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             𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒        his  decision  to  undress  down  to  a  thin  t - shirt  and  pajama  bottoms  ,  calling  it  an     EARLY     night  after  a  stressful  day  of  classes  he  didn’t  particularly  have  the  energy  to  participate  in  .  although  his  teeth  do  not    CLATTER    each  time  a  cool  breeze  snakes  it  way  through  the  material  of  his  clothes ,  his  hands  rub  his  bare  arms  aggressively  in  hopes  of   WARMING    himself  ,  a  firm  reminder  of  how  much  he  HATES THE COLD  ringing  inside  his  head  .          ❛    𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍      ?    i  was  asleep  so  i’m  entirely   L O S T  .   ❜

if he had just gone to a normal school, he wouldn’t have to deal with pranks from poltergeists but again: here we are.

      kyu was shockingly prepared for such a situation. comically prepared. he burst down the corridor, hopping atop a raised ledge as he prepared his spell. he’d been saving the prop for his own mischief but when opportunity presents itself... 

      with a glance spared to the chaos ensuing around him, kyu gleefully muttered the enchantment to inflate the hilarious pool floaty he’d had folded in his bag for weeks now. the boy hopped comfortably atop his new vessel, one hand pinching the bridge of his nose in a feeble attempt to combat the smell of sewage. 

      ‘ hop on, friends! ’ the hufflepuff invited, floating along the rising river of sludge, ‘ the water’s fine! ’

     the internet is magnificent. positively wondrous in the things it brings to the table. sydney is referring to muggle net, not the witch alternative (which consists of a great deal many of things and inner workings that she simply didn’t understand). but point is, when rina had showed her the video, sydney knew they had to have it. which brings us to the cheery afternoon in the school courtyard, where sydney jung sits on her knees, plain (?) stapler in one hand and blue dyed denim in the other. 

     she had watched the video repeatedly—but reality always seemed to differ greatly than the delusions that run her mind. in the video, it had been over by five minutes. here, in real life, sydney struggles to even properly use the muggle contraption in her hand. “i—ugh—” her eyes squint, nose crinkling in her bent over position to glare at the staples embedded in the denim. it went in, but, didn’t close. was there another step for that? a button? should she ask rina? her gaze turns again to the instrument in her hand, shaking it a couple times. 

     “ugh! work! hey—!!” she huffs, a rare state of frustration that builds in her core. as a ravenclaw, she loved crafts, inventions, the works. the fact that banging this muggle thing incessantly against the hem does nothing to close the staple is beyond her. “oh my god,” sydney audibly groans, eyes lifting up for a moment just in time to catch the feet of another. 

          the sound of a loud crunch under her heel causes her to freeze. “ oh no... ” the words come out soft and frail as nessie lifts her foot up, revealing a broken bone that must’ve rolled her way when a bunch of students came sliding down. this is what she’s been dreading all night. not the danger of her unfiltered thoughts being uttered out, but stepping on a bone of one of the many basilisk victims that must absolutely hate her now. cue: panic mode. “ there must be a spell to fix this — oh gosh... ” she mutters to herself, unaware of the stare burning into her back. taking out her wand from her apron, she hurriedly tries to think of a spell to save this. to save herself. 

          「 ♥ 」————  ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs one can be absolutely positive about:  first, angel has climbed onto the food table.  second, there’s a particular glint in his eye---one that sings of wicked intentions---that accompanies an equally wicked smirk.  and third, he is unconditionally and irrevocably going to strip-dance to ‘paralyzer.’

            there’s just one teeny tiny problem:  he has overalls on, and overalls are definitely not sexy to take off.  what an absolute mood-killer!  but fortunately, his smart self decided to wear a yellow button-up to complete his minion attire  &  that is something he can work with.

            as the familiar beat of ‘paralyzer’ resonates within the compact chamber, he begins his  ( rather spontaneous )  performance:  body moving to the rhythm of the chorus, he tucks his thumbs underneath the overalls’ straps and slips them off. 「 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕,  𝚒’𝚖  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚣𝚎𝚍  𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚒  𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖  𝚝𝚘  𝚋𝚎  𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔  𝚋𝚢  𝚢𝚘𝚞 ~ 」 his hands run along his chest provocatively, too provocatively---almost as if he’s done this before  ( he has )---before hooking onto the collars of his shirt.  ❝ if you’re underage, you miiight wanna look away. ❞  his voice carries the warning in an unexpected volume - the result of using sonorus, the amplifying charm, on himself.