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Leo was soaked to his skin and shivering in his robes by the time he reached the clock tower courtyard. His broom had been stashed away down at the quidditich pitch, the thought of bring it up with him more than he wanted to consider at the time. He could have used an impervius charm, he thought grimly as he dripped his way through the wide doors. Too late now. He’d had to practise just a little more. Without Minha watching. There were some tricks he had to have up his sleeve at the very least for the game tomorrow. She knew him well enough already to choreograph his moves.

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“Oh, shut up.”

Yoona was hissing, and with her back tensed and her teeth gritting against each other, she was most likely looking like a cat that was ready to fight. Said fight was already over, and the idol watched the fake and bitchy looking girl (a totally neutral description that was not at all influenced by their encounter) walk away with her coffee that she had ordered. Starbucks could be a battlefield sometimes.

The idol was still raging by the time her rival was long gone and she was still without any beverage to drink, right in the moment when her nerves needed coffee the most. And Alex had simply stood there all the time, watching her whilst sipping on his own drink. He was grinning, and Yoona was ready to kill him instead.

She breathed a small ‘thank you’ to the male, when he put his broom aside and came in her aid. The shopping bag was too heavy for someone like her, so frail looking to carry it. Even though she was almost hitting the elevator’s button, it was that almost that started to get to her. Her breath started to fail on her and Jiyeon started to wonder where her inhaler was.

However it was not needed. Once she let go of the bag and leaned against the wall to catch her breath, the need for her inhaler became smaller and smaller until there wasn’t there anymore.

Once she felt better, she walked towards him, hands already ready to get the bag back. “Thank you, once again. You can give it back to me. I know it’s heavy.”

Work work work. Not unusual and yet it always made him question what had driven him to grasp the job he was occupied with now. He had just finished cleaning up some old lady’s apartment, was now supposed to swipe the floor in the corridor for her. There wasn’t even music to keep him a little distracted - of course his phone had to die just when he got to work.

And then he got that little bit of distraction that he needed, a girl, fragile looking and apparently fragile physically as well. It seemed like the bags she was carrying were weighing down on her excessively, seemed like she would collapse any second. That’s when he had to drop everything else in order to offer a helping hand.

❝No way I’m giving these bags back now. You need a break, obviously. Let me carry it for you, it’s all good.❞ Not only would it give him a little bit of good karma - which he desperately needed by all the bad karma he had collected - but also would it help him get away from work for just another little while. ❝Just lead the way, miss.❞