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      IT WAS UNCOMMON to find ambrose with anything less than a cool composure.  yet somehow yuko always found a way to make him crack, to get under his skin - for better or for worse. he had his pick for dining partners though most nights he found himself beside her. he enjoyed her company, enough to even consider her a friend. shockingly. though he had no objections to something more.  

      her comment caused for pause as he gently set his cup on the table. ‘ well, don’t let my punishment stop you. you could go out if you wish. ’ he became tense for a moment, an almost undetectable blip in his aura. though he transitioned to a comfortable smirk with ease, plucking the bread from her hand and taking a generous bite. ‘ you’d just miss me too much. wouldn’t you, love? ’

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with both of her elbows on the table and her face resting in her hands, she stares down at the plate full of food in front of her. yuko loved food, that was a widely known fact. but the plate in front of her did not look as appetizing to her as it normally did. she highly appreciated all of the hard work the house elves put into making their meals, but she wanted something…different. she could have as she wished, if she really wanted to. all she had to do was sneak away to hogsmeade and feast on whatever meal she desired. the slytherin next to her, however, couldn’t say the same.

she picked up a piece of bread and held it at her eye level. maybe if she topped it with butter or jam it would taste better to her today. “not to complain about the excellent food here thanks to the generous house elves, but—” her head turned to the side and her eyes landed on ambrose. “we could have something different for once if someone was allowed to leave the castle.” 

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ccherrycolas‌:

      suri was more or less familiar with ambrose. she wasn’t close with the boy in question, nor were they friends or even really knew each other — but she was well aquatinted with alphonse, who once he saw her had his arm around her shoulder immediately. teasing or not, once you get called girlfriend long enough you get friendly with someone.

      the same couldn’t be said about ambrose. however, she did know who he was. sometimes she mistook him for his twin ( not that she’d ever let alfie know that ), but one moment with him and it was clear from his lack of effort trying to make her blush that it was ambrose she was speaking to. this time it wasn’t so clear that it wasn’t alfie helping her right away.

      stood still, she spoke softly, having yet to even see the owner of the voice though she knew it was one of the twins. “ oh, thank you… i don’t wanna freak them out. ” she was careful not to move as she spoke again, “ could you help them out, alfie ? ” an assumption she made that in a few moments would prove to be a mistake, but as she waited for ambrose’s help she was none the wiser. 

      ALFIE. ambrose’s grin only grew, to levels almost... predatory. it was always a delight to be mistaken for his twin, a frequent occurrence considering the two were identical and made no effort to differentiate themselves from one another. he could almost laugh, oh how these sweet mousey girls always fell prey to their antics so easily. too quiet to speak up for themselves, or maybe too scared. no, he didn’t care for that word, too intimidated. 

      ‘ don’t worry, darling. ’ he spoke calmly, without falter, a hand placed on her arm to give a reassuring squeeze. ‘ let’s hope they aren’t poisonous spiders, shall we? ’ though ambrose had no reason to believe himself a target, and the girl? he didn’t care much one way or the other. he considered how long to draw on this predicament. he wondered just how much he could make her squirm.

      ‘ are you afraid, suri? ’ his voice lowered as he leaned forward, eye level with the other. now both hands had found their way down her arms, entrapping her hands in a firm interlocking. ‘ if i get these spiders off, what will you give me in return? ’

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moonahn‌:

the twist of the events is so sudden, he barely has the time to register it. one minute, moon is defining the purpose of snapchat to a curious pureblood, and the other, they’re suddenly fleeing the scene, leaving him in the middle of a detailed, almost scripted explanation. he doesn’t take offense to it, although it is quite saddening that they weren’t able to handle his monologue, and ventures his way out of the shadows into the center of the chambers, curiously observing his surroundings. the atmosphere hangs heavy atop their heads, looming over them like a dome, and even his hazy mind can now interpret it as something frightful. moonsik, however, doesn’t get the chance to mull over the suddenly dawned realization as he feels a hand on his back, followed by a voice that is not all that foreign to his ears and bones. there’s a shift in his expression as their eyes lock and moonsik is not shy to exhibit a rather vexed grimace.

“ it’s you. ” it’s an obvious statement that harbors a hint of grudge and disappointment, completely neglecting to acknowledge the other’s supposed concern. it’s not clear whether his brain decided to just not realize the fact that there are spiders on his shoulders or he’s simply unwilling to fret over such things; either way, there’s something bigger to worry about. moonsik diverts his eyes, fingers fumbling with the material of his velvet robe to shake it slightly, shivering when a cold breeze collides with his skin. “ i’d rather not, thanks. i can take care of myself. ” 

      A HAPPY MISTAKE. moon. he’d fought against his better judgement approaching the other. though perhaps it was that splash of alcohol had given him the gaul to feel so familiar again. familiar enough to lightly run a finger across the front of the other’s robe and forget about those pesky creepy crawlies descending upon the party. ambrose wasn’t entirely certain what the other was meant to be, he supposed it was a muggle reference of some sort. nevertheless, moon looked... charming. it stirred a feeling in the pit of his stomach that he wasn’t prepared to confront.  

      he knew moon would swat his hand away or scold him yet he couldn’t stop himself. his fingers feathered across the others shoulders, swatting away a straggling spider. at least, that was his justification for the physical contact. the slytherin pouted, drawing his hand back into his coat pocket. ‘ don’t sound so disappointed. ’ some part of him relished in the way moon seemed to hate him. it only solidified how much the other had loved him. both feelings were one in the same in ambrose’s world. 

      ‘ oh? i’m not so sure you would have even noticed had i not valiantly come to the rescue. you’re welcome, by the way. ’ the smile ghosting his lips was nothing short of amused, though at the back of his mind he couldn’t help but remember that list that had been floating around. as the pieces began to fall together the slightest feelings of concern infected his thoughts. ‘ i think you should call it a night. ’

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confectiionery‌:

     SCANDALOUS. SHE SIMPLY DID not understand the appeal. that is, these slytherin twins. the two devils that haunt their family, looming over her sisters (and her friends too!!) like something parasitic. entirely un-cute. not the slightest bit cute. yet her sisters seem troubled regardless, whether or not that is something related (it’s difficult for sunday to fully gauge with her veins this heavily laded with alcohol) her shoulders stiffen at the weight of something else, head turning to her left in confusion before jerking at the grating voice to her right.

     speak of the devil.

     “DON’T call me kitten—” her expression twists, hands sliding over her body when she notices his gaze. suddenly, sunday regrets drinking so much. regrets not listening to elijah (for once) and keeping the ice bear suit close at hand. suddenly, in front of this particular boy (amgross or alfalfa or whoever it is)—she is entirely too exposed.

     “i’m NOT a go go dancer, ew!! i’m doja cat!! don’t you know anything??” 

      HE LOVED HER reactions, always so worked up so easily. he barely had to even try. it wasn’t that he always wanted a rise out of her. that would be cruel. most instances, it just came naturally. he had an exceptionally strong presence. or was it his repertoire? either way his effect was undeniable and oh, how he relished in it. 

      ‘ my apologies, sunshine. which of our loving pet names would you prefer for the evening? ’ his smug grin showed no signs of faltering. the cha sisters were so fun to play with, though ambrose had taken a particular interest with sunday in particular. mostly due to her repeated, vigilant attempts at getting him to leave her siblings alone. of course she’d always been addressing the wrong twin. not that he’d ever correct her. 

      ‘ doja... ’ head tilt, ‘ cat? ’ he gave her another once over, still taking his time to appraise every inch. ‘ you don’t look very much like a cat to me. do you people muggles have problems differentiating between cats and cows? ’

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      IT WAS DIFFICULT to miss the shift of energy in the room. the party was reaching it’s inevitable climax, as all parties do, with the alcohol supply dwindling and the participants fading out of coherency. yet, to the slytherin’s delight, something felt amiss. so his cards had advised him wisely - something awful was about to happen. at least ambrose hoped some misfortune would fall upon the event, or else the night would have been more or less a waste (boring). 

      he’d perked up, departing from his quiet spot of observation against the wall. a smile ghosted his lips as he appraised his surroundings. something would happen, but what. an overheard rumor teased his thoughts, a memory he couldn't quite grasp. his thoughtful pacing came to a halt as he locked sight on an irresistible opportunity. 

      ‘ pardon me. ’ a hand is placed on the other’s lower back as he slithered his way before them. ‘ i believe there are... a few eight-legged friends on your shoulder that i presume are not part of your costume. ’ the glee in his tone was impossible to suppress, though he veiled it with his most charming attempt of concern. ‘ don’t look now... you might scare it! just keep your eyes on me. and don’t. move. a. muscle. ’ 

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SECOND HALF OF PARTY PLOTSSS

KYU 

level of gone: 11 out of 10. disoriented af, ‘am i seeing things????’, delayed sense of urgency 

target: yes! and once he notices he will start to panic, probably topple over, and proceed to start panicking more. please help him.

escape plan: attempt to roll to safety, his friends probably forgot about him so unless someone happens upon the defenseless bear, he’s making do with his current mobility 

etc - going from 100 to 0 real quick… ‘don’t let me die here!!’, running and tripping a lot calling to not get left behind, someone please help him up and tell him his friends are okay, will most likely end up petrified bc all his friends assume he’s with a different friend… please be the friend that ends up actually getting him out of there

HOLIDAY

level of gone: nearly blacked after many drinking games, can hardly stand, will not remember this tomorrow 

target: yes! but she probably doesn’t realize whats happening

escape plan: probably being carried away by her regrettable hook-up of the night… 

etc - in a state of shock @ herself and not because of the snakes, very confused will keep trying to stop people and ask what’s happening, someone please get angry with her and tell her she needs to run 

AMBROSE

level of gone: tipsy enough to find it all very amusing, sober enough to think rationally 

target: nope! gratefully pureblood 

escape plan: calmly walking out, that is if he doesn’t get swallowed up by the masses of drunken students running 

etc - ‘why’s everyone running, they’re sort of cute?’, definitely isn’t helping anyone get out will probably smugly wish the mudbloods good luck if he see’s any of them struggling and continue on his way (unless ofc he as an interest in you) 

also if anyone wants to add me on discord bc i reply much faster there, and will be probs bored at work later… add me!  ( uwu legend#4835 )

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      THERE WAS NO better play field for ambrose’s particular set of skills than a party. the taste of desperation in the air, the yearning, the disposal of filters and rational thought. it was beautiful. so much so that he could very much enjoy himself by simply observing. but where’s the fun in that? 

      he began his prowl, paying a glance to whoever happened to look his way. ames knew he looked good. the costume was more an excuse to wear a nicely tailored suit, if anything. it’d been alfie’s idea actually, alfie always had the best ideas. the cane, for one, was a marvelous accessory - perfect for a playful poke or prod to get someone’s attention. certainly it could prove to be even more fun later in the evening. 

      at last his eyes settled on a person of interest. she always stood out, that one. the carrot top. he snuck behind her, utilizing his cane to tap her left shoulder whilst careening around her right. ‘ hello, kitten. enjoying yourself? ’ he makes no effort to disguise the way his gaze travels up and down her person. ‘ and you are, let me guess... a dairy go go dancer? ’ @confectiionery

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hey its ya girl, coming at ya with ANOTHER muse OTL..... hennyways please plot with my dumbass son also add me on discord (uwu legend#4835) if ya can bc IMs are starting to consume confuse me 

☆ﾟ*・ﾟHEY! did CHITTAPHON LEECHAIYAPORNKUL (TEN) just fall off HIS broomstick?! oh wait, never mind. it’s just AMBROSE MONTRI… to think i nearly broke a sweat over a 21 year old NINTH year SLYTHERIN. i hear the CISMALE is quite SAGACIOUS and PUCKISH, but also SELF-INDULGENT and SARCASTIC. well, i hope their broom doesn’t throw them off the second time. ( ria again…, pst, she/her, 19 )

a twin! ambrose is the younger twin, treating alfie like a big brother. they have a playful dynamic, obviously ride or dies - but disagree on a lot things and will go a few days not on speaking terms. 

a pureblood prince and a little arrogant about it, not that he has any ill feelings for muggleborns or halfbloods... he just finds them cute. 

eccentric mother and upbringing, with the personality to prove it. his father mysteriously walked out on them when he was 16, ambrose and alfie only discovered this upon returning home for the summer. ambrose isn’t entirely convinced he just up and left, not that he cares that asshole isn’t in his life anymore. 

placed under house arrest over the summer for tinkering with necromancy in an attempt to resurrect the family dog. obviously ended traumatically, with ambrose forcing alfie to kill the monstrosity bc he didn’t have the heart to do it himself. he’s still torn up over it... he also can’t leave campus at all

definitely flirts with ‘darker’ magic, all in lighthearted fun... of course. sort of hellbent on studying and perfecting necromancy, though he’s in hot water with the ministry of magic so he’s taken a few steps back from the project.  

a romantic, but thinks monogamy is a joke or any committed relationship for that matter... he’s racked up quite the body count and doesn’t mind breaking hearts.

loves fucking with people and pretending to be his brother

has a pet black cat appropriately named grimalkin, though he’s only friendly when he wants to be.  

plot ideas!!!

an ex fling! and there will be many.... perhaps bitter too.. 

a fwb? probably the only person ambrose regularly hooks up with but he has no real feelings for... just tells them sweet things to keep them on a tight leash... then goes out and flirts with other people 

someone certain ames has real feelings for them... but.... 

friends, obviously

someone who’s confused him with alfie and he’s yet to correct them bc he finds it amusing 

someone that obviously dislikes ames but he continues to pester and flirt with for amusement 

& anything else we can plot up!!! let me fill ur wanted connections~

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TEN - NCT YEARBOOK 2018