Hei-Ran Jeon

Lavinia smiled a little at the praise, always happy to have Hei’s approval. For now, she resisted going into too much detail about where Hei’s little shinies had come from, simply saying. “I just hope their owners don’t realize who was around when their things go missing.” They still had their cover to be concerned about. But the niffler was more important at the moment.

Lavinia cooed at the little niffler as it got closer. “That’s it Guem. Come on and get your little treats. We’ve got more on the ship we can give you, just come on home with us.” She made eye contact with Hei as the niffler came into grabbing distance, as if signaling that now was the time.

Hei rolled her eyes at Lavinia. “They never even saw me admiring them.” She had been careful enough, her deft fingers slipping into places that they didn’t belong. No one moved like she did, so while she might not make herself invisible through magic, she could still move like a ghost. 

As soon as Lavinia made eye contact, Hei used those moves, darting forward and sliding across the ground. Her fingers wrapped around the wriggling niffler as she laughed. “No no, little one.” She cooed, kissing Geum lightly on the top of her head. “There we go. All safe and sound. Come on, lets get you tucked away before anyone knows you’re here.” 

“Oh—” came the little and surprised noise from Eleonora, entirely put off guard by the woman pulling her closer. “I- ah- well it’s mistletoe. Some people put it up around this time of year.” If the girl didn’t know about the kissing part of the myth, Eleonora certainly wasn’t going to tell her. “It’s just a funny little plant. It does have it’s potion uses, though.”

“Mistletoe.” Hei turned the foreign word over in her tongue, smiling. “Is it used in love potions?” She suggested curiously. “Everyone keeps kissing me because of it. One said it was bad luck not to.” Superstitions were something that every sailor took seriously, and she was no exception. “You wouldn’t risk bad luck for me, would you? In my profession, that’s deadly.”

“Now why would you accuse me of such a thing?” he teased. Though…he supposed she wasn’t entirely wrong. He did his best to making sure people knew that he wasn’t generally interested in…serious things. But unfortunately sometimes people didn’t seem to be interested in listening to his warnings. He smirked a little at her question, a pleasurable shiver wandering down his spine at her words. “Whatever I want?” he challenged a little— savoring the sound of it.

"You have it written all over you." Not that there was anything wrong with that. She didn't ever try to break hearts, but her habit of sharing her love around had hurt people in the past. She couldn't be blamed for their feelings, even if she never actually warned them. She didn't think twice about other people's feelings. "Yes, anything." There was nothing that Hei was afraid to try, so she was interested to see what he'd suggest. "I'll be very good, I promise."

Truly Lavinia was becoming endeared by the little elf, but she was rather distracted by the fact that Guem seemed to be wandering freely about the castle at the moment. “Thank you, Pokey!” she called back over her shoulder as she followed after Hei, trying to appear as if she wasn’t tempted to tackle a niffler to the ground.

Once the house elf had gone, Lavinia spoke quietly to Hei, as if Guem would hear their plan and catch one. “What’s the shiniest thing you have on you right now?” she asked, rummaging around in her own pockets. Between the two of the gold hoarding pirates they were certain to have something.

“My clever Athena.” Hei whispered with admiration, digging into her own pockets. For someone who was meant to be behaving, she’d picked up a few knick-knacks that didn’t belong to her. She had, however, restrained herself, so there wasn’t as much as there’d normally be. 

Lifting her loot out of her pocket, she tossed one piece in front of Geum, who stopped her escape to chase after that, and then tossed another, and another, banking on the fact Geum couldn’t ignore sparkly things. With each piece, the niffler was coming closer and closer to them, the lithe pirate ready to pounce as soon as she was sure Geum wouldn’t escape. 

“I am no creature, though some men still believe me to be a siren.” She had had quite a few men believe her to be some mythological creature, though she was just a mere mortal woman who could sing and fuck like one. “That does seem like something he would do. He glares at many people, isn’t it adorable?” Tomas was her favorite for many reasons but his little glaring act was one of her favorites. “Oh, who is she? I’d love to have her in my lap.”

“You don’t need to be a siren, Melody. You’re enchanting all on your own.” Everyone assumed that the name Hei gave Gussy was because of her beautiful voice, but truthfully, she’d named her after a plant, that in the English language, would be called melody shark. It looked pretty but was rather dangerous. “It was rather cute. You have good choice in your favourites.” She doubted Phoebe would be brave enough to pay for sex, some people got funny about that for some reason, but she still offered up the name. “Phoebe, she is a sweet girl, and all pent up. Tastes sweet too.” 

Siggy shrugged, she was used to drawing a crowd at this point. Many people were curious about what Vikings did to train and they had a few regulars who would watch with curiosity but never participate. “I am sure I could find a few people in this castle who are not so interested in watching me as you.” Siggy smirked at the feather brushing her face,”Do you flirt with all your school partners?”

“Oh, yes, it is always possible to find fools.” Since she could, she focused a little more, aiming the feather to keep brushing over the pale skin, but tracing down the neck. Hei wanted to know how much she could get away with. “Only the very beautiful ones.” Of course, she had a tendency to think most people were beautiful, in their own way. “Can you blame me?” With complete sincerity, she leaned forward. “I sail often, and you look like the very definition of a mermaid, both delicate and strong.” She couldn’t help the very obvious innuendo, it was right there. “Simply make you wet, and you’d really be a mermaid.”

“Thank you.” not the usual comment she gets about her appearance, usually is more along the lines of – are those ashes in your arms? is your hair on fire?? It’s nice, but really weird. The new compliment, the others makes more sense. “I like to pet my broom as well.”

"You're welcome." Taking a guess on how, she swung herself up onto the broom. She'd spent her life climbing impossible things, so although she knew it probably wasn't the right way, she found her balance easily. "It deserves to be pet. It is working hard." Inanimate objects had personality in her opinion, like her ship did.

Eleonora hadn’t entirely been watching where she was going until she felt the presence of someone in front of her. Oh- wasn’t this one of the merchants that had come sailing in not too long ago? They were in the same House, but she hadn’t known much of the girl, yet. She’d seen her around with her husband and a few of the other merchants, though. But now she was simply…pointing upwards? Why…oh. A little flush came over Eleonora as she realized what was being referred to. “Oh- ah- that’s rather…interesting, isn’t it?” she said with a bit of a chuckle.

As fun as it was, letting daring people kiss her now they had an excuse - not that they needed one with Hei - she was immediately taken by the blushing woman. "It is, very interesting." She reached out, her quick hand grabbing the woman's hand and drawing her closer. "Maybe you can tell me what it is." She wasn't going to kiss anyone without permission, but she still could make it clear what she wanted to do, her eyes studying the woman's face with avid interest.

“Miss!” raising a hand to touch her cheek, the founder stared up at the audacious student, words failing her as a blush spread across her cheeks. The students around her were giggling, and to her relief it wasn’t in a malicious way, they were having fun; the little scene didn’t really affect their perception of her.

“Really? I’ve never heard of this tradition. Is it common in your home country?”

The blush was adorable, Hei wanted to trace it with her finger, but she resisted the urge. “No, we do not celebrate Christmas there. Someone here told me.” She had thought it was just an excuse to steal a kiss from her at first, but several other people had confirmed the tradition. “It was also a good excuse to kiss you.” She admitted without any trace of embarrassment. “You look very beautiful tonight.” 

I didn’t steal it surprisingly. Pretty isn’t it?

Gussy.

Hei,

Merry Christmas. It is a pleasure to have you in my house. I am proud to call you one of my students and so I have given you a ring to represent our house. As well you can find a kit to make your own wax seal. It is important for any person to have a personalized wax seal.

Godric Gryffindor.

Someone had finally explained mistletoe to her, but she still wasn’t moving from under the plant. She loved this plant. Everyone kept kissing her, and it was now her favourite tradition. She was going to take this back to Korea with her, she had to. Seeing a very pretty man sitting near her, she called him over. “Excuse me?” She was banking on the English manners would make him come over to talk to her, and then she could get another kiss. 

Having never celebrated Christmas before, although she knew what it was with a few European crewmates, Hei was having a fine time watching everyone celebrate. But one thing kept happening that she found very interesting. If she stood where she was, people would join her and kiss her. When one woman walked up to her, she pointed up to the plant above her head since it seemed to be the reason why people were kissing her. She had no idea why, but she was going to take advantage of it. 

By the way she was looking at him— if she hadn’t nearly already proven she was as cavalier as she was, he might have been worried she was too interested in him. But he chuckled at her words as he let his hands continued to play with her, sitting himself on the bed before reaching to pull her into his lap. “Perfect. We can bounce ideas off of each other, then,” he joked before letting his lips find her’s. “I don’t think missing class would break my heart.”

She very much liked it when he pulled her into his lap, kissing him back. She linked her arms around his neck, grinning as she pulled away. “I think you do the breaking of hearts, don’t you?” She laughed, since her heart was never involved, no matter how close she got to people. “What is your very first idea? What would you like do to me?” She kissed him again, whispering sultrily. “I’ll do whatever you want.”