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TW  ⋰ torture , abuse , violence

☾ — You got troubles, I've got 'em too There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you 。.:*・ 

It's dark, cold-- something Cai has used to feel. Altogether it seems as if he’s back in 2009. When the people called ‘visitors’ with hats and robes come to the orphanage to chain him up. Beat his flesh and tear everything numb and order him to keep the ‘ability’ in. Yes, they didn’t call it magic then, they were afraid that the boy would think highly of himself. 

An obscurial, they wanted to make him an obscurial, trying to find the switch to release the madness. But he didn’t break, doesn’t break-- even if the whole world collapses, even if there’s not enough red to bleed, even if his bones grind against torture. He will stay on his ground. 

But it’s too much of a living memory for him to forget. 

He wakes up with a gasp, a stinging pain piercing through his head. But he looks around, realizing that he’s not in the Slytherin common room, but outside-- right at the open field. It’s a place he’d unconsciously apparate himself to for freedom. There’s a sting going through again and he groans, a dark body of mass starting to grow around him. He lifts his hand to cover his mouth, not daring to scream. 

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Eleanor’s definition of love was simple.

Love: An intense feeling of appreciation, can be nice but it’s not a necessity. 

She was nestled in the potions room, attention drifting somewhere between the sky and the ground. Her thoughts fleeting as there was a new-found emotion blooming in the depths of her heart. She wondered if this was what people felt when they talked about love. Elation flooded her chest, butterflies skittered in the pit of her stomach. As if fate gifted her luck, the Ravenclaw caught sight of the older male walking in the hallways.

Her hands grasped the books and slung them beneath her arm’s wing. Her feet quick to catch the other. As if her emotions weren’t able to repress themselves, the younger girl can’t help but smile. Her cheeks tinted with a light shade of pink. 

THE FIVE SENSES SENTENCE STARTERS

“and i have no intentions to do so,” was his rather simple response as he pushed the plate away from him with a finger, “that doesn’t even look edible to me.” maybe it was one of those foods which sounded awful and didn’t even look that nice, but was actually really nice. 

he had that relationship with carrot cake at first because he had thought that a cake with carrot in it was never going to be a nice thing to put in your mouth. but, he had eventually and it turned out that it was actually pretty nice. but that was back when he had been a little more adventurous with his food and willing to try out new things. but, at the moment, he was not in the food for such things and just wanted a dinner which might not accidentally kill him. 

"Ten was when I and Hyuck fell in love with the same girl" he says, almost a little casually that he pauses the second he has realized what he said. “I’m pretty sure we were lonely bastards looking for someone to get excited for” he admits. “But-- yea” he dares not continue the story, dares not say that the child died because of him. So, he sighs. “Ever since that day, we vowed to not fall in love with the same girl again-- It’s a curse, really” he finishes. 

The Five Senses Sentence Starters

Accepting!

“It’s really bad when it smells isn’t it?” a pout forms on her pinkish lips and a frustrated frown appears between her brows as the stink bubbles up in the air and stings her nostrils. 

She had made her way to the Potions classroom before dinner because for the life of her she could not understand how one could perfectly make a Calming Draught. And her test was soon. It never had the right smell, colour or consistency even though she kept following the steps.

With an irritated huff she slammed the book shut and threw it across the table.

“That’s it. I am going to fail Potions over a Calming stupid Draught. My life is over.”

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Yuna had quite recently found out that there was such a thing as no magic “magic”. it was not actually magic but tricks muggles did that looked like magic. she had found out through one of her muggle born friends who had also given her a magic box, the muggle kind. it included various items for practicing the non magic magic, for example a deck of cards, cups, a plastic wand, and a instruction book with some tricks.