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It was just the perfect time for a drink and Alec was feeling that need again, right after practice. It wasn’t that he didnt enjoy the drinks served at school and they were pretty good, but no one made his tea the way Borealis did and for that exact reason he was risking getting late (again) to start his study routine.

It wasn’t that dramatic but if Alec didn’t make it dramatic, it wouldn’t be him - sometimes he wondered if he shouldn’t be applying for a spot on the drama club but when he thought about everything he had in front of him, he knew it wouldn’t have the time in the end.

Luckily when he entered the bar, it wasn’t as clogged as he expected, a small line of three people in front of him ordered quite fast, and soon it was his time. He almost didn’t need to say much since the girl behind the counter remembered his order - talk about being addicted to that combination. 

Looking through the window as he waited for his order, he almost missed when another person, a boy this time, yelled his order.

                                         “Cherry tea with lemon and honey”

Miso is a lot of things, confident and flirty are a few of them… but shy, nervous? That’s never one of the things he is. Yet, right now, as he’s staring into the eyes of another he is blushing.

What the two are? Miso isn’t sure… but to be honest he doesn't really understand relationships, when it’s okay to call someone his friend. Miso probably has friends but are just too confused to know it, for now he doesn’t really see any people as his friend. Hence he is just calling the other someone he knows, someone he flirts with on the regular. There aren’t feelings involved in it, but there’s never really feelings involved in anything Miso does or says, it’s not like he’s feeling-less, it’s just that… yeah…

Rowan to ???: Or curse you

“Are you sure it’s okay to be doing this?” She whispered to the other as she tiptoed just inches behind. Malia never thought she’d be sneaking around the castle grounds so late at night, but here she was getting roped into midnight shenanigans. It had taken a few minutes of convincing, but ultimately, Malia was incapable of ever saying no. 

The castle corridors were eerily silent as they crept their way through them. Scared of getting points revoked for Toseong, the girl was peeking over her shoulder each time the duo turned a corner. It was a surprise that they hadn’t been caught yet given the heavy beating of her heart, her rushing pulse blaring in her ear. 

It took Rowan’s grandmother decades to admit she had any type of psychic abilities, but for him, it came to him when he was in his second year at Mokseong. Before then, he just assumed he was a very intuitive. Also, that his family was a bit predictable. It took one too many card games before he realized that perhaps he had some seer abilities. An apparation to Britain later, his grandmother was sobbing and he was the one comforting her. He mostly took it with a shrug.

Of course, he still didn’t disclose his abilities. Not because he was ashamed, but because it was fucking hilarious to use. “I hope you were not attached to that bag,” he said. “I bet you... ten that is going to break soon.”

Rowan had told his mother about being cornered into speed dating and, of course, she had told him to wear nice clothes. His parents had never pressured him about getting married, but it was always kind of hanging in the background at one side of his family functions. Half-blood or not, he was still a Rosier and his grandmother always insisted he needed to meet someone nice and fall in love. Naturally, it was always implied he should fall in love with a pureblood, as if that would rectify the fact that his mother was a muggleborn or that he was a half-blood. At least she didn’t harp on him marrying a woman, he supposed. 

He cleared his throat. He was good at flirting, but this was a bit of an awkward situation. So, he said the first thing on his mind as he spotted some bumper cars in the distance. “My grandfather fixes cars for a living and as a teenager, I kind of went on a joy ride. He’s a muggle so I thought I could get away with fixing the damage, but he caught me. But I did make it to Disneyland first.”

connection: someone miso knows, stranger

plot: miao’s puffskein bites you

Miao walks calmly around, normally he doesn’t bother when Blood (his puffskein) leaves him, but right now he wanted Blood to be there when Miao pulled a prank on another student. However Blood was nowhere to be found. Miso’s dear Blood had either hided themselves really well or they had been kidnapped, Miao went with the first choice.

     After he had spent most of his time helping bandage up a few students, all of which managed to injure themselves due to the haunted house, and parted ways with his brother once the two had also experienced the little exhibit, Jaein was actually planning on heading back to his dorm for the rest of the night. Though, as he was walking by he noticed that there were some movies being played and so he let his curiosity get the best of him, deciding to check it out to see what sort of movies would be playing.

     He honestly did try to stay awake, not thinking that the movies were really boring or anything, though they weren’t exactly ‘scary’ like they probably should have been. In the end, at some point, Jaein ended up falling asleep. He would jerk awake in the beginning when his head would nod off to one side or the other, however in the end he had failed to really stay awake and without knowing ended up with his head on the shoulder of someone next to him.

     Maybe his exhaustion had something to do with the fact that he had worn himself out helping other students earlier, or maybe it was due to just not getting much rest lately, either way he couldn’t fight off the sleep. Jaein doesn’t even know how long he had been like this, though when he finally slowly opens his eyes he doesn’t even realize right away that he’s basically using someone as a pillow, still half asleep as he blinks a few times and tries to gather his own surroundings a bit more.

     A few moments pass before he sits straight and glances around, noticing that the movie he had been watching before he passed out was already over. Had he really slept that long? His eyebrows furrowed together and he squints a bit as he tries to calculate just how long he had been asleep, though it’s at that moment that he realizes that he had actually been laying on something, or more like someone. Jaein slowly looks over, blinking yet a few more times at the stranger next to him. “I’m sorry.” His tone sounds flat, even his expression is blank as he speaks, though he’s actually sincere about what he says even though it may not look or sound like he is.