12. 훌쩍 ;; oh + rc
she counts seven days, exactly one week to christmas from now. the most joyful period of the year, when you are supposed to reunite with family and friends, forgetting and forgiving mistakes and any kind of error--those are not as important as someone's company and love, some would say. but that's on theory. and even if hyeri was a die-hard fan of theoretical works, to get past something was too hard for her.
everything had been so perfect during these past years, but all it took was a few smiles and a box of strawberry flavored sweets to make everything explode, from both parts. and even now, the silver-haired girl felt the power of that confrontation every time she went to bed, only to be lying awake in thoughts that didn't fit her usual line, or to fall asleep and wake up with a mandible in pain.
"no more gritting teeth." she decides, and voices it out, but, thankfully, no one is able to listen to it, as her crimson velvet heels are showing their presence loud enough as the gryffindor makes her way to table of the bronze and blue ones.
hyeri slides beside a lonely long-haired student way too easily, and the silver-haired's face is impassible, not a single hint of shame as her red lips part for her to start speaking."y'ken, i was thinkin'..." that's how she starts, hoping it would be enough to catch the ravenclaw's attention as she lies her hands on the mahogany. "i know what t' get ye for christmas, but i need yer help wi' it."
"i need a name. of that one ye told me 'bout. i'm picturing his head on yer bedroom, and his skin to keep ye warm. or i can feed it to me dogs, it's yer call."
