#gryfsilas

starter for @gryfsilas.

liquid fire pours past heated lips, a sudden warmth forming all throughout her body, and within seconds she’s reaching for another cup. she can already feel her cheeks catching color, a hue the shade of dusty rose present for all to see. she wasn’t drunk, but she was sure close to it. the young parisian was never a stranger to booze, good or bad, and there was always plenty to go around whenever parties broke out within the walls of the room of requirement. she’d caught wind of it last minute, jisoo stating she just had to go with her.

nina could never say no to the young slytherin— not when her eyes grew wide to match her pleads. however, nina wanted to be anywhere but the very function she’d be excited to attend.

she’d seen him the moment she walked in, his presence too magnetic to avoid, and she hated it. though time had passed, silas was still a reminder of everything heartbreaking to her— a lost love that was never hers to begin with. she’s quick to avoid his line of sight, b-lining directly to the booze ( where’s she’s been for the past 10 minutes now ).

she needs a distraction, someone to keep her mind off him, so she grabs the nearest boy— a hufflepuff she remembers, having seen him in the halls before sporting his house colors— and pulls him to the center of a crowd where people are dancing. she sticks close to him with back against his front, the feeling of his hands gripping her waist acknowledged, and takes a sip of her drink.

what do you mean? i always knit you nice sweaters. don’t you want them anymore? 

honesty hour. ( x )

hyojin, of course. you never asked about siblings.

HONESTY HOUR ― ACCEPTING !

@gryfsilas

He didn't think it'd be this hard.

A scream of horror, mixed in with a little delight and surprise tore through the silence o the afternoon as  speeding red blur whizzed through the  courtyard and in and out of the open hallways. Students scrambled out of the way as the blur seemed to go even faster, along with the scream, and out to the courtyard.

Yup, Riley had decided to ride his broomstick.

Normally he was good with riding a broomstick, but ever since his parents had brought him a new one, it wasn’t what he expected it to be. The high-pitched scream he produced would be comical, if not for how dangerous the situation is (although broken bones could be easily treated at the Hospital wing, dealing with being chastised is what Riley didn’t enjoy). When he thinks he’s finally able to relax when his broom had slowed down, he looks up, and screams once more,

"Incoming!“

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saturday mornings aren’t supposed to be spent in disappointment, but this is all seokjin is, arms crossed over a wide chest and looking down on his own brother, and for good reason. it’s a good thing hyojin is in the backyard, and though seokjin would rather have his siblings home for a better reason than to scold them, some things cannot be left for later.

“are you even trying?” he asks, mostly out of disbelief, and utter disapproval. seokjin didn’t work his ass off and endure years of being humiliated by his aunt and the legacy of their parents only to have it ruined by silas being absolutely incompetent. perhaps he babied them too much -- recently, he’s been trying to stop. tough love was never meant to be easy.