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[ravnaeun]

Naeun winced at the blast of light which emitted from the boy's wand. Snores muffled under blankets, soft breaths, and the rare creaking of wood seemed especially hushed in the morning hours. She took a breath as she started towards Jongin; for a moment, the light of the wand seemed harsh against the angles and edges of features. The discordant slap of the wand as it fell onto the dormitory floor caused her to jump but also urged her forward. "It's me. Naeun. It was just a dream. You're not dreaming anymore."

She, with her eyes more accustomed to the darkness of the room, walked toward Jongin; she noted the whites of his knuckles as he clutched his sheets. "Jongin, everything's okay now. You're awake," she said softly. She knelt down on the floor in front of him, picking up his wand and holding it up to him with hands that shook ever so slightly, as she looked for anything in his expressions that could help her read him. "Are you okay with telling me what happened in the dream?"

ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ♦ ᴋᴊɪ + sɴᴇ

The imagined scenes were still dominant in Jongin’s mind; the way the waves crashed over him and left him with no way out, no oxygen, no chance to breathe or survive. It took a few more seconds of blinking through the darkness for Jongin to realise he was clutching at his own throat, making sure he could breathe and that there was nothing preventing him from doing so. Frantically patting around on his desk for his wand, he took it into his hand to cast the lumos charm, yet the wooden stick slipped from his grasp and onto the floor, his heart still pounding in his chest and leaving him with no form of comfort. 

Attention immediately focused on the source of the noise, his pupils still blown wide in the darkness, hands left to clutch at the sheets of his bed. “Who are you?” he quips, evidence of a waver in his voice. “Am I still dreaming?” The male then glanced down to around where he’d dropped his wand, the shadows of the night stealing away his vision’s usual level of capability. Reluctant to leave his bed, he leaned over the edge to feel around for it, still fraught from the rather traumatising dream, barely able to focus on the girl by his door.

[ravnaeun]

Energy hummed through the halls of Hogwarts even during the cold winter months. Quidditch fever was at its usual high just as students complains about classes made up the general hum of conversations between hallways. Despite her love for the school, Naeun couldn't help but miss her even more energetic New York--magic on its own.

Broadway had a magical quality of its own as it brought beloved songs and stories to life. Sure, much of this magic was achieved through suspension of belief, but she loved Broadway and the illusions they made with their lights, costumes, and music. Tucked away somewhere in her trunk were a stack of Playbills, which she often flicked through when pangs on homesickness hit her.

Naeun was surprised when a voice interrupted her musings. The hum of the Great Hall had been but faint, but the voice she heard was clear. "Er--" she began, clearing her throat. "Pippin. It's a playbill of Pippin." She smiled up at him, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear as she held the book up to him. "Have you ever seen it?"

still and colorful ✗ l & n

[ ♔ ] The first thing that caught his eye was the color. There were vivid yellows and subtle blues and countless other shades and patters that made up the cover of whatever it was the girl was reading. The second thing that caught his eye was the stillness of it all. The pictures weren’t moving. The faces where frozen in the moment, large smiles on their faces. And while it wasn’t exactly unusual for him to see still pictures, as there were a lot of muggleborn students at the school, he wasn’t used to all the vibrance. 

The brunette debated with himself for longer than he would like to admit about whether he should go over and question the girl about what she was reading. It interested him, but did it interest him enough to … yes. Yes, it did. He quickly made up his mind before he could talk himself out of it.

"Pardon me?" He asked softly, not wanting to scare the other by his sudden appearance. "May I, uh, ask what you’re looking at?" He nodded slightly towards the small booklet in her hand, one that he could now tell had ‘Playbill’ printed across the top.

[ravnaeun]

hi guys! i'm sorry i haven't been on in a bit ;; school's been sort of hectic. i'll definitely try to get to replies both here and on hyunwoo in the weekend (and over the next few days, if i'm lucky).

[ravnaeun]

( ` she smiles, satisfied, when he takes the coin and drops it into his collection box. she notices him tense up--ever so slightly--and she can't help but smile a little more. seeing a boy like zico, who seemed quite confident, look shaken made her feel a little more confident in herself. )

Wasn't planning on it-- ( ` she is surprised when he cups her cheek, feeling it warm slightly but hoping it doesn't show. she closed her eyes as she felt his lips on hers, surprisingly soft and not as forceful as she though he'd be. when she feels him pulling back, she forced her heavy eyelids open and gives him a kind smile. ) That was... alright, I suppose. I must admit it was better than the first. ( ` she steps back when his hand drops and slightly tilts her head to the side, towards where she planned on walking to. ) I suppose I'll be going then?

a price to pay / zc & sne

[ // directness; now she was speaking his language. he reached out, winking at her as he snatched the sickle from between her fingertips. he let the coin drop into his collection box and then tilted his neck back and forth to crack it. he didn’t know when it had happened exactly, but the pretty Ravenclaw had caused him to start tensing up. her reluctance made him anxious, but maybe she was just worried her boyfriend would catch her at any moment. ] 

All right, doll. No turning back now. [ // he insists softly as he raises one hand. he brushes her hair behind her ear before he cups her cheek gently, yet, still a means to hold her should she try and retreat before he felt he’d adequately kissed her. he leaned in with confident pacing and captured her lips between his own. he doesn’t relinquish control this time. it’s his kiss; a kiss he imparts on yielding lips. he doesn’t push things too far, just a sweet symphony of lips and breath until he pulls away and finds himself a bit breathless as well. his eyes linger on hers before he slowly pulls back and removes his hand, knowing this time there’s no way she could be dissatisfied. ]

[ravnaeun]

It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Zico. ( ` she said this in the polite, well-mannered tone she was taught to use, but the sweetness laced in her voice bordered sarcasm. she admits that she could've probably let him kiss her properly the first time but she had been cautious. ) Fine, I'll pay. It's for a good cause anyway. ( ` she holds a sickle up and looks at him expectantly. ) Let's do this then?

a price to pay / zc & sne

[ // the slytherin rolled his eyes this time, blatantly. he needed to do more to earn a sickle? if he remembered correctly she’d offered him one without having to do anything for it a few moments ago. and again she’d said it. he needed to do better. he needed to do more. the kiss only lasted a moment and her lips had been pressed tightly shut, yet it was his fault she was dissatisfied. he reached up, running a hand through wild platinum hair as he looked away and then back. his eyes lingered on her expression when she insisted she wasn’t afraid, giving him a small reason to doubt. still, she had at least introduced herself. ] The name’s Zico. [ // he announced with a slight bow. ] I did say you could have the first one for free…but if you want me to kiss you again, you’re gonna have to pay. [ //he insists. she wasn’t the only one who was unimpressed. ]

[ravnaeun]

a price to pay / zc & sne

slyzico​

[ // he blinks, eyebrows rising in disbelief when she pulled away so quickly but then told him he needed to do better. he scowled, cocking a judgmental brow at her. ] Do better? You pulled back before we even got started [ // he complained, crossing his arms over his chest, expression skeptical. ] Maybe…maybe you’re afraid? I can’t be held responsible for the consequences if you can’t handle it Miss…uh, what did you say your name was?

( ` she raises a brow, amused at his reaction ) You'll need to do more to get a girl to pay a sickle and stay. And I'm not afraid. ( ` her jaw tightens; she wasn't as brave as her brother but she wasn't one to be scared of so-called consequences ) My name's Naeun. And you are...?

[ravnaeun]

Naeun admired Choa up close as she rested her head on the girl's shoulder. She had admired Choa over the years for her wit and intelligence; her beauty shined more than it usually did up close and under the lights of the waning Ball. Knowing that she wasn't exactly feather light and that the older girl's feet probably hurt just as much as her own did, Naeun dropped her arms from the hug and slung one over the girl's shoulders as she started toward the stairs.

"Put your arms over my shoulders and we'll drag each other up these god-awful stairs," she said, laughing softly. Rather than a genuine laugh, what escaped her was one of bitterness as the stairs looked even more of a challenge up close. She balanced herself onto one foot and slipped one of her heels off, not entirely caring how strange she might've looked in that position. She kicked the other off and bent down to pick it up, her fingers hooking around the back of the shoes.

"My feet feel so free!" she exclaimed, another--more genuine--laugh leaving her lips. She looked at Choa with a grin, nodding towards the stairs. "Are you ready for this?"

[BT] Lights Will Guide You Home || Cat vs Naeun

She can’t deny it was a bit different, seeing Naeun this way. The girl she’d always seen, treated like her own little sister was now dressed like a grown woman. Heels and all. She looked beautiful, of course she did, but it was still quite strange and Choa could barely wrap her head around it. However those thoughts were pushed aside as she felt the younger’s arm wrapping around her small shoulders, the weight of now both their bodies pressing down on her already aching feet causing the pain to become even more cumbersome.

‘’Yah.’’ She can’t help but whine, carefully but surely detaching the younger’s arm from around her. ‘’Have mercy on my poor feet.’’ She contests, her bottom lip jutting out into a small pout, trying to use her cuteness as a form of persuading the girl. Her attention only momentarily shifts from the girl, taking in the flight of stairs before them. On a usual day it wouldn’t seem like much of a task, but the given situation of both their battered feet made it seem like hell itself.

Bringing her gaze back towards Naeun she purses her lips in thought, trying to find some, any way that they could both relieve at least a bit of the pain during long way home. ‘’How about we rid ourselves of these..’’ She raises a foot. ‘’..devilish beauties and make a quick barefoot escape back towards the tower?’'

[ravnaeun]

( ` she closes her eyes when he presses his lips to hers. she responds with a light pressure, neither moving her lips against his nor allowing him better access. the kiss is chaste and she pulls back with the bright eyes and the same grin on her lips ) Oh, you'll have to do better than that.

Oh, hello. ( ` she eyes him appreciatively and smiles as she holds up a sickle ) Sickle for a kiss?

[ // Eyebrows rise, but his cat-like eyes lower, giving the pretty girl approaching him a blatant once-over. She wanted a kiss? No problem. ] First one’s on me, gorgeous…if you’d like another maybe then we can negotiate a price [ // he purs, half a wicked grin lifting the corner of his mouth, dark eyes glinting with mischief ]

[ravnaeun]

Naeun, to say the least, was quite satisfied with the answer she got from the male. She had grown up with instruction from the best teachers so she expected nothing less than impeccable dancing. "That is the least you should do," she told him, a smirk on her lips. She had recognized him because of the way he carried himself; he had a sort of mysterious air to him, and his anecdote on dancing only added more to this air. The one thing Naeun didn't quite like about being a girl while dancing was that she often couldn't lead. Her arms were raised in a position that could be easily change but could not lead into change. He'd shown her his dancing, yet she couldn't really show her own. Still, she kept her dancing as good as it should be, poised and precise. "I think the music's changing, professor. Shall we end our dance here and simply say our See You Later's? The night is still young."

(bt) la belle / s & sne

Did other students know who he was behind the mask, he wondered, or was it just the girl. Ah, he thought to himself, as she mentioned his title for even though she knew of him, he knew nothing of her. Who she was behind the mask, who she was under the day light. He let a soft, silent chuckle at that and leaned closer to whisper his apology to her. Yet he refrained from asking her name. This was a masquerade ball after all and if the lady didn’t intend on letting her identity known, then who was he to ask for it? He tilted his head at her question and decided to humor her a bit. “Maybe.” Eyebrows raising under the mask and lips pulled into a small smile. The dance, the decorum, the air that surrounded him – they were all drilled into his bone within his years in school. Though one need not know about that. “I thought that if I were to dance with a lady then I should at least give her the best, should I not?"

[ravnaeun]

It had only been a few minutes and a stack of papers that Naeun felt her eyes and mind tired from reading and grading them. She sat at the edge of the seat, eyes scanning the office as she waited. She idly dipped her quill in an out of an inkwell as she continued to wait, humming to herself.

A knock at the door caused her expression to immediately brighten up. "Welcome back, professor," she said softly. Eyeing the bundle in his hand, she stood up and walked around the desk and nodded. "Yes, please. Did you have a good meal? Also, I finished a few of the papers. They're coming out sort of alright."

one step closer / rtf & sne

As Rei started dissecting a chicken wing he felt a little bad for his actions, but he really couldn’t be bothered with doing much work since he hadn’t been sleeping well and was nursing a hangover. With the last bite safely swallowed, Rei grabbed a few biscuits to go and headed back to his classroom. 

Knocking twice, the door opened to reveal Rei. He lifted the small bundle in his left hand. “I brought some biscuits, want one?” 

[ravnaeun]

After her date had gone... somewhere--she wasn't really sure--Naeun entertained herself with small talk and a few more glances admiration towards the Great Hall's elegance as she hung around the the Hall's entryway. The night wasn't completely over yet, she knew, with or without her date; the long walk back to bed remained.

The mere thought of walking back to Ravenclaw tower in her high heels during the minutes toward midnight was already exhausting. Looking up at the first flight of stairs she had to climb, she saw that many girls had simply just sat down or walked up with their shoes hanging on their fingers; the aching of her feet felt like fire as it screamed at her to take the high heels off and throw them into the nearest fireplace.

Naeun's dangerous thoughts towards her shoes were interrupted by a familiar voice and a warm smile. "I should say the same to you, but I suppose neither of us are alone now," she said, grinning at the older girl. She draped an arm over Choa's shoulders over-dramatically before resting her head on the other girl's shoulder. "You should carry me back to Ravenclaw tower."

[BT] Lights Will Guide You Home || Cat vs Naeun

Even though she hand’t been asked by anyone to the Masquerade Ball, it didn’t stop Choa from attending. She didn’t need some sort of date to accompany her in order to have fun. She could do so simply with a couple of friends, partying the night out.

After doing just as she planned to do she was downright exhausted. The fact that she’d been wearing heels all night didn’t quite help her case as her tiny feet ached, begging for a break from the beatiful yet painful pair of black stilettos she’d chosen to wear.Giving a few goodbyes here and there she’s ready to make her way back to her room, that is, until she spotted the familiar younger from across the room.

She knew Naeun would be attending the Ball, but with the younger’s precious looks she thought she’d be accompanied by someone. Not noticing anyone around Choa quickly steps into action, dashing through the room until she found herself only steps away from the girl. ‘’Pretty ladies like yourself should not be wandering around alone you know.’’ She cooed softly, her lips curving into the warmest of smiles.

[ravnaeun]

naeun + hands

[ravnaeun]

Krystal twists stray lengths of dark hair around her finger and brushes them back. Brown orbs are rubbed under heavy eyelids through the openings for eyes of her silver mask as a frown materializes upon her lips. With soft steps, she migrates once again, almost religiously, blood surging through her veins. And then, the rush of breath, the flood of displaced air! In her compulsory idleness, she turns to identify who she had unwittingly elbowed, the beginnings of an apology pushing against a closed mouth The curvature of her lips changes upon the recognition of Naeun, whose incisive elegance, not to be confused with presumption, completely and utterly melts Krystal’s bones. Her breath a poem, her eyes the ocean, she drives her mind into the abyss where friendship had once grown, modestly parting her lips and allowing syllables to pour from her tongue. Even in artlessness it happened: the actualization of light, of affinity. “Hey, sorry, wasn’t looking,” Slim fingers fumble to lace together. A chance was taken, in the subtle kind of way. “How are you, by the way?"

The lights and glamour of the Great Hall--the whole event, really--was not something unfamiliar to Naeun; though she couldn't say that she wasn't enjoying herself as she weaved through the crowds at the edge of the dance floor. The sleek suits and glittering dresses of all colors brought back memories of the fashion shows she'd often frequented as a child, while  the music reminded her of the many theaters and symphonies she'd enjoyed. Everything in the Great Hall had hints of the home she so loved, and she found contentment in every whispered hello and step to the three-beat waltz.

It was in her fascination toward the unmelting ice sculpture that Naeun found herself smiling and walking through the crowds, only half-thinking; fabrics she usually would've been able to place simply brushed by and coherent words sounded like a buzz that passed between one ear to another. It was with the jab of an elbow to her arm that voice focused and her eyes moved from the ice to a girl of warm cheeks and memories of her favorite place in New York. "Krystal," she said as if testing the name--one she had not said in far too long--on her tongue. A polite smile raised the corners of her lips as she surveyed the girl with from head to toe, trying to notice what had changed since their days before Hogwarts. "No need to apologize. It's okay. I wasn't really looking either and um... I'm okay too, I guess." She shrugged. Memories seeped from the corners of her mind; memories of days in Central Park, braids and pigtails, and running around the apartment returned to her--faint memories in comparison to those she had of clothes and music, but they created a sort of longing inside her. "Hogwarts is Hogwarts, and well, you know that, right? How are you?"

advice to little girls,

Somewhere in the depths of the Great Hall, where the dregs of intimacy are perpetually being shaken together, a girl, walking gingerly through crevices formed by full human bodies, drew back near the side of the room, held her dress aside, and watched the feet of those who danced, frisked, reveled and rollicked. Krystal knew not why she had attended the ball to begin with, for in spite of her adoration for dance, large crowds alarmed her in such a way that she could not put her finger on. Still, she admires the people, the twist of the foot, the pulling of scarlet hips. It was a party, which pertained to an atmosphere almost definitive of itself. Light manipulates shadows, the sighs of cloth gliding through air sounding as girls dip and spin.

[ravnaeun]

She placed a hand on his shoulder as he guided her around the dance floor. She kept her eyes trained on his, though she still managed to catch glances from others as they swayed to the three-beat of whatever song was playing. Her lips parted with a soft laugh as she was twirled in his arms; the fabrics of her dress caught the light, and she imagined they looked like a scene out of a fairy tale.

Years of practice in the art of ballroom dancing familiarized Naeun to all the lifts, spins, and turns there could ever be, but still, she lost her balance ever so slightly as he lowered her to a dip.  A light blush of pink peeking out from beneath her mask, she smiled as she straightened herself up. "You, professor, are kind for offering me a dance. And I must admit that you're much better at this than most boys I've danced with. Did you spend all those months away becoming a master of the waltz?"

la belle / s & sne

He took the small of her hand in his, guiding her with effortless grace into the center of the dance floor. His eyes, dark as the Russian skies, held hers in a steady gaze as he moved with the lulls of the waltz. “Hm, I suppose.” He shrugged his shoulder dismissively, a lazy smile playing on his lips as he twirled her in his arms – hands where it should belong, never more and never less. "But tell me, my dear child." He whispered softly as he dipped her as the music dictated their movements, like a puppeteer and its toys, "whence have I claimed myself kind?" Shamaal offered the smile tinted with the barest hint of playfulness, the dimmest stars of mirth in his eyes. She was small in his arms and her dress swayed like the dance of fairies on the dance floor. Her movement fluid – and he was sure she had had her portion of dances, unlike someone else whose clumsy dance movements never failed to endear him.

[ravnaeun]

Stepping onto the dance floor alone was sort of an experience for Naeun as she could very well be setting herself up for embarrassment if no one came up to her for a dance. What if she ended up simply walking across the Hall without even an offer of a dance? What if she tripped? She sucked in breath as she walked past a couple dancing, and she started thinking that maybe this wasn't a very good idea. Still, she was fairly surprised (but not as much as she was pleased), when a man bowed in front of her. A smile graced her lips as she nodded, responding a soft "Of course."

She noticed the faintest scent of wine on the man and wondered if such beverages were even allowed at the ball. Maybe it was prohibited for students but not so much for teachers. Even under a mask and the months she had not seen him, Naeun did not fail to recognize the presence the man carried with him. "But Professor," she started, offering her hand to him. "How kind of you to offer a dance, yet you are cruel as you keep your wine to yourself. Still, shall we?" Her smile remained as she nodded towards the dance floor.

la belle / s & sne

He had been ask to supervise the ball, every teacher had their own hours to hold, it seemed. And he didn’t need to question the policy, after all, it would be rather unfair to have just the students enjoying this lavish event all to themselves. Sometimes, teachers too, would like to unwind. He downed the rest of the champagne in his hand before poofing it out of sight. Maybe it was slightly out of character for him, to perform magic so blatantly, so brazenly. But again, tonight he intended to unspool himself from all the mold that he was forced to played into as a teacher character. That was when he spotted a lone little girl, stepping up into the dance floor. And he wondered why someone hadn’t held her hand, why she was all alone when everyone had had a partner by their side. He wasn’t quite sure if it’s the wine or the music, or simply because he wanted to dance – he hadn’t danced ever since the departure of the lovely Miss Ema, he missed her terribly if he’s allowed to speak so honestly – but he stepped right into the dance floor and bowed in front of her. “If I may be humored with a dance, M’lady?

[ravnaeun]

la belle / — & sne

Naeun grew up with the parties, dances, and balls of high society. Hogwarts was no Upper East New York, but the news of the Masquerade Ball had the girl immediately writing her mother for the dress and shoes that the woman had often insisted on having her bring to Hogwarts “just in case.” It was with those things that she entered the lavishly decorated Great Hall. Immediately, she was in her element, with her head held high, eyes bright under the mask, and a smile on her lips, as she walked to the equally lavish table of food.

Okay, so yes, Naeun likes dressing up once in a while, but she was the type to simply watch a party as it happened for a little while, sometimes waving at familiar faces and making small talk but still somewhere off to the side. As Myungsoo seemed nowhere to be found (yet), she entertained herself with a small plate of food and swayed to the music as she tried figuring out who was who under their masks. Her back against the wall started hurting after a while and she didn’t pretty herself up for nothing; as a faster paced song came on, she found herself setting her plate aside and walking towards the dance floor.

[ravnaeun]

If her cheeks could've reddened any more than they already had, they probably would've. A million thoughts rushed to her mind as he slipped her hand into his and pulled her along with him. Even as she sat down, letting go of his hands, the possibilities of having clammy palms and callused fingers--neither of which she had--worried her. Naeun merely nodded as she listened to his instructions, but froze. His PALM (!!!!) is on my CHEEK!!!! she thought.

Her thoughts were short-lived when she was left alone, with only papers and the light of candles burning away to accompany her. Sighing as she picked up a quill and her first assignment to grade, she wondered if she should've brought food up for the professor. Then again, she wasn't really sure about what he liked. Or much else about him. "Punished?" she mused to herself, carefully writing out a T on the paper in front of her. "Hm, isn't grading papers punishment enough?" Humming to herself, Naeun let herself get lost in the ink and parchment--it would take more than a simple "hello" even from the professor to take her attention.

one step closer / rtf & sne

She was cute, he almost felt bad for using her. With a lazy smirk Rei slipped his hand into hers and lead her over to his desk. He nudged the chair and guided Naeun into it. Rei sat on the desk and quickly flipped through the papers to hers and flashed the grade: S.

"What I need you to do is check for spelling mistakes and mark them; If you can’t read the handwriting just skip it and I’ll take care of it when I get back."  Rei’s hand cupped Naeun’s cheek, with a wink the Professor got onto his feet.

"I’ll be back soon, I haven’t had supper. I trust I’m leaving my room in good hands. If even one book is out of place I’ll have to punish you and I’m sure you wouldn’t want that." Rei saluted and sauntered out the door, a grin befitting a fox on his lips.