the little prince

nearing the dungeon a commotion could be heard and with only mild interest, hyungwon turned the corner to discover the source of the screeching, female voice. hysteric, how typical. what wasn’t typical was the boy that was cowering on the ground, right at her feet. he looked terrified and while hyungwon didn’t want to get involved, he understood the situation all too well.

❮ what an unseemly scene you are causing. ❯ the slytherin said, his voice and words cutting through the momentary silence like a knife. she probably recognised him. ❮ but of course it should have been expected of a gryffindor to cause such scenes. ❯ cheshire grin in place, he took slow steps closer and extended his hand towards the fellow slytherin that was still sitting on the floor. only a brief glance was spared her way and even then it became more than obvious that she was still fuming. a gryffindor’s temper was quite a thing to behold.

❮ still, a lady should know how to act in public. now leave before i’m forced to spread the word of your behaviour around the general public. ❯ that seemed to do the trick and shame seemed to burn bright on the girl’s cheeks as she rushed off, just as hyungwon turned his attention back to the other slytherin.

And yet there he was, slumped on the cold tiles of Slytherin’s dungeon, quivering in front of some strange girl and another of his housemate.

No muscles were moved--voluntarily. Doe-eyes merely watched with a rather distrait expression and quivering lips at the exchange that was happening right before him. As expected of a student from Slytherin, the other boy spit some rather harsh words that managed to drive the crazy grimalkin off of his tail. But Kyungsoo only feel dejected by that fact. His housemate saved him, and from personal experience there are rarely any occasion where a Slytherin would help someone without any catch or some unnecessary comments later.

“You speak French? I’m really impressed.” He says his mind now focusing on this completely, trying to push the trauma that just happened to him away, compartmentalizing. Focus on the good, try and forget the bad had ever happened. Seeing as the other didn’t look like much of the comforting type, maybe they could offer Luhan some distraction instead. “You even know how to exaggerate in French…Ah, my hero, my prince is so charming~” He muses, still clinging onto the other’s arm, but instead of in fear and thanks, now it was maybe a bit…flirty.

Petit-- “Please don’t call me that. My name is Kyungsoo--” he would have smacked his own lips if Luhan wasn’t clinging onto his arm. Great. Way to go, Kyungsoo. Tell him your parents’ name, why don’t you? Whatever. There’s already too many people that knows about his name anyway. Another one doesn’t make any difference.

[ @slykyungsoo ]

  - Jonghyun sat bent over the pages of his song book in the expanse of the library. Today was one of those days that he had been almost ceaseless in his writings. It was a delight too because while he had been out earlier purchasing the very book he was writing in, a flood of inspiration hit him. With the speed of only those with a mission in mind words and thin lines of melodies soon began to decorate the blank page of his new book, his quill barely leaving the page at all. Low, still considerate of where he was, the vampire let himself hum a few strains. 

   It’s as he is scribbling along that he hears the flutter of wings as an owl makes it ways into the library. He shouldn’t be alarmed, after all this was a place where that sort of thing was entirely common, but nonetheless he stopped in his writing to watch where it might go. To his surprise it makes it way to land before him, dropping a letter in it’s wake before swooping beyond him only to double back and land contently on his shoulder. The pink haired instructor regards the owl with a curious expression before it sounds off and he quickly begins to open the letter. When did owls become so insist with the mail? Jonghyun thinks before he lets his eyes read the message scrawled along the parchment. A letter from back home. Did he remember to go to the shop and collect the items that his mother had– Oh!! The stuff on the list!! The vampire brings a hand to his forehead at his own forgetfulness and then begins to collect the papers and books that he had laid out across the table where he had been working. He flips closed his song book and slides it into the collection of books that he is going to pick up. Honestly, how did he forget this much? The owl “chirps” again and he shushes it as quietly as he can, the action still earning him a few looks and one disgruntled shushing toward him, before he pushes the book into his bag and hurries away.

It is unusual for Kyungsoo to be so... attentive towards other people’s business, especially when they’re merely stranger to him--Well, Jonghyun wasn’t exactly a stranger, considering he is a Professor of the Wizarding Music subject, but the Slytherin has never attended it. Interested, of course. Allowed, nope. His parents’ teaching was clear; core subjects and necessary ones for his Ministry entrance exams are the most important of his studies. Wizarding Music is not. 

Nevertheless he is still a professor... And it would be wise if he gets on the teacher’s good side in case something ever happens. The notebook seem rather important too, considering the amount of foreign symbols that can only be musical notes (Okay, yes. He snooped a little out of curiosity. But what’s the harm if the teacher doesn’t know?). It doesn’t take him muggle rocket science to put two and two together; whatever it is for, must be important.

So with that thought in mind, the doe-eyed Slytherin made it his mission for the day to return the book to its owner--which proven to be a tad difficult because lunch break is over and he have a Potions class to catch in five minutes. But no matter, he can ask his classmates for the directions to the professor’s office. Classes should be over by 4 pm, so he can visit Jonghyun’s office around that time. 

[ @slykyungsoo ]

jongin can vaguely remember this muggle story of the princess and the pea; something about a princess laying on a pile of feather mattresses and getting no decent sleep because of a pea hidden at the bottom of the pile. maybe? either way, the teenage wizard thinks he sympathizes with her. granted, he is no princess, but whatever sleep he’s trying to get is steadily being interrupted by what feels like an actual stone wedged up under the small of his back. now, he can’t really remember falling asleep with the windows open in his dormitory, so he has no idea where the wind on his face is coming from either. granted, he hasn’t opened his eyes yet either. in fact, jongin isn’t even fully awake. just–this pain in his lower back is the worst and while he isn’t royalty, he can definitely feel something digging into his spine and he doesn’t think it’s his imagination.

he blinks. and then blinks again. there’s this film of drunken haze over his eyes (colored a light gray just because he felt like it earlier in the night), and a sickening swirl in his stomach when he tries to sit up. “shit.” he hisses, one of his hands attempting to wedge itself up under himself to dig whatever it is out so he can lay back down and– wait. he catches sight of his surroundings for what feels like the first time and he’s outside? how the hell did he get outside? and why does he feel drunk? also, why did he fall asleep on a rock the size of his palm? too many questions, definitely not enough answers. he shifts, cracking his back when he sits up fully and suddenly he can’t remember where he put his wand.

“great.” jongin mutters with a confused, exhausted sigh. both hands pat around his body, feeling for his wand but finding it nowhere on his person. his robes are gone, too, leaving him in slacks that are covered in dirt and remnants of leaves and his hogwarts issued top, tie askew and half wrapped around his own neck. what a fucking mess. jongin isn’t really proficient in wand less magic either, so there’s that. he’s completely out of luck until he figures out how he ended up–in what looks like the forbidden forrest?

to his immediate left, on the other side of a log the wizard presumes he was just using as a pillow is another body. it takes a second to process that said body isn’t a dead body, but that has more to do with said person shifting in their sleep and less to do with his own drunken cognitive abilities. jongin squints, then runs at his eyes to try and focus them. the only light he has to work with without his wand is that of the moon shining through the dense underbrush, and that’s not really a lot. thankfully, he recognizes heart shaped lips and a short, lightly snoring form. kyungsoo.

it would be nice to say that it all comes flooding back when he gets a good look at the other boy sleeping on the forbidden forrest floor, but what actually does happen is a very vague picture of a party with some slytherins and one of his roommates, and probably some other people jongin can’t place. a party, way way too much fire-whisky, and something about if anyone was too much of a chicken shit to sneak into the forbidden forrest in the middle of the night it /sure/ wasn’t jongin. he does all shades of stupid things when he drinks; and he talks, a lot, which can be bad depending on what he talks about. never mind, he’ll deal with that later.

still, the knowledge that he had been at a party still doesn’t really explain what he’s doing sleeping right next to another boy in the middle of the forrest. had they gotten lost? and where the hell is his wand? priorities, jongin, priorities. pulling himself up to his feet, he unceremoniously kicks kyungsoo in the calf on his way around the large log he had pillowed earlier in search of his wand.

“wake up– ‘soo come on where’s my wand?” he sounds groggy, voice hushed and frantic because there’s /centaurs/ out here somewhere and jongin really doesn’t want to be unarmed if they happen on jongin and kyungsoo unannounced. he’s ready to level another kick to his friend when he spots his wand right near the smaller male’s ear and while he has no idea how it got there of all places, he reaches down to pick it up and feels a whole whole lot better about this entire situation.

now they he doesn’t have to panic about being defenseless out here, he can process. well, sort of process, because he sort of can’t stand straight yet and has to sit back down on the log while pawing at his tie to get it to stop being wrapped around his neck like a noose. his leg knocks into a half empty bottle of fire-whisky and now it makes a whole lot more sense why they passed out on the forrest floor without bothering to go back to the party. shrugging, and holding his wand steady in his dominant hand, muttering 'lumos’ under his breath so the tip shines with a bright light he uses to be able to see what he’s doing, jongin wraps the other fingers around the neck of the bottle and brings it up to his mouth for a heavy swig that burns, and tastes a little bit like sweetened dirt. the cap’s nowhere to be seen, so he imagines that’s probably why. he feels considerably less like a princess with the rock no longer digging into his lower back, but he still wants to sleep, so maybe there’s another princess he can identify with when they make it back to the castle. /if/ they make it back to the castle.

So when a particular noodle-haired Gryffindor dragged him to attend a party hosted by a couple of seventh and sixth years from Gryffindors and Slytherins, he was less than thrilled. It’s tiring enough that he have to put up a fake smile in front of the higher-ups of the Ministry during his break, and now he has to socialize with probably the worst combination of people in one place?  How joyous.

Oddly, those thoughts were immediately washed away by a bottle of firewhisky offered by one of his older housemates. It wasn’t like he didn’t have much choice but to drink though, not at all. But with everything that has been happening lately, maybe it’s fine to cut some slack just a bit. It’s not like his father would order an auror to capture him for drinking just a bit, right? He knew he should be careful. But there’s Jongdae with him. The other would never let anything like before happen to him again. 

So he accepted the bottle and drank. And drank. And drank until everything around him becomes a blur and his body felt like it’s floating in the clouds. The pain in his head wasn’t particularly unpleasant, but with the alcohol ridding of every single intelligent thought in his brain Kyungsoo embraced it with wide arms instead.

But what he didn’t count for was the reality that he would wake up in the middle of the Forbidden Forest, head throbbing like crazy that he would love to throw up if there wasn’t any spectator in the premise. “J-Jongin? Ish ‘at... ish ‘at you?” he rubs his blurry eyes, only to regret that movement in that very moment when a sharp pain shoots through the back of his head. 

Once he was to his feet, her hands fell back to her sides — Head tilted back as she looked up at him and flashed her signature smile in his direction. What should they make? Hmmm. Then the mention of pound cake and chocolate chip cookies was thrown out there. Both were easy, and both were amazing to have. Decisions, decisions. 

“Chocolate chip cookies seems like the better choice”, she brought her shoulders up for a small shrug as she tore her gaze away from his face and towards the book he held in his hand. 

“Or…” She trailed off as she brought her hands up above her head and stretched for a moment, a yawn escaping her nude lips. “or we could do both?” It was a good suggestion, but were they really up for it? Making cookies and a cake? Sure. Best of both worlds really — The thought caused a slight chuckle to emit from the girls throat; inaudible, but still a chuckle. 

Or maybe it’s another hidden trait of the Hufflepuff? To be so ignorantly daring? 

“Mm, well.” He interjects, trying to suggest an alternative where they don’t have break the curfew to make both of their choices. As much as he loves baking, the doe-eyed Slytherin is more used to sneaking behind the caretaker’s back alone. “Perhaps we can do both individually? It’ll be easier that way.”

Noticing the pained look from the older boy, he pauses for a brief moment. Should he give him his lollipops? It won’t get rid of the pain, but it might help the other calm down. “Eat this. I laced it with a Calming Draught so it should be able to do something. The dose is rather strong so you might experience drowsiness."  

Now… Where should they go? Infirmary is a no. Being here out in the open will only add more possibility to another bludger attack. Maybe… their locker room? Chanyeol can lie down there while waiting for practice to be over. Then he’ll be his teammates’ problem.

Perfect.

So the doe-eyed Slytherin shrugs his shoulder as he stands from his seat, shifting his eyes to the ground before going back to the other’s cerulean optics. “It’s fine.” Not surprising coming from you, actually. He wants to add, but pointless banters should be for another time. For the first time someone actually has a leverage on him, and if he manages to anger Lucas before the other could teach him anything that wouldn’t be good for his grades.

Having gone to Hogwarts since first year, and being with the same people in her year and house all this time, it was inevitable that Shannon would feel comfortable enough to call all the sixth year Slytherins good acquaintances or mild friends even. Being with the same people year in and year out made it impossible for her not to know certain things about the people she lived with and went to class with. One of those people was Thomas.

She was by no means best friends with him, but she knew him well enough to be able to have a comfortable conversation with him. She couldn’t help but notice the handsome looks he had grown into as well (puberty did him many favors). What puzzled her wasn’t how handsome he was, what puzzled her was how perpetually single and untouched the boy was. Someone with his features must have been crushed on by a least a few people around the school? Perhaps? It didn’t seem to be the case though.

This situation inspired the devious side Shannon possessed, making it up in her mind that if no one else would pursue him, Shannon herself may as well. She knew she wasn’t hard on the eyes by any means, and the ‘friendly charm’ she had also gave her a certain level of appeal that would be useful. She could do this and get the boy some experience at least. With a confident stride and a dashing smile she moved to sit across from Thomas at the Slytherin table in the grand hall, seating herself and giving him a little wave.

“Hey you. You’re looking exceptionally handsome this morning. I just saw you and I had to come sit with you. Mind if we eat together? I’d like to spend some time with you.”

“What do you want, Yoo?” he responds to Shannon ’s greeting dryly, not the slightest bit interested to face any of his housemates’ antics so early in the morning. Even though it was Saturday, Kyungsoo needed to catch up on his studies in the library after this. 

It’s only public knowledge that this one Slytherin girl has always been… popular, around the male students regardless of which house nor year they are in. Maybe Kyungsoo had to admit Shannon is attractive, with her long hair framing her delicate facial features and eye-catching physique. But there are other more important things for him to worry about, and that doesn’t include him chasing the girl like a rabid beast his fellow male peers are.

He continues to poke on the his meat with the wooden spoon, features twisting into a cringe when the potato crushes underneath it. Talk about depriving people of their appetite. He should go back on cooking his own breakfast after this whole catching up is sorted out.  

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Kyungsoo doesn’t flinch or move away when Evie tugs on his sleeve, unlike his usual response when people step inside his personal space. Instead he looks at her as she worries about her future. About her plan post-graduation. And it’s a normal thing, really, to be worried about one’s purpose in life. The Slytherin would have such burden too if it wasn’t for his parents who had determined his life from the very beginning; after graduation, he will try out for a position in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and passes with flying colors, marry another pureblood, give his family a heir, and so on.

At this point he wouldn’t even find it surprising that Gryffindors are said to never live long enough to reach 50 years old.