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if the 🍁 shoe fits

@crfriday​ | morning after the flower harvest 

“Latrodectus katipo: spell or spider?” he asks. So unchanging is his neutral expression and low, monotonous drawl that one could mistake him for being displeased. Yet, he swishes his butterfly net like a content puppy wags its tail. This is peak socialization -- this trailing behind the backs of his peers, incessantly quizzing them about the local insect population no matter how much they groan or whisper “ who’s bright idea was to invite him? ”.

“Any guesses?” he says. “Come on, you guys! Why organize a nature walk if nobody’s interested in the native fauna?” Wind ripples his all-black windbreaker, as well as the wispy black bangs creeping over his eye like the leaves of a willow tree. Fellow hikers slow down against the gust, but he presses forward quicker. It gives him a chance to walk besides his peers, rather than behind them in a constant game of catch-up. 

“Latrodectus katipo is the endangered, distant cousin to the black widow spider. Theoretically, its venom would make a great undetectable poison probably I bet for sure maybe. So if anyone gets bitten today, I’ll be extracting a quick sample before--!” 

Joon stumbles. He falls onto the path’s rocky terrain face-first and grazes his chin. It’s only a small scrape, albeit with dirt and gravel peppering the wound. His right shoe slips off and rolls down the mountain, tumbling faster and faster until it’s launched off a ledge. And floating down after it is a large, foam insole.  

Normally, a situation like this wouldn’t be a cause for alarm; he’d simply brush off his hands like nothing ever happened. But this isn’t a normal accident. This is a disaster. There’s no chance for a summoning charm when the nearby trails are swarming with Muggle tourists.

He closes his eyes. Sprawled out on the trail, twitching as he catches his breath, he’s not unlike the spiders he’s droned on about all morning.

“I’m a daddy long legs who just got his legs clipped.”  

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early birds 🐦

@crnate, @crxfelix, @crelliott, & @crtyler 

“Alright boys, I’m only doing this for the money.” 

Joon doesn’t ask permission from his roommates to execute his plan, which involves no less than: five empty packs of Wrigley’s Cool Mint chewing gum, the bribing of a certain metamorphmagus, and a batch of sleeping drought large enough to tranquilize an elephant. 

“You should all know by now that extra credit isn’t really my style,” he adds. Sprigs of valerian are tossed into the cauldron with all the confidence of a professional chef. “But I’ll make an exception just this once,” he says. “Anyway, I took the liberty of getting started. This sleeping drought will wipe out any competition that isn’t thirsting for Liv Tyler -- that’s Arwen, for you normies -- when Wallace morphs into her tomorrow.”

He grins. “Let’s make sure there’s not a single can of Red Bull left in this hotel,” he says. “Who volunteers to clean out the vending machines? A simple disassembly charm would be quickest, but I have the feeling most of you are the type that actually pay for things.” 

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this isn’t my first prison break 🍭

| open to all & multiple ( especially his roommates in floor 4, room 14 !!! )

“The instructions were clear,” he says, tapping his wand against the window. In a shower of white sparks, bolts and screws pop off the frame like corks on a champagne bottle. Joon’s toothy grimace -- and despite the expression, he’s sincerely delighted -- widens as the window disassembles itself, sorting every bolt and jamb into an organized spread across his bed. “We had to be back at the apartment for roll call at 10PM sharp.” 

Joon reaches down, pinches a wayward bolt between his fingers, and watches it tremble between his forefinger and thumb. “I did what they wanted,” he says. “I stood there for the cattle count. If they didn’t want us jumping the fence, then their instructions shouldn’t have been so...” 

The Gryffindor releases the bolt with a flourish of his fingertips. It zips through the air, ricocheting off the nearest person’s shoulder and crash landing on his comforter. He believes himself and that bolt to be similar: they will arrive to wherever they’re ordered to go, but their methods of getting there are erratic and unconventional. 

. “...so open to interpretation.”

He dusts his hands off. A breeze carries the cityscape scent through their new hole in the wall and the thick tangle of steel, gasoline emissions, and seawater blankets itself over their cozy room. “I’m curious about what the Auckland nightlife has to offer,” he says. “What about you? Are you in or are you out?”

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crxaria:

@crxjoon ❀

“so… you survived. we survived, i mean. one more year.” the ravenclaw rests her chin on her hand, as she eyed him skeptically, not sure if she even saw him in all of the examinations for shared classes. “gonna stick it out till the end with me? hmmm?” 

“honestly, it just feels like i haven’t seen you in a long time. and i’m sure you weren’t just busy studying for finals, hmmm? what were you doing that i don’t know about?” she leaned in closer, as if this would entice him in any way to reveal more than what he would anyway. it’s an old habit that she did often, if only to annoy or entertain him with how open of a book she could be at times. 

and even if they rarely openly said anything of affection ( once in a blue moon, perhaps ), joon was joon and aria would personally say he was the best type of company- a little out there, sometimes unpredictable yet comfortable, and genuinely himself. in her opinion anyway. there’s no burden on her shoulders at this time, it’s - so comfortable. the relief of the school year ending and freedom calling again.

“come on, tell me– i know where you sleep,” she said without a change in her expression. they all knew where everyone slept - a meaningless comment when there were only 4 different houses. 

“or perhaps, well. are you tagging along to new zealand?”

A dog-eared, highlighted copy of Skinning the Beast: Werewolves rests in his hands and holds the majority of his attention. Eye never straying from the pages of gruesome detail, it’s hard to tell he’s listening to Aria at all until he answers her. “Surprising, isn’t it? Given this school’s track record, I didn’t expect to make it past age fourteen,” he says.

He kicks up his feet to get comfortable. It’s a challenge; sitting atop a hard-sided briefcase with brass locks tends to make his ass go numb every few minutes. Unfortunately, the most comfortable position is when his two black, men’s leather boots -- heartily dusted in red dirt no less -- are propped against the table’s skirt in a way that would make his mother scream. “And if I told you, what would you do with that information?” he asks.

Without sparring her a glance, he lifts the book like a barricade between his face and that of his companion’s. “You might, but you don’t know which pillow I keep my dagger under,” he replies. “Anyway, I’m undecided. School sanctioned trips have too many...”

Joon lifts one hand, gesturing to the warm and friendly surroundings of a typical Hogsmeade cafe as he ‘searches’ for the right word. He scrunches his nose. 

“Rules.” 

dog days are over

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ooc; just popping in to say i’m slowly working on replies & starters i’ve owed people since forever! it’s been awhile, so i’m sure some of my thread partners & future thread partners have been wondering about my status. ^^;;; I PROMISE THEY’RE IN MY BRAIN OVEN, BAKING INTO BEAUTIFUL PARAS AS WE SPEAK! thank you all for being so patient with me!!! <3

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saying ‘its not my blood’ is rarely as reassuring as i mean it to be

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team totally screwed;

open | outskirts of the forbidden forest; before exams

“What, you don’t like my chairs? Black is a no-nonsense, sensible color that hides brain matter splatter and other stains,” he says. He slouches in a canvas lawn chair, its material black like the majority of his wardrobe and belongings. Three identical -- albeit, unoccupied -- chairs surround the small campfire ablaze on the outskirts of the forbidden forest. “You could say I take after my father,” he adds, looking up. “He’s a practical man.”

Joon rips a sheet of astronomy notes from his notebook, folds it into a paper airplane with crisp and near-perfect creases, and sends it sailing into the fire. It’s only mildly more satisfying than crumpling his notes for lazy, overhead shots and imaginary 3-pointers. “Anyway, shouldn’t a good student like yourself be studying?” he asks. “If you’re here to buy muggle goods off of me, it’s too late. I don’t take orders so close to the end of the year...” 

He grins.

“...unless you’d like to offer something that would make a last minute order worth my time.” 

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EMOJI HEADCANONS

🤬  –– Do you curse a lot? How often? What are some of your favorite swear words? 😳  –– Do you get embarrassed easily? What would you consider your ‘breaking point’ of embarrassment? 🤫  –– Are you able to keep a secret? We all know everyone has a person they tell everything to, other people’s secrets included: who’s that person for you? 🤥  –– How often do you lie? Do you lie to make people feel better? 😴  –– How much sleep do you tend to get every night? How much sleep do you need to function properly? 🤧  –– Do you get sick often? Are you one of those people who get sick but power through it, or do you complain the entire time and not move from the sofa? 👽  –– Do you believe in aliens? Do you believe there could be life on other planets, no matter how small? 🎃  –– What was your first Halloween costume that you can remember? How old were you when you stopped trick or treating? 💍  –– Do you want to get married someday? If you are married, did your wedding go as you imagined it would? 💇‍♀️  –– What’s the most drastic thing you ever did to your hair? What were the reasons behind it ( drunk, getting over a break-up, a dare, etc )? 🤞  –– Do you believe in luck? Do you believe in the usual lucky things ( four-leaf clovers, horseshoes, rabbit foot, etc )? Do you have any unusual things you think bring you luck ( a shirt, hat, book, number )? 👮‍♀️  –– Have you ever had a brush with the law? What had you done, and did you get caught? What were the consequences? 👩‍👩‍👧‍👦  –– What kind of family did you grow up in? Two-parent, single-parent, raised by someone else? How many siblings do you have? Did you have any other type of family in your house all the time? 👙  –– What sorts of things do you do when you go to the beach, or what would you do if you’ve never been to one before? 🌂  –– How do you feel about rain? Do you immediately run for cover or are you okay getting wet while out in it? 👓  –– Do you wear glasses or contacts? How long have you had to, if you do?

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30 Days Hath September⏱️

flashback to their younger years : potion’s class | @crvince

Students shoot dirty looks at their classmate as they return to their seats through a brimstone haze, coughing into their sleeves and shooting dirty looks at their classmate. Joon’s unflinching stare is magnified to bug-eyed proportions behind a pair of goggles he’s pillaged from Knockturn Alley. It’s made of brass tarnished and in need of a careful cleaning, and wraps around his skull with a too-thick leather strap. 

“Don’t be so dramatic, people!” he says. “You’re not dying and the smoke was cleared before your lungs could melt. People make minor miscalculations all the time, gosh.”

Their professor clarifies that nobody is in danger of having their lungs melt and that bodily harm jokes are a one-way ticket to detention. But, it doesn’t stop the uproar of students upset the creepy goggle boy isn’t content to follow the textbook’s recipes. There are days his alteration of potions ingredients are effective, but he’s still a young boy tripping over shoes a size too big and his experiments end in disaster. 

Today is a disaster kind of day.

The professor claps their hands to get everyone’s attention. To prevent mishaps, everyone will be assigned a partner for the rest of the month.

It is each partner’s job to make sure the other follows textbook instructions and isn’t sneaking unstable, volatile ingredients to class no matter how well they work in theory. They’ll have all the time to experiment after they graduate; for now, all they’re trying to do is not burn down the potion’s room. The potion’s professor chooses partners at random until there are only two students left: “...and that leaves Vincent with Joon.” 

Joon spins in his seat and grins at his new partner. 

“Looks like we’re stuck together for thirty days, huh?”

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crdavid:

crdavid:

                                      .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

He didn’t expect the class to give out so many different answers. David looks down, smiling as he listens to each and every student giving their answers. That was until two students decides to mention the dwarf planet, Pluto. A small chuckle escapes his lips and he walks behind the table. “Well… Pluto is debatable.” He opens up the drawer and pulls out two stickers.

“Pluto is technically no longer a planet, hence why I said eight planets instead of nine,” he walks up to the two students ( @crelijah , @crxclaire ), handing them the stickers. “It was nice that you two still consider Pluto as one of the planets.” Walking back to the front of the class, he leans against the table slightly, “According to the muggles studies, Pluto has been reclassified as a dwarf planet as of 2006.”

David looks at his class, “For your homework, please write a small essay about why you have chosen the planet and your basic knowledge of it. If you don’t know much about your planet, you can always write what you would like to learn more about it.”

He raises a hand, in order to catch the class’s attention once more. “Before I let you guys go, I would like to say that I have extra point system. If you can impress me somehow, I will be putting a star sticker on the board behind me. By the end of the year, I will calculate all the points together, and they will be rewarded as bonus points for your house.” He winks and chuckles softly, slightly embarrassed by his actions. “I hope you guys will enjoy my class as much as I enjoy teaching you about Astronomy. Class dismissed.”

                                     .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[ Hello! For this proportion of the assignment, please refer here if you have forgotten your planet. I’m actually glad that so many people participated in this! Anyways, even though David said to write an essay, I really do not expect you to write an essay. You can do whatever you feel like doing, whether or not it’s a big 10 thousand word essay to 10-20 words, there is no word limit. Remember that I am extremely chill so I don’t expect you to do that much. You do whatever you feel comfortable in doing. Every post that is either reblogged/created (please do tag me so I know haha) will result in 20 points. The last date to submit/complete this will be on April 4. Thank you so much and I look forward in reading everything!! ]

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[  Don’t forget that, there’s one more week to do this! Easy 20 points too ]

“Muggle scientists have named fifty-three of Saturn’s moons, which leaves nine or more moons unnamed,” he reads. “In this report about my favorite planet, I will propose a name for the fifty-fourth moon.” Joon holds his report at eye-level, the creased and crumpled parchment effectively blocking his face from view of the class. His monotonous voice drones through descriptions of a few notable moons. The only sign of interest manifests as a slight fluctuation of pitch whenever he elaborates upon how a moon’s atmospheric conditions can make an astronaut’s body part explode. In his humble opinion, those moments are the highlights of his essay -- much, much more interesting than the tidbits of how those moons impact their planet. 

“In conclusion, suitable names for Saturn’s fifty-fourth moon are Hunter-Destroyer or Carbon Rain “The Rock” Johnson. These are very creative names; they are reminders of how Saturn stops asteroids from blowing up Earth and how one day our space colonies will harvest diamonds from its rainstorms. Explosions and space colonies are my favorite things, so now Saturn must be a favorite thing of mine by default. If Saturn isn't your favorite planet by the end of this report, I give up. The End.”

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crxyong:

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( ’ one of the many mysteries hogwarts can give is the mystery of the bottomless work to do and the stress that comes with it. there’s a growing objection the second the headmaster instructs him to be in charge of detention time, during patrols. yong tries to logically map it out, but he fails in the middle of thinking. so, there he is, with a cup of coffee, looking over the kid he gave detention to just a few weeks ago ) i can’t believe i picked a stone to hit against my head ( ‘ he murmurs to himself, regretting to have given the kid work in the first place ) 

Sir, it’s not fair that I’m always stuck cleaning the small beakers! George needs to stop giving them to me just because I have small hands. Why can’t I clean the dissection boards? ( The boy sitting behind him snorts, which does nothing but make Joon more indignant. Most other students resign to their chores – done the old fashioned way, no magic allowed! – quietly or with rumblings under their breath. Only Joon puts up a fuss because he wants to clean the grossest piece of equipment in the room. ) Give me the fucking dissection board, George! It’s my turn to clean it! You’re always hogging it. 

mildly mad

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cralecc:

a bright smile graces an eleven year old alec’s lips at the mention of goosebumps, eyes sparkling with excitement when his fellow gryffindor carries on speaking. “ah! the tv show was so awesome. wooooow lucky!”

alec had always seen joon around but they’d never had a conversation long enough for them to properly bond, so he was happy they had finally gotten the chance too. alec had a habit of wanting to be friends with everyone that he could, purely because he liked to be around people.

“are you being serious!?” the smile spreading even more then it was before, words probably a little louder then he wanted them to be but throwing caution the wind. “oh man, that’d be so awesome.” his hands already quickly grabbing hold of the book and studying it with his own eyes. “thanks joon! i’ll be sure to return to you once im finished!! we can even discuss it too!” 

A short, fragile-looking boy with sharp elbows and a sickly pallor doesn’t scream Gryffindor. He’s certainly smaller than most first years, easily mistaken for a younger sibling visiting their big brother at boarding school. But Joon is certain – certain in that big, red-and-gold heart of his – that he show his house proud. 

It’d just be nice to accomplish that while surrounded by friends. Blame it on his budding macabre interests or unintentional magic usage in the muggle world, but he’d never really had friends before. He’s always been on the outskirts of social circles, desperately hanging onto the fringe and hoping a spot for him would open up. He’s nervous about this making friends business, but reminds himself that Alec is a Gryffindor who likes Goosebumps. If that isn’t a sign of friendship, he doesn’t know what is!

“Yeah, dead serious!” he giggles. “I write letters to R.L. Stine all the time now! If he ever replies back, I’ll let you know what he says before anyone else. S-Since we’re both fans, yeah?” 

His smile quivers from nerves, but only for a moment.

“Do, um, wizard stores sell Goosebumps?” 

goosebumps 🦇

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crxalice:

     “there…there’s no way i could do it!” alice exclaims with a pout on her lips. “what if i get professor kim in trouble? and what if i get in trouble? i wouldn’t even know what to do!” she crosses her arms, huffing at the thought. “i mean, i would use it for good, but…what would that even entail? the best thing i could do in this situation is nothing so i don’t get into trouble!”

“how would you get caught?” he says. “there’s no way to prove that it’s you inside professor kim’s body. i suggest you have fun with it, professor. why don’t you free me from detention or grade our tests on a curve?”

you’ve got that power 😈

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crnate:

“Yeah, sorry. I forgot,” Typical, forgetful Nathaniel. He hardly remembers neglecting to send his own friend a reminder. Either lack of sleep or force of (lazy) habit, he merely promises to do what he cannot keep. “And, uh… here. Let’s set up in one of these thingies.” He gestures to an alcove his housemates generally used for taking naps between classes, the wide chaise lounge perfect for resting a tired body on.

He takes the jar of sheep eyes from Joon, carefully examining and turning it in his hands. It would be concerning to most how unbothered both students appeared by such grotesque objects, but Ravenclaw is no stranger to the eccentric student. Nate considers Joon honorary by exception. “Damn, you would think it would smell right vile though, but I guess they sealed this sucker up pretty well,” His head swivels to catch the eye of his friend’s. “What are you gonna do with this shit exactly anyway?”

“Nah mate, it only smells rank if it’s not preserved right,” he says. “The regular smell’s kinda comforting, at least for me. Some relax in rose gardens, others in a fume of latex and formaldehyde.”  

Joon shuffles to the alcoves with hesitant footsteps, carefully measuring the distance between himself and the usual tripping hazards in Ravenclaw (read: books, books, and more books). “Gonna test tumor and infection removal onto them,” he says. “I got all this bug-eye potion in a spray bottle, just to enlarge the eyes for more precision. Figure once I become familiar with the basics, it’ll help me understand magical ailments in a new light.”

He pauses and gives his best friend a big, cheeky grin.

“Also cutting open eyeballs is really cool,” he says. “Wanna give it a whirl?”

patchy 🏴‍☠️

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crxamelia:

Amelia is usually a relaxed professor. She doesn’t scold much, nor makes the class too oppressed. She tries her best to make her classes feel funny and light-weighted, but as it seems, she couldn’t just please everybody. 

She had kept an eye on a couple students exchanging notes during the class, but she didn’t scold them since they stopped not long after. Although everything seemed to be back on tracks, she noticed one of them fell asleep. ‘Maybe he didn’t sleep well last night’, she thought, though quite offended he chose her class over a bunch he had during the day to sleep so deeply. 

The professor decided not to bother him but waited for everyone to leave after the end of the class. She rested her body against a desk in front of him and patiently waited for him to finally wake up, arms crossed in front of her body, brows raised. 

“So… I get it, you dislike Muggle Studies. But really? Sleeping is so offensive to a professor… “

The crumpled note incubates inside his fist, the heat from his palm dampening the paper and transferring the ink onto his skin. Joon doesn’t realize this; he unfurls his fist to rub his eye, only to smear ink across his face. It breaks apart into tiny, dried dots that flake off when he yawns. “It won’t happen again, professor,” he mumbles. “When should I, uh, come in for detention? I’m not saying this to be cheeky, but Professor Yong’s booked me up right ‘till summer.” 

The note, now hardly legible from all the smeared ink, lays centered on his desk. He doesn’t seem to care if the professor sees it and that assumption would be correct. Why waste his energy hiding something when he’s already in trouble? Joon figures he’ll take the punishment he deserves for being foolish enough to answer the notes, then move on with his life. There’s only one more year of school, then he’s freed to Saint Mungo’s. 

All he has to do is survive his final two years. All he has to do is keep it together a little longer. Ignore the notes. Shake off the rumors. Study harder. 

“I’ll write an apology essay or whatever,” he says. He’s trying to play off the impact of getting scolded and while a blasé attitude would be very Gryffindor-like, he can’t pull it off. His words sound too defeated.

flight, even with small wings 🥀

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goosebumps 🦇

flashback to 1st year | @cralecc

“Do you like Goosebumps?” he asks. The eleven year-old clutches the book to his chest, this thin fingers brushing over the title: The Haunted Mask. “This one is number eleven, see? My mom is gonna send me a new Goosebumps every month I’m at school!”

His chapped, pink-tinted button nose sniffles from a cold. The boy wipes his nose on the red scarf an upperclassman was nice enough to give him, seeing how the new addition to Gryffindor hasn’t heard of pepper-up potions yet. 

“You can read this when I’m done if you want,” he says. “Um, well I’m almost done and probably know what’s gonna happen anyway.”  Joon holds out the book in a nervous offer of friendship, just as he used Christmas cookie scented hand sanitizer to make friends on the train. "Here, you can read it while I wait for number twelve!”

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sing the doom song 💫

Astronomy Class | @crdavid

Nothing this semester’s lessons about astronomy interested him until it came time to talk about the death of a star. His body language becomes engaged for the first time this semester, leaning forward with his head cocked to the side. Once the professor mentions explosions and all the horrific, gruesome aftermath to take place in their galaxy, the boy is hooked.

His attention is held to the point he puts down his utility knife, which he’d been using to whittle pencils and tree bark smuggled in his robes, and raises his hand. The sheer speed at which his arm raises is enough to send the wood shavings from his whittling flying two feet away from him. This is the first time he’s ever spoken in astronomy class. But even so, his pitch fluctuates with interest -- the type of interest usually reserved for talks of taxidermy or the Dark Arts.

“Sir, so when the sun explodes and it swallows all the planets in our galaxy,” he says. “Do you think witches and wizards would have exposed themselves to muggles by then? You know, since we’ll need their spaceships and technology to make colonies in other galaxies by them. I hope we do; I want to watch everything vore itself from a safe distance.”