#:bella

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»text« Mi padre tiene el cabello negro y mi madre lo tenía castaño. Y mi tía también lo tiene negro.

»text« Y yo lo tengo rubio. 

➤ mysterioxs ( + source ) - ( still accepting! )

Sunghye wasn’t particularly fond of the idea of expressing one’’s emotions, usually why the topic drifts into discussing more about the latter than herself. She doesn’t want to be a burden upon a pair of shoulders with the issues she’s starting to fix with her own mind and time. The woman is grown, she’s capable of fixing anything but to others she still gets frowned upon as if she was a child to them. And she certainly isn’t, not any longer. It’s hard for people to accept it when her behavior half of the time shows otherwise.

And her attitude becomes slightly different, her mouth is constantly forced shut. When she talks it’s more bitter and she shrugs it off too casually. Eyes shifting from one corner to the next, avoiding the other's gaze until she builds some courage to look directly at her. There’s nothing to hide, everyone probably knows about it. Mock her for it and speak behind her back, despite Sunghye not caring about a single damn insult that comes towards her direction. Others were cowards, they’ll speak about anything that’s considered a trending discussion to build up their own ego.

➤ mysterioxs ( + source ) - ( status : not accepting. ) 

This can be the main explanation to why she doesn’t have much friends in her life. At least people who can tolerate her existence for more than a week. Besides it wasn’t her fault that she was trying to defend herself in the situation only to raise her voice in front of a few bystanders lingering around the exact same location. Embarrassing? Hana doesn’t feel that most of the time when she’s being nothing more than herself. Something the other woman knows too well by now. 

Her head shakes in utter disappointment at how foolish the stranger was and it displayed how thick headed the brunette really was after all. Again, Hanna knows this all too well despite them starting to hang out more often. When hearing the sarcastic comment from the woman who stood besides her the musician scoffs underneath her breath, fingers weaving through her hair to push it away from her visage. 

First impressions isn’t what keeps a person around for the rest of their lives, it’s how they personally are when getting to know them. 

Antonin had left Bella a pretty vague note, basically just saying to meet him at three in their usual spot. The two had been pretty good friends for a while now, and they had used to hang out in this little spot behind the trees that almost no one else ever went behind. It was the perfect place for a private conversation.

Arlette hated potions. She worked just as hard at it as every other subject (probably even more so), and she even tried to see it in a positive light, but she just couldn't make herself enjoy the work. It was her worst subject by far, an endless frustration and on top of that the classroom was way too close to the Slytherin common room for her to feel comfortable.

She always felt nervous walking through these halls, even when she was surrounded by throngs of other students. And the halls were nearly empty at the moment. Potions was her first class on Thursdays, and since it didn't start until two she liked to get a head start. Showing up early allowed her to get a run-down on what they would be learning that day from Professor Slughorn, and maybe get a head start on the work.

The girl walked briskly through the halls, hoping to reach the safety of her classroom sooner rather than later. She may have been walking a bit too briskly, however, as she ran straight into another student.

Arlette stuttered out an apology before looking up to see who she had bumped into. Then she froze.