august;

the lack of concern for yixing’s wellbeing doesn’t fly over his head completely. still, he mumbles a quick “no”, and takes care not to be any more irritated than he already is. there’s no use for using up any more energy on pointless arguments when the same amount of effort can be used in the attempt to stay awake for the rest of the class. yixing doesn’t like failing in anything, but a little slip every now and again in appearance doesn’t hurt to make up for better performance in other things.

“because i have more responsibilities than your mundane student life, so shove off,” he retorts quickly, checking his hands before running them through his hair again; it matters little – if there’s ink on his hands, then the black is practically invisible through his even darker hair. “i don’t suppose you’ll know what it is to have responsibilities owed to anyone other than yourself.”

yixing isn’t usually this snippy. probably. he’s not entirely aware of all his idiosyncrasies either, but he knows he’s usually better at keeping his mouth shut. upon realising this his lips form a tight line, just in time for classes to start – and for the unfortunate announcement that they’ll be practicing spells in pairs today. he stifles a groan, and takes out his wand without any other complaint, instead subtle in the impatient way he speaks, “let’s get this over and done with, shall we? the duelling club president isn’t in his top form today, so you might be able to execute the charm better than i can.”

“i’m sorry you mistake me for someone so average,” nolan doesn’t let himself get upset by being called mundane. he’ll forgive yixing for being mislead this one time as a little smirk plays across his face. “but on the contrary, i know exactly what it’s like to owe responsibility to a team of people. usually common courtesy demands a decent appearance when working with them.”

he sends another disdainful look at the mess of yixing’s sweater, sniffing in that sort of disappointed and vaguely disgusted way. perhaps it’s the years of modelling experience speaking through him, or the mother that demanded nothing short of perfection from her children at a young age, but nolan’s not letting this go so easily.

yixing would usually be well-put together, hair brush away from his face and books and notes neatly in his messenger bag, glasses firmly in place on the bridge of his nose. of course, this doesn’t speak volumes of the absolute mess the impending finals made him into, and the amount of work he had to catch up on for missing a mere three days of classes. 

so when he slides into the seat beside his housemate and classmate running only on three hours of sleep ( collectively, disturbances aside ), hair messy over his head, he doesn’t even remember that his inked hands had accidentally touched the sweater he wore presently. nor is he aware that dark circles had formed under his eyes because of the wrinkle in his sleep schedule. 

“no one cares,” he mumbles, taking his books out, not even caring that no one pointed it out, or that the ink still slightly stained the side of his hand. “get the quill out of your ass and actually use it in class. we’re in seventh year, i’m sure everyone can understand a bit of suffering.”

“are you sick or something?” if there’s any concern in his voice, it’s because no one wants to sit next to a diseased and possibly contagious classmate, certainly not himself. there’s no concern for the other boy’s well-being at all. “you look like the plague.”

nolan clicks his tongue, the only audible signal he gives of irritation at yixing’s snarky remark. he’d respond, but rather than be so childish he’ll let his grades speak for themselves; he’s been trained to demand perfection from himself and the ambition translates into his school work as well.

   D R A C O  D O R M I E N S  N U N Q U A M  T I T I L L A N D U S

BASIC INFO:

full name: kim sihyoung (nolan)

age & year: seventeen & seventh

status: half-blood