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carewyncromwell · 2 years ago

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“You can paint me any color,

And I can be your clown,

But you ain’t got my number --

No, you can’t pin me down!”

~“Can’t Pin Me Down” by Marina and the Diamonds

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includes references to Adelia Selwyn @thatravenpuffwitch; Atticus Grimsley and Montelimar Bloom @cursebreakerfarrier; Orla Atkinson @nightmaresart; Io Gordon @drinkyoursoupbitch; and Siyana Devonshire @dat-silvers-girl! 💚

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Aesop Sharp was not a man completely devoid of patience. One truly couldn’t hope to teach anyone -- or even to stay sane, dealing with students like Garreth Weasley on the regular -- if they didn’t have a little of it. But when it came to dealing with fifth year Slytherin Jackson Knightly, Sharp found himself incredibly frustrated.

Jackson had been a late arrival to Potions class when he arrived at Hogwarts for his second year, just like one of Sharp’s personal favorite students, fellow Slytherin Adelia Selwyn. Unlike his best friend, though, Jackson was not at all attuned to Potions. Not only was he enough of a troublemaker that he was perfectly willing to smuggle ingredients to the likes of Garreth Weasley on a whim, he very frequently neglected to take brews off the fire before they exploded or forgot crucial steps in the middle of brewing. Sharp would frequently remind Jackson to stop daydreaming in class (which he was very prone to do), but rather than it snapping the boy back to any sort of attention or making him reflect on doing better, he would almost inevitably lose focus again, not long after Sharp moved on. And the last thing Aesop Sharp wanted to be was a bloody nanny.

When Sharp spoke to his colleague and Slytherin’s Head of House, Abraham Ronen, about his frustrations, Ronen merely laughed.

“Ah, Aesop,” he said jovially, “you have not taught students as long as I have. Young Jackson’s behavior is truly nothing out of the ordinary. Many a student has found themselves more able to focus on those things they have personal investment in over those things that don’t spark their imagination. I would think a fellow Slytherin alumnus such as yourself would be very attuned to that.”

“I am already very well aware of how much Mr. Knightly prefers your teaching style to mine,” said Sharp very coolly. “He is definitely your kind of student. But I am not about to start playing Gobstones with bottles of Shrinking Solution just to try to earn a single student’s favor -- and Mr. Knightly should learn to see the value in all of his classes, however lacking of entertainment he may find them to be.”

Ronen gave Sharp a pat to the shoulder. “Of course. It behooves him, and all of our students, to learn how to work well with a wide array of people. But you know, even we professors need to re-learn that too, once in a while...sometimes through students we find challenging to teach.”

A flicker of amusement seemed to dance in the older man’s eye.

“You say Jackson is my kind of student -- and yes, for certain he is. Talented, amiable, excitable, curious...incredibly witty, and yet surprisingly sensitive -- I’d say Eleazar and Madam Kogawa are just as fond of the boy as I am, and they’re not even his Head of House! But truly, I think you might find Jackson’s a very promising student in his own way...perhaps even in your class. Why, if even Atticus Grimsley can find it in his heart to like Jackson as a student, despite all the trouble he gets up to outside of class, surely you could.”

Sharp was skeptical of this thought process until the day following the invigorating Quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor that spring. The Potionsmaster himself had not been present at the Pitch -- he’d had much more pressing matters to research in the Hogwarts library -- but he heard the school matron, Noreen Blainey, complaining to Ronen about it the following morning at breakfast.

“ -- poor boy got that hexed Bludger straight to the face, Professor! It broke his nose in five places! And yet he’s absolutely refused to come to me for treatment!”

“Jackson seems to be doing better now, Madam,” Ronen tried to soothe her, but she wasn’t having any of it.

“Only because he’s off brewing his own Wiggenweld Potions to mask the damage! He barely avoided getting knocked unconscious! That damage undoubtedly went below the surface. And yet somehow Mr. Knightly managed to slip right out from under everyone in the stands before they could send him to me, polished himself up, and now he’s cheerfully acting like he’s fine, despite barely being able to see straight!”

Ronen frowned. “Hm...perhaps I can convince Jackson to get a full physical exam. I’m certain if we emphasize our concern for his well-being -- ”

“Concern!” scoffed the nurse. “Unlikely! That boy wouldn’t even come to me for help when he got burned by Streeler venom, Professor. He’s almost as stubborn as Aesop Sharp, when it comes to accepting professional Healing advice...”

Sharp couldn’t help but cock his eyebrows very coolly at that, but ultimately chose not to join the conversation. It had made some gears turn in his head as it was, so he decided to dwell on the matter alone over breakfast.

Jackson Knightly brewing his own Wiggenweld Potions? Now that seemed thoroughly unlikely. Knightly had never been so competent to brew a potion he could safely ingest without proper oversight. It had to have been Miss Selwyn who helped him with it -- or perhaps Montelimar Bloom: the Ravenclaw did have a tendency to come to Jackson’s rescue, when he was in trouble. Even Bloom’s best friend Orla Atkinson was well known at being talented with healing magic...

Sharp’s eyes flitted over to the Slytherin table absently. He could see Adelia Selwyn and Jackson’s dormmates, Ominis Gaunt and Sebastian Sallow, sitting there -- even Gryffindor’s Beater, Io Gordon, had apparently left her own table to go over and talk to Adelia -- but no Jackson Knightly...

His left eyebrow raising with interest, Sharp sidled to his feet carefully, before trudging out of the Great Hall and back toward the stairs leading down to the dungeons.

Blasted leg, Sharp cursed inwardly. His lack of agility would never not irritate the ex-Auror -- he would’ve loved it if he could just Apparate up and down to different floors without climbing so many damned stairs, but the magic within the school’s walls was far too powerful to allow for that.

Eventually, though, Sharp did make it back to his classroom -- and as soon as he arrived, his sharp ears immediately perked up when he picked out the distinctive sound of something bubbling in a cauldron.

Well, that could easily end in disaster, being attempted by the wrong student.

The image of Garreth Weasley blowing up his third potion that month rippled over Sharp’s mind.

Reflecting back on his old stealth training, the ex-Auror sidled into the classroom as quietly as he possibly could with his clunky leg, easing the door open so carefully that it didn’t give the slightest creak. When his eyes landed on the workstation being used, however, Sharp was a bit startled by what he found.

It was indeed Jackson Knightly. But rather than being in the company of someone helping him, he was working completely on his own, his back to Sharp as he counted out three -- four -- five lionfish spines, and then dropped them one by one into the cauldron. He kept glancing at the potion off-and-on, humming something absently, as he poured himself a cup of tea from a nearby teapot and mixed in some sugar. Once the potion had turned yellow, he tossed in five more spines, as well as some flobberworm mucus. Then Jackson sipped his tea, still humming absently, as he watched the potion turn purple.

Sharp stood in the door frame, his arms crossed, as he silently watched Jackson work. The Slytherin was in his own little world during the entire process -- eating toast, drinking tea, and even reading out of a tiny book that couldn’t possibly be for Potions while waiting for certain reactions to take place -- but he still did every step perfectly, all seemingly from memory. There were definitely points, though, where Jackson had to pause in the middle, close his eyes, and massage his temple as he took deep breaths -- clearly his head was still hurting him.

Sharp didn’t make himself known until Jackson took the potion off the fire at last. Once the potion had started to cool, he actually brought his hands together in a slow clap.

Jackson looked up, startled, as Sharp approached.

“A perfectly brewed Wiggenweld Potion,” said the Potionsmaster.

Despite being taken aback by his sudden audience, Jackson very quickly put on a big grin and gave a sweeping bow.

“To earn a ‘perfect’ assessment from you is high praise indeed, Master Sharp,” the fifteen-year-old said with a dashing smirk.

“Indeed,” Sharp said airily. “I would hardly have believed it of you, if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.”

The professor’s brows were raised high over his eyes as he considered Jackson a bit more carefully. There wasn’t any cosmetic damage to his face -- but true to what the school matron had said, Jackson’s blue eyes looked slightly unfocused and lacking of light. That lack of consciousness was something Sharp recognized immediately as indicative of a mild head injury.

“...You should take a seat,” Sharp said lowly. “Ingesting anything is best done in a seated position.”

Jackson gave a laugh. “Not when one is drinking one of these on the Dueling Field! My dear Lala -- Orla Atkinson, you know -- she gets competitive enough as it is. If I took the time to sit down and have fairy cakes with my potions, I reckon I’d have to ingest even more of both, once she was done with me!”

The brown-haired boy acted as flippant as ever as he wandered around the table to fetch his teacup. He played off the slight stumble in his step, as well as the slight clumsiness to his settling himself down on the edge of his workstation. Carefully ladling some of his finished potion out of his cauldron and into his half-finished tea, he then gave a long sip from the cup, exhaling lowly as he lowered the ladle and rubbed his temple. Then he plastered a smile back on as he addressed Sharp.

“Would you care for some tea yourself, Professor?” asked Jackson politely. “I borrowed the recipe from my sweetest little unicorn, Miss Devonshire, and it really is sublime...”

“No, thank you,” said Sharp.

“Oh, come now!” Jackson egged him on. “It’s still early morning -- I would think a cup of masala chai would be a good way to start the day off right.”

Sharp cocked an eyebrow. “Perhaps it would -- if it were being enjoyed in the Great Hall, with the rest of one’s breakfast. But you seem to have neglected that.”

Jackson shrugged.

“Wasn’t feeling quite my best,” he said offhandedly. “But no matter -- I’ll be feeling right as rain, with a bit more of this -- ”

He ladled some more of the Wiggenweld Potion into his teacup. Sharp’s lips knit together.

“It might take a stronger potion than that to deal with the aftermaths of a concussion, young man.”

Jackson’s smile flickered ever-so-slightly as Sharp sidled clumsily across the room over to his desk.

“Oh, it -- it’s not nearly as bad as all that,” said Jackson, trying to keep the smile on despite how weak it suddenly seemed. He put down his teacup on the tray at his workstation. “I’ve dealt with far worse than this. Broken bones, glass embedded in my feet, Streeler venom...even got thrown head-first into a stone wall once, and I’m still standing! Dare I say, perhaps better than ever!”

His mouth spread into a brighter white smile. The Slytherin boy’s voice strangely didn’t come across as arrogant or blustering, however -- instead, it seemed almost reassuring: as if he wanted to comfort his professor so he wouldn’t worry.

Sharp, however, was blunt in his response.

“You may dispense with the pretenses, Knightly -- you’re not as good of an actor as you think you are.”

Jackson actually couldn’t help but pout at this.

“Bad form, sir,” he said rather coolly. “Insult my potionmaking, by all means, but to insult my performance ability overall? That is supremely ungentlemanly.”

Sharp actually couldn’t bite back a small smirk of his own. “I have been called worse things.”

Once he eased himself down in his chair, Sharp rested his hands on his desk, clasping them together as he regarded Jackson with a more serious expression.

“...You seem to know this particular brew quite well, to recall all of the steps from memory.”

The professor’s eyes flitted down to the book left open at Jackson’s station. As he’d thought, it wasn’t a book of Potions notes -- it instead seemed to be a book of poetry, judging by the few words he could make out upside down.

Jackson gave another shrug and offhand smile. “Well, as they say, practice makes perfect.”

“Indeed -- for you to brew it so well, it’s clear you’ve practiced quite frequently. Undoubtedly out of a necessity for it.”

Jackson’s dashing white smile became a bit cheekier. “What can I say? Trouble is a friend I run into quite often.”

“I’m well aware,” said Sharp coolly.

He paused. Then, after a moment, he said stridently,

“For the injury you’ve sustained, however, I do not think a Wiggenweld Potion alone would heal the damage.”

Jackson opened his mouth as if to speak, but Sharp cut him off.

“And since it’s rather obvious that you don’t wish a Healer’s input on what treatment would be suitable...allow me to, at the very least, give you some advice on what potion would be a better solution.”

The Potions professor eased himself up and out of his chair, awkwardly stomping over to his own station at the head of the class.

“Follow me,” he said brusquely.

Startled, Jackson got to his feet. He was frozen for only a moment, before he’d hurriedly rushed over to walk right alongside Sharp like a shadow. When Sharp reached his station, Jackson’s focus was abruptly drawn to the other side of the room.

“Your attention, please, Kn -- ”

Before Sharp could finish, though, Jackson had flung out his hand, and in an instant, the closest stool had glided across the room and into his open hands.

Sharp’s mouth was left slightly open, as Jackson brought the stool right up behind his professor with a smile.

“Here, sir,” he said, his charming face betraying some genuine kindness. “Allow me.”

Sharp stared down at the fifteen-year-old boy. Then he very quickly cleared his throat.

“...Ahem -- yes. Thank you.”

He sat down on the stool. Jackson then summoned one wandlessly for himself and positioned it next to Sharp’s.

“How long have you been able to summon things without a wand?” asked Sharp.

Jackson smiled brightly. “Quite a while, actually -- since I was ten, at least. Maybe even nine. I was right on the cusp when I first learned I had magic, you see. I’m not quite as good at wandless Charms as I am with Transfiguration, though -- conjuring flowers and doves is what I did most, in those days...”

Sharp’s eyebrows were rather high as he took this in.

“I know it can be kind of dangerous, to not use a wand to channel your magic,” Jackson said amiably. “Professor Weasley’s warned me of that, a few times, what with the risk of becoming an Obscurus and all. But...well, I was solely among Muggles, back then. Didn’t exactly have the means to go out and buy myself a proper wand, let alone any spellbooks. Truth be told, I....didn’t even own a wand until I returned to Britain, in time for my second year at Hogwarts. And truly, I am very fond of my wand -- she’s a most lovely thing. I just sometimes fall back on old habits.”

Wandless magic at only nine years old? Not only that, but wandless conjuration -- one of the most difficult branches of Transfiguration, largely set aside for students approaching the NEWT level? Despite himself, Sharp was actually rather impressed.

“...Hm. Well...if you can muster up the proper attention span, you could always speak to Professor Onai about such things. Uagadou is well known for teaching its students the art of wandless magic.”

Sharp turned to his station.

“Now, then -- watch closely. This brew is called the Syrup of Asphodel. It’s actually rather simple in its ingredients, but you will have to grind the asphodel root down to a fine powder and mix everything in just the right order, for it to be effective...”

Sharp stopped talking and set to work straight away. In the beginning, he could sense Jackson watching him -- before long, though, the boy once again seemed to drift off, his eyes gliding away toward the far corner of the room.

“Pay attention, Knightly,” said Sharp. “I don’t intend to demonstrate this twice.”

“My apologies, sir,” said Jackson.

Despite this, though, his blue eyes once again were drawn to the unfinished tea service at his station.

“...Sir?”

“What is it?”

“Are you quite sure you wouldn’t like a cup of tea? I should think the potionmaking process would be a lot more enjoyable, if one partook in some tea in the midst of it...”

“I’m in no need of distractions, Mr. Knightly,” said Sharp airily, “and truthfully, neither are you. You get distracted enough in my class without adding a pot of tea to the mix.”

Jackson frowned slightly.

“Perhaps...” he granted. “But you said yourself that I brewed a perfect Wiggenweld Potion, while I was indulging in just such a cup of tea. And reading some lovely poems, for that matter.”

Sharp paused in his work to glance at Jackson out the side of his eye. The fifteen-year-old had taken out his wand and used it to levitate the tea service a bit more gently over to a table closer by.

“Forgive my impertinence, Professor,” said the Slytherin teenager as he got up and started fussing with his tea set, while still glancing over his shoulder toward Sharp at his station, “but for me, such ‘distractions’ as you call them are not a hindrance. My mind is prone to wander, as you know -- ”

Sharp gave a low, amused snort at the gross understatement.

“ -- but one thing that prevents that, for me, is constant action,” Jackson pressed on, unabashed. “Channeling my energy into physical activity -- even if it’s simply indulging in a cup of tea or parsing through works of Edgar Allan Poe -- ”

He summoned the book of poetry over to him with another wave of his wand, opening it to a certain page and perusing it before he returned his focus to Sharp’s station again.

“ -- I suppose it anchors me in the here and now, as it were. It gives me a reason to stay here, on the ground -- multiple reasons, in fact, all of which interest me. Whereas such austere silence -- complete stillness and undivided focus...it makes my mind restless. Like a dog being asked to walk around on two legs. It feels unnatural -- makes me prone to twitch about, just to try to get comfortable. And sooner or later, whoosh -- off I go toward a more exciting daydream, and all focus is gone.”

Massaging his sore temple a bit more with one hand, Jackson nonetheless beamed over his shoulder at Sharp.

“I confess -- it saddens me greatly that I lose my focus so easily in your class. You do so seem to love your subject.”

“How kind,” Sharp said coolly. With a tired sigh, he said, “Very well. I shall continue my work on this potion, while you do whatever you feel you must, to stay engaged. But as I said, I have no intention of demonstrating this twice -- so if your method of ‘anchoring’ yourself proves ineffective in helping you internalize my lesson, then that’s solely on your own head.”

Jackson grinned. “Understood, sir.”

And so Sharp continued brewing his potion. As he did, he could once again feel Jackson’s eyes on him, though rather intermittently, since the boy was also rifling through the book of poems, cleaning out spare potion bottles with his wand, and brewing a fresh pot of tea as he watched. At some points, Jackson even asked questions -- good ones, to Sharp’s surprise.

“When doubling such a recipe, would one simply double the ingredients, or just the amount of salt water? If one considers the potential for asphodel poisoning.”

“You would add a pinch more root for every three drops of salt water,” Sharp answered.

“And the best way to safely amplify the potion’s effects?”

“Add a half cup of dittany. It’s a resilient enough plant to not curdle in the face of asphodel when mixed in, and yet it’s soothing enough to not actively conflict with its effects.”

Jackson looked thoughtful. “Hm...would a pinch of ginger not conflict? Ginger’s supposed to be good for one’s digestion -- it might help make the tonic a bit more palatable.”

Sharp glanced back at Jackson over his shoulder with some interest.

“...Not a bad suggestion,” he said.

After a few minutes, Sharp finished off the potion and began to empty the contents of his cauldron into a vial. As he did, Jackson dropped off the second of the cups of tea he’d poured out down on Sharp's desk, not far away from the station he was working at.

“Here you are, sir,” he said politely.

“And there you are,” Sharp said crisply. With the potion vial full, he held it out for Jackson to take. “Syrup of Asphodel -- made up of nothing but salt water and, as one can expect, powdered root of asphodel. Do you remember how many drops of salt water one requires?”

“Three per dosage,” Jackson said promptly.

“And how many times did I stir this potion?” asked Sharp, as he lumbered back over to his desk.

Jackson considered this. He seemed to be counting in his own head.

“Let’s see...once when I sat down, twice before I lost focus -- three when I did. Four after I summoned the tray -- five, six...seven when I reread Lenore -- eight, nine...nine, yes, I believe it was nine?”

“Correct,” said Sharp. He placed his hand down on the desk so as to ease himself down into his chair. “Clockwise or counterclockwise?”

Jackson’s eyes drifted up toward the ceiling thoughtfully. “...All clockwise except for the first and last two.”

“Very good,” said Sharp, and indeed, he did sound rather pleased. “It seems there truly is a method to get you to pay attention to my lessons.”

Jackson grinned that bit more mischievously. “Glad to hear you’ll be more indulgent of me inviting my friend Lord Byron to class with me in the future, Professor!”

“Don’t push your luck,” Sharp said airily. “I’m still not thoroughly convinced this wasn’t some sort of practical joke on your part.”

His impish grin spreading that bit more, Jackson brought the vial up to his lips and downed its contents. Within seconds, he shuddered, but the breath he exhaled was full to the brim with relief and relaxation.

“...Ahhh...” he sighed happily as he brought a hand up to his forehead. “Oh, that does feel better...”

Sharp nodded in satisfaction. “Good to hear it.”

Jackson washed the potion down with the rest of his tea before turning to Sharp with a visibly more relaxed smile.

“Thank you for your time, sir,” he said. “And your lesson -- they’re both greatly appreciated.”

“You’re welcome,” said Sharp. “Now don’t you have some other lessons to get to? One thing I’ve learned is that however poor one’s health may be, one can’t easily justify not going to class, if he intends to not rest in the Hospital Wing.”

Jackson laughed. “No, I jolly well suppose not.”

Sharp indicated the door with a nod of his head. “Off you go, then.”

As Jackson made as if to go, though, he paused in the door frame and looked back with an odd, almost compassionate expression.

“...Sir, I really think you should try the chai,” he said gently. “Miss Devonshire recommended it to me for pain relief. Muggle remedy it might be...I would think it still might soothe some of the pain in your leg.”

Sharp paused. His dark eyes flitted down to the cup of tea in front of him to back up at the kindly boy in his door frame.

Then, very slowly, the Potions professor’s gaze seemed to lose some of its edge. It made his features look much less critical than before, though no less discerning.

“...Mm. I see.”

Sharp gave Jackson a muted incline of his head.

“...Thank you.”

Jackson’s face spread into a bright, charming white grin as he swept out of the room and back up the stairs at a run. Sharp himself also found himself smirking ever-so-slightly once he’d disappeared from view.

Jackson Knightly was certainly not his type of student -- but, Sharp had to admit as he picked up the cup of masala chai and silently enjoyed the soothing scent and taste of the brew -- he was a promising one, all the same. So long as he actually applied himself properly.

#hphl #my writing #jackson knightly #aesop sharp #abraham ronen #adelia selwyn #orla atkinson #montelimar bloom #siyana devonshire #io gordon #my fanfiction #oh my gosh yay I actually got to write some jackson content?!#I've missed my showman boy #yes jackson has undiagnosed ADHD #so moving around and keeping his hands and feet busy tends to help him with remembering things #even just reading things aloud helps him study #jackson and my other legacy era kids aren't 'mc' from the game just for the record #they just live in that era but won't follow any of the game's story #so yeah if you want your kids to interact with them it should be easy since they'll be doing their own thing outside the canon story

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postmodernbeing · 2 years ago

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𝕺𝖚𝖗 𝕾𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 - Chapter III

𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Ominis Gaunt x Female Reader (fluff, the slowest of burns and angst but not really because I’m too soft for that. Also, the plot is plotting, so be patient)

𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: It only takes a couple of weeks to make a routine for the cares Anne needs in the Hospital Wing. Although her physical state is improving progressively, night terrors haunt her dreams and worsen her mental stability. If only there was something or someone to help her. Someone that knows her. Oh, but there is. Can she reach out to him? Is he waiting on her? If she forgives him, will Sebastian ease her pain? Or he’ll hurt them all again?

𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 5,550 words.

✧❈Chapter 2 | Masterlist | Chapter 4❈✧

Chapter 3. Special Care

The Hospital Wing is run by its Matron, Noreen Blainey. In addition to her administrative tasks, she keeps an eye on every student that gets hospitalized. Reasons always vary, but never occurred to her that this year she’d be taking care of a girl so young with the aftereffects from a curse that powerful. It was truly shameful that anyone dared inflicting this much pain to someone this helpless, this innocent, a child, no less. Ms. Blainey empathetic yet firm personality helps her reading every situation her patients carry within themselves in order to make the best decisions for their recovery. But even being this professional, this experimented Matron, she can’t help but be touched by the circumstances around this child. They all can say Ms. Blainey spoiled Anne Sallow; she couldn’t care less! This girl needed her more than anyone in the whole castle. Quickly they came up with a routine discrete enough but effective so Anne could enjoy her return to Hogwarts at its fullest.

Anne would take the Floo Powder from the Slytherin common room to the Hospital Wing very early in the morning a couple of times each week. Ms. Blainey would be waiting for her with fresh and clean bandages in case cuts appeared in her skin and ointments for any inflammation or bruises. After registering the state of her vital signs, Ms. Sallow will have some obligatory vitamins so she’ll feels stronger in no time. Anne hates the taste but at least they're easy to ingest and help brightening her hair, bringing color to her cheeks and they also strengthen her nails and teeth. Overall, she felt and looked stronger since she was cursed. As a matter of fact, she rarely feels any physical pain at all, which is a great improvement. That, until she pushes herself too much when casting spells or riding her broom faster than usual. Certainly, there are still many things out of her reach. But Anne is smart and tries to be patient and gentle with herself. When frustration is too much, Ms. Blainey steps in offering her small pep talks, candies and affectionate words as reminders. The other day she even cleaned Anne’s hair with rosewater and braided it with small flowers. The only thing that doesn’t seem to improve are the dark circles under her eyes.

It's no secret that Anne has trouble sleeping, although at the end of her days she’s visibly tired from the curse. But alas, good rest won’t come to her for she constantly has nightmares about her uncle’s death by Sebastian’s wand. Only this time the images are gruesome and her twin looks visibly satisfied. After that, she often sees [Your Name] being hurt by the crucio curse -again, by Sebastian- and then, it’s the other way around. Both trapped on a maze that forces them to cast the curse on each other all over again, but they don’t seem to be able to escape no matter how many times they try. Other nights, is just Ominis on a very dark room speaking in parseltongue but his eyes shine with a very unsettling green light in them -someone casted the imperio curse on him- and now the snakes at his feet are coming for her. Sometimes she decides she doesn’t feel strong enough to face the night terrors and skips her resting time altogether.

The truth is that her roommates noticed her insomnia since the beginning, but they’re clueless to what to do and can’t even dare to ask her anything, they don’t know her that well. If only Sebastian was informed about Anne’s state. He would tell those roommates about the lullaby that their mother used to sing to them when nightmares appeared and how it still puts Anne to sleep if you sing it gentle enough. If he was allowed, he would leave a snack -an apple and a chocolate frog- at her nightstand so she can focus on the sweetness of it before trying to sleep again. Can’t hurt to add a glass of water too. If he could, he’d hug her while listening about her nightmare. Sebastian then would remind her that no one can hurt her, his brother will protect her even in dreams. How many times growing up, especially after their parents passing, he promised Anne “I’ll always be right beside you. We’re a team, two halves of a whole.”? But even if Sebastian knew about her recent bad dreams, he’s in no position to offer whatever they shared before for he’s the very fuel of her fears. That could only shatter the remaining pieces of their connection.

In any case, this week’s visit to the Hospital Wing has come to an end and Anne has decided to have breakfast with Poppy at the Greenhouses annex. That'll certainly comfort her for now.

Meanwhile Sebastian and you were watching the sunrise from the Transfiguration courtyard. Your body lay flat against the stone bench of the central fountain with your hands in your stomach while your head rested in Sebastian’s leg. This closeness became usual to both of you. You felt comfortable in each other’s warmth whilst knowing your relationship is entirely platonic. Like the brother you never had, like the sister he just lost. Recently you discovered that Sebastian simply expresses his affection and trust with this proximity that keeps only for his closest friends. Ominis would feel it himself but he’s just the opposite from Sebastian in that matter and asks him not to; it’s frankly comical.

- “What are you thinking?” – Sebastian asked while biting his breakfast and placing his free hand in your hair.

- “I’m just tired, Sebs.” – The words came out as a sigh more than a sound.

- “Really? You were the one that came up with the idea to watch the sunrise. You could go back to sleep but I’m guessing you won’t be in time for Charm’s. Where’s Ominis, by the way? He said he’d come right after me.”

- “Probably fell asleep again. And yeah, I mean, I’m not in need of sleep, it’s just… Ominis has been quite secretive with whatever happened with the Gaunt’s, I also have the feeling that Anne’s been avoiding me, which is ultimately bad for you. And I can’t shake off the thought of Headmaster Black watching every step I take when searching for evidence about the Lake.”

- “Hey, whoa. It’s only been two weeks into the school year. You’re pushing yourself too hard. As much as I appreciate your help with Anne, I’m aware when the time comes everything will come down to me.”- Sebastian gave you a smile that knows is code for ‘Take care of you for me’. You both gifted each other that gesture a lot during last holidays. – “You have no idea how much I’m grateful for Ominis and you for protecting me from myself.” – Now his smile fades and a tear falls in your cheek, you could tell he was hoping to tell you this long ago. As if the setting of the sunrise and dew drops took the sincerest words from your mouths.

The most natural thing to do was to quickly reach for his face and try to ease him. How is it that you see it until now? Darkness is still there in him; he’s fighting against it every waking moment. Does he dream about all the anger and shame still living inside? – “Oh, Sebastian. How I wish to pull the darkness out of you. The things I wouldn’t do.” – Beams of light suspended your silhouettes in this idyllic scenery; you both could as well be statues in the fountain. Sebastian felt the warmth of the sun all over his skin now shivering and blushing. His freckles are stars shining through his tears.

– “Thank you, Sebastian… for not giving up. For staying with me here. Thank you for choosing this very morning beside me over whatever that darkness could offer.”

- “Anytime.” – This time his smile is loud, colorful, innocent. You want to remember him this way. Whatever tomorrow brings, this is yours. You kneeled over the bench so you can hug Sebastian’s shoulders for you don’t want him to see your face when you confess:

- “Oh, sometimes I feel like Ominis and you are all I have left. I feel so guilty all the time, Sebastian. About Lodgok and Fig. Not a day passes by without me thinking about what I could’ve done to avoid their deaths. And the pressure of people’s expectations only makes it worst. Hell, I haven’t dared to step into the Map Chamber ever since that day. And as days fly by, I can’t even come up with an excuse for the Keepers for my absence. At the same time, I’m angry with them. Did someone cared to think about how I would feel with such responsibilities and demands? Every time I hear someone calls me the Hero of Hogwarts my stomach turns. I feel like a fraud. If anyone could see how frighten and tired I am, they’d know about it.”

Sebastian thinks is best not to speak now. H wants you to let everything out, he’ll prove you wrong later. For you’re the bravest, brightest, and most loyal witch he’ll ever know. Hero or not, that doesn’t change the quality of your character. You continued your confession:

– “Sometimes I sneak into Professor’s Fig office up in his classroom only to sit on his chair, I wonder the things he’d tell me to make me feel better. It eases me. But this weekend they took his stuff out and changed the lock. A new Professor is coming and I’m still not able to say goodbye to the things he used to own. I know it sounds silly, but he was my first friend here.” – Sebastian kept you in the hug rocking his hands from your head to you back as saying ‘There, there. I’m here for you’.

- “Now I understand what you meant earlier with the ‘pull the darkness out of you’. I wish you could see how unfair is that you speak of yourself like this.” – Sebastian held your face, still resisting looking at him. – “You were the one that taught me that I could be much more than my mistakes. Besides, as painful as this might sound, I don’t think there was a way to avoid their deaths. I do believe though, that they died fulfilling a purpose. Every day they chose to do the right thing, as dangerous as that could be. Don’t you think the extends of their convictions are admirable? Their lives have saved thousands. And yet, those sacrifices couldn’t change the world without the decisions you made before they lost their lives. It might sound cliché, but I swear this has given me comfort more times I care to remember: Things may not have a reason for happening the way they do yet they’re unchangeable and inevitable. There’s not other way around it, not even magic could prevent somethings from happening. All we can do is try our best everyday hoping some wounds heal as we avoid making new ones onto other people. Honestly, it pains me to see you drown in guilt when you weren’t the one that caused their deaths. You even brought all criminals to justice when nor the Ministry nor authorities did something about them in the first place. They chose to hurt all that people with every action they made, they should feel the guilt that consumes you.”

Quickly you understood what Sebastian tried to say, you can only imagine the regret he feels after, well… actually taking a life. You certainly don’t know how that feels. There was that Rookwood situation, but he surely brough that up to himself; your wand was only reflecting it, right? How odd, ‘murderer’ would be the last name you’d call your friend and yet you’re the first one to call yourself that for things that were out of your control. Now that you think about it, you were never scared of Sebastian. Instead, you were profoundly worried for him reaching the point of no return. Sometimes you still are, but he has proven himself every day. There’s a notion that quitting the things we know is an easy path once one learns what’s best, but nothing could be further from truth. Dark magic possesses an addictive power over it. Sebastian quitted right on time, right?

- “I’m sorry, Sebastian, I didn’t mean to trigger you this way, I…”

- “Don’t even mention it, I’m glad you decided to finally tell me. I knew there was something bottling up inside of you. Please, do indulge me with your thoughts more often. You tend to keep it all inside thinking that’ll protect me or Ominis, right? ...Well, stop. I ask you as a friend.”- There was a firm tone in Sebastian's petition, but that only could mean he cares so much for your wellbeing. Oh, you have no idea how much he cares.

You share one last embrace as the sun opens its way around arches and branches. Words have such an unfathomable importance when healing. You surely feel as if some of the pressure that asphyxiated you lifted from your shoulders. Meanwhile, the castle seems a bit sleepy yet; the rest of students are probably slowly getting ready not ready to head to the Great Hall for breakfast yet. That’s when you heard a familiar voice.

- “There you are guys. You know you’re the only students awake around this whole wing? It wasn’t difficult hearing you in the distance with such silence in the halls.” – Ominis made it! You’re inexplicably happy to see him and share this moment with him too. So, you laugh and run to him to hold him tighter than ever. Wait, no. This is the first time you hug him at all! – “Whoa, careful there.” – He’s all flustered but you don’t get to see him as you hided your face on his greyish Skytherin coat. His complexion feels different from all the ones you’ve known. Soft, slim, strong but far from imponent; this body of his feels exactly as you would’ve imagined. And his smell is most pleasant: wood tones, sober flowers, a slight breeze. Your body appears to respond to what your senses captured from him.

– “Is everything alright?”- Ominis is not sure how to reciprocate the squeeze.

- “Perfect, Ominis. Now please, I beg you… hold me.” - You hope he doesn't care for the insistance in your voice. Rather he quickly imitates the posture of your arms in your body and locks them both without questioning further. Sebastian had to join after a minute, it’s not usual that he gets to share a moment like this with his best friends. Although, now that he thinks about it, they could hug a lot more often from now on.

The rest of your spare time you three spend it sitting in the grass, telling the silliest jokes that made your stomachs and faces hurt while finishing the coldest toast and tea you've ever had. Sebastian then noticed you’re now late to Charms’ class. Since he was first to get going you took the chance to get closer to Ominis, still seated in the ground, and reaching for his ear you whispered:

- “Today is the day, my dear friend. Meet me right here after third period for breaking into you-know-where to you-know-what. We’ll find out the truth about the note we talked about.” – Ominis tried not to make a big fuzz out of it but his body definitely reacted to the sudden contact the same way as when you gave him the hug moments ago. Good thing he’s been blushing the whole time from the sun, he’s simply not used to this closeness; he expects you won’t notice. Except, sure, the moment you helped him getting on his feet you felt his skin sweat and shiver at your touch. “How odd, I’d never imagine he’d get this nervous about breaking into a professor’s chamber when we did far worst last year”, you thought to yourself inferring his reaction had to do with the deet you’re about to make. But really, unlike Sebastian, Ominis is just an awkward boy when it comes to physical things.

Speaking of which, Sebastian took a look to you both, wide smiling. When you interrogated him, he said:

- “I’m just glad we get to spend this much time together. Don’t we have the same classes this year?”

- “Hm, now that you mention it, our core and elective classes are the same. But I wanted to do something about our extra-curricular classes.”

- “Extra-curricular?!” – Both Sebastian and Ominis yelled in disbelief.

- “What? I thought it’d be nice taking all the opportunities the school offered.” – You showed them a small piece of papyrus with the classes for this year.

- “I swear, if I didn’t know you better, I’d never believe you have fun at all.” – Sebastian laughed.

- “I manage quite well, thank you.”

- “So just to be sure…” – Ominis added after jinxing the paper so it would turn its words into brail. – “We’re taking Charms, Defense Against Dark Arts, Flying, Herbology, Potions, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination AND Alchemy together? Give me a break, you see me in the common room every day. I have Sebastian sleeping next to me every night. Only [Your Name] is not there because of gender classifications…”

- “You know that not even that can stop me.”

- “…Bloody hell, we even spend time in the Undercroft. Don’t you have more friends?”

- “Plenty.” – You said unironically.

- “Not really.” – Answered Sebastian at the same time. – “Oh, but don’t forget we’re taking Magical Theory and Muggle Arts too.”

- “WE?” – Ominis is exasperated. – “I did not sign for that.”

- “Good thing you didn’t have to. Seems as she enlisted us the very first day.”

- “It’ll look chic in our curriculums.”

- “DO YOU SERIOUSLY EXPECT TO TAKE AND PASS ALL THOSE CLASSES?” - Ominis' getting exasperated.

- “No. As I did last year with my O.W.L.s I expect them to be all Outstanding.”

- “Sebastian, tell her she’ll collapse unless she stops.”

- “Ha ha, as if me warning her about anything was ever effective.”

- “Usually is the other way around, anyway.” – You pointed. - “Hey, if you guys won’t take those classes is fine. But you have this next week to drop them off. Tomorrow we’ll have the first class of Magical Theory. Apparently, the new Professor was attending some urgent matters with the Ministry and couldn’t start classes on time. As for Muggle Art, is more of a workshop if you will, less rigorous than other courses.”

You three kept going about your academic choices as you headed towards Professor Ronan’ classroom. It felt nice discussing as normal students for a change. You wondered if the rest of your classmates constantly made these kinds of jokes. Are their everyday activities far from darkness and danger? If you could, would you trade who you are? Impossible. Someone must do it, and as strange as it sounds, you have renewed energy to face the guilt and impotence. Things are going to change for the best. Together you’ll make sure of that.

A few hours later, the time for you and Ominis to meet at the Transfiguration courtyard arrived but you don’t show up on time. That’s unusual but your friend won’t panic. Except of course, half an hour passes and there’s no sign of you. He started to wonder if you changed you mind about involving him in this research. Do you think of him as uncapable? Unlikely. Do you want to protect him? That sounds more like you. Yet you’ve agreed on the opposite, which leaves him with this final question: Did something terrible happened to you? Now he’s nervous. No, that’s an understatement. He feels sick at this scenery of you being hurt. Suddenly, someone pulls him out of his thoughts.

- “You’re Ominis Gaunt, right?” – He recognized the voice of Garreth Weasley and Ominis made a wry face immediately. Not that they’re enemies but certainly he can’t remember having a real conversation with him and adding his reputation, Ominis decided he was a poor influence after the troubles he made you endure during Professor Sharp’s class last year. In conclusion: not a fan. That’s why he doesn’t stop his tongue from its rudeness when answering:

- “What is it, Weasley? Can I help you or you’re just stating the obvious?”

- “Easy now, I’m just making a special delivery.” – He then put a small paper in Ominis’ hands. It’s jinxed with the brail he’s used to read.

“Meet me at our special room. Plan just changed. I’ll explain later. ‘This is me protecting you all.’ [Your Initials]”

Ominis recognized his own words. He told you that exact line when he tried to discourage you from knowing what happened at the Gaunt’s during holidays; a conversation only both of you know about. You guessed it right that he’d doubt of your messenger. Nonetheless, those were your initials, there’s no question. Assuming you wrote that, now you want to see him at the Room of Requirements? That’s farther away from Madame Kogawa’s chambers, unfortunately he has no other option than to make his way there as it seems you won’t appear around here. When he's finally in the right place, and before he can open his mouth, you pull him inside leading him where it smells as herbs boiling and sounds exactly as the potions stations in Sharp’s classroom.

- “Before you say anything I needed to bring you somewhere safe from prying eyes or ears. Something happened before we arrived at Charm’s class this morning, and since we were late we couldn’t know about it, so Natty told me during the session… Black came in saying they’re now making arbitrary inspections on our wands.”

- “What do you mean? Is that even possible?”

- “Apparently. That got Garreth on serious troubles. When he met you, he was on his way to detention, actually. Natty said it was like reading a criminal’s record: a list was casted from his wand and it read itself in front of everyone. She said they doubt even his aunt’s influence would save him from this one. Nothing of dark magic, but still…”

- “Then, is Black allowed to forbid certain spells apart from the unforgivable curses?”

- “I don’t think so. But he wasn’t allowed to cancel quidditch and that didn’t stop him.”

- “We could report him just like Madame Kogawa did. Stop this foolery he calls supervision. It’s plain espionage. What are we doing now?”

- “Oh, we’re still breaking in. I have plenty more reasons now to know about Kogawa’s experiences and whatever documents she keeps. But we’re doing it properly.” – You then gave him a warm flask that smelled just like the rest of the room. – “I just hope with all this rushing the potion is ready.”

- “What are you giving me exactly?”

- “We, Natty included, are drinking this invisibility potion. She knows how to cast magic without a wand, so there’s no way to track her. She’s alohomor-ing that door while guarding the entrance and we’re getting inside to search for the documents Kogawa presented to the Ministry or, if she’s responsible of the other notes I hope we may find something that gives us enough information to earn her trust. As barging.”

- “What if she’s not the one making the notes?”

- “I suppose at least we’ll be closer to the truth.”

Everything happens so quickly. Since the potion originally takes a lot more time, you’re aware the effects will wear off sooner. The instant you’re inside, Ominis accio-ed the whole room, yet you knew spells won’t work this time. - “We’ll have to make it à la muggle.” -, you said. A few moments later, Kogawa’s desk was utterly messed up until you did find the very same note Professor Omai had. Except this time, it was specifically remitted to Kogawa. Something between the lines: “It’s clear that Black is trying to punish you. As professors we must unite efforts for our students and Hogwarts autonomy. The Minister can’t keep getting away with these games.”

- “I might be even more confused now. Is the Ministry making all these changes?”

- “To be fair, our Headmaster is insufferable but not bright enough to prohibit magic altogether. Not without protection or a plan. Makes sense once you think about it.” – Ominis pointed and swiftly added. – “I think I might have found something else…” He then handed you an open notebook, the pages he showed you were totally blank.

- “Um, I’m sorry Ominis, I don’t think I follow. There’s nothing written on them.”

- “Oh, is that so? I should have guessed. Except… I feel the words. I can only assume that Kogawa must had written over these very pages, maybe for support. The thing is… it seems as she wrote back to whoever send her the first note. It's marked right here.”

- “Ominis, you’re a genius.” – Of course made sense that your friend was able to recognize the textures quick-wittedly, he’s had a lifetime of practice with brail. – “Next time we’re around Hogsmeade I’m inviting you the butterbeers.” – You finally laughed while Ominis extracted both pages delicately so you can analyze them later.

Everything is going according to plan except that Natty rushes inside with half her body appearing. - “Guys, I hate to break it to you this way but someone’s coming and the potion is already losing effect. Are you all done? Are we hiding or are we leaving?”

- “I think is best we leave right now. Whatever Kogawa is keeping here is not worth the risk now that we know the Ministry itself is implementing all this shadowing measures.”

- “Now, why that doesn’t surprise me?” – Natty said and you three turned to the door except it was too late. The handle started to turn and you’re casting the dissillusionment spell as fast as you can. Surely Kowaga will notice but you still must try, don’t you?

Suddenly a shorter figure enters the room rather indifferent to the three transparent students in front of him. It’s Amit Thakkar and he’s carrying a tower of books. Of course! You’ve seen him making errands for professors all the time. Surely Kogawa sent him in, with her class about to start she couldn’t spare a moment to do so. Now, the books in his sight will protect you all for a moment, but you still have to make your way out of here. At least that’s what you were trying to do until Natty changed her mind. She took Ominis’ hand along with yours and accio on Amit only to appear at the Central Hogwarts Valley.

Ominis was not happy. – “What in Merlin’s beard was that? Where are we?”

- “Ominis, it’s okay. We made an apparition.” – You pulled him close so he would feel safer. – “Natty, what was that? We were so close to getting out.”

- “I’m aware. But it occurred to me that our friend here could be of help in our search.”

Amit is not the bravest wizard you’ve meet but he’s good keeping secrets when asked to. Except, convincing him of your cause will be difficult since he won’t stop yelling and pushing you away.

- “Are you all insane? I thought I was about to die. I’m reporting you all to Deputy Headmistress. I demand you to return me to the castle.” – Natty laughed lightheartedly at Amit’s demands.

- “Not so fast, my friend. Let’s take a walk and a talk.” – Natty offered him a piece of… chocolate? He certainly felt a lot more at ease at the friendly gesture and followed her into the woods. She winked at you as saying, ‘Just wait here and see’. You just know Natsai won’t have any trouble convincing him to work with you for she can be quite persuasive. In fact, his cooperation is exactly what you need right now. An ally amongst professors.

Meanwhile Ominis recovered his composure and realized you were holding hands. How attentive of you, trying to calm him down even when you’re deeply nervous as well. He could tell by feeling the way your hand shivered and sweated in his. He wasn’t planning in letting go soon but as if you were thinking the same as him, you drop his fingers and brushed it off with small talk.

- “I… think I’ll study the pages we just extracted from the notebook back at the Room of Requirements. If that’s okay with you. I could send you another of those brail notes to let you know is ready.”

- “Sure, that’s a great idea. But um… you could just let me know in class.”

- “Although you’re right, I was thinking if you could help me with something else.” – Ominis feels immediately unsettled by your tone.

- “Anne’s been avoiding me, and I think is because she believes I had something to do with Sebastian’s situation. I can’t blame her, is because of me that he was able to search and found all that information about dark... About those things. I was thinking if you could spend some more time with her, turn into her confident and if she feels like it, she could get closer to me. You're already good friends, it should be easy. But first she must know we’re not plotting something sinister. You know what I mean?”

- “I think I follow. We could try it… for a while. But if it doesn’t work we should simply talk with her. We could do it together if you will.” – Ominis is trying not to make obvious that he’s not comfortable with said plan, but he knows how much you care about Anne and what she thinks of you. Because in the end, you consider her a close friend too. This time you didn’t even have to try convincing him. He’s willing to make an effort for his friend.

Of course, nothing about him seems to escape your senses, and you’re making changes in your renewed plan to make him feel better. – “It’s not like we’re going to stop hanging out. You can always come to the Room. Or we could see each other at the Undercroft.”

- “I’d much rather spend our time at the Room of Requirements. The Undercroft’s fine but it feels as it holds too much of the Sallows, don’t you agree?”

You gifted him the brightest laugh. – “I do know what you mean. Quite ironic if we remember that very chamber was known to your family only.”

- “Oh, don’t make me start into the whole Gaunt’s decorative decisions inside the castle. I deeply disagree with them. Even without sight I can tell is not an inviting atmosphere. I own a warmer taste.”

- “Ominis, now that you mention it, I’ve been wanting to ask you. And I hope this doesn’t sound insensitive. But… how would you describe your perception of spaces? Back there you’ve shown me your sense of touch and its capabilities. I wonder if…”

- “… If the rest of my senses are alike? Well, some people do rely on touch or hearing. Or if they'd lost sight gradually, they possess some sort of guide of familiar places and things. But for me, being blind since my birth, it drove me to pay attention to details and rely mostly on my memory and the way I feel around places, things, and people from an early age. If you ask me, I do believe sometimes people underestimate the role of memory. Alongside that, every sense, thought, sensation and emotion works together to navigate me throughout the world, just like any other person. If I’m honest with you, I don’t think I ever had a complex about it. And now that my wand does so much for me, things are only easier. I feel more than capable of being independent.”

- “I greatly thank you for telling me all this, Ominis. And if you allow me, I would like to make a confession. Since we’ve met, I’ve admired you for your great sense of justice and autonomy from your family’s ethos. It’s not easy leaving one’s family, even if one knows they’re not right. I’ve seen you constantly questioning the nature of injustices and you’ve made a stand about it. You’re not indifferent to what surrounds you, and I think it would be unfair to disregard how much endeavor you put into making of these places you live in, well… much better. Thank you, Ominis.”

- “I… well, I’m… I try. Sorry, I mean…” – Ominis is speechless. Not in a million years he would have guessed you had that esteem for him. Undoubtedly, your words have moved him deep. Oh, now that he knows this he’s going to miss you so much these next weeks. How could you do this to him?

He even won’t be able to put his ideas into order for you since Natty just reemerged with a tranquil Amit by her arm saying - “Are you ready for dinner?” And just like that he’s back to the Great Hall listening you talk with Sebastian from afar just like the first night.

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YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL

PAIRINGS; idol!Heeseung x Y/N

GENRE; Fluff, One-shot, Crack

WARNING; (DELUSIONAL AUTHOR) 😂😂

NOTE; Please assumed that Manifesto in Manila already happened. Y/N's pronouns is SHE/HER. Everything happens here is purely fictional.

WORD COUNT; 2k+

SYNOPSIS: Wherein Y/n attended ENHYPEN's first concert in Manila. At the same time, she will be having her JS Prom on March 30. She came up with a brilliant plan.

Manifesto in Manila is one of the show that will go down in ENHYPEN's history book as they sold all three days of their concert. Initially, the group is suppose to have two-day show in the country but due to high demand, they added one more day.

"Y/N!" Her classmate called out

"What is it, Anika?" Y/N asked

"Well, are you not excited? Like the concert is today!" Juliana said

"What's your plan?" Shuvy asked

"I will ask sir on who is my partner and what dance we are going to perform later. I really can't attend the cotillion practice today." Y/N answered

"Don't worry, we got your back girl!" Noreen assured

"Thank you." Y/N replied

It's Friday and luckily every Friday, their school is only up to 11:50 am. She still have the time to prepare herself.

"What is your outfit of the day?" Briana asked

"Well, just going simple. I will wear a white shirt with double collar then a double breasted preppy skirt with straps then with a red necktie." Y/N replied

"Your shoes?" Shas asked agaid

"Mary Jane shoes with ankle lace socks." Y/N answered

"I can picture you, and you look hot." Mary said

"Gay." Y/N said and her friends laugh with her

The time quickly goes by.

Y/N got home and she is welcome with her mother smiling at her. She can see the excitement on her mother's face.

"Ready for later?" Lei asked

"Of course!" Y/N answered

Y/N goes to her room to change her outfit, she already ate her lunch at the school. She grab her black sling bag, she put everything she will need at the concert.

Though, she really want to buy the royalty ticket, she could not because there's a lot of disadvantages to it.

After changing, she grab her printed banner. 'HEESEUNG BE MY PROM DATE ON MARCH 30!' Is what written on her banner. Another banner of her is 'ENHYPEN please watch my graduation!'.

She laugh at her banner, she already know that there is a small chance of them noticing her but she will not lose anything when trying.

"I'm done! Let's go now." Y/N said

She and her mother boards the car, she play the setlist for later. Y/N's excitement is written all over her face. No one can ever top her excitement.

Arriving at the venue, MOA Arena. She waits for her companion to arrive. They agreed to meet up in IKEA.

But before that, she falls in line for her ENGENE membership gift!

"Membership number and ID, please." The staff said

Y/N brings her digital membership code and her ID. She presents it to the staff and the staff give her the present.

Y/N let out a squeal as she got her bias, Lee Heeseung. Another worry off of her shoulder, she will now not worry about trading photocard with others.

"There you are!" Y/N said

"Hi! I'm so excited girl!" Elisha exclaimed

"Me too!" Y/N agreed

The two friends goes around the vicinity to collect freebies while waiting for the showtime.

Y/N shows the banner to Elisha making both of them to laugh. She knew that she will have the smallest chance but chance is a chance.

Oh, how she wish someone is videoing her on how much pure happiness she is displaying. She is curing her inner-child that adores concert and musics.

The two got in into the venue and find their seats. They got the VIP Seated, section 220. The section is a great choice as it is near the extended stage and can see the main stage clearly.

"THIS IS FOR REAL!" Elisha screamed

"I KNOW RIGHT!" Y/N agreed

The two takes pictures and selfies together. Of course, she brought some names with her and pictures it. She sends it to the people.

Not long after, the concert starts. The VCR is showing and fans are screaming at the top of their lungs as if there is no tomorrow.

Y/N and Elisha are also screaming, they would not miss this opportunity to scream like this is their last day on Earth.

ENHYPEN shows up on the stage and cheers erupts more louder than earlier.

Given-Taken, the first show on the setlist. The debut song of ENHYPEN.

Y/N did not notice but her eyes let out a tear, she don't know what kind of tear though. She have been supporting the boys since I-Land days and now she is witnessing them live not via her phone.

It's a dream come true for her.

It feels like home. Scratch that, she is home. Home where she belongs. The same feeling when she saw BTS, SVT and TXT live on stage for the first time.

She knew it was only a parasocial relationship. It's just idols doing their jobs. But something in BTS,SVT, TXT, and ENHYPEN feels different, it's like they are returning their fans' feelings. They are just different from different idols.

This is what home feels like.

Ment, they are doing a ment. Heeseung already comes back to the stage along with the other members.

"Psst, raise your banner. Heeseung is looking this way." The person behind her said

"Okay." Y/N said

Y/N raised her banner and Heeseung notices it.

"Heeseung be my prom date on March 30." Heeseung read out loud on the microphone.

"Oh! We can be your bodyguards!" Sunghoon said

Sunoo and Jay agreed with Sunghoon.

"Of course, I can be your prom date~" Heeseung replied with a killer wink and smile.

Y/N almost fainted on her seat, she got that on video too.

"Girl, you got yourself a date!" Elisha exclaimed

"I know...." Y/N said registering the interaction she had with her bias since I-Land.

Everyone in her section and row congratulates her for winning a life.

[ @/heesmoon ]

I won the life. I'm going to the prom with a date! *Insert video of Heeseung and her interaction.* *Insert the banner picture.*

Not even a solid fifteen minutes, the tweet reaches 2k likes on twitter. The reply section always makes her laugh,

Y/N put her phone back in her bag and continue watching the concert. She will sleep tonight, smiling, giggling, kicking her feet as she had an interaction with her bias. Typical fan behavior.

Y/N raised her another banner and this time the three other members are back then starts recording. It's Jungwon who noticed it.

"Hyung! The same girl is asking if we can attend her graduation." Jungwon said in Korean and let the translator translate it.

"ENHYPEN please watch my graduation." Ni-Ki read out loud

"Congrats on your graduation." Sunoo congratulated

"Tell us the details later." Jake said

Y/N officially died on her seat, just kidding. She posted it on twitter and again her tweet got to 2k likes fast than ever.

"How come you are still alive after that?" The girl on her left asked

"I don't know too, maybe because I still have a prom to attend and a graduation to attend too...." Y/N joked

The concert has come to an end. Y/N cried her eyes out when SHOUT OUT was being performed. And it goes the same to Elisha, the tow comfort each other in a hug. They successfully finished the concert without any problems at all.

They also collected confettis and Elisha got to bring a signed ball home from Jay.

[ Umabot sa Generic Ad yung bato ni Jay, charot HAHAHAHAHAH. ]

"Ms? Are you the one with the banner?" A staff asked

"Yes." Y/N replied

"Follow me." The staff said

"Oh...Okay." Y/N agreed

Y/N bid Elisha goodbye as they part ways. Y/N follows the staff and her heart is beating very fast as if it wants to go out of her chest.

Y/N wipes her happy tears away, she still cannot go over the fact that she witnessed ENHYPEN live even just for one day.

"Wait here." The staff said

Y/N bury her face on her palms.

"Hello." Happee Sy greeted

"OMG! Inang, hello po! Thank you for bring ENHYPEN to the Philippines and for being the best concert organizer in the Philippines." Y/N thanked

"Aw, I know the feels, girl. That is why we deserve this." Happee Sy stated

"What's your name?" Happee Sy asked

"Y/N L/N" Y/N answered

"Well, Y/N today is your lucky day. Heeseung didn't sing Polaroid love to you but you got him to agree to be your prom date." Happee Sy stated

"Thank you. Did Winter and London already went off? I really want to see them." Y/N said

"Yes, there's always next time." Happee Sy sadly replied.

Happee Sy is now following Y/N both personal and fan accounts in twitter. Then the organizer went off as she have two more days to worry about.

"This way, Ms. Y/N." The staff said as he gesture her to go inside the room. Y/N gulped hard, never in her entire life she gulped this hard.

Y/N lucky her, she studied Korean thanks to her aunt who sponsored her Korean lessons. She goes inside to see ENHYPEN standing there, smiling at her.

Her knees almost gives up, she almost melt on the floor.

"1! 2! Connect!" Jungwon said

"Hello we are ENHYPEN!" The rest followed

Never in her life, she thought if seeing ENHYPEN this close.

"H-hi..." Y/N greeted

She really want to dig a hole and hide in it forever after stuttering in front of her idols.

"It's okay! We get that you are nervous and shy." Jake assured

"Thank you." Y/N replied

"Do you speak Korean?" Heeseung asked

"Yes, I took Korean lessons." Y/N answered

The boys let out a breath of relief that they didn't knew they were holding back.

"Congratulations on your graduatiobn! Can you tell us about more of it and the details?" Jay asked

"Of course! On June 30 will be my graduation. You can watch it on youtube live or facebook live or watch it in person." Y/N said

"But what is the school name?" Sunoo asked

"FEU Alabang or Far Eastern University Alabang." Y/N answered

"How about your prom?" Heeseung brought up

"March 30 in Okada Manila at 7pm." Y/N replied

"I can't wait for it!" Ni-Ki exclaimed

"Our first official non-idol friend excluding our friends in Korea." Sunghoon said

Y/N smile at the statement at least they call her their friend.

"Your name is Y/N L/N, right?" Heeseung said

"Yep, that's my name." Y/N confirmed

The group exchanged numbers and social media accounts with Y/N to keep contact with her. After all, she is their new friend now.

Y/N got back to their house, change into her home attire. She flops onto her bed and opens twitter.

She saw her notification, she is blowing up in twitter. A lot of people mentions her saying how lcuky she is to be noticed by ENHYPEN.

Luckily, when the staff picked her up to meet ENHYPEN. It's only Elisha who knew about it.

Y/N told her family and shows the proof, nonetheless her family is veru supportive.

[ Kabaliktaran sa akin eh :( ]

She got added into a group chat named En-friend, it was only them seven and her in the kakaotalk group.

They talked, it was a blooming friendship. A friendship that could last a life time.

March quickly arrived as if it could not wait for the prom.

Y/N opens her kakaotalk to see the guys spamming her.

[ Jungleader: Y/N-ah! Heeseung hyung is on the way there. ]

Y/N is confused. Why is he on the way here? Is he really bringing her to the prom?

[ N/Nthebeauty: What why? Are you serious? @/Heeace? ]

[ Sungvisual: Check dispatch, their live covering his arrival at Incheon. ]

Y/N waste no time but to check the youtube of said network.

They are live, waiting for Heeseung's arrival at the airport. She look at the comment section.

[ user: I wonder where he is going? ]

[ user: Maybe Belift gave them vacation and Hee is going to his vacation. ]

Y/N smile at to her phone, it gives her butterflies knowing the fact that her bias is giving his best.

Meanwhile, at the airport. Heeseung arrived at the airport private entrance not wanting to be mobbed again by medias and fans.

"Why are you doung this? Heeseung?" Sejin asked

"I'm doing this because..." Heeseung knows his answer but he don't know how will his manager react.

"Because you like her?" Sejin continued

"Do you believe in love at first sight, hyung?" Heeseung asked

"Of course, I do. That is why some BTS members are dating someone now." Sejin answered

"Then count me in. Her aura attracted me despite the crowd my eyes could not get off of her. Like she have this magnetic force." Heeseung said

"You are a grown up, you know what to do and what not to do." Sejin assured

"Did you know her bias since I-Land is me. She said that she have been loyal fan of mine. She isn't afraid of telling the truth to me, to us." Heeseung stated

"I can see sincerity and admirstion in her eyes when she talked to you guys back in Febuary." Sejin said

"Let's go, your princess is waiting." Sejin added

Heeseung almost choke on his own salive. He stands up following his Sejin hyung to the check-in counter.

To the medias and fans dismay, Heeseung did not showed up at the airport. They thought that Heeseung already flew somewhere.

[ user: Aw man! I really want to see Heeseung. ]

After awhile, the plane starts to let the passangers board. Heeseung and his team boards the first-class.

He could not wait seeing Y/N. The alone time he only get with Y/N is when the other members are inactive or when the other members could not join their daily video chat.

At the L/N's house, the family prepares different kinds of Filipino dish while Y/N just stare at her phone waiting for Heeseung to contact her.

[ Heeace: Y/Nnie, I'm at the plane now. ]

[ N/Nthebeauty: Thank God, I thought you disappeared! ]

[ Ni-Kithegiant: Noona was very concern of you. She started to spam every one of us asking about you. ]

[ SUNshine: Can vouch for that. ]

Y/N closes her phone as she shakes her head in denial of what the others are saying.

Her phone rings, she look at it. Heeseung is inviting her to a video call and of course she accpeted it.

"Hee! You should rest while in the plane." Y/N scolded

"I'm sorry. But I really wanted to see you!" Heeseung defended himself

"Stop acting like you are not going here and see me." Y/N said

Heeseung chuckles at Y/N's actions and words.

"Y/N, I will be sleeping there. I think your parents already know and my team will be staying at the Okada." Heeseung informed

"Yeah, I know. My family already cooked a lot of Filipino dish for you." Y/N said

"Tell them I said Thank you." Heeseung replied

Hearing her voice and her laugh always brings Heeseung happiness. It always brighten up his day.

Later on, Heeseung and his team arrived at the NAIA Terminal 1. They board the provided black van for them.

"Let's drop Heeseung first and then we settle in." Sejin said

"Okay." Heeseung agreed

Y/N who is resting on her bed hears her mother shouting her name.

"Y/N your beloved guest is here!" Her mother shouted

Y/N sprinted to the living room to see Heeseung in his iconic Thisisneverthat black shit and black cargo pants with his black combat boots.

Heeseung smile at the scene as he see Y/N. The boy make the first move, he hugs her. She was frozen first but returned the hug later on.

"Lovebirds these days." Her father, Jaime said

"Let them be!" Her mother, Lei scolded

Heeseung and Y/N let go of the hug, both have their cheeks in bright red.

"Heeseung-ah, your room is beside Y/N's room. After that, you eat with us." Her mother informed

"Okay, Ms?" Heeseung is confused what to call Y/N's mother.

"Call me auntie." Her mother said

"Thank you, auntie." Heeseung replied

Heeseung brings his stuffs with him and follows Y/N to his bedroom. She opens the door for him revealing his tidy space for the month.

"Can I see your room?" Heeseung asked

"Sure but after you unpack and eat with my parents." Y/N replied

Heeseung unpacks his things with the help of Y/N, he could not help but notice the cute habit of Y/N making sure everything is perfect.

"Thank you for helping me, love." Heeseung said

Y/N cheeks turns red as she heard her nickname, the sight of Y/N blushing make Heeseung smirk.

March 30 came so fast. The two are in Okada. Thanks to Heeseung, Y/N got a whole glam team dedicated to her.

Her silver off-shoulder with strap gown is laid down on the bed. Of course, Heeseung hand-picked his own suit to wear. His black suite and silver tie goes along with her gown.

The hair team curled Y/N's hair and put some flower clips on her hair. While the make-up team decided to go for little make up as Y/N is already beautiful.

The time quickly went by and Y/N is already in her attire, same goes for Heeseung.

Heeseung waits for Y/N to go out of her room to go together at the venue. The door clicked open revealing Y/N in gown.

Heeseung's mouth is wide open, he quickly collected himself.

"You look stunning as ever, love." Heeseung complimented

"I can say the same for you, Hee." Y/N returned

She got use of Heeseung calling her love. She told the other members about it and at the end she got scolded by them.

The two arrived at the venue, all jaws went to the floor not because of Y/N but because of Heeseung.

They all thought Y/N was being delusional but she was not. She did really bring Heeseung as her date.

The program went on and now its time for their cotillion. Heeseung and Y/N practiced it together.

The song choses was Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey.

Y/N's right hand intertwined with Heeseung's while his left hand is on her waist and her left hand on his shoulder.

While dancing, Heeseung comed up with a brilliant plan. That is to confess to Y/N right now.

"Y/N, I want to tell you something." Heeseung said

"What is it?" Y/N asked

"I-I liked you since I laid my eyes on you. Scratch that, I fell in love with you since the day I met you. It was love at first sight. I know this is way too fast paced but I couldn't wait." Heeseung confessed

Y/N was speechless, her bias confessed to her right now.

"Hee, I feel the same too. But I love you longer than you love me." Y/N replied

Heeseung kissed Y/N on the lips as the music plays. The two pulls away after a solid 2 minutes kiss.

"Will you still love me when I'm no longer Young and beautiful~" Y/N sings along

Heeseung smile at Y/N knowing the fact that he will love her, every version of her in every universe out there.

"I will, my love. I will." Heeseung assured

After 3 months, its already her graduation. Heeseung told everyone he knows about his relationship and same goes to Y/N.

The ENHYPEN members decided to fly to the Philippines and witness her graduation in person.

Y/N spots them among the crowd because they are attracting the crowd itself.

Heeseung open his arms for her and Y/N run in for a hug. The two hug each other as if they are not in public.

They just did not care and Heeseung already planned everything out from the present to the future.

The members congratulate Y/N and treated her with a nice meal.

She was thankful for that one person who encouraged her to raise her banner up. Because without them, she will not in this place.

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