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❛ I just wanna let you know you’re not alone. ❜

In the beginning, Damien had stayed away because he was grieving. The loss of his parents in such a tragic way had made him build walls around himself. A part of him was thankful that someone had been willing to take care of him, but he couldn’t tell them that. He felt like that would be the equivalent of betraying his parents if he slowly forgot about them and learned to love new parental figures. But someone had been there every day, trying to coax him out of his shell. While his new parents preferred to give him time, his new younger brother was all about trying to get Damien to play with him.

Little Perseus who would crawl out of his bed and slip in Damien’s one when the older of the two would shake from nightmares. Perseus who would share his toys, ask Damien if he wanted to go on a bike ride or read him a book. Perseus who would whisper in his ear, “it’s okay, I’m here” when Damien cried. Perseus who acted more like an older brother than a younger one.

And that dynamic continued over the years. The younger of the two allowing Damien to stick to his side once they were both at Hogwarts until Damien felt ready to go forward on his own.

Things were different now. The nightmares about his parents had long stopped and Damien had decided it was time for him to act like the older brother he was supposed to be. He didn’t know how to go about it though. All those years, Perseus had done more for him than he probably did for Perseus. He had a younger brother he could have spoiled rotten, but by the time he realized that, Perseus was already a teenager and Damien honestly didn’t know how to go about spoiling his younger brother at this point.

If Damien had to be honest, he was scared. He didn’t know if Perseus would allow him to see him during his weaker moments, if he would accept hugs or not. Was it strange for an older brother to hug his younger brother to comfort him once they were past a certain age? Maybe he was overthinking this. He probably was as it was something he tended to do.

They are home for the holidays now, and Damien has been pacing his room, trying to gather courage. Gigi, his Pomeranian, is watching him from her bed. He glances at her and she suddenly yawns in his face. That somehow prompts him to leave his room and walk the short distance to Perseus’ one. He knocks on the doorframe to announce his presence (the door being already opened) and then steps inside as Perseus rolls over on his bed, looking up from the book he had been reading.

Damien goes to sit close to him on the bed. “You know I care about you right?” he blurts out as he wrings his hands together. Perseus raises an eyebrow and takes the time to mark his page before closing his book and focusing all his attention on his older brother. “What brought this on so suddenly?” he asks, and Damien honestly can’t blame him. His statement must indeed feel out of the blue for someone who hasn’t spent so much time thinking about this whole thing.

“It’s just, I’ve been thinking, and you’ve always been there for me during all those years and I guess, well I guess I just wanted to let you know that you’re not alone?” He can feel his cheeks heating up so he quickly looks down at his lap. “Like, I am also here for you if you…want to talk or need a hug…or want me to make you comfort food. Just…I’m here..” he finishes with a light wave of his hand. He is scared to look at his brother, but he chances a glance anyway and what he sees his Perseus nodding at him and reaching out to hold his hands, giving them a squeeze. “Okay,” Damien whispers because what else is there to say? “Okay,” he repeats as he squeezes Perseus’ hands back and tries to resist the urge to bolt out of the room to go hide his embarrassment in his pillow.

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Funny how it changed up like that.

Damien gently places a cup of tea in front of Elizabeth before sitting across from her and running his palms down his thighs. He crosses his legs then and leans back against his armchair. There’s a muted buzz from coffee machines and the conversations shared between the other patrons. He doesn’t know if he was supposed to hear the words she whispered or if they were meant for herself only, but he hears them, and he doesn’t know what he should say.

What happened between Elizabeth and his brother is unclear. They were together, and then they weren’t, that much he knows. It’s the details, the why that remain unclear, but it is also none of his business. It never was. He had been an onlooker, someone who would sometimes walk into the living room of their parents’ house and find the lovebirds sitting together on the couch. He would sometimes ask them if they’d like something to eat or drink, but most of the time he’d just turn around and leave them alone.

He liked Elizabeth, thought that she was nice and whenever they managed to talk for a few minutes, it never failed to get reactions out of him, whether a frown or a smile. She was not afraid of him and that meant a lot. So, of course, he had grown fond of her. She had become someone who was a bit like a little sister. Yet, he feels like there’s nothing much he can do for her now.

“Want to see something cool?” he suddenly says to break down the silence that has settled between them. He reaches into his pocket and grabs a coin. He shows it to Elizabeth and then makes it disappear, only to reach across the table and get the coin from behind her ear. He knows it is technically not cool at all because this is just a trick meant for muggle children, but that should cheer up a little right?

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🧡🧡🧡

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❛ Growing up, there was no drama. ❜

Damien looks up from his plate, where a delicious slice of chocolate cake is waiting to be devoured, and stares at his cousin after hearing what she has just said. He lowers his fork back to the table and leans back in his chair. The cake will have to wait. He doesn’t know when or how the conversation shifted from something light and casual to something more serious. He doesn’t mind it, but this type of topic requires some thinking. “You think so?” he eventually asks her, wanting to hear her thoughts about this first, to know why she suddenly commented that.

While he waits for her answer, he silently ponders the statement. Was there really no drama when they were younger? He thinks about his biological parents, their death and how his uncle’s girlfriend had not wanted to take care of him. He thinks about his first years with the Mei and how withdrawn he was, how long it took for him to slowly open to his new family, to Perseus, and eventually to the extended family, to Charlotte herself. He thinks about the kids at school who used to fight over toys and later, about girls fighting over boys and boys fighting over girls.

If he needs to be honest, he believes that there was a lot of drama growing up, but then again, he doesn’t know what the drama Charlotte mentioned is referring to. Did it encapsulate all kind of drama or just a specific one? He needs more information. He leans forward and picks up his fork again. This time, he stabs his slice of cake and hums happily once he tastes it.

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"I just wish I wasn't stuck between decisions."

“Don’t we all,” Damien replies before remembering that he is supposed to help customers and not throw his sarcastic commentary at them. He clears his throat and gets off from the stool he had been sitting on, walking from behind the counter to where the girl is standing. “Do you have your list with you?” he asks her, glancing at her hands in hopes of finding a piece of parchment there with whatever it was that she was looking for written on it.

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SENTENCE STARTERS

RUINER.

❛    Do it for the love.   ❜ ❛     If I’m being honest, I don’t know what I’m chasing.   ❜ ❛     I just wanna let you know you’re not alone.   ❜ ❛     I got people from the past probably hoping I’m dead   ❜ ❛     It’s just things aren’t the way that they used to be.   ❜ ❛     I lost my mind, then I lost my best friend.   ❜ ❛     Yeah, so what if I did and what if I didn’t?   ❜ ❛     I just wish I wasn’t stuck between decisions.   ❜ ❛     I just wish I didn’t feel like something’s missing.   ❜ ❛     Seems like every time I leave I end up thinking of us.   ❜ ❛     I keep fucking with your head like a lobotomy.   ❜ ❛     You’ll always be a part of me.   ❜ ❛     Things change when you come around.   ❜ ❛     They’re just memories now.   ❜

SAYER.

❛     I can still hear it all.   ❜ ❛     Every word that you said gets embedded in my head.   ❜ ❛     All the things never spoke now choking me.   ❜ ❛     I been on my own.   ❜ ❛     You never called.   ❜ ❛     We never saw eye to eye.   ❜ ❛     Wasn’t tryna hurt you.   ❜ ❛     You know that wasn’t my intention.   ❜ ❛     & I never meant for this to happen.   ❜ ❛     I turn regret into a habit.   ❜ ❛     There’s nothing to say now.   ❜ ❛     How could you be fine when I’m barely getting by?   ❜ ❛     Every word you said now, was it all a lie?   ❜ ❛     Just sucks to feel this way when I know you don’t.   ❜ ❛     Why can’t I let go?   ❜

VACANTER.

❛     I can’t help it, if I could I would change it.   ❜ ❛     Lately, I’ve been feeling so vacant.   ❜ ❛     Holding out waiting for something to change   ❜ ❛     Everybody always asks if I’m okay, & I’m mad ‘cause I don’t know what to say.     ❜ ❛     It’s like I’m going insane.   ❜ ❛     I got enemies that live up in my brain.   ❜ ❛     You always told me you would be the one to help.   ❜ ❛     Now it’s me & myself.   ❜ ❛     Funny how it changed up like that.   ❜

CHANGER.

❛     I been thinking of my problems.   ❜ ❛     I’m feeling like “why bother”.   ❜ ❛     Growing up, there was no drama.   ❜ ❛     Telling me “move on” But honestly I don’t wanna.   ❜ ❛     Are you happy now?   ❜ ❛     Pretending to mitigate all your problems, motherfucker.   ❜ ❛     I just miss the days on the playground.   ❜ ❛     Seems like everybody that I loved went away now.   ❜ ❛     How come as I grow I keep feeling less alive?   ❜ ❛     How come all I see is the past when I shut my eyes?   ❜ ❛     Man, I thought it would last, but it passed me by.   ❜ ❛     How come all I see is your face when I look to the sky?   ❜ ❛     I could lead you to the water, but I can’t make you drink.   ❜ ❛     I can give my two cents, but I can’t make you think.   ❜

WASTER.

❛     Please don’t go.   ❜ ❛     Think I’m gonna break right now.   ❜ ❛     I just need a break right now.   ❜

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crjasper:

It was a late afternoon on a Sunday and Jasper decided that maybe a walk would be a good idea after having reorganized the greenhouse. He would exercise and breathe in some fresh air, get away from the nervous electric environment the corridors of Hogwarts seemed to be emiting. You could see students sitting together in the Great Hall and in the corridors debating the coming exams amongst themselves and sharing a book while they were at it. Jasper could only shake his head subtly. They should have studied sooner, he mused to himself.

He found himself hungry and needing a drink so he waddled slowly towards the Three Broomsticks, the dull ache on his leg a sign that he should take his medicine soon. Not that it did anything to improve his condition but it made living a bit easier. There are times he wishes he was young again, just like his students. Maybe then he would choose differently, live a little more beyond the greenhouse where he hid almost every day during his days as a student.

He was nursing a glass of firewhiskey, his mind far off in the past when a voice interrupts his thoughts and he looks up over his glasses. He recognised him as one of his 4th Upper Year students, quite remarkable and with enormous potential.

“Not a bother at all, go ahead and have a seat” the older motions towards the empty chair with a wave of his hand, a playful shy smile tilting the corners of his lips up.·“Unless you want to discuss your final exam to which I have to kindly refuse to give you any details.”

He visibly relaxes when his teacher allows him to sit at his table. He proceeds to do just that although not without an audible scoff leaving his lips at the idea he is here to ask questions about the exam. "I think you know me better than that Professor," he says as he sits down and instantly reaches over for the menu between them. He knows it by heart, but that doesn't mean he won't have a look at it anyway.

It doesn't take him much time to figure out what he wants though and soon, he is closing the menu and returning it to its previous location. After all, he came here to ask his professor questions, not to let the silence stretch between them and waste his time with menial things just to avoid getting to the heart of the matter. He joins his hands on the table and clears his throat. He has a vague idea of what he wants to ask, but he doesn't know where to start. Should he tell the older man about his dilemma first or should he simply ask him about his curriculum directly?

"Did you always want to be a teacher?" he eventually asks, deciding that going straight for his professor's professional background was the best option. "Or were there other options in the beginning and teaching came later?" He hoped Jasper wouldn't mind his questions, but he also trusted him to tell him if he didn't want to answer them/tell him about his life.

Future plans.

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A look into Damien’s phone

1. Current lockscreen: Neon plants

He changes it relatively often, but he usually chooses something that has a dark aesthetic as this is what he prefers. He also like macabre drawings/art so sometimes he will alternate between that and something plant related.

2. Current homescreen: black/white marble

He also changes it relatively often, just like his lock screen, but he rarely goes for something with crazy patterns. Again, he prefers something darker and more neutral. The apps he keeps on the ‘main’ screen are kept to a bare minimum and you will rarely see the tiny red square indicating he has unread messages/calls/emails because he hates seeing them pile up and finds it more satisfying when everything has been replied to.

3. The 10th picture on his camera roll: the pic of the guy with the white blonde hair

His camera roll is full of pictures he took. It ranges from male body parts (hands, jawlines, lips, etc.), full pictures of guys/girls, flowers/plants, sometimes food. It’s quite aesthetic. He usually takes the pictures with one of his cameras and transfers the ones he likes the most to his phone. That’s why most pictures are of higher quality than if he had taken them directly with his phone. There are some exceptions though. The pictures of interiors are usually either saved from online browsing or taken at apartments/houses of people he knows. He keeps them for inspiration for his future flat.

4. Favorite picture at the moment

It’s a picture he took of one of his (muggle) friends.

5. Most recent selfie

He doesn’t post selfies of himself often, but he takes A LOT. They usually safely remain in one folder on his phone to be viewed by no one else other than himself. With that said, he is okay with sending selfies to his friends, usually when they send him one of themselves.

6. Last person he texted: Callum

Even though he saved Callum as Calamity in his phone, he’s actually quite fond of the Ravenclaw student. They are quite close and get along well. They usually share gossip and talk about sex without shame. Damien likes to tease him.

7. Last people he called: his childhood best friend.

His childhood best friend (whose fc is wonho in my mind) still lives in Korea. When Damien moved from Korea to Scotland after his parents’ death, they lost touch for a few years, but eventually got in touch again (thanks to social media). He’s a wizard from a pureblood family, just like Damien, but he knows a lot more about the muggle world than Damien does.

8. Most recent song played: Sanctify - Years & Years

He’s recently discovered this band and has been obsessed with this song ever since he’s heard it. The group joins his limited repertoire of non-classical songs haha he’s probably going to find a way to get his hands on the album, hopefully on vinyl, when it comes out.

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crdash:

❅ Several winters ago ❅

[...]

Dashiell felt very cold suddenly. He swallowed over a tightening lump in his throat, hands icy and sweaty as they rested on his knees. His aversion to small, enclosed spaces was not something he spoke about, not ever. And somehow he’d just walked into a game where sitting in one was the object. “Dash?” the same boy asked, eyebrows high in expectation. He felt everyone’s eyes on him and he looked away uncomfortably, only then noticing Damien within the circle.

He only knew of the Slytherin upperclassman by reputation but the surprise of seeing him partake in such a game was subdued by the fear he was trying to hold back. He held eye contact with him for perhaps too long, wearily shifting his attention back to the boy controlling the game and shaking his head. That closet was the last place he wanted to be. “Well if there are no volunteers we have to spin,” the boy huffed, reaching forward and whipping the bottle around once more. Dashiell couldn’t help but sigh in relief when the bottle did not land near him. Its chosen target entered the closet but he’d only bought himself the next seven minutes to figure out a way to escape.

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If someone was to ask him how he ended up there, Damien would say that he had been intrigued to find out what the group of students had wanted to do with an empty bottle. He hadn’t known about what it would be used for until everyone had been made to sit in a circle. It’s not that he didn’t figure it out earlier because he was too stupid to, but rather because he had not been familiar with the muggle game at all. When the (very simple) rules had been dished out, he had squirmed a little on his spot. It’s not that he minded dark narrow spaces (a closet was just a closet after all), and he didn’t mind kissing another guy, but the idea of kissing a girl…and having to pretend to like it…well, he supposes he didn’t have to pretend at all, but then what would happen…

Luckily for him, the bottle had not fallen on him once since the start of the game. He assumed that some people must have calculated the amount of strength that needed to be use for the bottle to point at the person they wanted to share a kiss with…or maybe it was all up to luck, who knew. That’s where his thoughts were when a new member got invited to join them. He looked up from his lap and tilted his head slightly as he took in the tall Gryffindor. Thankfully, the newcomer didn’t notice him, too busy folding his long limbs into a sitting position. Why was everyone so damn tall in this school? He both loved it and hated it at the same time.

The girl who had invited Dash to join them left the circle to go in the closet and when they were asked who wanted to join her, Damien’s gaze travelled over to where the Gryffindor boy was sitting when his name was called questioningly. Their gaze met, and Damien arched an eyebrow when he noticed the other boy seemed uncomfortable. But that didn’t make any sense because from what Damien knew of Dashiell, by things heard through the grapevines and his own observations, the taller student seemed to exude confidence at all time. It didn’t make sense for him to join a game if said game made him uncomfortable. Then again, Dashiell probably wasn’t uncomfortable at all and had only looked away for another reason.

He eventually broke eye contact and busied himself by picking at the frayed edges of the rip in his jeans right over his left knee. He tuned out the conversations around him when the person who had been chosen to join Harriet in the closet made their way there and stayed there for seven minutes. He was only pulled back to the present when the two returned from the closet with flushed cheeks and took their place into the circle again. The boy who seemed to have chosen to lead the game since the start spinned the bottle and Damien watched it spin and spin until it stopped, pointing right at him. He heard some people whistling and others saying, not too subtly that it was about damn time.

He silently pushed himself to his feet and brushed the back of his jeans before throwing a smirk at everyone gathered there. He ran his hand through his hair, pushing back the strands before making his way over to the closet. Well, this was either going to be really fun, or truly awful. He hoped for the former. Please let the bottle fall on a guy, he thought as he closed the door behind himself.

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crichigo:

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his gaze turns to the older slytherin, the upset showing in his face now. "i did want to be respected, that’s why i stayed with them for so long. i didn’t – i don’t care about being loved." 

( a lie. ) 

"i just… wanted to be important,” he looks away again, pressing his mouth into a thin line. “but i guess that didn’t really work.” 

he shuts himself up now, remembering that he didn’t want to say anything to the other in the first place. he furrows his brows as he takes a long gulp of the tea, aware of how it burns his tongue but he doesn’t care. 

He hums as he listens to the other beating himself up for staying with assholes for so long. “I wouldn’t call you stupid. You hoped, and maybe in the long run that didn’t lead to the ending you wanted, but there’s nothing wrong with hoping and wanting to belong. Everyone wants to belong.” When the younger student starts talking about his blood status, Damien remains quiet. He is a pureblood himself, but he never paid attention to blood status and he doesn’t understand why that would even still be important nowadays. That said, he has witnessed how it still matters to certain people, mostly in the Slytherin house, and it has always revolted him. “Do you think that’s wrong?” he asks Ichigo while looking right at him. “That you grew up with a muggle mother?” He makes sure to keep his voice low as the other doesn’t seem to want others to hear and Damien is going to respect that.

There is so much more he wants to tell him. He wishes he could say that it’s not a good idea to surround yourself with people who you can’t even show your real self to. If you must hide who you are when you are with your friends, then something isn’t right. But he can’t just lecture him for hours about life and what he should be doing or not. There are many things that one must learn on its own. He’s still helping him a little by offering advice that was never asked of him, but he can’t just offer him all the answers on a silver platter. One needs to make mistakes and learn from them. Experience different things until, hopefully, they will have a positive epiphany.

“There are many different ways to be someone important,” he comments softly, a light smile appearing on his face as he observes the other boy’s antics and his reluctance to talk to him. He can’t blame him. The other stuck with the same group of shitty friends for so long and was just pushed out of the group. It’s not like Damien and him are friends. That’s why he doesn’t mind that the other boy isn’t speaking much. He’s fine with breaking the silence and speaking for both. “Standing up for someone, caring for your friends, those are ways to become someone important to someone else. Being important is not always about status.” Of course, he is aware of how important status is in society, but even the poorest person on earth is important to another person and that’s something worth remembering.

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Smells rotten.

@crxclo​ - continued from here

“It’s why he’s my tutor,” he defends quietly, for his hand partially covers the irritated sector of his visage, “The information never seems to stick.” Within that humiliating moment, the truth in his words are presentable. If he identified the plant that attacked him beforehand, he surely wouldn’t have allowed its horrendous emissions. Though, this unpleasant experience may have just cemented its visual identification in his brain—avoidance tends to work well with the lad, especially if it means preserving of his own self.

Despite it all, there is a lighter side to the whole situation, one of which Clotarie will not fully appreciate until he receives what is in dire need. With assistance is he seated, where only the kindest air can comfort his irritated nose. His settlement made not only his lungs but his stomach unhappy enough for him to grasp the areas. He stares ahead until the other’s offer enters his peripheral, and even the sight of the neutral drink seemed unappetizing at this time. “Mm, thank you, Damien.” Regardless, the bottle is accepted by a clammy hand, the lid being removed by the other. “Please. Do tell me just what was that plant. My memory fails me today… as it should with my inability to conquer herbology.” A sigh will emit before his beverage gets tilted and pours smoothly past puckered lips.

“Your tutor…”, he repeats dubiously, not because he doesn’t believe that Jonathan is really helping Clotarie, but rather because he wonders if they really study when they are together. From what he has witnessed during his years at the school, ‘tutoring’ is often just an excuse for couples to make out behind books. For all he knows though, they really could be studying and anyway, none of this is his business so he doesn’t say anything more.

He takes off the thing that had been pinching his nose close and slightly tilts his head when the fellow Sltyherin student asks him about the plant. “It’s a carrion flower. There are many plants that fall into this family, but the one in the greenhouse was an Amorphophallus titanum, but I think this one might be a hybrid with a magical plant. I am not 100% sure about it though. They are known for emitting an odor that smells like rotten meat. It’s supposed to attract specific insects, but yeah. The smell is foul.” He sits down next to Clotarie and stretches out his legs in front of him, leaning his back against the bench. “It’s a good thing we don’t have Bulbophyllum orchids here in the school’s greenhouses because those also have flowers that produce different disgusting odors, although some also produce fruity aromas apparently, but yeah.”

He clears his throat before glancing up at the sky, feeling a bit awkward after having just spilled out all this knowledge about plants. Sure, Clotarie had asked, but still…he probably hadn’t expected to get all this information.

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Future plans.

Starter for @crjasper​

Graduation was coming up and it wasn’t the upcoming exams that were stressing out Damien, making him pace the dorm back and forth, surely driving his roommates crazy, and biting his nails (which was something he tended to avoid at all cost). No, the source of stress was what was coming after the exams. He is quite certain that everyone he knows have already decided what they wanted to do after graduating, and it didn’t matter if that thing was to travel before finding a real job or getting hired right away. It was still a plan. But a plan is what he was lacking. He had years to come up with one, to figure out what he was going to do after graduating and here he was, still lost, not any closer to getting an answer to the problem.

It is with this strong feeling of helplessness that he made his way through the streets of Hogsmeade, deeply lost in his thoughts. He wished he could have talked to this with his roommates, but he didn’t dare bring it up. He felt like that would be admitting a weakness and there was no way he was going to show any, even if those guys had known him for 11 years now and have seen him through good and bad times.

He is pulled out of his thoughts when his feet stop in front of a door. He glances up and notices the sign of the Three Broomsticks. A drink, he decides, might help him figure things out. He pushes the door and steps inside, thankful for the minimal number of students since most of them are currently spending more time studying at school than visiting a pub. As he makes his way between tables, he notices a familiar face and hesitates before walking over until he is standing across from his herbology teacher.

”Mr. Moon,” he says as he rests his hand on the back of the empty chair, “I am sorry to bother you outside of school hours, but may I sit with you? There are a few things I would like to ask you, if that’s alright?”

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crxviolet:

[...]

It was a close battle with Violet’s perseverance and competitiveness along with Damien’s experience and equal passion to win. At that point both seemed to be wanting to tire each other out, flashes of light colliding and spells being shouted. She could feel the hair at her nape starting to stick to her skin and she felt Professor Yong’s stare on their duel. It was part of their final evaluation after all.

Violet started to feel frustration and it was showing everytime she casted a spell. A simple “Expeliarmus!” started to look sloppy and rushed against Damien’s attacks, controlled and disciplined.

Maybe it was more than she could chew. He was older and more experienced. Maybe Violet wasn’t as good as she thought. She hated the fact she was losing.

Damien had never been able to understand how Professor Yong’s mind worked, and it was not for lack of trying. The man was mysterious as hell. It explained why Damien was surprised to find out that his duelling partner was going to be a 6th year who hadn’t even passed her N.E.W.T.s yet. He didn’t want to underestimate her, but he also couldn’t help but feel like the duel was not set up to be fair from the start.

He made his way to the stage and took the time to look at his opponent. He had to bite back a strong urge to grin when he noticed the way she was looking at him, her entire posture telling him that he should not underestimate her. Alright then. He bowed as she did, before getting into position, wand ready.

His opponent’s first few attempts had been child’s play. It had been relatively easy to counter them before they could even touch him and make him embarrass himself in front of the entire school. He had to admit though, that the girl was quite good for her year. The fact she was able to keep up with him and didn’t let his spells get to her proved how determined she was. At this point, he started to be thankful for having been paired with her. It made for a good duel and he hoped that their final evaluation grade would reflect that.

“Impedimenta,” he calls out while moving his wand and a small smile appears on his face when the jinx is easily deflected by his opponent. He continued to use simple jinxes for a good part of the duel, throwing his own respectable amount of Ebublio and other spells meant to block the ones thrown at him. Sure, he was in Slytherin and a duel was not something that existed to play nice. It was a battle, but Damien didn’t feel like throwing embarrassing spells at his opponent. He could have, but he didn’t want to. That wouldn’t have brought him any joy or satisfaction. However, this duel had to end eventually and he had a special spell he was keeping just for that.

After another rushed expelliarmus from his opponent, Damien quickly ran his hand that was not holding his wand into his hair, brushing it back. Sweat had slowly formed on his forehead and it was annoying him. He straightened up and waved his wand. “Langlock!” he says and watches, satisfied, when it hits the Hufflepuff girl and automatically prevents her from talking as her tongue is now glued to the roof of her mouth. Only then, when the end of the match is announced, does he allow himself to grin. He bows at his opponent before walking up to her and putting his hand on her shoulder.

“That was great. You were a good opponent,” he tells her with a softer smile before getting off the stage.

The Class

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crichigo:

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“yeah, i know,” he replies quietly. a bitter taste comes to his mouth again and he takes another sip of tea to try to wash it down, and then: “but it works for them, right? they don’t actually care about respect, they just want to be able to get what they want.” it feels weird, referring to them as ‘them’ now instead of 'us’. although even ichigo knows that there was never really an 'us’; even with all that ichigo threw away for them he was always left clinging to the edge of the social circle, never really fitting in anywhere.

talking badly about them gives him a tiny bit of comfort but at the same time, there’s a twinge of anxiety in his gut, as if they’d find out about what he’s saying and find a way to make him pay for it. he draws into himself a little, sinking down in the armchair. he glances over at the other slytherin. “you don’t have to stay here…” his tone softens slightly as his gaze slides over to a couple of kids on the other side of the room. “it’s probably not a good idea to be around me right now.” he swallows. “but thanks for the tea.” 

“I know I don’t have to, but I’m going to leave once I feel like leaving,” he calmly replies when the boy tells him it might not be a good idea to stay here with him. “And you’re welcome, for the tea.” He continues to drink his tea until his mug is empty and then he sets it aside, joining his hands and linking his fingers together over his lap.

“I always assumed you were just as bad as them,” he suddenly declares, keeping his gaze on the other Slytherin. “I never saw how you were when you were not with them because I would always see you with them. Seeing you watch in silence whenever they bullied and hurt others, just standing there without doing anything, I thought that was just as despicable as if you had actively participated, but then I realized I was not better. I also never intervened even though I could.” The boy didn’t ask for his opinion, for his thoughts, but Damien feels like it is important for him to fill the silence this time. He usually prefers to keep to himself, but not now.

“You say it works for them, that they are able to get what they want. What’s that exactly? Respect? I already told you I don’t believe this is what they are getting. Are they getting love? They’re not. While other students are out there building some friendships that are going to last, they are sticking with kids who will probably stab them in the back when the opportunity arise.” His fingers twitch and he sighs, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. He knows he sounds like he is preaching, like he has all of his shit together and like he is preaching, but that’s not what he is trying to do here.

“If that’s what you also wanted, you would have stayed with them. But you didn’t.”

★ — issues ;

[crdamn]

crcallum:

[...]

as if sizing damien up, cal leans away, looking him from head to toe, biting over his lip. it’s not as if he hadn’t thought about it. but friendships were so far and few between. there was a risk that things would become emotional – and emotions were messy for callum. “maybe. i mean, all you slytherins have a reputation for being good in the sack. but we were just discussing how the house doesn’t always make the man,” he teases, cocking his head and glancing around. “have you ever been a daddy before? you seem very vanilla to me.”

”I mean, I can see the logic in your argument,” he begins after Callum has explained why he’s not going to be turning forty-five, “but just so you know, it would be very sad without you around and I would miss the hell out of you.” His cheeks don’t turn red at the admittance because he’s not embarrassed about his feelings for his friend. He enjoys Callum’s company and he is sincere when he says that he would miss him.

He bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling when Callum brings up a childhood memory. He’s heard bits and pieces over the years, not all of them nice and fond, but this one is cute. “Not everyone knows what they want when they are 8 years old Cal,” he says just before his composure melts away and he ends up with an amused smile. He shifts a little so he can press himself even closer against Callum, getting on the tip of his toes to rest his chin on the other’s shoulder. “Was there a little apron for you to wear? So you could be the perfect little wife?” he whispers into his friend’s ear, teasing him. He chuckles and quickly moves away before Callum can decide to hurt him.

“I was young too when I figured it out. I wanted to marry one of the apprentices working at my parents’ shop. He had beautiful red hair and was covered in freckles.” Sometimes, he thinks it would be nice if he could come back to the shop so Damien could see if he changed a lot over the years, but another part of him doesn’t want to know, prefers to keep the memory he has of him.

He arches an eyebrow while Callum checks him out. He spreads his arms out, as if to silently asks whether Callum likes what he sees. “Oh do we now? I wonder where you heard that. I thought most students were too afraid of us to even want our body parts anywhere near theirs.” He’s joking of course. He’s well aware that there are a lot of students who do not believe all the stereotypes about the Houses. But still. His expression turns suddenly turns into a cold stare. “Vanilla? You insult me!” He didn’t have anything against vanilla sex, but he did have non-vanilla interests too.

“I have been. It depends on the partner really. Some just call for your more dominant side, make you want to spoil them too.” He doesn’t mention that he usually prefers to be on the receiving end when his partners are older than him.

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crxisla:

her mother only taught her how to build a dam to withhold the torrent of emotions. however, she never taught isla what to do if her feelings became tidal waves that flooded her soul. the slytherin couldn’t risk opening the gates, let herself flood the hallways of hogwarts. drowning.

so isla taught herself to ignore the cracks in her concrete hull and she expected other’s to do the same. but the school of magic teaches isla that life is about anomalies, a world partially outside of her mother’s vice grip. that is what wanders into her premises now, pillars of support.

❝ – do you ever, ❞ isla begins quietly. her voice barely louder than the wind which travels across the cliff where the owl tower belongs. she doesn’t want her partner to know she actually said those words, in case they come across as nothing suitable. a fellow slytherin, but one year older isla feels as if perhaps he would be a decade wiser.

❝ – think about leaving everything behind and just flying somewhere? an easy thought, but a family member will always complicate things. ❞

@crdamn

The breeze feels nice on his skin and he is content to remain silent while the Slytherin girl who’s near him gathers her thoughts. He’s leaning against the stone wall, head tilted backward and eyes closed when the first words leave the girl’s mouth. He hums softly and straightens up, opening his eyes to throw a glance at her.

“I do,” he says before sighing and stretching his arms in front of himself. “It’s a tempting thought and one that may take roots in one’s mind for a lot of different reasons. Some are longing for freedom, away from the chains that are tying them to a place they do not like, others want to disappear, some may just want a new start.” He pauses, but keeps looking at Isla.

“Tell me, how do you think the family member would complicate things?” He was interested to hear her reason for saying that, her thoughts. “Is it that you are afraid you leaving would hurt them? Or are you afraid they will be able to find you no matter how far away you go?”

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[crdamn]

Surrender.

Random starter for @crxjihyuck - prompt: don’t

If there was one thing that Damien had learned over the years, it was that younger students loved to pull pranks and their favorite target, 90% of the time, seemed to be Slytherin students. He has never understood the logic behind it all since most of the students seem terrified of anyone from that House. Apparently, the possible satisfaction resulting from a successful prank was motivation enough to forget about the fear. Or perhaps the pranksters didn’t fear the House in the first place.

At any rate, there was a student currently scheming something. He was just a few meters away from Damien who had come upon him on his way back to the common room. He hadn’t made his presence known right away, preferring to observe in silence and try to figure out what the boy was up to. Eventually, it had all become clear and Damien could have decided not to intervene, but the last time someone had decided to pull a prank on the Slytherin House….well, he didn’t want to remember that.

So he silently makes his way over to the boy and swiftly grabs the boy’s wrist before sticking the tip of his wand below the boy’s jaw, near the neck. “Don’t,” he warns, hoping the student will get the hint and be wise enough to take his prank somewhere else.