#epsophie

@epsophie​

Oliver Park had many ideas, constantly learning about potions at home since a young age, meant he had the skills to use that creativity in the art of brewing. There were success, some turning out not as intended, and most were failures.

Tonight was a case of one turning out not as intended. A light bulb in his head told him to attempt to create a compound turning potions into jello. It came out much more glue like, and the next light bulb saw him applying it on his shoe.

Walking on the walls was fun, almost like the red and blue spider superhero in the muggle movies. What was unaccounted for, was that when it dried completely, he became stuck.

Thus, we find Oliver hanging upside down above on the ceiling of the corridor way past curfew. His abs were sore, as he pulled himself up from time to time to clear his head of blood. His wand laying down on the floor away from reach, deprived him from a magical escape from his situation.

When a familiar redhead came passing by on what he assumed to be her prefect rounds, he grinned at his potential savior.

@epsophie 

truth be told, it doesn’t feel all that different walking back into hogwarts for his seventh year. hongbin had expected to feel... well, anything, really. maybe a rush of excitement, goosebumps along his arms and eyes alight with the knowledge of the beginning of the rest of his life drawing impossibly closer. or perhaps the bittersweet feeling of an impending end to everything he’s known so intimately for the past few years, settled in the pit of his stomach. and yet... nothing. 

nothing but the familiar feeling of returning to ones regular habits and haunts. 

he’s got his hands tucked into the pockets in his robe (which he’s filled out more this year; he’s noticed how much more nicely it hangs on his broad frame) not quite bothering to give the students he passes much more than a glance. he knows they’re looking at him, can feel their stares burning into him, and- tamping down the bubbling irritation in his gut- he plasters on a wide grin. tilts his chin up a bit, arrogant if only in imitation, adds a swing to his hips. it’s all too easy to play into the role of the conceited asshole he’s built for himself these few years. 

of course, thoughts of his ever present reputation would be enough to summon a familiar figure. she’s not hard to spot, all brilliant, vibrant colors and a fierce air to her that hongbin’s eyes are drawn to once again this year. yes, it would seem that sophie is- as expected- in attendance. 

he’s not entirely sure why he expected anything else. 

it doesn’t take long for hongbin to reach her- a few strides and nothing more. she hasn’t noticed him yet, or perhaps she has and is pointedly ignoring him. he’s fairly certain that isn’t the case, however, judging by her relaxed posture, the easy curve of her body as she lingers. after all, hongbin had noticed some time ago that his presence made her tense, provided that delicious spark in the air, left a strange feeling hanging between them. whenever they were near to each other, hongbin couldn’t help but feel as though he should push. push a little harder. push her until she breaks and takes the tension with her. 

“funny meeting you here,” hongbin starts from behind her, tone airy, casual. his eyes are glittering with amusement as he leans over a bit, just enough to see the side of her face clearly. “i wasn’t too sure you’d show. but then again, it should come as no surprise, hm? you never could stay away from me.” 

@epsophie

there wasn’t enough alcohol in his system yet. which was obvious in the way darcy was still settled on one of the many free seats settled at the party. he could go straight to the more crowded area around the alcohol but, he felt if it would end him ending up puking anything he drank too fast. 

therefore, darcy was more than happy to sit by himself and observing the scene before him for the time being. because he knew that in an hour at most, he would probably become the fools he was judging right at this moment. karma is a bitch, and darcy is still not smart enough to take heed to her warnings. 

but he felt a body settle down beside him. a sigh almost escaping his lips but turning into one of relief once he realized it was a fellow ravenclaw. thank god it wasn’t someone weird, and instead sophie.  “ ‘ey turner, how long have you been at the party ?” he asked, his tone more bubbly than usual.

@epsophie

moonlight pours through the window beside him as he walks slowly down the corridor, hands thrust deep into his pockets. another night spent outside his dorm, and he, as usual, makes no attempt to hide himself from anyone else still awake, including prefects. he’s already bumped into the bloody baron as he took the stairs up from the dungeons, and being rather friendly with the ghost due to years of paying great interest in the ghost and his life before death, they’d shared a few words of acknowledgement as they both went on their way. 

gabriel’s always loved how the castle looks at night. the silence that hangs in the corridors, the strange noises that echo around him, bouncing off the stone walls, making him wonder just who, or what, made the noise - usually peeves is the source (gabriel likes peeves, he’s entertaining, and he’s pulled some brilliant pranks with the poltergeists help over his school years).