wickedly good

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she leans forward again, now with newfound determination and a twinkle in her eye that foreshadows mischief:

“are you disgusted or just jealous?” 

she thinks she’s pretty damn chill. this hufflepuff is so laidback she has to make sure she doesn’t fall off her chair. and yet, this kind of stuff ticks her off. perhaps she should take the hint and loosen up a little. get herself a life that goes beyond being emotionally closed off and a constant battle for female domination. accept that relationships aren’t always awful. 

yoojung snorts.

“that wasn’t directed at you, but it fits.” she corrects once she’s back into the conversation. “you turned out fine. and like, it’s not as if i expect kids to not be experimenting with their blooming feelings of young love and embracing the adrenalinic freedom of an empty common room,” it takes a lot not to feel sick. “but come on. i don’t want to walk in on that!”

her expression turns blank, she leans in, and stares her friend directly in the eye. “disgusted.”

it was obvious and smart of him to move away as soon as she laid down. “i’m not going anywhere.” she sighed, soon regretting saying those words. “i know –” she began. “i know last time we talked… didn’t go the greatest, but that can be discussed later.” as if she was promising him they would talk, how there was a possibility things could be fixed, a promise that might only be empty. 

she nodded. “it makes perfect sense to me. for now, we can just lay here. do nothing until you feel like moving.” she shook her head, unintentionally moving closer toward him, hand placed gently upon his cheek. forgetting for a second about the problems and the tension built up between them. “she loved you. she loved you so much and you know that. you’re not a horrible grandson. there’s only so much you could do, yes you could have done more, but now – live for her. do everything you can to make her proud.” 

she sighed. “i know you’ll still blame yourself regardless and there’s only so much i can say to you – to have you think otherwise, especially things directed toward yourself, but whatever you need right now, as a friend, i’ll be there.” she smiled, this time – weak, unsure. 

liar. the faith that he’d maintained so well when drunk wavered in sobriety. krystal wouldn’t come back; there would be no later. he knew that much. if it wasn’t due to her own prerogative it would be his: it would be better that way. it was smarter to push her off her bed, if that was what it took to keep things as they were, and keep hatred from poisoning anything that was left between them ( if there was anything left at all ). 

but he didn’t, because he was stupid, because he wasn’t as smart as his grandmother believed him to be. he was a fool – but what did that make her for staying? what did that make her for trying to sympathise? ( and what kind of foolish asshole was he for listening to her, and accepting it? ) it was people’s affections for him that hurt them; krystal should know that first-hand. 

chiara isn’t much of a christmas person. she’s there for the feasts, the booze – in secret and when no one’s looking, of course – and the free gifts, but above all else? she’d pass, if she could. her family weren’t the kind of people to celebrate holidays, and the idea seemed to spread to chiara. so, she isn’t sure how she’s landed herself a trip to hogsmeade with yoojung, who has her arm linked with hers, and seems to be excited at the prospect of christmas and buying gifts.

“well, that wholly depends on who you’re giving those sweets to. and just who are you going to give these to?” chiara promptly raises a brow, a gloved hand reaching over to brush a light sprinkling of snow on her sleeve. when asked on if she’s staying or going back home, a slight frown finds her lips at the thought of people going home to their families, but she’s quick to brush that off too. “i haven’t decided if i want to stay or not,” she merely says instead. “the last two christmases, i spent those at someone’s house, but i don’t think i’m feeling it this year.” 

memories of christmas last year had been nothing short of magical, and just as she finds a smile creeping up on her lips, thinking of spending the holidays with him and his family, she’s quick to dismiss the idea because it wouldn’t be happening again so soon. or ever. “but, i hear christmas at hogwarts is pretty legit… i saw some people in the dining room decorating the tree. and what the f– screaming socks? you could probably give those to someone you hate… or has terrible hygiene, you choose.”

as a giant yawn escapes her, yoojung takes a hazy look over the stores ahead of them. it’s cold and there are a lot of people around, and as much as the prospect of being a good friend and getting into the spirit of something sounds so great, she also isn’t really cut out for this sort of thing. still, there was the undeniable fizzle of excitement.

“hmm... i don’t really know. whoever i deem worthy by christmas day?” she flashes a cheeky grin at chiara. there are already people she knows for sure she wants to buy for, and the girl beside her is one of them. yoojung isn’t sappy but she is a hufflepuff at heart. her friends mean the world to her and because she’s awful at expressing it she can perhaps make up for her bitter heart with a bag of sweets. who knows. “i see, i see. if you’re worried about being lonely stuck here, i’m totally available to annoy you into oblivion.” her tongue pokes out in her playfulness. 

at chiara’s reaction to her socks idea, yoojung lets out a giant laugh that sounds borderline cackle. “yeah! yeah! i would give them to someone i really love. you know, the reason i’ve never been in a relationship is that my affection is something no one can afford.” still sinking out of her laughter, she timely pulls her friend into honeydukes and indulges herself with the aroma of sweets and candy.