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creunxce.

      youth seemed like a lifetime ago. eunice might be young, but her bones are heavy. (no, her bones are broken, shattered, bruised, regrown and battered. her skull littered with hairline fractures, her ribs etched in words that burned through skin. if she died today and they cracked her open, they would see a skeleton aged, bones brittle from wear (uncaring) and skull firm (stubborn). if she died and they cracked her open, they would see the aftermath of living life wild; life spent running from demons.)

      by twenty one, the bones of a woman her age bears a significance weight on her heart, threatens to collapse in on the organ if she ceases to run for even a flicker of a second. if she allowed silence (fate, mother’s venom tongue, heartache worth of a lifetime) to catch up. if she stills. smells the roses. relishes in the ache. 

           no, there will be none of that.

      instead, she busies herself. breaks her bones (after the first and second and third time, it’s not so hard to) and bleeds from the mouth. keep busy. keep moving. somehow, twenty-one bones, it is the only way of living she’s known.

      but broken bones are not her folly. her heart is her folly. how it yearns. how it aches. how it hungers. how she so willingly gives into it.

           she would not be here again otherwise. 

      no errand in mind. nothing but an aching heart that leads her here, pained for an aliment (a gap) she knows none of.

           pointless. mindless. thoughtless. stupid. she is still young.            this is still what being youth is about.

      but had it not been for that, she would not have found him. a tuft of bright locks in an alley of grim and grime—eunice herself is clad in dark tones, to better fit in—true youth, right down to his eyes. clear. bright. lost. ripe for the picking.

           say she belonged here, say this was her place to stay. then would he not be her prey?

     “you couldn’t look any more out of place, you realize.” but she wasn’t. of course. eunice eom is all things good and brave. it says so in the gryffindor user manual. so she fixes a reassuring enough smile, curious eyes looking him over (catching sight of the hogwarts crest, just barely hidden). 

          “what are you doing here?”

and as he wanders, the predictable rhythm of his footsteps bouncing off the walls of the alley, creating a continual hollowing echo, he begins to think perhaps this was not the best of ideas. yes, he knows what he’s getting himself into. yes, his intentions are pure. yes, he’ll be careful.

          yes, yes, yes.

yet, the shadows lurking within the window displays of the franchises he passes tell him otherwise; send a chill down his spine and tell him no.

                  no, this isn’t where he belongs.

belonging, a term very much foreign to someone of his nature. the boy with hair too bright and eyes too curious for his family’s liking. he does not belong to them. not to the dark lineage of which he had the misfortune of being born to. the boy with a puzzle for a mind and a riddle for a heart appeals, also, not to his peers. he does not belong to them either, not when all they think and know is the boy in blue and bronze who wanders the halls aimlessly, head full of strange things. 

                                         he does not belong to any of them.                                  leo hwang, simply, does not belong.

but for the past eighteen years, he has never once let that bother him. in fact, he prefers it this way. prefers the confines of his mind and exploring it until it is all he knows. so familiar, it becomes, that he even can see it within the darkness of his closed eyes. he can trace it with his fingertips. he can draw with his breath. here, leo finds is where he does belong.

yet, he is here, trespassing into territories not of his own. although he knows this well, he had hoped that it wouldn’t be as obvious to the naked eye. and so when he hears and sees her, all leo can manage is a very intelligent, very coherent:

                                                                                                         “huh?”

truth be told, leo may be many things. today, however, he is not without reason. and so a christmas gift ( though not just for anyone, for none other than his father. ) is enough to bring him to a place he otherwise would very much like to avoid.

there’s no need to lie. especially not to her: a living, breathing whirlwind of familiarity and novelty all at once.

                                                                                                                         so he doesn't.                                              after all, leo hwang is just as expected—always of well intent.

instead, he smiles.          “oh, just shopping.”

baby i

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holiday sentence starters

“That’s the dumbest looking snowman I’ve ever seen.” “It’s SO COLD!” “Here, take my jacket.” “This weather is depressing.” “I’m not sure we’re going to be able to go anywhere today.” “Would you like to build a snowman?” “Whatever happened to global warming?” “It’s a winter wonderland!” “I love the long nights.” “I hate winter.” “You need a pair of sunglasses today.” “Do we have any eggnog?” “Let’s exchange presents!” “Looks like a night for alcohol.” “Are you drunk?” “I need some soup.” “I made you some hot chocolate.” “Layers of blankets are needed here.” “I’m not getting out of bed today.” “Look at all the snow!” “What’s the temperature outside?” “Tea is what’s needed here.” “The holidays are overrated.” “Light the candles!” “Is all this really necessary?” “You’re drunk already, obviously.” “I’m not going to the party. I’d rather stay home and sleep.” “Hey, 2017 didn’t kill me. I call that an accomplishment.” “I don’t care about the new year. I’m going to bed.” “That’s a little too much glitter.” “Here’s hoping the new year is better than the last.” “New year, new me.” “The stars are prettier than the fireworks.” “Just you, me, and a couple of silly hats. What do you say?” “I just want to go to bed early tonight. Does that make me old?” “Does anyone know the words to Auld Lang Syne?” “This was a shitty year. 2018 will be a shitty year. This is nothing new to me.” “You didn’t bring date to the party, did you? Because I need someone to kiss at midnight.”

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`` TILL I FIND YOU.

— @crdane

the young wizard has always been a deviation from the norm. more often than not, he takes the road less traveled, the path others dare not spare even a singly glance. “leo hwang, an abnegation,” spray painted in red, big and bold. loud and in-your-face enough for all to see and take note of. ( “actually, i think eccentric is the more appropriate term!” )

no, this was not an uncommon occurrence. 

leo has found himself sharing secrets in hushed whispers and muddled thoughts in quick breaths to the paintings and ghosts of the castle on multiple occasions before. in fact, he finds solace in the people of acrylic and mist more often than he does those of flesh and bone. and so as he seeks out his unusual friends in the dead of night, they mistake his frantic tone of voice as his usual mere enthusiasm.

“are you sure?” he urges, eyes wide and constantly darting from one shadow to another, never staring at any one thing for too long. however, he’s not foolish enough to fall for a certain poltergeist’s sly grin. the glimmer in his hazy eye tells the young wizard all he needs to know. “peeves, i know you have something to say,” he says in a harsh whisper, lips tight. the desperation and anxiety is starting to kick in. he can feel it.  “please? can you at least just tell me if you’ve seen lou?” a final plea, if you will. “i’m worried she won’t be able to get along with nargles that hide around here,” he mumbles, letting his anxieties fully take over as his mind begins to dance within the realm of possibilities.

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`` AS I FALL.

— @crcwan

there’s certainly no denying that he should have known better than to engage in conversation with the hooded stranger leaning against the base of the astronomy tower. after all, he is a bright wizard. unfortunately though, curiosity can suffocate even the best of people. intentions too kind and sweet tooth too deprived, the boy finds himself pressing a few coins into the stranger’s hand with his right and gripping a piping hot jug of what looks to be butterbeer with his left.

what he does expect to follow is a lightness in his steps as the warmth of the golden drink courses through his body. what he doesn’t is for the dull buzzing in his head to increase with every sip he takes. at times like these, it would be sensible to take a step back and assess the situation using common rationale. yet, it’s far too late. his tolerance level has already passed the point of no return for he has long since picked his poison.  

and as the world gets blurrier and blurrier, he lets go of the steering wheel. with his body on autopilot, he finds himself stumbling haphazardly around the castle with a barely a care in the world, senses clouded in such a way that he is able to see hogwarts in a new way. one that he finds nothing short of amusing. amidst this distorted world he finds the lines between both the new and familiar bleeding into one another, especially so when he is face to face with a door adorned with an exasperated looking bronze eagle.  

“purple because aliens don’t wear hats,” he slurs loudly at the door, although barely coherent, and when the door remains shut for the nth time, he sighs. he finds that desperate times call for desperate measures and so with his head hanging low, he brings his fists up to the door weakly.

“i said, open cecily!” he yells, in the true rambunctiousness only those intoxicated can manage, as he shoves his body into the damn door as hard as he is physically able. and in the moments that follow, to say he’s surprised at the coolness of stone floor caressing his now aching back would be a deadly sin.

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hey fam! it me, yumi and i’m here w my qtp2t leo!! he’s a ravenclaw 1st upper year and he’s …. a mess tbh but in a good way since i based him heavily off of the lovely luna lovegood! for more abt our lil half veela check out his profile & bio. i also have a few quick plot ideas here but i’m always up to brainstorm so don’t hesitate to jump into my ims here or dms on twt (@sichengly) to plot. alternatively, smash that like button and i’ll come to you! and finally, i have some facts abt leo under the cut!

history !

leo min hwang “just leo pls” was born in london, uk

came from a long line of slyths & blood purists 

his grandparents were og death eaters and his parents were young hogwarts students during the battle of hogwarts

they all converted after voldemort’s defeat in order to avoid persecution

technically his mom is really his stepmom since dad had a one night stand w a veela whoops

It’s A Secret

his “mom” is really bitter and she keeps trying to make him dye his hair black to avoid rumors

but tbh he really doesn’t care if ppl find out he thinks it’s pretty cool

parents are now both super influential aurors & are acting as double agents for whatever’s left of the super lowkey death eaters who are just waiting for the next big, dark magic thing

which they hope is gonna be leo!!! they’re really banking on him becoming the next dark & powerful wizard who will bring glory to the fam

sent to durmstrang for his first three years of school bc his parents wanted to Toughen him Up and expose him to the dark arts

jokes on them since he still is Pure™

he did tho show great promise bc at the end of his third yr he was already able to create his own spell!!! 

“ordio faba”

it sorts bertie’s every flavor beans separately so you can be organized and don’t have to dig around for the ones u like

he transferred to hogwarts his 4th yr bc his parents needed to move back to london for work 

triva !

speaks english, korean, and russian

always dazed, always daydreaming

his head is truly always in the clouds

a nonconformist aka lowkey anarchist and passive boy 

True Rebel 

Wants To Break The System

except he’s not ambitious enough to do anything abt it so he kind of just lives in his own world and goes w the flow

hates competitions

for example he hates quidditch & refuses to watch games bc he thinks pitting houses against each other isn’t right

also hates the whole house pt system so he could care less if he wins or loses points for his house (sorry ravenclaws!!)

kind of talks in circles and makes random obscure allusions and is really confusing half the time

also has really random thoughts?? like the boy is out of this world curious so sorry if he randomly asks u a question abt “the chromosomal ploidy of a unicorn-thestral hybrid’s gametes if its diploid is an odd number???” while ur eating breakfast

really book smart though!!! 

like he’s a true bookworm but also a repeat napping in the library offender so

really opinionated but nice and open minded and accepting

a huge neat freak and germaphobe!!! his boggart is germs!!

also A Vegan & strong environmental activist!!!!!

is in fact the prez and founder of hogwart’s very own V.E.G.A.N ( Vegetables Energize Greater than ANimals )

but he has a huuuge sweet tooth & is always eating candy .. always

lowkey an animal hoe bc he loves animals!! a lot!! esp magical creatures!!

has 2 cats, 4 toads, an owl & a hamster wowowow 

can u tell he wants to be a magizoologist??

just a smol child that’s too precious for this world tbh pls plot w me and be friend w him

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• hogwarts houses: ravenclaw • intelligence, wisdom, creativity, originality, individuality, acceptance; those of wit and learning will always find their kind.

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mark x self cam mv’s 💔😇🏀

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advent calendar ★ december 16th: ravenclaw edit (for @padmeskywalkers)

“’Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you’ve a ready mind. Where those of wit and learning, will always find their kind.”

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