#@junsu

JYJ at NII photo shoot..i adore them so much...

What time had it been this time? The nth? It was as if it had been holy matrimony... except partner style. How many times have I seen him already? I swear I've seen him atleast a more than anyone else I've seen in the last month or so. She tried to ignore the fact this thought seemed to be occurring through her mind. After all, it's not like it bothered her, it just seemed like a new phase to her.

Dropping her utensils out of her hand, Jessica left them politely on the table before sneaking a peek at a table that sat near where he was; there by himself, Kim Junsu. The cafeteria usually was a bit empty by this time, but she had been working along side the guy too many times to not try to associate with him; no matter how much she regretted this idea, she still went for the impulse.

Kevin looked through the shelves of books. He was bored, it was his day off, and he hadn't had much to do at base, so he had decided to go to the library to do some research on some rarer poisons he had recently heard of. Of course, he could have made an antidote based solely on the ingredients, but he preferred to know everything about the unknowns so that no one would suffer for his incompetency. Pulling a few books off the shelves, he also selected another book he found on classical mythology, a topic he had always held an interest in.I could take this back to the base and read it on rainy days, or whenever I've got nothing better to do. Actually, I could probably grab a few more books that I'd like!Having made up his mind, he proceeded to the mystery section of the fiction books, selecting a few that seemed interesting and rather appealed to him as a medic. Most of these involved some form of forensic analysis, and Kevin had always held an interest in the darker side of medicine, though he preferred never to actually dabble in it.

The third year Ravenclaw slipped out of the common room with an air of annoyance. He hated being avouch his mates when they got mail - presents from mum, letters from dad, food - he always felt the pit of his stomach flip in jealousy. He'd never really had a family to call his own and a part of him just wanted to burn everything that they had. But instead he took out his frustration with a muggle activity that he learnt in the orphanage.

He sat himself at the bottom of a staircase and lit the cigarette before taking a long, slow breath out of it. He blew the smoke out in circles, another thing he learnt at the orphanage, and observed the stick sitting between his fingers, smirking. He'd never been much the social type, he's very reserved for someone with his looks, and didn't have any close friends other than Yunho. But he was a Gryffindor, a rather popular one at that.

As the cigarette drew it's end something caught Jaejoong's eye. A small boy, couldn't be much older than a first year, shuffling his skinny frame across the castle. He had a pile of books balanced in his hands and he looked like he could topple over at any moment, either from the weight of the books or the amount of sleep that was clearing deprived in his eyes. Something in Jaejoong clicked as he threw the cigarette butt to the side and approached the younger man.