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it was unusual to see the great hall so devoid of people, quieted chatter from those who remained scattered across the room. most had left to spend the break with their family, something jayden would have been more than happy to do. but no, his parents just had to spend christmas on a fucking couple’s cruise. they even refused to let him house sit, claiming they already a friend doing the job. their house was too much work for a boy like him, too important to leave in the hands of a irresponsible teenage boy (their words, not his) so he reluctantly remained at hogwarts. how exciting.

anyway, he had prepared a special gift for his ever so thoughtful parents - a nice thank you for screwing him over on christmas. the gift sat innocently on one of the tables in the great hall - placed between jayden and jisoo who sat opposite each other. inside the unwrapped box sat a pie so cleverly set to explode upon contact and a few bad chocolate frogs, just to add that extra wow! factor he needed for a real showstopper. just some wrapping paper and a nice little bow and it would be ready to be shipped out - he just needed to brag a bit. 

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4: Forehead Kiss

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certain days, he felt antsy. trapped inside the walls of the large castle of hogwarts. in respect, it was beautiful in the sense that it had history -- lots of stories to tell, including his in giving him solace from rough times. but he missed the ordinary things about his ordinary muggle life.

with a weird central focus on all things magic and the strict lack of access to things once in concerning abundance to him, he found himself homesick often. had trouble sharing those feelings with people he didn’t know, who didn’t understand. dreary feeling and all.

feeling most antsy, he decided he’d do something about it, but not without pleasant company, of course.

he jogged over to jisoo’s side at the great hall and squeezed himself between her group of her friends, lacking the shame most people had out of respect for courteous manners.

mikhail wasn’t a regular in the library. neither was he one of those studious slytherins nor was he a ravenclaw who came to the library willingly because they wanted to. but he’d been here long enough to recognise which faces wouldn’t normally be seen, if at all. the girl who was reaching for the book he wanted to get to finish his paper on charms was one of them.

“sorry,” he said, quickly approaching her, hair still mussed from the nap he’d taken earlier, which he now consciously tried to brush away from his forehead, all messy waves, “i don’t think i’ve seen you here before.”

no, that was definitely not the first thing he should have said. he smiled, but only succeeded in looking nervous, especially upon seeing the house colours on the girl’s uniform. he hoped that she didn’t think he was checking out her chest. he wasn’t that kind of heathen; slytherins just weren’t the friendliest bunch, but there was no harm in trying again, “are you really going to use that book, or...?”

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