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“Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness. Everything passes. That is the one and only thing that I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell. Everything passes.” Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human.

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She was calm like water –– the comparison seemingly odd and out of place even to her ears after what had just ensued –– as she checked up on the gryffindor. And Aya found her own lips blooming into a face that soon took over her face in a flush or rose. “I’m fine! Although it seems like the squid really got a hold of me” She answered in a light and somehow sparkling manner that was so characteristically hers, her slender fingers pulling down her socks until her calves and ankles were shown, revealing red markings around where the sea creature had twisted its tentacles around her. It didn’t hurt –– at least she didn’t think it hurt that bad, for something of this calibre. It hurt nothing more than practice combat in DADA classes. “Perhaps even slimy sea monsters can’t really hold a finger against the veela charm.” A joke  –– for even though she knew she had the blood of the most enchanting creature in land, she was quite sure in her pretty little head that she didn’t actually posses its charms or powers. Heck, she couldn’t even shoot fireballs out of her hands –– her aunt could. She did hear about real full blooded veelas not being accepted into magical schools like Hogwarts, veelas like her other side of her family. So perhaps it was better for her like this after all.

–– ♥ whooped

          Belle blinks at the others words and exuberance. And blinks again just to process everything that the other had said and what had happened. Honestly speaking, the brunette knew that she was a bit of a recluse. She wasn’t shy, not by any means, but she wasn’t one of the people who detested silence so much that each and every second had to be filled with sound. Contrary to those kind of people, Belle actually reveled in silence. So at the Gryffindor’s tone and eccentric disposition despite what had just transpired, a corner of the half-Veela’s lips couldn’t help but quirk in amusement. Silence was a welcome reprieve and a familiar friend of Belle’s, but something different once in a while never hurt anybody.

          Her hazel orbs roam over the other female’s form, making sure that she wasn’t injured as she asks, “Are you hurt anywhere?” The Ravenclaw wasn’t quite sure if the other had inhaled any liquid when she had been pulled underwater, and the fact that said water was a murky brown did raise some concerns on Belle’s part. “You know, I’ve never actually heard of the Giant Squid literally pulling someone underwater. Most of the time, they told me it was relatively calm but to still avoid swimming in the deeper parts of the water just in case.”

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A string of laughter left her lips as she heard the other’s reply. The sound was silvery and light as she covered her smile with her fingers. “Grass at dawn? How would that smell? I’ve never really smelt them before. MaybeI should just sneak out of the dorm one day to take a whiff of these grass at dawn.” She joked, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling from her laugh. “Mmm~ If it was something I know, it would definitely be better but since don’t know what this favorite scent of yours smell, I guess fresh-cut grass would be the closest comparison I could get?” She muttered, voice lilting with hope as she twirled her wand and under her breathe, she spoke spells and enchantments, one she learnt from a magazine someone had left behind in the common room. And in the next few seconds, the room was blanketed by a soft smell of fresh cut grass under a blue summer sky. Light, refreshing, something you would take deep breathes for over and over again. A scent that reminded you of the good old days from summer breaks long gone. “Something like this? Is the most I can muster so it has to be enough, okay?” She offered the other a smile. “Peaches? Well I guess I like them. They smell so sweet too right? And the taste is not too much as well. I don’t like food that has that heavy taste you know? Do you like them too?”

–– ♥ tutor

A million thoughts were running through his head and he wasn’t sure which one he should have been focused on: while one side of him wanted to run off the room without looking back, another side of him had his feet planted on the floor and another one had him wanting to go through the lesson because he wasn’t a coward. That was difficult, really. Speaking with someone he didn’t know at all and who would be judging him and his ability at throwing defensive spells tended to make him feel nervous, borderline panicked and it had only been a few minutes since they were together. 

Her question caught his attention though. Despite the use of the nickname that had him scrunching up his nose lightly, Himchan found himself focusing on the scents he enjoyed and he slowly looked up at her, grateful for the distraction. He wasn’t quite getting relaxed yet but he could feel himself getting there the more he thought about scents he really liked; there were many as nature provided him with a variety of smells and sights and feelings and he wasn’t sure which one to pick. Maybe he did end up zoning out, too lost in his thoughts and memories as he tried to choose one smell but it eventually appeared to him as obvious once he remembered that one particular odor that always managed to relax and appease him. 

“The grass at dawn… Or rather, the nature at dawn. When everything…is still asleep… And the sun is slowly rising up from behind the horizon. There’s dew on leaves and hanging in the air for a few more minutes– It’s just… It smells like nature and peacefulness.” He clumsily explained, his cheeks having taken on a light shade of pink. As much as he loved nature, he always felt embarrassed by his incapacity at describing with the right words how nature looked like and felt like to him. Himchan cleared his throat lightly and looked back down at his feet, trying to keep a grip on the memory of the nature in the early morning. “Peach and vanilla are nice smells too… And sweet, uhm. Do you…” Come on, you can do it. “…Like to eat peaches?” Well. That’s progress. Sort of. 

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"I think you’re a young soul too, Prof!” She laughed back at the older male –– she wasn’t like this to the other professors but then again Professor Mamo was different than the others. he kept it, how should she say it, light and friendly. As if they were friends rather than student and pupil. Other students had similar relationship too when it came to him. Still, it made her felt a bit more comfortable in confiding to him about things such as school problems and even tutorings. Her bum hit the seat nearby, her skirt fluttering before it came to rest on her thighs as she sat next to him, enchanting her stuffs with a simple accio because why bother carrying them around when they could just run to you like a sweet and loyal dog –– even her dog didn’t really come to her when she called for him.  “Wait a minute, did you peek at my report card?! That’s no good!” Her hand went to swat at the other’s arm, the grin still plastered on her face. Sure she might slack a bit in charms –– she was never quite sure why she took it all these years, she was never good at it. Oh right, it’s not an elective –– but one thing she never lacked was that vivacity of hers and that charm that was uniquely hers. But of course, those things didn’t help with her grade..

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“It must be fun to be a young soul huh?“ The professor chuckled whilst his hand wrapped around his neck, his fingertips touched on his nape. “Yes yes, you might be good but remember, slacking around won’t make you better.“ Mamoru thought it was so random of him to give advice out of nowhere but he thought it was the best… ever since… he saw Aya’s report card. Ah, it took him back to the days where he struggle his ass out for exams. “Well, only the kind of professor will use ass is me just because I can and I don’t really care because I’m talking to you.” Language reflects who you are and the way he talks surely reflect his attitude on matters– Being proper and prime like the other professors during his time as a student and now supposedly co-worker somewhat needs fixation (damn, it’s hard when becoming a professor was not even expected in your life). Seeing this cheerful side of Aya that is definitely basked in alacrity somewhat infected him to be smiling widely. “Right Charms, I saw your last grade on it and it was…Poor.“ The image of the latter’s report still burns in the back of his mind, still vivid as ever in the most good and bad way it could ever be. “Will you like your environment to be open or the other way round? Your choice.” He imitated the girl’s enthusiasm by palming out his hand.  

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“You’ve been working with me for two years, Smith, and you should know that I don’t give a fucking shit if your wife is in labour,” he warned, “There is a goddamn family out there being held hostage by a maniac. The Russian Ministry had notified us of severe discord in the Varennikov family. Your wife will have no problem shitting out a baby by herself.” Marius had the younger Auror backed up against the wall and it was only when the man apologized that he was released, promptly pushed back into the office. 

“Idiots,” he grumbled, loosening his tie as he also turned to head back into the room, only to pause when he saw a small girl standing nearby. She was young, perhaps a student, and definitely not a Ministry worker. “Can I help you?” he asked, a brow raised, “We don’t do school tours.”

She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop or to impose, really, she didn’t. Why would she? She was only trying to make her way to her father’s office, taking in the stuff that he had forgotten back at home when she accidentally walked in on the two figures in the hallway. And with the content of their conversation, she found it hard to just walk pass. So she stayed rooted in her spot, not knowing what to do even as their conversation receded to nothing –– the documents in her hands clutched tightly as if she’s worried that someone might come and steal them. And then her eyes locked with the man she had been avoiding just seconds ago. Her dark eyes, enchanting as they were from the blood his father had passed down to her, quivered in surprise before she took a step back, lips promptly pursed and eyebrows knitted together. “Well with that attitude, no school would hire you to give out tours anyway!”

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She was a powerful witch beyond her age. Her raw power, that is. But control over it, she never had. A fiery girl with an equally hot disposition –– she was untamed and more often than not, it brought her a series of unfortunate incidents. That cloudy day was no exception. She had wondered in the outskirts of the forest yet again, curiosity of the rumors of a unicorn appearing there leading her in like a cat ( and we all know what happened when cats followed their curiosities. they died ).  But it was not a unicorn she had encountered, rather it was a furious beast –– hideous and extremely angry for having its nap disturbed by the Hogwarts student. She had no problem fending herself though the terror in her face said otherwise. She was strong after all and excelled especially in offensive spells. But as she screamed Expulso! and drove the beast away, she failed to notice that her spell had caused the branch above her to whine from the impact of her spell. And the next thing she knew she had someone hovered over her, the fallen branch a good few feet away from the other student and Aya herself. Dark eyes blinked slowly, trying to process her surroundings before she whispered out, breathy from shock, “Uh..thank you.”

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“HOLY MOTHER OF MERL-” He sputtered his surprised out and quickly he turned his back to face the source of the loud voice. Why why why, as much as he surprised he was ironically he had been expecting that it was Aya that screamed her attention. The Gryffindor sure has an enthusiasm that could rival the other students he had met. “I thought someone was screaming in pain and turns out it was only you, Aya.” He sighed lightly and proceeded to flick the latter’s nose.

“Don’t make so much noise, the other professors will get on your ass for it.” He tucked his hands into his pocket. “So what can I do for you today? Dragon studies?“

Seeing the professor startled like that made her happy –– it always did –– and the grin on her face didn’t exactly hide that fact either. “Yaaaaaaaayyy––– Peace!” One hand behind her back, resting on the curve of her hips, the other stretched forward as she made a cheesy peace sign, her cheeks slightly flushed from running around. “Mm? Me? It’s impossible for me to get hurt right? I’m really good at magic after all.” Well. Perhaps. Maybe. She guessed she’s quite good, if she said so herself.  “What kind of professor says things like ass?” Laughter soon spilled from her lips, “You’d be the one having your ass handed by the senior professors! But buuuut––– Today I’m here for Charms! Please teach me! I think I’m borderline failing right now!”

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When Himchan had been called over by the professor at the end of the class, he instantly knew that it wasn’t to get compliments about his grades - if he was quite good in Astronomy and Herbology he couldn’t say the same about the Defense of Dark Arts. He wasn’t that bad, just getting average grades but his shyness simply didn’t help him when it came to this kind of spells. He was much more at ease around simpler things like nature and stars - of course as a Hufflepuff he wouldn’t run away if needed and he’d be able to defend themselves and others in case of danger. But he still needed to improve. 

Which was why he had been told to be tutored; it wasn’t a suggestion but more of an order than anything else and Himchan hadn’t dared to refuse. Of course he hadn’t, he had nodded his head slowly, hugging his books to his chest and had flown from the classroom within thirty seconds. That was how good he was at being social. It wasn’t that Himchan hated people or anything like that - they were quite fascinating in a way but it was so difficult to interact with them without being judged. At least plants and stars kept their thoughts to themselves. 

He had been facing the room of Requirement for several seconds and forced himself to walk inside before the door disappeared; as much as he wanted to disappear and go study by the lake, there was someone waiting to tutor him and he couldn’t let them down. So, he stepped inside but almost stepped back at the sight of the student waiting for him: she was bright and cheerful - his contrary. Not that he was gloomy but he just wasn’t…someone people noticed and that was perfectly fine with him. Most of the time. “Uhm, yes, hello. I’m Himchan,” He murmured, looking down at his feet even as she shook his hand. He was suddenly not so sure that he’d be able to go through the whole lesson. “Thank you for…tutoring me…” He continued, well-aware that he was most likely making her waste her free time when she could do much more interesting things. 

“Himchan!” She tried his name out with her tongue, the syllables rolling off quite easily as she let go of his hand to pat his back. He had seemed a bit on edge and she wasn’t sure why. Was it because she was a senior or because she’s form a different house? Perhaps he’s just not good with strangers? Either way, such an attitude wouldn’t help with Defense Against The Dark Arts “Don’t worry too much about it, I wouldn’t have agreed if I’m not okay with it!”  The wand in her hand swirled around her fingers, dangerously close to falling down before she flicked it again and up and up it went only to go down and the whole process repeated itself in a titillating circle. “Mmmm~ Do you have any kinds of scents you like, Himchannie? I like anything that smells like peach and vanilla. What about you?” They didn’t have to jump right into lessons. That would only end in a catastrophic result seeing just how skittish the boy in front of her was, it was as if he would jump at the sound of a needle hitting the floor. And people, in her opinion, shouldn’t perform magic like that. It would be dangerous, they would be out of control –– though she wouldn’t exactly be the right person to talk about control –– and it just wouldn’t maximize the learning process. Maybe Professor Mick appointed her specifically because of this. Because she was the polar opposite of the boy because maybe, just maybe, she could loosen him up a bit.

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         Waving her wand as she casts a Hot-Air Charm to dry her robes, the brunette unceremoniously plops down by the banks of the river as she panted slightly from the sudden exertion and adrenaline rush. The sight of Belle, her hair in disarray and her robes a far cry from the pristine condition she usually sported them in, was a rare one to see. Most of her life, particular traits such as being ‘lady-like’ and graceful had been the norm for the Ravenclaw ever since.

          Sitting up from her position, Belle reaches for her wand again and performs the same charm that she had for herself on the Gryffindor. “No problem.” she says softly, her voice still slightly winded from what had just transpired between the two. Belle had been laying under her favorite tree by the lake, her usual spot during lunch hours when she had heard the other’s scream. Her head had snapped up from the book on her lap, only catching sight of the Gryffindor being pulled under water before she had acted on instinct. “What happened exactly?” the brunette asks, her eyes raking over the other’s form as she tried to make sure that the Gryffindor wasn’t injured.

With a flick of her saviour’s wand and a small gust of wind that made her squeeze her eyes shut for a few seconds, her clothes and her hair were back to how she liked it ––– dry. It had been quite embarrassing to be caught in such situation and she couldn’t help a small whimper as she avoided the other’s eyes, somehow the Ravenclaw had seemed to shine with a halo behind her although she knew such creatures like angels were not real. And she could have had saved herself. Perhaps. If she were cautious enough but caution was never her forte and when things caught her by surprise her brain stopped working. Everything inside her seemed to freeze like the arctic. “I wasn’t sure myself. One second I was just skirting around the lake –– I mean I wanna know if the giant squid is really real or just, you know, a story.” She rolled her eyes at the word, realizing that she was asking for it, really. Especially when it’s been announced since the school was built – perhaps – that no one was allowed near the lake. “Then, next thing I know, this....slimy....tentacle was around my ankle and I just...got dragged down there.” Finger pointed at the dark murky surface of the body of water, shuddering and making a face as she remembered how it was to be inside it. Then a shyness came over her as she clutched her robe, looking up to meet the Ravenclaw’s eyes with her own dark ones –– sparkling as they were, was it out of her veela blood or her admiration? –– as a smile flushed over her face. “But then you! You saved me! I’m Ikeda Aya, Seventh year Gryffindor. You are?”

–– ♥ whooped

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It was someone she hadn’t known before. A hufflepuff by the name of Himchan. She had always had quite a commendable grade in Defense of Dark Arts and a poor behaviour at one time or the other, for example, when she got dragged by her friend’s antics ( metaphorically ) or her dog Mina ( quite literally ). So things like tutoring was always offered by the senior student in order to get out of any other forms of punishment she had to undergo because of it. So there she was, sitting in a corner in the room of requirement, waiting for younger student to arrive. Her legs folded under her, her chin on her open palm as she tapped her wand against her knee rhythmically –– bored as she was. She’d never good at waiting after all. When the doors finally opened, she found herself springing onto her feet and waved her hands, hopping ever so slightly from one foot to another. “Himchan? Are you Himchan?” He was taller than she expected. Somehow, when she heard younger student, she envisioned a small boy about the height of her shoulder. Small, fluffy, cute. But the guy across the room was nowhere near that. He was even taller than her and she was quite tall herself. “Hi! I’m Aya, I’ll be teaching you today!” She took his hand with both of hers and shook it up and down cheerfully. @himchanpuff

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