#msuchangmin

the chilling adventures of… vampire han changmin

"They watch us dine on empty plates and drink from empty glasses.” -Louis, Interview with the Vampire

@msuchangmin

her bag hangs heavily on her right shoulder; the space inside filled to the brim with her required readings, some assortment of pens, and paper to write on. purposeful strides were, as always, headed towards a location within the school that she can be frequently found at. if not the hospital wing and her room, this is her favoured area of choice.

not necessarily because she loves this place. more so that it is arguably the only place in the school where she can find some semblance of peace, should she desire to see through the completion of her tasks. it is the library, after all.

as soon as she steps inside the room, her eyes immediately scans through the throng of people scattered far and in between. in the message she had received from him, he had informed her where he would be sitting and what he was wearing. she was able to find him easily enough but as she walks closer, her steps begin to gradually lose its steady pace because this guy she is about to approach could not possibly be her tutor? she thinks. he looks too young.

|| closed starter ☆ @msusage​ ☆ ||

“Do you have a job?” The question came out of nowhere as Changmin leaned his cheek into his hand, facing toward his table mate, Sage with a curious but also bored expression. There was a lull in-between activities of the Ancient Ruins club as the president milled around the room to pass out paper with readings on it, this gave students time to chat lowly with the members around them and Changmin had done just that. He’d sat beside this student before and they seemed to be one of the most intelligent of the group, and he remembered they’d mentioned being an Ancient Ruins major which explained how quickly they excelled in the club. He was impressed by this and wanted to get to know the other more, but as he started taking up the usually open spot beside them, he realized they weren’t really the talkative type. He tried to spark up conversations with them before but never really got more than a few responses before they got caught up in something else, or they just stopped answering. He didn’t mind too much, he never took it personally or anything, and since he didn't seem to actually be bothering them he continued to take up the space beside them.

“Do you have a job?” He asked again after getting the other’s attention, “I recently went to this boba shop looking for a part-time job, my mom though it’d be wise for me to have other work experience outside the bookstore.” He shrugged in a way that showed he was neither for, nor against the idea, but smiled a bit as he remembered what the point of his conversation was. “The girl working there was so nice, she gave me an application and everything and said I could come in for an interview later in the week. She was really pretty..” He said these words shyly, and it made his experience, or lack thereof, obvious. “I’m sure I’ll make a complete fool of myself at my interview, but hopefully I get the job.” He added, pressing his lips together with a small sigh at his predicament.

my favorite shrek song. you wanna listen, @msuchangmin​?

yeonhee had never been the best when it came to potions. even though it’s her first year and she shouldn’t make any harsh conclusions yet, she’s very certain that this is her worst class of the year. it’s a miracle that she’s still passing this class, though she would like to say it was the attendance grade. 

still, she tried her best to give it her all. sure, she didn’t give too much shits about magic, but that didn’t mean she was going to give up! that would not be very cool of her. (not to mention, she knew that if she didn’t put in any effort at school that her father and mother would be disappointed in her. sure, she could lie about her grades to them, but she still had a morality and she didn’t really want to do that.) 

today’s objective with potions 101 class was to make a giggling potion. as expected, yeonhee was barely listening to professor jung, but what she did here was that it was a potion focused on making the drinker feel more happy. “it’s recommended for those who just want to have a good laugh at something.” and because yeonhee was daydreaming about jeremy jordan, she didn’t get a chance to listen to the specific instructions. so, when it was lab time, she simply tried her best. 

professor jung tells everyone to find a partner to try and work with for the experiment, so she turns to some boy she believes is a familiar face. “changmin, right? you’re malia’s friend? i think i saw you talking to her once,” she explains before handing her potion. “here! you can try mine if you want. i hope it tastes good.” 

|| closed starter ☆ @msuxander​ ☆ || This was the moment, Changmin was finally going to confront this mystery man who’d been eluding him for days now, the mystery person who’s picture had been kept and thoughtfully hidden away in a charmed box in his father’s study. His father’s study! Who was this person? Why was there newspaper clippings of this person from childhood till now in a box that clearly was never meant to be seen by anyone but his father, why did they exist? Why were they secret? Who was this person? This.. Han Yoogeom. Why did he have his family name? Not that it wasn’t impossible for someone in the world to share the same family name as him, but to find a photo with a date and an age and that name written on the back in his father’s. STUDY. It was all too much of a “coincidence” for him, so he had to find out who he was. He’d searched all over school for him, asking around for a Han Yoogeom, age 24, but no one had heard of him, which he thought was crazy because here he was on this photo in his Mokseong Uniform at his graduation and the article that had come with it clearly stated he was attending grad school here. It wasn’t until he confronted his friend Sage’s aunt Forsythia that he got any sort of useful information. “Xander Maxwell?”  After a lot of back and forth about who he was and who he couldn’t possibly be, and how “you really shouldn’t talk to someone like him, he’s yada yada yada”, Changmin stopped listening once the conversation had nothing else that he wanted to hear and he was off to find out more about Xander Maxwell. He knew the Maxwell name well enough, he and his mother liked to keep up with all the influential wizarding families around the world, especially the dark ones. They were mom’s specialty when she worked as an Auror and he always found it fascinating to learn more about them, he always believed there was usually a deeper meaning or reason to why any of them did what they did, which might seem to be a bit naive, but it helped him keep an open mind and not just see them as evil monsters that should just be locked away forever. Of course some of them are bad enough that it should land them in prison, but he didn’t think everyone in a dark wizarding family were the same. Which is why he didn’t heed Forsythia’s warning and he kept digging for more info that could lead him to Xander. Finally, after days of planning and quality detective work, if he did say so himself, he’d figured out the perfect way to get close to “Xander” that would force him to talk to him. Changmin sat with his hands folded in his lap as he waited for his tutor to meet with him, now that the moment was actually here he found himself a bit nervous, his eyes continued to drop to the photo of a smiling graduate with people, who he could assume were his parents, patting him proudly on the shoulder and he wondered who he was beyond this sepia toned newspaper clipping. When he heard the door open his head shot up and he covered the photo with both hands, looking to the real version of it and offering a nervous smile. “H-hello! I’m sorry if I’m too early, I always like to be punctual to these sorts of things, especially on my first day.” He let out, trying to begin with pleasantries before he brought up the true reason for being here. 

✘ CLOSED STARTER — @msuchangmin​

Magic is the best thing ever. There’s no doubt about it. But studying it? Kinda rough. He was usually able to execute spells pretty well after just watching it cast once, but having to learn them through books didn’t allow the boy much leeway. After reading a single word, Kevin usually found himself caught in a state of confusion.

All throughout his years at Hogwarts he was told, “You’d be a great wizard, Kevin. If you would only apply yourself”. Honestly, he had no idea what they meant at the time. But then it hit him: apply for college! He wound up doing so, following in his cousin’s footsteps once more, only to find that more books awaited him. 

And now here he was, asking one of his Geumseong underclassmen buddies for help. Changmin definitely looked the part, so Kevin figured he could trust the younger, right? Maybe if he offered to buy him some food or something, Kevin could eventually convince him to do the work in his stead.