#pufflehyuk

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what came from the other end of the phone was a flurry of hurried korean, broken by english so that he could understand, and mikhail, in all his spoiled nature, only rolled his eyes at his mother’s concern. so he said yes, no, yes i’m alright -- how long will it be until you finish?; draped on one of the couches in the hufflepuff common room, fingers grazing against the book he had open on the floor. he wouldn’t have moved an inch hadn’t it been for minhyuk, who he flashed a quick smile to, and in a burst of genius ( at least, he thought so ), said goodbye to his mother, and motioned for the other boy to come over with his free hand.

“hey,” he said, by way of greeting, holding out the phone he just used, “you know what phones are, right? how would you like a new one?”

the phone, now, dangled between his index and his thumb. mikhail thought it an act of charity. otherwise, he would’ve just thrown it away, and purchased another. “i mean, you don’t have to. i just want to change my number.”

                                                          ( TEXT MEME                                                      currently accepting )

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

( sms → chouchou😍😍💖 ) he y you did fucking great at practice today — as expected you and i are the best combo 💕

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

( sms → chouchou😍😍💖 ) do you ever look at yourself and think ‘aw cute’ but then walk two feet into a different lighting and think ‘omg nvm’? ( sms → chouchou😍😍💖 )  i don’t, but apparently its a thing

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

( *MAY OR MAY NOT BE DRUNK ALRD )

“HUFFLEPUFFS!” she starts, obnoxiously loud. “WE WERE BRILLIANT, DON’T FORGET IT—WE DIDN’T WIN LAST YEAR’S CUP EASY AND WE SHOULDN’T HAVE EXPECT TO WIN THIS YEAR’S EASY EITHER!” her jaw clenches, adrenaline surging through each and every vein, head spinning slight. the weather was cruel, leaving them soaked to the bone and jinri is sure there are tears in almost all of her teammates eyes.

and defeat is bitter bitter bitter after the hours of practice put together.

“WE WILL WIN THE NEXT ONE.” she shouts, affirmation for herself and them. “TAKE THIS WEEKEND TO GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER—PRACTICE STARTS THIS COMING MONDAY AT NOON.”

she wipes her cheek hastily, gathering what’s left of lionhearted in her and ignores her quivering lip.

@pufflehyuk

It’s early, the school shrouded in a chill haze of frost still untouched by the sun hidden behind the nearby hills and trees. Nik shivers down in a loose long sleeve shirt and a pair of comfortable pants. Normally on a morning like this he would still be wrapped in his covers, twisting and turning and lost to the torrents of sleep. But when Minhyuk had mentioned practicing for the upcoming matches, Nik easily decides to sacrifice sleep for any extra hours he can get.

Nik knows that no one would ever look at him and assume that he loves Quidditch. In fact, he knows that he spends that majority of his free time with his nose buried in books but there’s just something about the rush of flying and lost mid game that he can’t find in pages and ink.

@pufflehyuk

“i swear they were here,” seungjun repeated for the third time, looking at the empty crook in which he swore that he had tucked in a stash of chocolate frogs, peppermint toads, fizzing whizzbees and skeletal sweets for later. that being now, when he had secured his arm with minhyuk’s and dragged him away from whatever he was doing with an utter of, ‘i have a surprise’. it’s not as if there was a lacking in chance to obtain such treats, but due to seungjun’s attempts to avoid eating all of them in one go and having to go to hogsmeade every week, he hid stashes. one that was missing.

his nose crinkled with annoyance at the thought that someone had found and stolen his precious collection. the flick of his wonder and an utter of a spell to disguise the hiding place once more as a mere grey stone in the wall. the seventh year ravenclaw turned back to his friend, the one he’d had before hogwarts and arrived in the train with while eating his weight in chocolate frogs. it was their special friendship treat; it was what cemented their bond in time and space. how could someone have stolen and eaten their friendship?

“you’d think it’d be lonely or dull,” irene comments quietly, casually, to her friend. before them stood the unexpectedly colourful buildings of wizarding reykjavik, and its bustling, but not congested, streets. if irene focused hard enough, she’d be able to hear their families’ chattering from ways behind buried beneath the melodic scandinavian conversations surrounding them. “but it’s vibrant. lively. unlike london.”

the english capital had a long history of dread and drear, and so it always felt as though parts of it were dead. cold and gloomy, like its people–although that was more so directed to her own family rather than the general populous. she’s still thankful in more ways than one, however. talks with her family leave a bitter taste in her mouth, but the opportunity to travel was not one that many had available to them, and her brother and her friend were so sweet they made her teeth ache. 

it was hard to be angry all the time with blessings like those.

he couldn’t hear any of the nature now, unfortunately, too cold to stay outside for extended periods. he instead took solace in the library, surrounded by books and the warmth coming from the candles and the small spaces. his posture was straight, book lying against the table as his hands rested atop one another on the table. so far, things have been as peacefully as they could be, being able to engross in the text.