Oh no. Oh no no no.

Sophie kicked herself mentally for getting Oliver’s brain running again. This was going against everything she wanted. He was a lovely friend, perhaps a bit eccentric at times, and she would loathe to toss him into detention or have his head of house write him up for being out of bed past curfew but with the way things were going she could see that drastic measures had to be taken. And fast.

“Oliver—” she began but was cut off by his sudden question. She could do nothing but look at him in astonishment that he’d even consider obliviating—again, against the rules—her, a friend and a Prefect to boot. What in Merlin’s saggy tits had gotten into him? He was like a possessed man obsessed with perfecting his latest setback into something grand and exciting. Sophie couldn’t fault him for wanting to improve his craft (especially considering his lineage) but doing it right this instant? Man, she just wanted to sleep.

His exclamation startled her, her wand appearing in her hand in a flash as he lobbed a thing—probably a different accident from one of his many experiments—onto the floor in front of her. What happened afterwards was rather anticlimactic as her blue eyes watched the ball bounce away from them echoing down the hall. Fixing her gaze back at the now frozen Hufflepuff she gave him the best stony look she could muster.

“Did you threaten to obliviate me?” she asked sweetly, stepping closer to Oliver like a cat just about to pounce on a mouse. “Because if you did then I’d be forced to immobilise you and float you down the stairs to your dorm. And we wouldn’t want that… right?” Sophie gave him her most charming smile as she twirled her wand between her fingers as if she hadn’t a care in the world, but she trusted him to know better.

“Now. Let’s try this again shall we? Oliver, my dear, how about you go to bed now? It’s quite late already and we have classes tomorrow.”

( / a blush still has the decency to make its way to her cheeks, and joohyun had to avert her gaze somewhere else so it doesn’t get worse. oliver and his tendency to make everything worse for her. why can’t he just leave her alone? ) s-shush you. ( / they started as playful friends–how did it come to this? she bites her lower lip ) are you drunk? step outside with me for a moment. ( / maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but joohyun can’t deny she wants to settle this as soon as possible. get this rut all straightened up before they both graduate and maybe go on their separate ways ) i need to talk to you about… about two weeks ago. 

this boy–honestly!! can they be any more insensitive?! “even if it is, what does it have to do with you, oliver park?!” she screams, already paying no mind to her prefect status nor the compartment next to them. “oh i wish i’d explode! so you can stop running your bloody mouth and–”

again, at this point she already realized how the universe seems to hate her. evident from how the train rocked once again just when oliver is about to escape and cage her between his arms while breaking his fall instead. what is this, really?! a scene out of a cheesy teenager flick?!

“you’re doing this on purpose, are you?!” she slaps her palm to his head lightly–or at least she tried for it to be. why can’t he be more considerate of her feelings? the bloody bloke gave her headaches since the fifth year and now he’s adding irregular heartbeats and stomachache to the mix. what is happening, really??

the room is mostly empty and the night is young. and with parties, seven always means nine. so lisa sucks the clear dripping bitterness off a sweet little cherry and waits for him to finish pouring something new into another glass. she can hear feet shuffling all around her, items lifting off the ground, colorful blurs going from this place to that. someone’s barking out orders and other people are following, and she’s staring at the brown-ish bar top in front of her, idly tapping the bottom of her shoe against the foot of her stool.

“keep ‘em comin’, sir.”

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( / alcohol tingles in her veins, ears ringing and sight blurry. she shouldn’t have taken that glass of beer. how could she be so stupid? ) ( / wobbly steps take her to an unknown destination in the hall. or maybe outside the hall. her fuddled brain needs fresh air. the reek of beer and sweat are tickling her uvulas. ) ( / steps come into a halt upon noticing someone on her path. joohyun lifts her gaze from her hand, finding the source of the irregular heartbeats and stomachache that have been haunting her since the hogwarts express standing there. ) oliver. ( / the name slips through her lips, and suddenly she thinks a kiss with him could be her fresh air ) what… ( / tries to swallow, but her head is pounding ) um, what are you doing… here? 

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“ your desperation is evident from a mile away, what is it. ” cam sighs over dramatically, placing herself aside of her bogum, arms crossing over her chest. “ party blues? bad drink? spell gone awry? i’ve heard it all, i’m sure i can help. ” she adds, sending him a smile. 

“ or perhaps, you just want someone to dance with- in which case, i’m here for that too. ” 

barely having enough time to wipe her eyes, the weight of oliver leaning on her shoulder brings her out of the depressing begins of her train of thought. she covers up the letter with the palms of her hands to shield it away from his eyes. oliver may be a brother figure to her but it still doesn’t feel right to burden him with her family troubles. 

“i suppose it is too early but it isn’t too early for your weight to be on my shoulders is it?” the joke comes easily on her lips as her mood switches gears; her sunny disposition covering up for her reality. 

she smiles at him, the truth eventually resurfacing in her eyes. oliver always knows better than to believe in her smiles anyways, having always been smarter than he lets on. “just a silly letter from home. you know, the usual.” 

even after oliver finally become the first one to pull away joohyun still finds it difficult to breathe. her chest are heavy and the rush of blood to the head is causing her ears to ring. she blinks once—twice—attempting to wrap her head around the accident that just occurred. oliver park, the source of her misery since her first task as a prefect in the fifth year, had just kissed her square on the lips. it was an accident, but still–  

the sudden mention of her full name caused her train of thoughts to stop, but inflicting quite the opposite effect to her heart rate. joohyun tries to glare at the hufflepuff, keyword on ‘tries’ because her eyes kept returning to his lips and making her think weird thoughts. “excuse me? who wouldn’t after… after what just happened!” swallows, tries to regain her composure. the things park bogum does to her- just because he has more experience, doesn’t mean he’s allowed to poke fun at her!

this time joohyun doesn’t stand still, opting to throw her coat on oliver’s direction. “who’s idea is it to put your face so close to mine, huh?! you know full well how shaky the rails are here!” she’s hitting him on the arm now, not even trying to mind her strength. “the nerve of some people!”

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unlike everyone else, letters from home are not something ava looks forward to and this time isn’t any different. 

a gray owl drops her bundle of letters that piled up over the summer she spent outside the castle and she looks none-too-excitingly at the innocent looking white envelope with an address from south korea. it looks absolutely harmless but past experiences have been far too traumatizing for her to regard with anything else but anxiety and caution. 

she’s beginning her sixth year in hogwarts and all the letters from home have always been the same so why should she expect anything else? her parents only write to her out of formality and necessity - never out of love and care for their only daughter. 

still as optimistic as ever, she carefully unfolds the letter and a small part of her hopes that somewhere between the detailed accounts of the things they have spent on her and the money their required to send her for her schooling they would tell her how much they miss her and how they hope she’s doing okay like any parent would. but, of course, nothing of that sort appears and she wills away the tears - like she isn’t at all affected - over a sip of her pumpkin juice. 

obviously, nothing has changed. 

jiyeon has been prefect long enough to understand troublemakers. she understood their tendencies by the time she got titled as headgirl. but, there was always that small tinge of wonder as to why some did this. one of them was park oliver. rather angelic face didn’t befit the actions that followed. after all, most gossiped how he belonged on the house of the red when he sported yellow. yet, that may be the reason why jiyeon liked the male. he rebelled against his house’s stereotype.

once stopping his movements, she straightened her spine against the seat. her eyebrow still lifted before his words intended to respond her theoretical inquiry. just like she expected, a rather trivial answer. but, such didn’t mean that she found it less humorous. unable to restrain the smile creeping in her face, a small chuckle following after.

“well, you tell me mister park. how do i owe the pleasure of having to deal with trouble so early in the year?” once again, responding with an theoretical question before letting a scoff pass in her words. “right, polyjuice. don’t even try that, we both know that there is no stolen identities happening.” she replies, her tone light before it changes once his did.

satisfaction cripples on her features because it may be one of the few moments she seen that face. her own gaze lingers downwards where the pin shines with pride, the finely printed words of headgirl shining. “oh?” attempting to sound high pitched as she mocks. “if you listened last year’s awarding speech, it may be because i’m adding points to my house by following the rules. a example you could follow.”

inside his mind brews up a storm. torn, torn is he between wanting to verbally express his discontent in the way that the other chooses to pursue these wild ideas of his and merely retracting points instead, leaving oliver with nothing but a thick layer of silence on silence, tacit words tucked under a freshly bitten tongue.  lu is plain by the very definition of the word and he knows it, thick hair cut bluntly, body scrawny and mindset too reserved. he doesn’t have drive, nor the desire to be somebody who sticks out in their year, who teachers whisper to familiar co-workers about claiming their student has the potential to actually be somebody one day. to melt into the uneventful, steady-flow of school life and fit in amongst tens of other innominate faces in a crowd until he can break out of the system as a whole is the only concrete goal he has in life. so, sometimes he presumes he’s over reacting when faced with those who challenge his ideals. it’s not like he doesn’t have a reason to do so.  there’s magic placed in oliver that seemed to be misplaced in him, the way his eyes spilt over with light upon seeing his chaos unfold, smile so rigidly set into his features some could assume he’d been jinxed to stay in that position as punishment. he does not bring these careful observations to his attention though, it keeps him humble; lu is quiet when oliver goes through with a plan and pesters him later about it, though allows laughter to momentarily filter through his lips once he alone is the only company he has left. ( that keeps him sane.  ) when his newest hybrid of tea is too cold to drink he gets up and drinks in the last of the sun, gathering his note-book under his arm, pencil forgotten behind his ear and thinks to leave. as he looks back up into the window he catches on guilty eyes, freckled with apprehension, turning just in time to note the tidal wave of polychromatic colours in blue, red, green and yellow plastered onto the skin of a younger student as he laughs: unreserved and entirely joyful, flickering back to the boy in question. he knows it’s his doing.  “oliver,” the voice begins but falters, doesn’t quite know what to say, what to do, where to proceed from here. a hand comes up to slide down his face tiredly, entirely defeatist - lu was never used to going through with the actual punishment and apprehending. prefect work was always half-assed in it’s prosecution and at least he could be truthful about the very fact. he tried where possible, but barriers formed blockades. people had commented on his voice, it’s soothing remedies, some going as far to say it was melodic -  so how could he ever berate a person and have any effect?   “oliver, we need to talk.. ” it is the sort of thing people say when they’re tired of thinking, and red stains his cheeks the way it does when the sun sets behind the low-lying hills, hands drawn together, fingers lying on his pulse point. “.. and i think you already know what about. how many points has it been this half term alone?”

And down he came with a wicked THUD! landing on the hard corridor floor. Sophie grinned at her poor friend as he fixed her with an accusatory stare as he raised himself off the ground. Her blue eyes twinkled as she merely held out his wand for him to take. “Think of it what you wish but still remember that I saved your arse from becoming minced meat; if anyone else had come along you’d be sitting detention for the next few weekends,” she replied with a one shouldered shrug.

“And even if you didn’t choose to break curfew you still did. I mean, for a genius you’re rather thick, you know? You didn’t have to hang around for god knows how long, hoping for a friendly face to walk by. If you’d just, I dunno, maybe untied your shoes, you could’ve dropped down, picked up your wand, and cleaned up your own mess. Did that thought even cross your mind?” By now Sophie’s voice had taken on the most Prefect like come mum tone as she lectured Oliver about trying out experimental things.

She walked over to him and reached up to ruffle his hair affectionately, a genuine smile on her lips. “I do admit that whatever you came up with was brilliant. If you could only come up with something that could counteract the jelly-fied potion from drying and solidifying then you might have something here.”

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there are few rule breakers in hogwarts who manage to actually amuse him as much as park bogum.  the rules that the hufflepuff breaks are most in fun, and even ten himself is reminded of the legend of the weasley twins whenever he has to stop bogum from whatever new prank he has up his sleeve next.  the spirit of loki himself is alive in him, and even though ten finds himself in a position to stop it as the head boy, sometimes he almost doesn’t want to - for the sake of a few laughs around the school.  hogwarts could do with a few laughs.

after all, with the way things are going and the whisper of fear that sends chills down spines, it wouldn’t hurt much in his opinion.

but there are some things that even ten can’t let slide, like the rumour of red minotaur.  the powder that leaves students awake and focused for hours on end, only to deal with the after effects of smoking ears and fire tongues - while it seems useful, and though generally as harmless as a bag of red hot chips from the muggle world, it’s still contraband.  

and because it’s contraband, ten knows exactly where it comes from and who would deal such a substance for just a few knuts or sickles, so of course, he’s on his way to visit park bogum in the flesh.  his robes hang proudly on his shoulders and the head boy pin gleams upon his chest, but ten is relaxed as he leans up against a wall with his arms crossed and brows raised.  he’s looking directly at bogum from behind, finally clearing his throat to alert him of his presence.  “ park.  i think you know what i’m here for, don’t you?”