#ac:accepted

trigger warning: death

she grows up with magic, and she’s told that no matter what she’s definitely going to be sorted into slytherin. a pureblood family of slytherins, they boast, and overall they are content. she is content. her childhood is a simple life in the secluded village of duncton, and her teenage years bring greater excitement as she’s taken to hogwarts. her parents were right– she’s sorted into the green and silver. her mother reminds her to keep her head down, not falling into any trouble. her father tells her to focus on her studies, become the best witch that she can be. and so, she does.

( she falls off her broom in her first flying lesson. she decides she hates heights and leaves it at that. )

taeyeon decides early on what she does and doesn’t like. she prefers her own company, and is most content studying in her room with her cat. she doesn’t like bringing attention to herself, and fades easily into the background. there’s a lot going on a hogwarts, but she keeps her nose out of it. 

( at some stage, she ends up befriending a gryffindor. he’s loud and too confident for his own good, but he sticks around like glue. she doesn’t hate it. )

the wizarding war arrives, and ruins the peaceful routine taeyeon had made for herself. her parents write to her one day, asking their daughter to stay at hogwarts and not come home. they won’t be there. they will be going into hiding from he who must not be named. taeyeon tries to hide her heartache, her worry, but her gryffindor friend (drew, his name was drew) notices. hogwarts doesn’t feel safe anymore, but it’s the only place for her to be. she’s twenty years young when the dark lord and his army attack. taeyeon wants to run away, just like her mother would’ve warned her, but he convinces her to stay.

( “you’re a skilled witch, taeyeon.” he says, and he grins. “i’m gonna need you to cover my clumsy ass” )

practicing incantations in class is nothing like fighting to survive in the terrible chaos of war. every bone in her body begs her to run for cover, but the thudding of her heart gives her the courage to protect her fellow students. taeyeon stares into the eyes of those who will make the first move to kill, and pulls out every spell she knows except that one. whatever she does in the heat of the night, like the rest of her life it goes by largely unnoticed. and it’s useless. she finds the body of her friend (drew, say it, drew) amongst rubble and dust. 

( she reunites with her parents. they were traitors of the dark lord during the first war, but he failed to find them before his ultimate demise. they’re safe. they’re fine. she is not. )

Choi Minjoon came from an affluent pureblood family. The Chois were one of the richest and most affluent pureblooded families in South Korea, yet somehow managed to live a relatively peaceful life during the Wizarding War, owing to the fact that they had stayed off the grid during that time. After all, the Chois were not known to be Death Eater sympathisers; they were merely lucky in the gene pool. But besides being affluent, they were also known to be one of the most intelligent families and it manifested in Minjoon.

But that wasn’t the only manifestation in the young man.

In his fifth year, he had started seeing things that he was sure hasn’t happened yet. The young Choi predicted events that would happen and he was afraid. He was afraid of the power he may have actually wielded. For Minjoon, he didn’t want the additional responsibility of quite literally holding the future in his hands. And yet he couldn’t keep it a secret any longer from his parents.

It was then that he found out a rare genetic makeup from his own family: Choi Minjoon was a Seer.

No one in their immediate family had been a Seer. He was told that the last Seer their family had was his great-great grandmother. In a time when she had been used by whoever was in power for their personal gain, she had not wished upon the gift of being a Seer on her family. Yet somehow, somewhere along the way, it made its way to the young Choi heir. Already pressuring himself to maintain that intelligence that the Chois were known for, Minjoon now had to figure out how to balance that out and figure out a way to make sure that his Seer abilities were kept a secret and prevent himself from being used by someone who held too much power.

Out of everything, ending up in Slytherin was the biggest plot twist Matthew had even seen in his life. Never, ever, in his life did he think he will sit under the Hogwart’s sorting hat, and hear the words:

“Slytherin is where you’re meant to be.”

And see his twin brother’s face looking at him from the Gryffindor tables. The words still haunt him to this day, really. With a family filled with pureblood Gryffindors, he and a few other were sorted out in different houses, but for the love of Merlin… Ravenclaw would have been best. He can’t bear the looks on his parents faces the first time they go back for Christmas. He can’t bring himself to see the disappointment is his mothers eyes and the skeptical look his father gives him. If anything, he expected Owen to be the black sheep of the family. He thought his older twin would fuck up and end up somewhere else, but he guessed he was the black sheep of the Jung family now.

It still haunts him to this day, really. Matthew’s not gotten over it but he tends to not show it. its not like he is showing more of his Slytherin side, it’s more about him accepting the fact that he is a part of the snake den. Sometimes, his words show it, sometimes just the way he walks down the big halls of Hogwarts, its in his step, its in the way the green uniform sways with him. Matthew knows it, the hat wasn’t wrong, however, he can’t seem to stop himself from thinking, where did he go wrong, and where did his jackass twin went right.

Once upon a time on 15th June 1971 a girl with black ebony hair and big dark brown eyes were born into a pureblood family. A family filled with riches & wealthy living in central london, the family who only care about climbing the social ladder and power not able anyone else. The girl was given two names one was her korean name which was Manwol then her english name Matlida. The girl was the last child to be born into the family before her mother was not able to bear no children, she was the last hope to the Jang’s family on gaining more social status, so her life consists of being stuck in the library being taught everything about the magical world. Manwol was a good student forever curious about everything especially the morbid things in this world. She had taste for the dark arts but also how dark the muggles were too. She became fantasise by the muggle world on how human hurt each other with weapons, not spells however her parents did not approve of her curiosity about the muggles making her black sheep among the family. The little witch would learn about them in secret while showing her skills in magical subjects to satisfy the parents need for good little witch.

Matilda gains a little taste for the finer things in life since she always surrounded by people with money and power. She likes rich ladies and handsome men but only to use and play with since in their social circle most of them did not have any depth. People would name her Manwol The Magpie since she always like shiny things, it was cute it didn’t bother her so much as she keeps her shiny items she won’t care. The little witch fell in love with music too even learnt how to play the guitar and piano to entertain the guests at fancy parties. It was the only muggle thing her parents approve so her learning since it amuses their clients and gain connections in this magical world. Due to the environment, she learnt how to be sweet as a kitten but be wary of her claws as she isn’t afraid to claw someone eyes out when she is threatened. Pure-blood elitism that what it was, they didn’t care about the outside world, they would drink and laugh while muggles would fight in wars. It would boil the witches blood watching how selfish other people could be but all she could do was stay quiet and watch the world go by.

Hogwarts was a safe haven for Manwol she was able to study peacefully do her own thing without no one questions her motives. The little witch thrived in the environment even became Slytherin’s prefect to keep this place in order as this was her home and she wanted to protect it. Some students were scared of her due to her fiery temper when people do not listen to what she said, thanks to always being ignored by her family as a child. Once people get to know the girl she is quite passionate and loving character under all the crazy behaviour. Among of the students who was scared by her unique nature, there was a boy who loved her craziness despite their first meeting she throws a book at him to get him to leave him alone yet he was persistent and handsome. Matilda had someone to give all her love to, rage as well even end up marrying him, his name is Junghwan. Bonus points, that her parents approved due to his family background but honestly she couldn’t care any less about what they thought about him.

tw: child abuse

Elliot is a good kind, most people would say.

He is an excellent student and he is consistently trying his best in all his classes. He is a student who always does the extra credit and tries to tutor others who need as much help as often. But he hides his own secrets. Where his father thinks of him as completely useless at home and how he needs to become a doctor. His mother stands by and watches.

Elliot comes from privilege but he wouldn’t really call it that. He’s at the mercy of his father but Hogwarts if his only solace away from his family (minus the howlers his father likes to send him). Hopefully he can get the grades required to become a Prefect next year…

i.

the first time sora witnessed magic, he wasn’t even a year old.

( his dad ‘surprised’ him - over and over again - by hiding behind his hands. )

a bland game of peek-a-boo that sora enjoyed, nonetheless.

it had something to do with object permanence.

he doesn’t remember this.

ii.

the first time sora witnessed ‘real’ magic was during his seventh birthday party.

his parents hired a magician to perform worn-out card and hat tricks for him and his amazed, same-aged peers. everyone had been slack-jawed and wide-eyed in awe.

until one kid in particular, a snooty rich boy that sora, thinking back on it now, has no idea why he befriended, stood up and ruined the entire party by revealing the secret to an overused coin trick.

for the rest of the evening after the party, sora was convinced that he would become a magician when he grew up, creating new tricks that snobby little rich kids wouldn’t be able to uncover.

that dream had been short-lived, and sora vaguely remembers it.

the next day, he wanted to become a dog-walker.

iii.

the first time sora witnessed magic was when he was eleven.

after school club activities were canceled due to inclement weather, and he got home much earlier than usual. while not at all the quiet type, sora had the habit of entering his house like a ghost. quietly in and out, and almost giving his parents heart attacks.

he had always been stealthy.

the sound of a crash came from the kitchen, but upon arriving at the foyer, sora saw no broken shards on the floor - but a pristine plate floating in the air.

his gasp startled his mother, and the plate met the floor once more.

this time, sora saw how the pieces shattered on the linoleum.

it turned into a staring contest for a full minute.

finally, his mother smiled, and wordlessly put an index finger to her lips.

she took the wand out from behind her back, and waved it in the air in precise motions. the plate pieced together on its own, and was back in the rack seconds later.

then, she made him rice crackers for his snack.

sora kept the whole thing a secret until it wasn’t anymore.

iv.

which was around the time he turned fifteen.

when his acceptance letter to mahoutokoro school of magic arrived.

sora would have preferred screaming to the alternative: his father - who was in complete and utter shock - silently packing his bags and leaving in the middle of the night.

he locked himself up in his room, the letter tightly clutched in his hands, envelope stained with droplets of his tears. he could hear his mother sobbing in the other room.

sora doesn’t remember much of that night.

( he doesn’t want to. )

he woke up on the floor the next morning, the letter still in his hands.

v.

the first time sora witnessed true-blue magic, he was sixteen.

he can’t, to this day, even begin to explain the whimsical quality of his new school.

sora was thrust into a world full of magic and mayhem he could only ever (and never) dreamed of.

he was a wizard among wizards.

there were dragons and mermaids and quidditch - a whimsical sport he grew to love, one that involved enchanted (as cliché as it may seem) broomsticks.

and he was good - an understatement.

sora played quidditch like his life depended on it, dodging quaffles and airplanes from a neighboring muggle airbase like a pro, practicing above turbulent seas amidst a storm, and soaring in the air like that was where he belonged.

he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

( did he mention there were dragons? )

vi.

his mother disguised her job as one simply in the law enforcement field.

there’s more truth to it than not.

his mother worked for the japan branch of the department of magical law enforcement, specifically under the misuse of muggle artefacts office.

when sora was nineteen, his mother was promoted - to the office for the detection and confiscation of counterfeit defensive spells and protective objects which, to this day, sora can’t be bothered to remember - and promptly relocated to the main branch in london.

sora had to bid farewell to the friends he had made (but more importantly, to the toyohashi tengu), but there was one more thing that troubled him.

he could barely speak a word of english.

vii.

two years later, equipped with better pronunciation and elocution, and with a better grasp of written english, sora can now oh-so-eloquently curse out their quidditch opponents after bludgeoning them as gryffindor’s beater.

sora would like to think he has adjusted well in the duration of his stay at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. he wears the gryffindor house colors with pride, and believes he represents the house values and traits rather well.

together with his harlequin toad, rapunzel, sora is ready to face whatever the future holds.

after all, he’s found a new home in hogwarts.

he’ll treasure each memory made.

He was the boy born surrounded with love, expectations and plans. Alexander didn’t need to think about his future when growing up because everything was already planned. He was supposed to get older, get into Slytherin just like the rest of his family, when of age to get married with an wealthy witch from a family the Choi chose (a pureblood of course) and then take his father’s place in the Ministry of Magic.

The only problem was that they forgot to tell Alexander to follow up the memo. Since a very young age, the boy wanted to experiment different things. Despite having his mother’s love, he was raised by employees and upon hearing the amazing stories around Harry Potter and his best friends, the boy wanted more than follow what his parents had planned for him.

His first defeat however was when he was placed in Slytherin, something that made his father so proud and made Alex depressed. He just refused to accept that fate and if it wasn’t for his best friends at the time, and during his time, he would have fallen into a severe depression.

But they liked him for what he was – someone friendly, with a nice smile, despite his Slytherin roots and the way he carried that on his shoulders, whenever he approached someone from another House. He was intelligent and hardworking, immediately falling in love with potions and muggles studies, something that made his father severely reprimand him for. He was a Choi and wasn’t supposed to associate himself with anything related to muggles; he didn’t care, on the contrary, he welcomed that to his life and decided that everything his parents thought it was good for him, was instead something he should fight at all costs.

And it was probably because of that, he invested more of his time to help other students at the infirmary. His potions skills were extraordinary and even if other students and professors didn’t believe at first he had good intentions, he proved them wrong by helping healing injured quidditch players and whoever was in need.

if one has to summarize kian‘s life in one word, ‘people-pleaser’ would possibly be the most accurate term.

not in the way that he tries to please everyone that he meets, but as in that he tries his hardest to please the ones that matters the most to him.

his father, for example. his expectations for kian falls short of impossible; to be the impeccable heir to their lineage, to succeed where his predecessors had failed, and to excel in everything that he does without fail. yet despite the growing anxieties in his heart, the boy followed through the lessons his father put him up to anyway. after all, he too, wants to follow his father’s footsteps to be an admirable wizard and member of the magical society.

mother, on the other hand, is the only person that has never asked him for anything. perhaps the fact that she passed away long ago after giving birth to kian plays a part on it. to the boy, she is nothing but a face scattered all over the pictures in their family manor with no presence to even prove her prior existence. a vacant role in their somewhat dysfunctional family.

at eleven years old, kian found his second home in hogwarts. he boasts the color verdure on his school robe proudly, just like every member of his family that ever stepped foot in the renowned magical school. played along with the sense of superiority that his housemates instilled in him. that’s only natural, right? to follow the status quo that their predecessors had previously set?

for the most part, his school life was rather uneventful–or at least until the second great wizarding war broke in britain.

the war didn’t affect him directly, only through the proxy of incidents and changes that occurred in hogwarts during the dark times. even then kian refused to involve himself with such trivial matters; like dumbledore’s army or inquisitorial squad. there was no point in joining them unless it was going to help him with his studies, or fulfilling the expectations his family already placed upon him.

the aftermath of the war sees his father being positioned as a high-ranking officer in shacklebolt’s newly reformed ministry of magic. it wasn’t a huge change, considering his father had always been favored among his peers and public alike. but it does reduce the already little time he has for kian, and consequently adding more pressure for the boy to be a son worthy of his bloodline.