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Krystal for Giordano S/S 2016

[ravjung]

( msg: poop ) i’m near the restricted section (as always) ( msg: poop ) you shut up Peter Oh hurry up

soojung’s fingertips tap against the wooden table one by one as she waits for her gryffindor (stupid!) counterpart to arrive, with her head perched gently atop the palm of her left hand and elbow leaning into the desk. her legs are crossed over one another, and the foot that hangs in the air bobs up and down precisely at every second. she doesn’t plan on actually giving peter her homework -- she’s never have; and despite her initial complaints, there’s really never been a time she turned down his request for help. (she’s always been weak with peter (unfortunately) and learning. the bloody gryffindor knew how to pull her strings, killing two birds with one stone.) 

( txt ↻ soojung ) already on my way ( txt ↻ baby ) have i ever told you how good you are to me ( txt ↻ baby ) :’)

[ravjung]

relatable jung: yes, this seat is taken

[ravjung]

Soojung had always had a suspicion that this was perhaps the reason why the Sorting Hat took quite some time with figuring out which House she was best fitted for. After all, she took after her Slytherin father in more aspects when compared to her relation with her Ravenclaw mother. She could use the break from the mass amount of studying she had done for the past few days, anyway. 

“Wha--” The bloody twit (not really, but really) interrupted her curiosity, and Soojung found herself momentarily stunned and looking up at the castle’s ceiling. (Did she just Stupefy her?) Lost in her thoughts, she came back with a cringe in her features, muttering under her breath, “You could at least make whatever you’re doing believable.”

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Rosalie raised a brow – so the dear Jung Soojung actually cared for thrill once in her life? It was an almost unbelievable response but, really, she was never to turn down the chance to mess someone up. “Great, get ready then–” Rosalie mumbled, reaching under her robes to subtly take hold of her want. Before Soojung could question what she was doing, Rosalie sent a sparking spell her way, effectively tripping her to the ground.

“Oh no!” she exclaimed, possibly one of the worst actors in Hogwarts history, “Did you hurt yourself, Soojung? I’m sorry, professor, I was just so excited that I must have tripped her. I think it’s best I take her to the hospital wing.”

[ravjung]

( txt ↻ soojung ) let me copy your wizarding law homework i fell asleep last night trying to do it i Sware 2 God

( msg: poop ) who do you think i am peter do you think i’ll Give you my hw( msg: poop ) ...( msg: poop ) be in the library in 5 minutes or bloody hell so help me

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( sms; soojung ) on a scale of 1-10 how willing are you to skip 5th or 4th period for an extended lunch? :P

( msg: jane ) on a scale of 1-10, how well do you even know me cho( msg: jane ) i’m appalled you would think i would miss a class( msg: jane ) unless... you bring something back for me!

[ravjung]

“I’m human so how could I not have regrets”

[ravjung]

Quite the bookworm, it was certainly a rare occurrence for anyone to witness Jung Soojung actually going anywhere that might be against the rules set up for safety. In fact, the Ravenclaw had an immaculate track record for the past few weeks -- pristine and empty, much like her head after days of nonstop (as the great Hermione Granger would say) ‘light’ reading. It couldn’t possibly hurt to follow Rosalie around... for... notes, right?

“I suppose it depends on what you’re doing-- I’ll cover as you tell me?”

confusion | sj x rv

Although most of the other students feared danger on the grounds, Rosalie seemed to welcome it. Things hadn’t been going too well recently and she found herself in search of trouble – anything to screw up. “I’m going to check it out, cover for me,” she said, glancing around to see that their professor was otherwise occupied, “Unless you want in too.”

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her eyebrow finds its place back up to an arched look of query at his answer. “peter oh? without an answer?” it’s certainly one of the few times she’s witnessed this, but there was never a crowd as big as this one whenever he failed to come up with a peter-esque retort. can this crowd please dissipate soon?

you’d think that the (way too big) crowd would fall out by now, considering how long it’s taking for her to even say her cliché yes!, but the gaggle of students lingers. where were the professors to break things up when she needed them? then again, that wouldn’t have been the greatest outcome since they would see why the crowd formed in the first place — her. or peter. her? peter?

“i’ve never seen you this nervous, you know.” her voice is on the soft side, worried that someone near them can hear her being so weak to peter, of all people. she has an image to upkeep after all (what a joke). wrapping her lithe fingers around the stems of the bouquet, soojung leans up on her tiptoes to get as close to peter’s face as possible before (rather shyly) whispering her answer. “i’ll go with you, stupid.”

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huh?

his face is blank for a brief moment (which to him feels like a full thousand years), but not before his ears start to redden. “i—i don’t know.” no! say something!

what was in it for her? smooth dancing skills, time of her life, list of corny puns dropped cleverly into their conversations, perpetual compliments. that didn’t matter. no, not at all. his peripheral vision seems to vanish as his eyes focus in on hers. brown eyes. think of a poem about brown. brown. sing ‘brown eyed girl’ by van morrison. no; lips? sort of peachy. peaches. ‘peaches’ by the valley below. wait, what did she ask again? 

“i just—really like you. i think you’re smart and sort of funny, in a weird, ominous way.” nervous laughter. “and i really want to see you walk in slow motion down a couple of stairs, or something, looking nice, and think, that’s my date. that’s all.”

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oh, how she’s so grateful she never took up divination as an elective ever again after that one time during her third-year. the mere act of having to listen to the pains and struggles her acquaintances in ravenclaw speak of are enough to make soojung silently thank the big guy up there that it’s not a requirement — and to think! some of her fellow housemates actually enjoy learning about what their tea leaves mean for their futures! preposterous. lunacy, in fact.

the hushed murmurs derail her train of thought. she hears bits and pieces of conversations she’s not physically a part of (—in this bloody weather?—gonna have to get the infirmary ready for frostbite), and her gaze flits from face to face, corner to corner, wondering what in the hell everyone seems to see that she can’t.

there. bloody hell, is that… peter? she has to admit, a lot of willpower is going into her not rubbing her face in her palms. the sign is unnoticed at first while she subconsciously adjusts her scarf as if to make up for his stupidity of wearing a short-sleeve right before winter. a short shove from the back and a quick hiss from her end, she finds herself in the eye of the storm, staring straight towards her gryffindor counterpart.

if there’s anything that any student in-the-know at hogwarts knows about jung soojung (other than the fact that she loves shoving her nose into books), it’s that jung soojung does not like the spotlight to stay on her for anything other than a scholarly merit. peter oh dancing for jung soojung in god-awful (but admittedly, smooth) moves and hip thrusts in the middle of the courtyard with a giant gaggle of students circling around them certainly does not fall within jung soojung’s exception.

merlin, please help her now. the courtyard is silent as peter stares at her. ah yes, flowers. it certainly does explain the entire fiasco he’s prepared (a lot? she can’t tell for sure when he is one to burst out into random dances), but soojung never had the suspicion she’d be the one he would—

cut off by his (repetitive) question, she purposely takes a beat to mess with him, arms wrapped around textbooks. a (nervous) coy half-smile causes her eyebrow to raise slightly, hands shuffling books around to keep her right hand free. is the crowd leaning in to listen? “what’s in it for me, peter?”

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embarrassing boots. check.

weirdly fitting jeans. check.

t-shirt? white, black lining on the collar and sleeves. font: cooper black. but what does it say? soojung, yule ball? in a vivid red. and what are you going to say afterwards? if you go to the ball with me, all of your wildest dreams will come true. good.

check.

friday. four p.m., sharp. classes have just let out. are you ready?

a small crowd of students had already congregated in the courtyard. there is soft chatter about christmas and snow and mistletoe, remnant of childish excitement. peter is standing atop the stone platform with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans. he is getting strange looks, wearing short sleeves in the close-to-below-freezing temperature. a couple of the muggleborns recognize the reference, but in general the masses think he has gone mad.

soojung! ten feet away, just around the corner. cue music. canned heat, by jamiroquai.

and just like that, on the beat, this damn boy begins to shuffle, side-to-side. here comes the turkish twist! merlin’s beard, then there’s a series of some illegally awkward early 80s dance moves, including that god forbidden guitar wail move, which sort of makes peter look like a drunken grandpa, but, well, somehow it works (the hip thrusts make everything better). look at soojung! what is she thinking right now? mortification? hip thrust!

the song is purposely cut short in honor of the film, and for a moment it’s quiet; peter is frozen, with that blank stare on his face. he’s looking right at the brown-eyed girl before him. someone brings him a crudely put together bouquet of baby’s breath. peter jumps down from the platform and approaches her.

and the crowd goes wild!

“soojung, uh, yule ball?” he never stuck to the script anyway.

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( ` screeches 'soojung' from far away )

( / jumps up from the sudden outcry, looking from side-to-side to see where the noise is coming from while whispering under her breath ) merlin’s beard, that bloody peter--

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confusion | sj x rv

@slyxrosalie:

"There's something weird going on around the grounds."

Nothing but silence emits from the Ravenclaw’s end as she wonders what in Merlin’s beard her Slytherin classmate speaks of. She doesn’t lose face with her reply, “...Yes, quite.”

[ravjung]

!!!

I sent in a notice to the main page, but since I'm waiting on a response: I might be on semi/regular hiatus until the end of the second week of December. I apologize to everyone for lacking in updates and threads, but school has really been kicking me in the ass this quarter (I wish I was more like my Soojung at these times... she's good at studying and keeping up with so much).

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11:07pm

Can someone send me some sweets from Hogsmeade? I'd really appreciate it - I'm dying.

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12:27am

With pure luck (no Felix Felicis for me, of course), I seem to have found myself with the solution to my studying woes! (I’m gonna look back at this mental note and cringe, I’m so sure of it.) Anyway, future Soojung, have no fear if you’re struggling with reading textbooks later on. I doubt this, but here’s the best way to get into the grind again:

Step one, Muggles have a nifty little site on their internet with substantial study playlists. Look for one. 

Step two, block off any interactions! Any! Of! Them!

It might also help to get a quick little potion to drown out the noise if it becomes too much - I know you don’t have a problem with this though, since I’m you and all. Peter does pester a lot when he knows you’re studying for some reason.

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I am Jung Soojung - you would think I could handle all this schoolwork (all those parchments!)... I can, alright, but I would like some help with certain potions. Does anyone have a couple of the ingredients for the potion on page 124?