ynzhao

[ynzhao]

WON.

( ✉ sms → broomstick babe 🧹 ) & then you left me wanting more 😔 ( ✉ sms → broomstick babe 🧹 ) tease  ( ✉ sms → broomstick babe 🧹 ) ur right that was very unsexy of me ( ✉ sms → broomstick babe 🧹 ) so we’re skipping econ, yeah?

[ sms — won 💝💖💕 ] how was i supposed to know? i'm not exactly well-versed in legilimency 🥺 [ sms — won 💝💖💕 ] glad you realized [ sms — won 💝💖💕 ] duh! see you at the dorm in 10

[ynzhao]

EUNKYUNG.

@ynzhao

campaigning is, unsurprisingly, not fun. eunkyung rolls her eyes for what feels like the hundredth time today, next time she does they’re all too likely to simply roll out of their sockets. still, she turns on her heel. explains to some faceless year one student that, yes, students are allowed to leave campus. it’s inane, but she’s had plenty of time to acquaint herself with the all too numerous pureblood wizards at a loss for what to do with their sudden gift of independence. 

but, with that crisis averted, she brings her attention back to the task at hand. 

banners.

and not just any type of banner, no, eunkyung was going to have to slave away and do this shit with her own two hands because she’s not too sure if the campus administrators would be all too keen on magically enhanced banners flying around campus. oh, and there’s that too. the flying around campus part. perhaps a minor kink in her major plan.

but by some grace of god (all-mighty, merciful, gracious), zhao lei plops himself down two tables away. the same zhao lei that’s on the quidditch team (with access to a broom and the innate ability to fly it), as well as the one that still owes her a favor. she refrains from skipping as makes her way over to him, but the giddiness over the sheer fact of her luck still peeks through. “hi,” she greets simply, taking it upon herself to invite herself to sit down. “are you busy?” there’s no way around it, no need sense in involving herself in some inane conversation for the sake of a favor. “i kind of need your help with something.” 

honestly speaking, zhao lei could not care less for school politics, although he understood it was important in the eyes of others. several candidates for the presidency of the student's union indulged in attention-grabbing displays. it was the first time he saw magical badges being handed with the faces of students. when he was offered one, the boy pretended to already own two of the same contender. it made him wonder when would campaigns end. as long as the next president was fond of the quidditch team, he was not concerned about the identity of the winner.

in times like this, eunkyung's presence did not surprise him. after all, she was another one of the runner-ups, and quite an immersed one. he was sure that he heard her name on the daily, alongside references of promises as the new head. her straightforwardness made him raise an eyebrow in response. zhao lei settled into his newly occupied seat, given that she seemed not to want to waste time. it almost reminded him of those businesspeople that occasionally taught in yeongji, invited by professors. he adopted a formal stance, somewhat ridiculous to tell the truth.

"i can always make time. what can i do for you, eunkyung?"

the bird and the worm

[ynzhao]

BITNA.‌

@ynzhao .

clink. 

clink. 

the shining spoon bumped against the coffee mug as bibi swirled it absentmindedly, eyeing the male in front of her. up and down, then up, then down once more. racking her brain, she realized she barely knew him. zhao played quidditch, and their parents knew each other. she recalled the photographs captured during quidditch practice and matches, the moving snapshots she slaved over developing. his face was one she knew well; around school, through the camera lens, hanging around her brother. but his character and identity was a blank slate in her brain.

bitna could admit the positivity of his face, but her father pushing her into zhao made him instantly less attractive. she planned to humor him for a while over tea, awkwardly say their goodbye and report back to dad that it simply won’t work. it was a deed completed for her father, not for herself, and surely, not for zhao. so, as she brought the warm, black tea to her glossy lips, sneaking in a sip before speaking, she comfortably sat in the cafe chair.

“so, how’s quidditch been?” she offered, simple and short. though, never missing a quidditch stat or match, she already knew before his answer. “i probably have so many film rolls with you in it. they’re all organized, too. boxes for like, quidditch, baseball, student union, school events, by each house…” pausing, she made eye contact. “i don’t think i’ve missed a match since first year, either.”

embarrassing, he thought when his mother proposed the encounter. for sure, this was not the first time the matriarch of the family tried to push him in direction of an arranged marriage, but in the name of merlin, did did she really have to go after his best friend's twin? the fact that they could finish their drink and return home with disappointing news (for their parents) was comforting. it would be over in a matter of hours, as long as they kept the conversation going and the tea flowing.

"the season has been—" this time, unlike the others, he struggled to find the pompous adjectives he learned to describe his performance in the team. it was easy to blame the forced conversation. however, bitna's comment sparked an idea that could only occur to a mind as obsessed as his. zhao lei immediately ignored the suggestion of different topics of conversation, like the financial status of their companies, or the pieces of the yeongji herald he never bothered to read. "that material sounds very useful for training. we could monitor ourselves and identify our weaknesses. should tell the captain to borrow it."

"whoa! a record worth boasting about," he conceded, aware that she owed it to her job as a photographer. zhao lei tried to recall instances of her face in the crowd and he was quick to remember them. it spoke volumes of the dedication she had for photography.

* / pageantry .

[ynzhao]

@ynjunseo​

[ sms — jun ] HEY [ sms — jun ] are you up?? [ sms — jun ] so, i need your help 🆘 [ sms — jun ] it’s not exactly urgent BUT

[ynzhao]

YOUNGCHUL.

yeongji dining hall // featuring; ( @ynzhao. )

            youngchul is running a little behind schedule today. it’s not the biggest deal in the world, but youngchul craves order. when everything falls into its usual syncopated rhythm youngchul can be at ease. but just one little misstep in his day throws off his entire balance. first he had overslept, which meant he had to speak to his ta after his third class to catch up on the notes he missed and apologize for his absence. then he had a… let’s say important meeting delayed due to the tardiness of the supplier he intended to meet. so now instead of getting to slip back to his dorm and enjoy his lunch period in solitude, youngchul is forced to remain on campus and solve his hunger problems. so, the dining hall it is.

            only the dining hall is packed to the brim with fellow students, and the noise is so loud it causes his temples to throb. if the weather had been nicer he’d take his tray of food out into the quad to sit under a tree somewhere by his lonesome. but there’s still a chill that clings to the air and the clouds are fat and dark with the promise of rain, so inside youngchul must remain. his eyes scan the room, desperate for an empty table. he doesn’t find one, but a seat. right across from someone he’d particularly wish not to strike up a conversation with. but youngchul already feel’s dizzy from hunger so he sighs and accepts his fate, marching right up to lei zhao. 

            “hey,” he greets, mouth twisting into a firm little smile so forced his jaw hurts. “can i sit here?” 

sometimes the lunch served was not enough for zhao lei's appetite. today is one of those occasions. on his mind, there is a debate going on between getting up for an extra portion of food, or roaming the nearby shops in the search for a snack to calm his hunger. although the spare time is enough for a short walk that could offer him fresh air, an opportunity for entertainment makes itself present in the form of ji youngchul carrying a tray. the question, out of politeness, surprises him. it seems that there is no other way.

“no need to ask,” he replies with a smile from ear to ear; an inviting hand gesture accompanies the expression. it is just a warning of the pleasant conversation that awaits them, particularly for the always talkative youngchul. his intentions are good, he just wants the inmyeonjo student to open up more, like those potion books he is always reading. without a doubt, academic dedication is worthy of admiration, but this is not the case with zhao lei, who prefers to indulge in other pleasures that yeongji offers. glory is not in the classroom, but on the quidditch pitch.

"eat slowly, or are you in a hurry?" he advises, well-aware that the boy is ready to swallow down his food in order to leave the dining hall. why? the most obvious reason is to try to avoid some awkwardness. “in any case, i can help you finish it, you know?”

fight or flight.

[ynzhao]

WON.

( ✉ sms → broomstick babe 🧹 ) yeah i’m not going to remember that lol ( ✉ sms → broomstick babe 🧹 ) but i remember the taste 😩 damn u, lei zhao ( ✉ sms → broomstick babe 🧹 ) when has something like that ever stopped us? ( ✉ sms → broomstick babe 🧹 ) not even econ can stop me idc if class starts in 20 mins!!!

[ sms — won 💝💖💕 ] i treated you to great restaurant, what’s wrong with that? [ sms — won 💝💖💕 ] anything for food [ sms — won 💝💖💕 ] and for you too, of course [ sms — won 💝💖💕 ] why would you ruin the mood?

[ynzhao]

WON.

( ✉ sms → broomstick babe 🧹 ) i’m craving pad thai ( ✉ sms → broomstick babe 🧹 ) and before u get on me for being ~insensitive i was thinking about that place u took me to in bangkok a couple years ago ( ✉ sms → broomstick babe 🧹 ) how dare u not take me back >:(  ( ✉ sms → broomstick babe 🧹 ) can we go??? i’d risk splinching for that pad thai idc that shit was fire, bro ���🔥

[ sms — won 💝💖💕 ] YOU JUST DIDN'T [ sms — won 💝💖💕 ] thip samai! the best place [ sms — won 💝💖💕 ] my mouth is watering already [ sms — won 💝💖💕 ] do i regret not bringing the bangkok portkey with me? yeah maybe [ sms — won 💝💖💕 ] but that won’t stop us! 😡

[ynzhao]

hello everyone! i’m happy to be here and i bring zhao lei with me to this roleplay. i’m awful with intros, but let me try. you can find his profile here and a little history here. i don’t have any plots atm, however, we can always come up with something through tumblr ims or discord. without further ado, let me say more about my character:

zhao lei, 21, pureblood, hwangmok.

originally from hong kong, his family moved to south korea three years ago, so he still struggles with the local language a bit. his mother forced him to take classes from a tutor before flying and he hated them, but his outgoing personality doesn’t prevent him from practicing with natives.

speaking of his family, his mother is the heiress of a racing broomsticks company in thailand; her business is actually the reason why he is at yeongji. on the other hand, his father is a retired quidditch superstar of china national team. for this and more, his life revolves around said sport. 

zhao lei eats, breathes, and sleeps quidditch like any other fan. he is the guy who has all the players’ stats memorized, except he has met them in person. he knows all the special moves, and he has practiced them on his signed, special edition broomsticks. his obsession may be too much, but that's how he was raised.

as soon as he had the chance, he joined the institute's team as a beater after passing the tryouts with flying colors. zhao lei is so damn good at it that he has sent several people to the infirmary (sometimes it's because of his temperament in the field). he has also collected his fair share of injuries and is proud of it. 

if he were just as passionate about the rest of his studies, things would be different. zhao lei is majoring in business because he is expected to take over the company, still, he finds academia quite boring. being an insipid director surely sounds more exciting that turning into the best quidditch player, huh?

anyway! i will stop here, but feel free to hit that heart button.