LET'S GET LOST.

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Send me a sin and I’ll write a drabble of one (or both) of our muses exhibiting the sin!

Gluttony

Lust

Pride

Wrath

Greed

Envy

Sloth

Heresy

Treachery

lucy chuckles with him, adjusting her gym bag on her shoulder. “what happened–” she began to ask as she peered down at his bare wrist. her eyebrows furrowed in contemplation before she gave him a look. his statement, while odd, was churlish in nature. she couldn’t help but smile and shake her head. “maybe i’ll get you a new one,” she told him as she ruffled his hair affectionately. no wonder why the kid was always late. he never had a watch.

mother hen wasn’t really the word she expected to be described as. was she really the mom friend? she always expected it to be sana. she was the one who cried if either she or arthur hurt themselves. she was the one who donned slytherin and gryffindor clothes to show support and when they were against each other, she had banners with both of their names on it. momo was far from the mom friend. she was the reckless one. the one with bad ideas and a short temper. she wasn’t sure where the image stemmed from and she could only give theo a questioning  look.

“i think i do okay without a watch, honestly. i’m never late enough to lose that many points. besides, with you in a rival house, we balance each other out. right?” he takes a moment to poke fun at her own track record with losing house points, wondering if she even balanced herself out with what she gained back. “slytherin could still win the cup, y’know. we’re not completely out of the running yet.” he’s optimistic, so what.

that smile that is nearly always curled lazily across his lips stretches wide, eyes crinkling up at the corners as a flash of teeth poke through parted lips. theo thinks that her refusal of his nickname is something cute, something that makes him want to keep the joke going. “you’re my mom. love you.”

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>>| college roommates au

>>| soulmate au

>>| break up au (or post break up)

>>| dating au

>>| muggle au

>>| family au (siblings, cousins, parent-child etc)

>>| married au

>>| parenting au

>>| one night stand au

>>| words never said au

“i feel that,” she agreed with a snort. quidditch dominated her life most of the time. she was either studying, practising or playing or sleeping. though she usually sleeps during the day, seeing as she’d often sneak away at night to get candy at honeydukes. but for the most part, she can agree with him. “maybe i should take a picture and send it in to the hogwarts newsletter.” she holds up her hands like she’s framing out a headline. “’hermit quidditch player leaves cave.’ it has a nice ring to it.”

she reached into her shirt, pulling out the locket that she wore at times. it was a watch hanging on the chain, ticking faithfully. “nah, i don’t think so,” she said thoughtfully as she looking at the minute and hour hands, quickly deciphering that she’d be fine. but he caught her attention with the title he’s so fondly given her for whatever reason, despite being younger than he. she raised her brow in question. “why do you even call me that? i’m not your mom.” nor has she ever been told that she has motherly qualities. in fact, quite the opposite.

as the girl pulls out her watch, the young man glances at his wrist as if also checking the time. there’s nothing there. he hasn’t worn a watch since he lost the one he got for his twelfth birthday several years ago. that one had been pretty cool, a rad super hero logo and a button that made it light up in different colors when pressed. he had never brought it to school with him, it was too obviously muggle, but theo did miss that watch. “it’s a good thing you know what time it is. mine’s broken.” he shows his wrist to her, as if there was a watch there to begin with, with a grin on his face. “it’s gone and turned invisible on me!”

“what do you mean you’re not my mom?” theo can’t help but joke around just a little bit more, though he knows that lucy is looking for an answer and not just an avoidance tactic. “you’re kind of like a mom. you send me off to practice on time and you’re like a mother hen with your friends. you have an actual watch with you too. that’s basically soccer mom sign number one.” there’s still a playfulness to his words.

     he released the other and dropped to his feet, holding his hands together as if he was praying. he held his closed hands to his lips as he looked at the other with guilt. “things just happened. i had no control! i’m a real git, i know that, but i’m only a person. if i had it me way, i would have waited, but things got all screwy and i just went with it,” he tried to explain, hoping that theo would understand. it had been completely out of his hands.

he doesn’t end his theatrics so easily and he knows that they probably look more or less like a couple who are going through a real rough patch. “you always have a choice, jimothy park. i thought we had something special, and then you turn around and betray me like this?” he hopes that his friend realizes that more than half of his supposed anger is just pomp and fanfare. “and after all we’ve been through.. jim, how could you?” 

        13:45GREAT HALL `

    the irish-korean male watched from the corner. he watched as the professor stomped around, trying to stop the mess that he may or may not have created. he was twenty years old, and yet, he still caused pranks. he watched as the pixies terrorized the professor and the first years. it was far too easy.

    “jimmy park!”

     hearing his name, he laughed and took off in a run down the hallway. his gryffindor robes flowing after him. the professor wouldn’t catch up to him, but he could already hear detention was in his future and probably fifty points from gryffindor. maybe more. it was a lot of pixies.

    he ran straight for the great hall where he knew theo was waiting. he saw the slytherin with other slytherins and without much thought of the others, he launched himself onto theo’s back. he grinned ear to ear as he clung to the other, ignoring the glares. 

    “i may or may not have done that thing we talked about,” he commented, his irish accent noticeable as he clung to his friend. “i may be in detention as well. i think the old hag saw me.”

“oof-- watch it, jimothy,” his tone is still pretty light even though his friend just landed on a nasty bruise, but theo’s pretty used to the feeling of old wounds being pressed by now. “wait, what?”

theo is shameless enough to let his voice raise, go sharp and almost dramatically screechy at jimmy’s admission of carrying out their plan that they made together all alone. of course he was going to get a little mad, despite the request not to. “how could you? jim, i’m hurt! we’ve been talking about this forever!” he presses his hands against his chest and doesn’t even notice his housemates easing away from him and his gryffindor friend, confused by the exchange.

finally, potions let out and momo couldn’t be any happier. she had practise and it was the first time in a long time that she hadn’t gotten detention. which was a miracle within itself because her potions class was joint with slytherin. momo had no personal issues with slytherin. she just always seemed to argue with a good majority of them.

that’s when she remembered they were sharing the field with slytherin today. it was like she could never shake them off. she rolled her eyes at the realisation, grabbing her gym bag and stuffing her potions notes within. a quick stop to the changing rooms and the field would relieve all annoyances from the day.

“hey theo!” she called as she found herself on the same path of another quidditch player. he was a year older than her but she swore she had more maturity than him in a single pinky than he did in his entire body (not that it was a bad thing). most of her earlier association with him was via jongsuk sharing with her about his team, until momo eventually befriended him herself. she still doesn’t remember how. “on your way to practise, right?”

but he hears his name and he whips around with a smile on his face anyways, pleased when he sees momo and a sort of glimmer in his eye as he waves to her and responds with a “hi!” he matches his pace to hers, walking side by side with his buddy since they’re heading the same direction anyways.