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The stars in his eyes were hard to ignore. They way they danced around, enticing her and drawing her in so that she could get lost in them like countless times before. They were hard to ignore—much like the way her chest constricts as she finds that she cannot breathe while getting lost in the galaxy that is Min Yoongi.

Her glass heart ached, for she knew he would never feel the same way. Despite that, she smiled back. There was no room for hurting.

Before Raven could even muster her usual sarcastic remark, the space between them closed. It gets harder to breathe again; she suffocated with the mere idea of holding his hand. A blush crept up to her face, and she turned to look in the other direction, letting her short curls cover her cheeks. But, she looked back at him, laughing at his remarks. If only you knew.

“What makes you think that? What type of person are we talking about here exactly?” The grin on her face widened infinitesimally, mischief hidden behind the frames of her glasses.

As they walked up the stairs, she did not know whether to mourn the loss of their close proximity or not.

“And I’d say I’m doing pretty well in transfigurations… Let’s just hope that I can actually teach it first.” She laughed along with him. “Or teach you—we don’t know how much of a hopeless case you are just yet,” she teased, mischief now written all over her face.

What makes you think that?

A handful of times after class he’d attempted to approach Raven with a thoughtful question in mind. But she’d gathered her books in a flash, dipped through a cluster of students and vanished into the hall before he’d even taken two steps. Whether it was the flow of her robes as she trounced up the stairs to Ravenclaw Tower or whipped around a corner wandering off to some clandestine location - this girl was kind of a mystery.

But I can’t say that! Can I?

Yoongi watched Raven out of the corner of his eye. Sunlight glimmered through a window as they passed, sending prismatic rays refracting through the glass of her charming spectacles; her expressive chocolate irises were eclipsed by the glare. What he would give for the invasive powers of legilimency right now.

For the purpose of insight. Of course. Maybe I’ll ask Juli to give me a hand.

The idea took root, digging deep into the soil of his mind. Knowing a fraction of Raven’s emotions could be helpful! Or send him spiraling.

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Yoongi held his transfiguration textbook closer to his chest, a frown tickling the corner of his smirk and an uncomfortable feeling settling over his shoulders like a well-worn cloak.

“I mean . . . I never know where you are and you’re more of a private person. Seems like the type of place you’d be. Hidden away from the world. That sort of thing.”

Focused on the marble stairs under his feet, his eyes drifted along the interlocking swirls of white and grey crystal. Her quick steps matched in time with his own footfall and sounded the way they always do - excited and impatient.

“If you’re doing ‘pretty well’ in transfigurations, I’m sure you can do anything. Seems like I’ll be conjuring birds in no time. Yes, even me, the most hopeless of them all.”

Yoongi wheezed out a laugh and paused at the top of the stairs. He pushed back a lock of silver hair and fanned his face. He could feel a slight glisten of sweat dotting his forehead and was certain his cheeks were tinged a ruddy pink from the exertion.

“The stairs in this place are no joke, but here we are. Seventh floor. End of the line. But -uh- which way? Like I was saying, I‘ve heard of this place, but never really been there.”

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There was nothing more that Raven wanted than to see Yoongi smile like that. Whether it was directed at her or if she were watching in the distance—it wouldn’t matter.

She had always hated the sun for it was too bright and blinding… but maybe Yoongi’s smile would be the first bright thing she would love.

“Hey, wait up!” The stomping of her worn-in boots echo off the walls as she ran, trying to catch up to the taller boy. “I’m tinier than you so I have to take like—two long strides to keep up with you,” she said once she stood beside him, mirth dancing across her eyes.

“And we’re going to the Room of Requirement… have you been there?”

That smile, that bright smile! At first, it was plastered on his face in forced falsity, but not now. The thump of her dark Palladium boots matched the thump of his heart and that was an intense and mysterious feeling all on its own. The sound of them was so familiar, so comforting, so much a part of her - and he liked that.

Frosty glints danced in the onyx sky of his eyes like the stars he mapped every night for astronomy class. Glittering constellations that mirrored something kindred in hers . . . For the first time in a long time, he let himself dream a pristine dream.

Maybe you’re feeling the same way I do?

Finally! A dream not uncontrolled and reckless ebbing from some hellish, uncharted neural network. The realization made him smile even wider. Yoongi shortened the length of his strides and let his shoulder nudge hers. “C’mon. You know I wouldn’t actually leave you behind, right? I’m not that cruel.” He caught himself staring a moment too long. Lopsided grin and glassy eyes - he must have resembled a puerile goof. He cleared his throat, attempting to ignore . . . whatever these feelings are.

“Yeah. Yeah. I know where it is. Seventh floor. Turn a blank slate into anything you want. I’ve never really-” He broke off the end of his sentence, sidestepping closer to Raven as a gaggle of giddy students passed by. He recognized a few of them and threw a nod and minute wave their way.

He tried to appear preoccupied, but couldn’t disregard the shift in space. He could have let his fingers brush hers. If he wanted. Take her hand in his. If he wanted. And, yeah, he wanted to, but instead, he twirled the Slytherin ring around his thumb and prayed to Blavatsky that the rosy tickle swimming up the channel of his neck wasn’t noticeable.

“Sorry about that.” He gave her more room, the hallway feeling much more vacuous than it had mere moments ago. “Like I was saying, I’ve never really used it before.” A knowing smirk grew on his face. “But I bet you have. You seem like the type to use a place like that.”

“Anyway. How are you doing in transfigurations? I’m kinda - not troll level; wouldn’t go that far - but I’ve done horribly on every assignment. At this rate, I’m not gonna pass this NEWT . . . if I even bother sitting for it. So you’re kinda my last hope. You think you can help a woebegone dunce like me?” He laughed, certain that everyone found self-depreciation amusing. 

Yoongi knew he wasn’t dense, but for some reason, he could never get the obtuse topics of transfigurations to click.

Honestly, how the fuck did I even pass my OWLs!?

So, We Meet Again

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8♠️ - What does your muse work the hardest for?

He pauses. Hand cupping his chin he loses himself in thought.

“Um. I guess . . . I work the hardest to . . . understand myself. Not that I’m self centered or anything!” He laughs. “It’s just that I have this power and I don’t really know how to control it yet. Hopefully, the better I understand who I am as a person, the easier it’ll be to understand why I have these visions. Why I’m like this.”

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ROMANCE QUESTIONNAIRE

How do they flirt? (Do they flirt at all?): Yoongi is a lowkey flirt. It’s very similar to the way he acts with his friends, but the subtle difference is that he carries himself with an air of teasing confidence. So . . . yeah . . . he’s a tease.

How does love affect them physically?: Yoongi gets butterflies, blushes sometimes. His world tends to turn upside down. If he starts to feel really nervous or uncomfortable he’ll twirl his Slytherin ring around his finger or pick at his fingernails/cuticles.

A general FYI: Yoongi is confident until he has to actually act on his feelings. The thought of asking someone out makes him incredibly shy and hesitant. Once in the relationship, those same feelings will persist until he’s sure he can trust his heart to that person.

CONCEPT

1. What emotion best describes your character? Sensitive. Yoongi’s past has given him many reasons to be bitter, but instead, he has made a purposeful decision to treat others with kindness and is particularly perceptive when it comes to other’s feelings. He is often seen with a smile and a pep in his step … which often hides his fragility. Any negativity that he senses in others, especially when it’s directed to him, causes his smile to falter - a minuscule tugging of the muscle, creating a brief downward arc. Despite his kindness being spiced with a pinch of sass, every friendship he tries to foster is genuine and meaningful.

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A small frown indented her features, worried. “Is everything alright?” Her hand remained on his shoulder—bashfulness pushed aside for now—hoping that its perpetual presence would offer at least some comfort. “You seem kinda tired.” His labored breathing and forced smile did not go unmissed by Raven. She tilted her head to see a bit of more of his face.

“We can do this some other time if you’re not feeling well…” she reassured, as much as she had been looking forward to this, neither of them would have a good time if they were forced to be with each other.

There’s always another time. This time, she reassured herself.

Petals. Lingering petals. Their finespun blush . . . for a moment they were all he could comprehend. The sensation weaving up his neck and nestling in his brain. He sank into the feeling.

Raven’s voice dipped into his ears. Is everything alright?

Not exactly.

“I’m fine.”

Yoongi cleared his throat and expanded his lungs. The cloud of his phantasm was evaporating, escaping to the edges of his vision. The world shimmered in perfect, focused clarity. Clear enough to notice the furrow of Raven’s brown and the look in her eyes.

“I’m fine. I swear. Just didn’t get much sleep last night, but I’m definitely up for today.”

He gave the Ravenclaw girl a genuine smile - one as bright as he could muster. He wanted this time with her more than anything.

Plus getting help with transfigurations at the same time? A win win.

“Why don’t we get going?” His feet started to wander, each step echoing in the now empty hallway. “Come on, Ravenclaw. Can’t you keep up? Where are we going anyway?”

So, We Meet Again

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3♥️ - How would your muse react to a confession of love?

A gentle flush swims across Yoongi’s features.

“I-I’m not sure. Love’s not exactly something I’m . . . used to.” His eyes dip to his lap. Fingers a tangled mess, he picks at the fragile skin around his nails.

“Not that I’d rebuff or anything like that. I’m not a monster!”He laughs, but it fades as his mind wanders. He’s quiet before speaking again. He dances around his words. Careful.“I’d accept it politely, but I’m not sure if I’d be able to say anything back. I think everyone wants to hear ‘I love you too’. But I don’t think i could say that.”

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Slytherin Pisces: “This is not the most natural of sun signs for a Slytherin to be born into, but it’s not unheard of, and when it happens, the results are usually interesting. These Slytherins dream big. Because of their romantic streak and their need for mystery and glamour, their dreams are often the most dazzling of all. To put them into fruition, they either need to develop a pragmatic streak, or partner up with a practical wizard who will help midwife the dreams and keep them going. These Slytherins are loners or followers rather than leaders, but don’t assume that they are doormats - they wouldn’t be Slytherin if they didn’t have some backbone. They will accommodate people to the best of their limits, but if those limits are pushed or violated, they will get angry - and they will remember. A Pisces never forgets a cut or a kindness. Ever. Slytherin Pisceans often delve into mysteries involving death and afterlife, for Pisces is naturally placed in the house of endings; Pisces wizards in House Slytherin will also be brilliant seers and potion brewers.”

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next stop: whenever the universe takes me

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Library entrance | S&S (@nebulousdreams·)

Walking down the winding staircase of Ravenclaw Towers, Raven goes down two steps at a time. Her heart thumps—whether from excitement or exertion, she does not know. Either way, she is much too impatient to walk normally, even nearly falling over as she propels herself too forward. Luckily, her hand clutches onto the railing. Her housemates chastise her, telling her to be more careful and she can only nod in flustered embarrassment.

Upon arriving near the library, Raven spots a head of silver hair, one she had grown all to familiar with. She wishes to know what it feels like to run her fingers through it. How soft they would feel upon her skin, she would love to know and be acquainted with the sensation. She would remember it for days and lock the feeling in her glass heart.

And, like she, Yoongi seems to be lost in his own world, as he stares into space.

“Hey.” Her hand is placed on his shoulder to catch his attention. “You’re here early,” she chuckles, trying to even out her breathing to not seem like she marathon-ran all the way here (or seem too nervous). “Transfigurations with me must be so riveting, right?” Like usual, Raven buries her deep-rooted affections with sarcasm, just as she had for the past three years.

Fervid, candescent white of an imploding star marked the edges of Yoongi’s vision. The world began to fade, pixel by pixel.

He swallowed hard, the lump lodged in his throat pounding synchronous with the throbbing in his skull. Constellations of intricate stonework on the high ceiling warbled into a tangle of indecipherable auroras.

Go away. Please.

He stared into the nothingness of space, mind reeling as his body drifted. He hoped, prayed, begged for something to ground him, bring him back to reality. Something to tether his buoyant form to earth’s wooden dock. A rush of pale water flooded his ears and the shuffling of students’ footsteps dissolved.

Breathe, Yoongi. Don’t drown. Not here. Not now. Not yet.

Choking on a deluge, he struggled before something dragged his dazed body onto the pink sand of a warm and waiting shore. His eyes snapped open to the perception of falling flower petals on his shoulder. Delicate Gentle. Tranquil. The world turned right again, reality focused.

And she came into view.

The curl of her dark air. The slight upturn of her mouth as she laughed at something she said. The throb in her throat that made it seem as if she’d run a marathon … to find me?

The distinct tone of her voice came in clear as the ringing in his head subsided.

…so riveting, right?

“R-Right. Sure. Of course.” He exhaled, hand brushing against his temple. The world turned upside down for a second time as he looked into her luminous eyes. He inhaled.

Breathe. Exhale.

He coerced a smile and took a few educated guesses at the contents of her question.

“Thanks again for helping me. I’m really thankful.” She wouldn’t know to what extent … But, yes, he was grateful for this one girl whose mere presence managed to make everything feel right.

Inhale.

“Should we get going? I assume we’re not gonna practice in the library. Kinda busy right now anyway. Maybe … an empty classroom? Unless you’ve got a better idea?”

Exhale.

So, We Meet Again

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7♠️ - What’s a hard truth that your muse has to learn/has learned?

For a moment, Yoongi withers. His shoulders slump and he tries to swallow the tightness in his throat. A sharp intake of breath echoes in the room before he begins. 

“I . . . I had to learn . . . something I wish I didn’t know. I thought my parents would work out their differences. I thought . . .” 

He pauses, words silenced by the dull aching in his chest, and twirls the silver ring around his thumb - Slytherin crest dancing in and out of sight.

“I thought love could conquer all, but I found that those are childish notions. Love doesn’t last. I would give anything to believe differently, but that’s all I know.”

He clears his throat before closing the heavy book in front of him. 

“Could we maybe talk about something else now,” he mumbles, giving you a weak smile.

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Q♥️ - Who is someone special that your muse always thinks about? (i am not ashamed lolol)

Yoongi slides his chair forward and leans closer to you. His chin rests in the palm of his hand, eyebrows furrowed slightly. “It depends, but I’m going to assume you mean romantically.” He gives a shy smile and fiddles with the hem of his Slytherin robe.“I mean … yeah. There’s someone. A girl. She’s … captivating.”His eyes flutter down to the book in front of him, trying to focus on anything other than his impassioned thoughts; but your wandering eyes notice an unmistakable rosy bloom coursing up his exposed throat.

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Patronus Analysis 037 Black Stallion

Those with this patronus have a strong understanding of how mortal they are and are often power hungry and driven. This affinity with life and death encourages those with this patronus to strive for what they want in life.

Those with the Black stallion patronus have a strong self of self and know who they are and can stick to their agenda. This self confidence and strength in identity gives those with this patronus immense freedom to follow their hearts.

Those with the Black stallion often seem mysterious to those around them but are faithful to their family.

The Black stallion patronus is most common in Slytherin house but is found in the other houses.

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J♣️ - Who does your muse trust the most?

Yoongi sets aside his porcelain teacup, trying to ignore the tea dregs swirling into the shape of a skull along the curved bottom.“Well … Julianna, I suppose. I’ve got a decent amount of people I confide in, but I trust her the most ‘cause she knows how to keep a secret.” He gives a crisp nod in your direction. “I hope that answers your question.”

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A♥️ - Who was the first person your muse ever fell in love with? 2♥️ - What’s your muse’s family like? 3♥️ - How would your muse react to a confession of love? 4♥️ - What are your muse’s thoughts on starting/raising a family? 5♥️ - What was your muse’s most heartbreaking separation/divorce/etc? 6♥️ - What sort of charity work has your muse done? 7♥️ - Has your muse ever cheated or been cheated on? 8♥️ - How well does your muse perform in social situations? 9♥️ - Has your muse ever had unrequited feelings for someone? 10♥️ - What was the last party or social event your muse went to? J♥️ - Who does your muse consider their best friend? Q♥️ - Who is someone special that your muse always thinks about? K♥️ - Who does your muse look up to as a role model?

A♣️ - What’s your muse’s strongest talent? 2♣️ - What topics of conversation does your muse enjoy the most? 3♣️ - How creative is your muse? 4♣️ - What does your muse have the most passion for? 5♣️ - What would your muse change about their current lifestyle? 6♣️ - How do your muse’s “gut feelings” usually turn out? 7♣️ - Has your muse ever felt “trapped”, either figuratively or literally? 8♣️ - What is your muse the most stubborn about? 9♣️ - What is your muse’s proudest accomplishment? 10♣️ - When was the last time your muse took a vacation or trip? J♣️ - Who does your muse trust the most? Q♣️ - Do other people consider your muse charming? K♣️ - How important is integrity to your muse?

A♦️ - What is the most important message your muse has ever received? 2♦️ - How important is money to your muse? 3♦️ - How does your muse handle indecision? 4♦️ - Is your muse more of the patient or instant gratification type? 5♦️ - How often does your muse change plans? 6♦️ - Is your muse responsible with their money? 7♦️ - When was your muse the most down on their luck? 8♦️ - Has your muse ever received money or gifts from a mysterious benefactor? 9♦️ - How much money does your muse spend on average? 10♦️ - How financially successful is your muse? J♦️ - Who does your muse do the most business with? Q♦️ - Has your muse ever been gossiped about or participated in gossip? K♦️ - If your muse were to start their own business, what would it be?

A♠️ - What was the most painful loss your muse had to go through? 2♠️ - How often does your muse wish to be left alone? 3♠️ - Does your muse ever let anyone see them cry? 4♠️ - What’s the worst injury your muse has ever recovered from? 5♠️ - Has your muse ever had to change their lifestyle in a major way? 6♠️ - Does your muse believe in fate/destiny? 7♠️ - What’s a hard truth that your muse has to learn/has learned? 8♠️ - What does your muse work the hardest for? 9♠️ - Has your muse ever felt forced to change? 10♠️ - How does your muse cope with grief? J♠️ - Who would your muse most likely end up in jail with? Q♠️ - Does your muse manipulate others easily or are they easily manipulated? K♠️ - What is one thing your muse considers a grave injustice?