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The antagonistic nature of the other’s words saw John smirking back.

(/ when the influx of new students came this year, jongdae was quite sure he’d be seeing her among the hundreds of curious pairs of eyes and gaping mouths. he digs into his pockets, endlessly searching for something that he’s been keeping for this moment while he skims through the crowd of first years) excuse me, please (/ yes, he remembers everything his mother had lectured him a few years back when he didn’t know what polite meant. the crowd gets thicker in the middle, a bizarre array of colors here and there. a few “new” hufflepuffs wave at him and he’s obliged to do the same. his mother would’ve been so happy that he remembered common courtesy – except that he didn’t quite hear anything from them lately, much after the yellow paint he has painted on their bloodline) lisa! (/ he tries very hard to focus on her face, not the necktie she wore. the crowd slowly found its way elsewhere and she’s there, right there before him) congratulations for getting sorted into slytherin. father must be proud. (/ smile, jongdae. don’t let her know your pain)