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ravensohee

The quiet response to her loud one leaves her taken aback. The boy’s robes indicated he was a slytherin and any other one that she would have yelled at would have reponded with just as much an angry retort as she. “Thanks…” She drops her tone a few notches to match his and nods.

“You’re right.” She concedes, though her words are laced with confusion because she’s never met someone that didn’t respond to yelling with more yelling. A low threat would have been something she was expecting but not an apology right off. “I er- uh. Thank you for your apology.. But you don’t have to. I mean I really probably don’t even have to go.” She backpedals for fear of having seemed elitist with her lashing out. “Like you said, it can just be fixed with magic after all.”

Everything could be fixed with a little logic and a mild temper. That’s what Shamaal believed in. There was no use in getting mad at people just because they displayed such useless and wasteful, in terms of energy that was, of emotion. And his encounter with the gryffindor only proved his theory to be correct, yet again. He gave her an easy half-smile as he whispered a small “alright”. His words were thick with accent and his movement were smooth as he stepped away from her path. Running a hand through his dark hair, his eyes crinkled as he smiled at her. “See how this works?” He asked as he motioned towards the two of them with his fingers. “You don’t need to get your frustration get to every little thing – which, I presume, would be your habit, no? Most problems could be solved quite easily, really.” I do wonder at times why people here tended to make a big thing out of nothing, he kept the last part to himself as his mind wondered to the numerous times people of Hogwarts started a screaming fest just because of accidental shoulder bumps.

♢ 400 lux {{ shamaal + sohee }}

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slyangie

With an eyebrow raised in interest Angela removed herself from the open embrace of the pages she was reading. With the mention of an eagle possibly being her animagus form she couldn’t help but let the corners of her lips curl up, pleased at the thought.

“An eagle would be quite nice. Majestic and fierce. I am personally hoping my animagus form is some sort of creature from the avian family. Birds have such freedom we humans could never achieve or truly obtain.”

Nodding her head she looked unsurprised and nonchalant. Despite how emotional her nature is, she knew that her training to control and compartmentalize would help her in utilizing her animagus abilities to their fullest. Daydreaming she has already wondered what it would be like to just live a while as an animal.  

He hummed and nodded at her reply, eyes continued to draw an invisible line under every sentence as he swallowed the words as if it were the river and he, a man with unquenchable thirst. He never really thought about the matters of animagus and metamorphmagus quite seriously as he was not born with the talent nor was he interested in being one. However now that he started to delved into it, he started to give it a little bit more thought. “Perhaps I should try to learn it.” He mumbled the words, his sculpted lips barely moving as he did so and his eyes never straying from the concoction of letters dancing in the pages. And he stayed like that, drowned in his own concentration, tucked away in a private little world of his own until he decided to look up at the other. “What about you? I believe i’ve yet to inquire the reason of your fancy...in this subject.”

journey of a lifetime - AY & S

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i need to have more threads. so please like this for random starters. i havent checked inbox yet btw so sorry

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ravensohee

It’s not that she wasn’t paying attention- though that was often the case. She’s searching for a particular classroom and just when she thinks that she’s got the right one, the door opens for her- perhaps magically, only to continue opening as she glances back down at her parchment and smack her in the face as she looks up. Sohee isn’t usually very loud, but the surprise of impact and the resounding pain in her nose cause the shriek to escape.

“Why in the-” With a hand gingerly pressed against her nose she peers at the person that had opened it. “Ilithios!” The hurt she felt from the door translated to anger well, greeks were partially known for their tempers after all. “You could have broken my nose you git! Watch where you’re going!”

His eyebrows shot up at the strings or words – loud words, if he might add – that had just left the girl’s lips. Though other than that, his expression didn’t change the slightest. “Very sorry.” He muttered, his words quiet and soft compared to her rage coated ones. He was in the wrong after all. He had to admit, the poems caught and held onto his attention tighter than he would have thought. “Could have fixed that with magic though, we’re wizards, aren’t we?” For though he was sorry for what he did, he didn’t understand the need to flare up like she was doing. Injuries such as broken bones or noses always had a quick fix in the wizarding world. It’s not much worse than a paper cut, at least to him. “That being said, I am in the wrong here and I apologize for your nose. Shall I see you to the hospital wing?”

♢ 400 lux {{ shamaal + sohee }}

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huffmoonchul

Their relaxation at the beach suited Andrew well. With a pair of sunglasses on his head and hands around a glass of ice tea, he’d just headed out to sit along the coast when his eye caught a peculiar sight - a Hogwarts student, and he knew because he’d seen Shamaal during feasts, holding a white and silver muggle device.

“Oh, no,” he responded, shaking his head before taking a seat beside him, “It’s just that I haven’t seen another student with an iPhone. That’s the new model, right?” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his own device - a white iPhone 6 in a clear case. It didn’t work very well in the castle, but his parents preferred to send him messages. They had never quite worked out how to tie messages to owls without being pecked to death.

"Hm.” He voiced out as he inspected the device laying on top of the table again. His eyes then trailed towards the exact copy resting within the other boy’s hand. “And who might you be?” Without the uniform, he couldn’t even knew which house he was in. But he seemed to have recognized Shamaal and he wasn’t sure what to make of it. “Well–” he sighed quietly as he leaned back on his chair, taking his drink with him yet leaving the object of their discussion on the table. “Truthfully, I am not very familiar as to how this device actually works. My friend sent it to me as a gift.” He added the last sentence after a few moments. The other boy might think it weird for him to have come across one without knowing how to use it properly, the explanation was needed.

♢blue lagoon

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♢blue lagoon

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He toyed with his straw, the blue color of his drink matching the color of the ocean stretching in front of him. His eyes were trained at the muggle device he had received from a friend back from Koldovstoretz as an early graduation present. They had been tight and they still sent each other letters from time to time. However he had been told that the process would be so much easier were he to use this...iphone?

He wrapped his shapely lips around the clear glass in front of him and took a sip of his drink before he put it back down. His movement were precise with learned elegance.That’s when he noticed someone looking over to his direction. Someone he didn’t quite know. He raised an eyebrow, mumbling a greeting. putting the muggle device down, he asked the other, “Is there anything I can help you with?”

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♢ summertime {{ shamaal + open}}

He was sitting on a cliff overseeing the beach where several of the students were engaged in a volleyball match. He had participated a few days before, a private match between him and some other Slytherin boys he often hung around with but this day he felt no such desire. This day, he preferred to sit by under the shade of the palm tree in solitary, with a book of poetry by Nabokov that he had stumbled upon on his trip to the local bookstore and a glass of spiked punch. He had liked Nabokov’s works as a child, disregarding the fact that his were the only pieces of reading materials he could find in his mother’s lonesome house. And seeing the blue and white book again on the bookstore had compelled him to buy it and revisit memories, as unpleasant as he found it. So there he was, absorbed in words and rhythms as the sun embraced his pale skin.

#alo:summercamp #alo:open #;p #p;summertime

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slyangie

Angela’s eagle-like eyes didn’t dismiss how light-hearted his answer seemed. Nodding she deduced that he only tagged along for intellectual reasons. Which is exactly what she wants. She’s willing to share knowledge, but her intentions would stay classified.

“Hm I don’t know. I don’t know if a creature that could embody moral complexities exists. But most likely I just don’t know. I do sometimes think a raven or a crow might suit me. I remember the Sorting Hat telling me I would be more content in Ravenclaw but my ambition was too obnoxious to try and ignore.”

Flipping through the pages as she quickly read and soaked up the information she let out a content sigh. She liked to read until she memorized how certain words were put in order. There’s something about knowing something well enough to memorize it that gave Angela much mental satisfaction.

He watched Angela, sitting in front of him as she buries her nose behind he books, from behind the pages of his own. Half his face hidden by the old book, obscuring the smirk on his face, before he finally trailed his eyes back to the lines of words sitting on the age old pages. “Ravenclaw? Hm, perhaps an eagle then?” A lopsided smile graced his face as he added, “Though aves type metamorphmagus would come in handy. Everyone expects to see a bird of some type here in the wizarding world anyway.” And it was true, everywhere he turned, birds seemed to fill the perimeter of his sight. Mostly owls or crows or some of the smaller birds. They say in silence for a while, the only noise filing the room was the rustling of the pages. He broke the comfortable silence with a small ah!. “Well, look here, apparently their abilities are greatly affected by their emotional state. That’s interesting.”

journey of a lifetime - AY & S

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prof-fox

Without turning his head, Rei’s hand reached out and felt its way back to the flask. He leaned onto his elbow and unscrewed the cap with one hand and with the same hand, took another sip. Rei returned to his sprawl and licked his lips to savor the liquor. Almost forgetting Shamaal asked him a question, Rei shrugged, not caring that the boy probably couldn’t see it.

“I used to live like a muggle, used to work at clubs. I still maintain those friendships and receive ‘gifts’ from them.” Rei grinned at that. He wasn’t all that good at making drinks, but he was definitely good looking. He got hired just to stand outside the club and look unapproachable and desirable, paid well too.

"Huh.” he gave a noncommittal reply at the professor’s answer as he leaned back on the grass and stared up into the endless blue sky above him. He could somehow picture the older man blending in with the muggle community. He had always been an eccentric one and though he rarely heard of witches and wizards living with muggles, he would most certainly fell into the few percents of the population who did. Shamaal himself never lived amongst one though he did travel to their world from time to time. Visiting classmates and what-not. Those of muggle born descends always managed to have a story or two to amuse him with and he stayed with them for some time to trade stories. Meaningless ones but it’s still a good way to spend time. 

☼ Hazy Days

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yukiclaw

( `/ nods understandingly, not seemingly fazed by the other’s answer ) everyone has a different view of the world, i suppose. i’m sure there are other sceptics out there who would agree with your sceptical sentiment. ( ` / flashes a brief smile ) aren’t we breathing in air right now? ( ` / asks as he blinks at the male, rising to follow the fellow student ) though it is summer and one mustn’t waste the days away when such wonderful weather has descended onto hogwarts itself. ( `/ wrinkles his nose as he glanced outside one of the windows while they walked )

[ ` now he gets his attention. ] [ ` a lazy smirk takes up his expression as he looks up to meet the other’s eyes ] and are you one of those skeptics? [ ` he follows the other’s eyes to look at the sky stretching above them ] hm. certainly. i didn’t often enjoy weather such as this. and by what name should i call you by, hm?

✖ crest of honour = sm/yk

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slymyungsoo

Shamaal was such a party pooper. He didn’t like that. Always reading and basically not being fun one bit. Myungsoo didn’t like boring people and as he finished breaking the lock, he slid insdie and went to grab a book on dark rituals and dark spells. Oh, how fascinated he was by the whole idea of this. He left the restricted section and set the book down on the ground close by, as he locked the restricted section again. He turned to glance at Shamaal again.

“I needed a book on dark magic and rituals. Particularly those involving dead people,” he said, sarcasm flowing through his words. He glance at the book that the other reading, and blinked. “Is that a good book, Shamaal the boring?” he asked.

“Probably not to you since I doubt you’d even understand the content.” He answered easily, not bothered by the sarcasm nor the insult the other had thrown at him. And it was true. Myungsoo probably wouldn’t understand the language much less the content of the book within his hands. It wasn’t in English. A smirk made its way onto his face as he chuckled, “Bringing back the dead? Well good luck with that.” His old runes master back in his motherland always told him that though magic came as first nature to their kin, it still always comes with a price. And that nature must always be restored. He wouldn’t know what his Slytherin fellow was trying to do but he really couldn’t care less.

♢ hello goodbye {{ shamaal + myungsoo}}

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;;flops over Shamaal;; "Save me, Shamaal."

[ ` he reaches around to pat the professor’s head despite how impolite it might have seemed to others ] Hm? What’s wrong, prof? [ ` he asks casually, voice muffled by the cigarette between his lips ]

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Popping a gum into his mouth just as class was about to end, he started to pack his things and shared a joke with his friend. A secret laughter, a total dismissal towards the professor who’s clearly fed up with them – because hey, what could he do? Both Shamaal and his friend still managed to get good grades in class.  As soon as the bell rang, Shamaal was off on his feet. Making his way out of the classroom and towards the Slytherin common room. He guessed he should have dropped by the library to get some quiet time and actually did his homework, which he incidentally had a huge interest in. But the lack of sleep from the night before had weighed in on his lids and they were threatening to close at any give minute. Though he supposed no one could even tell the difference. A bubble formed from his lips. The color tinted with pink and he stared into it before he popped it. Pop. And it vanished, so very quickly, just like everything else in this world. Just as he was about to blow another life for him to kill only moments later, he found himself pushed against a wall by something his eyes couldn’t quite catch. Ah, right, below. He mused silently before letting his eyes trailed downwards to find himself staring into an angry pair of eyes. A very familiar pair of eyes. “Hello.” He greeted, his lips curled into a smile. “How can I help you, Little Hanyu?”

♢ red {{ shamaal + yuzuru }}

Yuzuru believed himself to be entirely innocent, but he wasn’t dumb. He could understand when things were happening and he could often attempt to ignore them. Not however, when his life was being threatened. His parents had been married happily for years, and then something changed in their relationship. He could see it in the way they talked to each other. 

Somehow, everything had become more….about him. It was always them but lately it had become him. He wasn’t stupid. He may have not known what was happening in full but Yuzuru wasn’t as stupid as he looked. There was a reason why he had gone to the Mahoutokoro Magic School and it wasn’t because he was pretty. No, he was always smart. People were just jealous that he could look so young and be so smart. 

However, he wasn’t stupid. He had seen his mother cheat. The tales she weaved for the child in him were all that. Just tales. He knew that there was someone from his school sleeping with his mother, ruining everything and Yuzuru would find out who it was. 

As he walked past the transfiguration classroom though, he saw. Their eyes met and he knew that was the guy that was ruining his picture perfect storybook life. “Baka kuso atama…..” he muttered under his breath. He went to his own class and after his class was over, he decided to confront the Slytherin in the Great Hall. He was mad. 

Red would be such a pretty color to stain that green/silver tie with. Red with pain. He was red with anger, but it was hidden under a mask of calm perfection. 

#;p #p;red #huf:yuzuru

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“A borsoi?” He laughed lightly at the question though his eyes, he kept at the lines of words that had entranced and captured his attention, holding it captive like a prisoner of love. Though he didn’t think it likely, he wouldn’t be surprised if he’d really taken up the form of a borsoi had he been an animagi. After all, that was his patronus. A pure white borsoi standing big and tall. Even though the subject of animagus was something that’s rarely brought up within the school walls, he never really thought much about why the girl wanted to know about it. He played it off as pure academical curiosity and didn’t pay much attention to it. And if it weren’t, it really wouldn’t be any of his business. “What about you?” He asked after some time passed.

journey of a lifetime - AY & S

Angela nodded to his answer. Just because he’s going through the books she procured now doesn’t mean she won’t stop from keeping any other articles or information about Animagis to him. She doesn’t want too many people knowing how her progress on becoming an Animagis is going, let alone that she plans on becoming one. The less people know, the more she is likely to survive graduating from Hogwarts. 

Taking out her notebook she wrote down notes on specific steps taken to become one. On another page she started writing down the list of ingredients needed for the process. Some are easily attainable, others not so much. Either way Angela is exhilarated at the curious question of what animal her Animagus form would be. 

“Have you ever wondered what your Animagus form would be if you ever became one?” 

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