#msuclaude

✘ CLOSED STARTER — @msuclaude

Malia wished she could say that this was the first time she’d aimlessly sat around in the Toseong common room, but it wasn’t. As of late, she seemed to have developed a habit of clearing just enough time before quidditch practice to wait for a senior and fellow quidditch teammate. The girl hummed with glee as she waited patiently, melon bread in hand— it was his favorite after all. 

In due time, Malia caught sight of a familiar figure, causing her to jump up on her feet. With a bright smile, she readied herself to greet him just as he walked by. 

apple bobbing with @msuclaude​

the exploring of the event was going well for daisy. she was able to gather a bag of candies and other sugary treats and say hello to a few friends here and there but the young woman herself found herself going out of her way to avoid the more intense ( loud ) attractions, like the maze or the hall of mirrors for the most part. but she heard some rumors that the apple bobbing stand would be quite interesting, that they were charmed to show a person’s soulmate when a peel was thrown into the water.

she didn’t care for finding her soulmate, no, she was making her way to see if she could figure out what charm was being used. oh how exciting. the young woman had made her way to the attraction when she saw a tall figure in a top hat, her eyes squinting, he looked familiar oh, it was a tuxedo mask! she wondered if a sailor moon was nearby, that would be a cute picture!

“excuse m-” daisy called out but was cut short when she realized who it was, “oh claude sunbae! do you have a sailor moon nearby! i really want to take a picture with one!”

a note for @msuclaude

he was procrastinating a little, just a little. the couch was just very comfy 

plus he was tilting his head this way and that trying to figure out just who claude was dressed up as. his own costume was still sitting on his bed in the other room, yet to be even touched since this morning. but that wasn’t important right now. 

he knows he’s seen this get up somewhere, not recently, but it was familiar. 

of course, he couldn’t ask claude. that would just be breaking their unsaid roommate agreement. they didn’t speak to each other, had their own understandable differences that cause that result. and it did make things a little difficult at times, like right now, but he wasn’t going to be that one to cave. 

no, so instead he sighs, forces himself off the couch and snatches the sticky notes off the coffee table. 

yes, they communicated excusivly through sticky notes. ‘we’re out of milk’ and ‘please lock the door when you leave’ are among the most common-- which means they can get along... if sharing milk is anything to go by, they just chose not to. 

✘ CLOSED STARTER — @msuclaude​

Malia was a fan of horror films, but that didn’t mean that they didn’t scare her. They actually frightened her— sometimes to the point of keeping her awake all night. But hearing that they’d be playing no-maj movies, the girl couldn’t help but hope she’d be able to catch one of her favorites at some point in the night. Claude agreeing to accompany her for one was just the icing on the cake. 

Just before their meeting time, the girl ran back up to her dorm to pack a small bag of movie snacks (including his favorite, melon bread). For extra measures, Malia quickly scrambled to grab a blanket for them to sit on together in case the other was too busy to bring one of his own. As she ran down to their agreed meeting place, the girl had to wear her bamboo mouthpiece to hide the wide smile on her lips. Thankfully, the sun had already gone down, allowing Malia to hide the pink blush of her cheeks.

She’d found him in no time (not very difficult when he looked so dashing as Tuxedo Mask) and hurried her steps to join him at his side. Slipping her basket of snacks onto her arm, Malia waved excitedly before removing her mouthpiece once more.

she should have known that hayden was planning something from the start when he’d given her those smug little looks. but then, hayden was always giving her strange looks, so esther hadn’t thought too hard about it. her friend is always doing strange things, and if esther questioned everything hayden did, she’d be ruminating until she died. 

but maybe she should have seen something coming, when hayden dragged her outside, despite her half-hearted protests. she’d followed him anyways, because esther has always had a hard time saying no to hayden when it’s not something dangerous, which it rarely is. all that means is that the younger often gets his way, unless he’s making bad decisions. 

somehow, the last thing she expects is to be shoved forward through the eerily lit path and into the arms of someone who smells all too familiar. she looks up at the face, almost scared to have it confirmed, and her cheeks flush when she meets the eyes of ( @msuclaude ). “claude,” she manages before she breaks eye contact. “hay—” she starts, turning to stare at hayden accusingly — only — he’s already gone. 

event starter: mokseong mausoleum

bobbing for apples sounds very messy and wet, and yet junseong is completely and entirely invested in getting one of those apples with his teeth. now, the rumour is that if you unpeel the apple and toss the peel back in, the peel will form the shape of your soulmate’s first name. junseong isn’t really sure how much he believes that, seeing as how he doesn’t even like anyone, but he knows that @msuclaude will probably both be simultaneously eager and terrified to do it. 

it doesn’t take a genius to see that the older male definitely has someone on his mind. actually, junseong is rather more surprised by the fact that they’re not actually dating, or that claude is under the impression they aren’t. he doesn’t know her all that well, but from what junseong can tell, she’s definitely reciprocating the feelings his friend and teammate is harbouring. 

that being said, he’s prepared to manipulate the results for claude, if necessary. can’t get in the way of true love, right?

  halloween event, costume party                       with @msuclaude.

       not another sailor moon coming up to him and asking about tuxedo mask's whereabouts, please. 

as this appears to be one of the many perks of being a volleyball king's best friend, atlas has soon grown accustomed to being bothered by claude ahn's terrifying army of remarkably loyal fangirls ( and boys, unsurprisingly ) from time to time. it happens in the hallway when some random hwaseong girl runs after him, yelling “ATLAS!” in an unnecessarily ear-shattering screech. it happens when he's rearranging books in the library, the only place in the entire castle that begs for absolute silence but unfortunately, some idiot that's whipped for a man called claude ahn just refuses to get that. once again, atlas' name is mentioned; all these people chasing after the poor guy just to ask for claude's contacts.

black’s the most favored costume color choice of the night — enigmatic, sophistication, darkness, sorrowful, death and it fits every halloween character from salem witches to count dracula. ironically, too much black makes these students invisible in atlas' eyes as to the guy who chose to dress up as gotham’s emo superhero, they are nothing but merely blurred, pitch black silhouettes blending into the shadows. 

claude still stands out though, frankly, even when he has the blackest cape attached onto the blackest tailcoat, with the blackest, most hideous-looking top hat sitting nicely on his head. the white mask that barely covers half of his face might have made it easier for claude to be spotted, but that isn't the reason why atlas was able to recognize him from afar. perhaps when someone means the world to you, all you see in a sea filled with millions of different faces is still your world. it's basic physics, as atlas likes to assume for fun. 

There were many different ways to stay underwater for longer than a human body was usually equipped to. Some ways worked better, others much less good, but the shark head was always a good way to shock anyone who was off-guard. It wasn't her favourite, but it wasn't a bad option either.

“I won't lose this time, I've got a couple more spells and herbs up my sleeve!” she announced, determined not to lose like the last time. She wasn't actually a 100% convinced that she would win, but she definitely would give her very best. Usually, she didn't have as much of a competitive streak, but it almost felt like banter typical for siblings. She didn't actually have any siblings related by blood, but that only made this all the nicer.

The more she thought about it, the more it made sense that he would win again, he was a couple years older after all, but she was a very good herbology student and wasn't going to give up without trying.

“So, what's your sleeve got hidden for the next round?” she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.