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Oh how Clara adored cool nights which were usually accompanied by a soft fire and close cuddling with friends and/or a certain Hufflepuff. However, this particular day she was by herself, curled up in a quiet corner of the Library, eyes scanning over her History of Magic textbook. Faintly, her mouth forms paragraph after paragraph, hoping to engrave the lesson into her brain before her retirement to bed. Sighing, she runs her hand through her tangled strands and bites down on her lower lip. For a brief moment she finds herself lost on the same page when she feels a movement on her right. Hazel hues peek over aged parchment to send a tentative grin. 

“Hey.” She replies, gently closing her book and setting it aside. Her posture perks up at the mention of a new story, let alone a muggle one. The seventh year was well aware of of her friends taste in literature, and was always happy to accept the suggestions he often offered. “Really?” Orbs dancing with amusement, she nods, leaning forward with muted excitement. “I would love to. You always have something new for me don’t you Peter? What would I do without you, my book connoisseur?” She lets out a tinkling chuckle, putting two brunette locks behind her ears.

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One of those internal cataclysms that sometimes clouted his ribs with brilliant force had ceded to him a certain sincerity, which came about by way of beautiful strings of words, each strand decorated with commas and dashes and periods, and sometimes question marks. This was a book whose cover did not give rise to magical motion, for the red horse could not lift its lowered head on paper, but whose anarchy was still definitive of magic, or words to that effect. Peter’s mother had mailed him the novel several mornings ago from this day and the boy savored every single stupid little word so lovingly that his spine slid through his back. He had to tell someone or else it seemed that the shattered world would never put itself back together again.

When Peter saw her that evening she was holding the physical entity of grace on her lips and quoting the words of comfort, which of course, would lure a boy like Peter in. He thus seated himself beside her and bumped his shoulder with hers before facing her and holding up the novel under his chin. Again, he hoped, that her fervor would bear likeness to his own, for he had admired Clara, even from the early age of boyish naivety – always loving too easily. “Hey,” Peter cleared his throat. “Do you fancy muggle stories? I want you to read this. It’s called The Catcher in the Rye.”

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Announcement!

So we’ve had a decline in members of the squad lately, so this is just a reminder that there are spots open! Your addition to the team would be appreciated. 

If you’d like a form just find me (Clara) or Hyoyeon. Have a super great day! 

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“Can you believe-

   It’s almost summer time again? 

I say a trip to the zoo is in order.”

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Don’t cry ｡ﾟ(´□`*)ﾟ｡

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“Winter is coming.”

“I am not your little princess.”

“I don’t want to be a queen, I want to be the queen.”

"We’ve have idiot kings and we’ve had vicious kings, but I don’t know if we’ve ever had a vicious idiot for a king!”

“More wine.”

“Everyone who isn’t us in an enemy.”

“I am the god of...

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Clara! [/ the hufflepuff screeches loudly before running full speed ahead to the other and tackling her in a hug and clinging to her]

[She experiences a small moment of panic as she’s practically knocked over by the other, arms reaching out to hold onto her friend.] Good lord Hyo, really- warn a girl! 

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♚ Best Korean Female Artist: Park Jiyeon

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just jiyeon randomly dancing 1min 1sec (and killing us)

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Clara gasps, as if shocked. “A princess you say? Dragons and knights, my my someone’s living the dream. Did she have a tiara? A pretty dress? Did you get her handkerchief as a token of her gratitude? You better have, what’s a damsel in distress without a thank you which she uses to possibly blow her nose in.” She laughs and gives his cheek an affectionate pinch. “That was for the never telling me you were leaving. I actually left not long after you did. I went to this.. rehabilitation center basically. I’m a lot better now. While I was there I collected a whole bunch of Polaroids and drawings of the staff. I think there’s one of you too. I still have that oh so attractive photo of you from last year.” A chuckle escapes her lips. “I’ll have to show you.”

“But how are you? Besides your high intensity adventure of course. You look.. good.” You always look good, what kind of statement is that.. “I missed you. Actually that's a lie I missed your bunny more.” There's a teasing grin on her face and she nudges his arm gently. 

The environment around him was nearly unfamiliar to him - as if he were walking the school’s grounds for the very first time. Nostalgia was sickening and he felt as if he were a first year again, gawking at the high ceilings and cobbled steps. Two months without his presence roaming the halls was enough time for noticeable change. A smile settles upon lips while feet weave around the corridors, halting every so often to chat or give a simple “hello.” He missed Hogwarts - his friends especially. In retrospect, he left without a word. Would they be upset?

“Mark!”

Concentration is broken by the all-to-familiar calling of a Raven, steps naturally turning in place to confirm it belonged to the female he probably missed the most. Eyes widen as she launches herself at him, delicate arms entrapping him in a surprise embrace, his own hold securing itself around her frame as he stumbled backward a step or two. His reaction is slow though his smile naturally breaks into a grin, chuckles spilling from his lips as she shoots her quick-fire questions. Of course he hugs her back, maybe two-times harder than needed; she never minded his bear hugs before anyway. “I was on this great mission to fight this dragon and save this princess and then promise I’d promised I’d be one of her knights when I graduate.” Because that was obviously what happened.

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Her eyebrows furrow and her face turns to one of pure annoyance. “How did you even get in here? I didn’t think you were intelligent enough to get past the knocker. More importantly, why? Don’t tell me you’re trying to seduce one of my housemates.” She scoffs and walks past him, rolling her eyes. Pausing, she turns. “I’m surprised you have no comment to give this time. Anyways, just know that if we are partnered again together in potions, I will be requesting someone else.” The harsh tone to her voice is evident, as well as the look in her eyes. There was a lot of bitter resentment left over from her days before leaving Hogwarts, and it was obvious a majority of it had been harbored toward the other.

❖ Oh Sh*t | Sungmin & Clara

Neukmin? His brothers name stirred Sungmin from his daze. He lifted his head, glancing back at his fellow housemate with a confused expression. Surely she must have them mistaken? But as he glanced down, noticing his usual back and blue robes were ascent and replaced by the green of Slytherin a gulp ran down his throat. A hand reached for his hair that was much longer than his own, draping over one eye. Oh no. Realising his mistake, Sungmin cleared his throat and jumped to his feet. “Yes.” He said, his voice lowering deeper than he had intended. He made the effort to straighten down his robes and replace his furrowed brows with a equally straight expression. This was going to be a difficult situation to talk himself out of.

Sungmin rarely spoke on the occasions where he would take his brothers place. At most the few sounds left left his lips would be grunts or harsh words that ordered other students to stand aside, and he would utter a silent apology to calm his own conscience. Sungmin’s voice was much softer than his brothers, it emitted a warmth Neukmin lacked and was one of the few ways his parents were able to tell them apart when they were younger. Sungmin was aware of this and so, had often opted to remain silent under Neukmin’s guise in fear those close to him would become suspicious. 

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The feeling of returning to Hogwarts was still very foreign to Clara- it was like living in a dream- a very familiar dream. That wasn’t to say she wasn’t delighted to be back in the place that she called home, and far away from her snooty grandparents either. Getting back into the swing of things proved to be a bit more difficult, but slowly she was gaining her steps. Much like a toddler, she liked to think. 

Days spent away from the school had given her time to reflect, and though not all wounds could be healed, she was in a sense- better. That being said, she’d kept to herself mostly for the few months back, focusing on her studies and cheer, even beginning to practice painting again. It was all so relaxing, it was as if nothing could disturb her peace. 

Well.. maybe not.

She’s stepping through the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room, but halts with wide eyes at the figure laying across one of the couches. There’s a few thing she’s kept away from, things that could possibly cause her to go into a negative state of mind, and the male she was staring at was one of them. For some odd reason she can’t place, her heart jumps into her throat, fingers clenching white around her books.

“Neukmin?” 

❖ Oh Sh*t | Sungmin & Clara

It had been a day since his brother left for Paris and Sungmin was already regretting his decision to cover for him—Though it wasn’t the first time. His metamorphic abilities and the time turner his parents had given him to take extra classes came in handy, but his days were exhaustingly doubled when his brother was away. There was nothing stranger than seeing yourself through your own eyes, yet Sungmin had gradually grown accustomed to the phenomena that he no longer felt compelled to stare in class like he used to. 

Sungmin had spent most of that evening studying books on healing in the library, yawning with each page turn. He’d had several classes of his own soon followed by a repetition of the majority under the guise of his brother. The day had drawn on. By the time midnight struck he’d found himself locked in the library with the lights turned off and his face stuck to one of the pages in his open book. Oh, no. He found himself in luck when a simple alohomora was able to unlock the door that lead towards the empty corridor. With swift feet he made his way back to the Ravenclaw common room where he collapsed on the sofa with a light thud. A pout rest upon his lips, eyes shut with his arms and legs spread apart messily. I’m going to die. He groaned, lifting a hand towards his temple. 

But there was one very important thing Sungmin had forgotten before allowing himself to rest in that moment—And that was the simple fact that he was still in the form of his brother, snug inside his Slytherin uniform surrounded by the blue of Ravenclaw by the fireplace. 

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