#crcai

She always keeps her emotions bottled up and sometimes it just overflows. Then she always retreats to one of her little spots, hiding out. She is curled up in a window in an usually empty part of the library, tears running down her cheeks. Thing is, none of her places are really secret to him - her best friend. 

This was a side she kept hidden from him, her sadness. So when he happened upon her she told him it was nothing. I love you, hearing that both warmed and made her heart ache at the same time. She felt pathetic. 

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if anyone were to ask, she absolutely, without a doubt, love her care for magical creatures class. the reason behind it is totally irrelevant to the dreamy student assistant that recently started coming in to help around. no correlation whatsoever. but if it did, then it wouldn’t be a surprise, considering how often she sneaks glances at him. luckily for the ravenclaw, she hasn’t been caught. yet. 

the sudden jolt of electricity on her hand made her jump, and the few students that witnessed the perpetrator put their wand away only laughed and snickered. this, however, attracted the attention of her professor, who was in the middle of explaining their on-hand task for the day. millicent squints and watches the chalk spell something out on the board. “cross-breeding creatures...?” “exactly, ms. moon. you are to come up and draw a hybrid, and if you were paying attention in class, you would have found a partner to do this with by now.” oh god. why did the one class where she doesn’t know anyone had to assign group work? this is what she gets for daydreaming in class.

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For a person who prides herself in being superior than most, Rushi is at loss when it comes to Bei CaiXin. The man had more control over her than she cared to admit and that is why her blood boils at his immediate dismiss. She had been ready for scorn or even hurt but somehow indifference was far worse. Still she refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing he still had an effect on her. Even if she was failing miserably at it.

Straightening her slouched position up a bitter chuckle goes past her lips, eyes never meeting his.

“ Is that it? You’re just going to walk away and ignore me? ” 

( sentence drabbles ) | accepting!

“Cai, this looks weird..”

If there are foods she’s never tried out in her life, it’s from the Muggle world. They’ve got some interesting foods of all sorts, but never like this milky, creamy green coloured, what they call it—”ice cream”. Aurora’s a foodie but never experienced a good amount of delicacies in her lifetime. “Is this what they call dessert, Cai?” Brown orbs look at the upperclassmen, eyes filled with inquisitiveness.

Although, the taste was a tad bit bitter. More so, sweet than it was bitter. “Are there any other flavours to try? Besides this green goo looking thingy? Maybe like strawberry or vanilla?” Those are the safest flavours to try out, two flavours that people would commonly like. Apart from that, she’s willing to go beyond her boundaries and try out new things like savoury foods. “What should we try out next and where?”

She’s fond of this, never having a food buddy or too many days when she’s away from her books.

Random starter for @crcai​ - prompt: cool bro

Caixin is talking and Damien is pretending to listen. A headache has slowly been creeping up on him and he can feel the tension going from between his shoulder blades all the way up his neck and to the back of his head. He rolls his shoulders in a poor attempt to release the tension, but it’s futile. He wants to go outside and smoke. He should probably try to find someone to give him a massage too, but trying to find someone in this damn school would be like trying to find a needle in a hay stack.

Eventually, he can’t take it anymore so he interrupts. “Look, that’s cool, bro,” he tries to keep a straight face as he mentions that horrible word. His tone is dripping with obvious sarcasm, showing that he doesn’t find whatever this monologue was about remotely cool. “But tell me, how is this any of my business?” He knows that Caixin and him are similar on many points. They both have kinder sides to them than most of their fellow Slytherins. They are in the same year, even if Damien is a year older, they both care about the well-being of the students who are members of the Slytherin house. And maybe it is those similarities that make the other’s presence irk him.

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tw. blood

accidents happen all the time, don’t worry

words fabian was used to hearing by now, but every single time he felt as though he should worry. that it was some sort of sign that maybe he should just give up and quit now. but, he had never really been the sort to quit something even when things got hard, though this outlook was only going to lead to more accidents. 

why he was so determined to get good at magic he didn’t know, especially seeing as he was practising subjects he wasn’t even taking for NEWT levels. Transfiguration, for example, was not a class he had attended since the end of his OWLs (mostly because he had gotten a D and couldn’t take it for NEWT level even if he wanted to), and yet he still found the time to try and get better. 

though, once again, his attempts to transfigure a wooden side table ended with said furniture literally exploding, sending splinters and large pieces of wood all over the room. one such table leg smacking him right in the face with some force, enough force that fabian heard a snap and blood started running from his nostrils. 

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Cole had long learned to ignore the people looking at him through the camera on their cellphones, or the ones that followed him as if he was an oddity, something that belonged in one of those museums that exhibit odd creatures. It had always felt surreal to him. There were men out there who were taller than him, and he was sure those men were not being followed by people and having their picture taken without permission. Was it because his parents were famous? That seemed ludicrous to him. They were the stars, not him.

Thankfully, since he had arrived at Hogwarts, he had been treated normally which was a welcomed change. There were other students taller than him, other students who were more good-looking too, so this feeling of being a caged animal in a zoo slowly dissipated. There were still people staring sometimes; but acknowledging them with a blinding smile was usually enough to catch them by surprise and send them running with blushing cheeks.

Except now. He had been feeling a strong gaze on him for a few minutes now and he had tried to ignore it at first, but his patience was running thin. The first thing it did was make him feel self-conscious. Did he have something stuck in his teeth? Had he forgotten to zip up his jeans? He couldn’t exactly check the state of his teeth since he didn’t have a mirror on him, but a quick look at his crotch told him the zipper situation was in control. So, what was it? Why was he being stared at? He finally looked up and it didn’t take long for him to spot the student who had been staring. The student looked a bit dazed. Cole arched an eyebrow and cleared his throat.