#slychiara

her feet are killing her. unfortunately, that is not a very uncommon thought for the youngest myoui -- ballet may be beautiful, but it takes its toll, and that’s not always an unpleasant side of it -- but heels, especially this thin and tall, were gradually becoming more than she could take.

she doesn’t let that show though, taking some dancing, walking and socializing an unusual amount. there’s always her quiet smile there--that or the blank face she’s known for, although as the amount of alcohol consumes goes up, the last becomes almost unseen for tonight. the girl is a controlled one, after all: the clockwork princess, give up her title only for sore fingers and feet heels?

however, as the night goes by, she can’t help but to consider it. the red haired ends up announcing her momentarily leave to her partner, chewing on her bottom lip and avoiding anyone in her way the moment she turns around. the only thing she can see is one of the farther tables, and, when she takes her seat in one of them, the beautiful golden shoes come out right away and she sighs in relief.

quickly the ballerina hides her aching feet under the shimmering table cloth when someone approaches her, and, even though the face is a very familiar one, she decides to rest them there permanently--or at least for as long as she will be here. 

@slychiara

A gust of wind sweeps through the nooks and crannies of the giant castle, screeching past window panes and circling around stone pillars. It carries with it an icy sting, flakes of snow twining in and out of its current. His frame sways against the blistering wind as his nerves grow, a bundle of energy that seems to slowly expand in his chest threatening to choke him. Falling against the arching support of a frigid stone pillar, Jimin exhales and his breath grows into a large white cloud before slowly fading before his eyes. Waiting for over an hour, leaves his hands bitter with the chill, a slight stinging sensation as he plays with his wand, turning it over and over in his hands. 

This morning in a brief bout of courage, he had taken quill to page in a small brown journal he had safely tucked away in his trunk. The message had been short, sweet, and scrawled in his messy writing on the parchment. Meet me in the small courtyard? He had been sure in his plans, movements, confidence. But now he was faltering, slowly finding himself wondering if he should have went about this entire adventure differently. 

when it comes to parties, people always remember to talk about the gryffindors--and how wouldn’t them? loud and friendly, always with too many butterbeers than necessary, to have a good time with the lions is something guaranteed. brianna would vouch for that, sure, but it would be a lie she’d prefer to hang out in the gryffindor tower than the slytherin dungeons on a celebration day such as this.

tonight, the room could be even considered cozy: all the students seemed to be out in the common room, discussing passes and players and already planning the next game and greeting the players with heavy pride. well, she missed that surely, but something she didn’t miss so much from her quidditch team days? the overflowing booze. it’s almost a tradition to push a mug of firewhiskey into the next player’s hands and by the look of said next player’s face, one more housemate might induce a star player into a comma.

say that again with a please, and i’ll buy. or permanently borrow. just for you.

you still did great, ria!!!!!

( short starter for @slychiara ) 

[ slychiara ]

“should i just get a bunch of sweets from honeydukes? is that an okay christmas present?” 

yoojung isn’t a typically affectionate person, at least to the extent of buying friends presents. she likes to stay on the downlow, perhaps throw in some lighthearted insults to the especially precious ones. not once has she celebrated christmas. and finally, with her arm linked around chiara’s, she has decided that this year she absolutely has to.

growing up in korea with a very korean family meant that christmas was just ‘whatever’. even at mahoutokoro, being in japan it was more for couples to find an excuse and go on ‘cute christmassy’ dates. yoojung didn’t pay any mind to it until her first year at hogwarts. and boy was it the best culture shock the school ever gave her.

“oh, by the way-- are you going home for christmas? i’m staying this year.” the past few years yoojung has returned to busan and spent quality time with the family. additionally, the past few years yoona has found a way to make yoojung not want to go back ever again. things are going to be different this time. walking down hogsmeade with her most likely begrudging friend, she’s sure of it. 

@slychiara​

because chiara was good enough of a friend to help him out with their recent transfiguration lesson, jeonghan decided to make it up to her by bringing them tea. the weather was getting chilly, after all, with winter fast approaching, thus the perfect opportunity to welcome the cozy warmth into their system. additionally, this was also the best opportunity, and most reasonable excuse he could find, to put off the reason he called chiara out in the first place.

“alright,” he began with a small smile, trying not to be too obvious about his intention. “here’s your tea.” carefully, he placed the steaming cup on the wooden table in front of his friend. they were the only two people in the transfiguration wing, with the occasional passersby who needed to walk past the middle courtyard. jeonghan’s own cup of tea sat forgotten in front of him while he pretended to browse through one of the textbooks.