#msuchangminreplies

|| 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.

|| 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 ☆ @msuforsythia​ ☆ ||

“Hello! Welcome to Aurora’s Bookstore and Quills! Is there anything I can help you find?” 

The chime of the bell on the front door alerted Changmin to a customer entering the shop, even from the back he could see someone was inside and he quickly let the the stack of books in his hands put themselves away with a wave of his wand before rushing out to greet his customer. Despite starting school at Mokseong University and moving to the dorm there, he still took some weekends to return home and give his parents a break from the store, and he got all the books he needed for free so he did much of his studying whenever business is slow. This was the first customer they'd had all day, given that it was a Saturday and he assumed most people wouldn’t want to waste such a nice day running errands, and he had been using this down time to rearrange some sections, even though he was really just wasting time. So to say he was excited to have someone to finally talk to was a bit of an understatement.

He made his way to the front, coming up to stand behind the glass case that separated the two of them, glancing down at the small wand collection it housed. They were all imported so the selection was minimal due to the high demand and only mediocre supply, not many vendors wanted to send wands out to them because of the lack of customers for the area, so they worked with what they got. He returned his gaze to the beautiful stranger and offered her a bright smile.

“See anything that catches your eye? Or are you here for anything specific?”