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song seunghyun 11.25.1986 (32) potions and alchemy prof (beauxbatons alumni) pure-blood

tw: murder, death mention

one.

ghang sihyung is erratic.

family and friends, coworkers and countless acquaintances he waltzes around with, he speaks enough, he speaks a lot, in fact, but mostly about things that are no reflection of his specks. he is his own being, in his own world; too deep in his own world of fascination for potions and alchemy, world of pure beauty and perfection. knowledge and immortality. gods, goddesses and endless knowledge.

two.

ghang sihyung had a dream. a dream to be this platonic creature of pure rationality.

yet anyone will never thought that someone so distant, so gifted and pensive could, in the end, be such a believer. today we are used for those intellectuals being cynics and disbelievers-quicker to discount something unexplained then to entertain it. sihyung, who was taught by a divinity and ran the woods with a god, believed enough that death was no great sacrifice for him. he believed, he killed, he loved and he didn’t apologise for any of it. just another failed experiment.

three.

ghang sihyung is a cold ideas of beauty and perfection.

he is the male mona lisa of contemporary novels if you wish. the more closely you look at him the more elusive he becomes. he comes from nowhere and is going nowhere. he is nietzsche’s dream. beyond good and evil. a pure endeavour to transcend one’s cultural milieu, of defying consciousness and guilt. on his thirty-two years of life, he has made life into an art-form descending to the darkest depths of the human psyche. oh, he is bigger-than-life, he defies life and life will not forgive him the transgression. he must, eventually, pay the price.

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SACRED HEARTS SPOTLIGHT:

today we’re showcasing our 3G tenant kang ‘chan’ chanwoo, who has been with us at sweetheart since august 2018. he’s currently an  employee at 30 frame & student at hongik, but we hear he has big dreams of becoming a programmer someday. turn to page 5 to read more!

THE PAST.

Chan doesn’t know his parents, although not for any tragic reason. No, his parents didn’t leave him on the steps of an orphanage, nor were they fatally shot in an alleyway; they are simply two overworked individuals who don’t devote time to their family. But, he had his two older sisters, Ji-won and Hye-soo, who took care of him. It was Ji-won who used to make his meals, and Hye-soo who made sure he did his homework, only seeing their parents for about an hour a day at dinner.

Most importantly, it was his sister’s who showed Chan most of the interests he has now. His passion for science fiction novels? It started with Hye-soo handing him her well-worn copy of Ender’s Game one rainy day.. His love of Pokemon? Stemmed from Ji-won turning on the cartoon every morning as they got ready for school. And, his deep, unbridled devotion to video games? It all started with his sisters’ old Playstation they found in Hye-soo’s closet and mildly scratched discs of Crash Bandicoot and Final Fantasy. He was hooked; from selling childhood toys at a garage sale to buy a used gameboy to having Ji-won take him to the local arcade, he spent every moment he could playing games in any way shape or form.

Once his parents let him a computer, Chan discovered the internet and found entirely new ways to enjoy gaming. Who knew that you could find a way to modify the games that you knew and love to your own liking? After surfing the web for weeks, scouring forums, he taught himself how to mod games and eventually, make his very first game at age fourteen. Yes, it was essentially just a white circle that shot out pellets at black bricks, but Chan was incredibly proud of it.

His parents, however, had differing feelings towards it when he showed them his game. They didn’t understand why their son would waste all of his time making something that useless in their eyes, which they bluntly told him. Hurt by their discouraging remarks, he decided then that maybe his passion for game design was just a pipe dream. Just maybe.

THE PRESENT.

Chan is now into his second year at Hongik university in their computer engineering program. Although he didn’t initially plan on it when he applied, he has rekindled his passion for game programming, taking digital design classes with the encouragement of some of artsy friends he made in college. The game he’s working on is a cutesy, sci-fi rpg with a plotline that he’s still in the process of writing, with only a little coded. But each time he improves it, he asks anyone near him to test play it, wanting their honest opinion on how it is. At least, he thinks he wants their honest opinion; anything too negative said about his game is met with a few tears.

As for work, Chan happens to have particularly bad luck in them. Not that he can’t land one, it’s more so he gets jobs he happens to be terrible at. From cutting bolts of fabric at the local art supplies store to having zero knowledge on fashion at Jules, he somehow ends up working at these spots for a couple of months before he’s fired. Currently, he works at 30 Frame, which he’s worked at for a total of six weeks. He’s not terrible at his job, but he isn’t exactly stellar at it; catch Chan shoveling popcorn in his mouth in the concession stand, or taking “secret” naps between movie showings in the box office.

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introducing…

lee danbi, the youtuber + manager at jules who moved into the sweetheart sharehouse four years ago. we hear she’s staying in 1C, and that she wants to be a stylist or designer under hyun mi nielsen. good luck with that.

PAST.

“I guess it all started there,”

A camera begins to focus from the blur of dark hair and pale skin to the youthful face of a young lady, she is making eye contact with the camera so intimately it almost feels like she’s looking at you individually.

“One comment and I was done for, almost like… love at first sight?”

She laughs and reveals a very old lady cackle as she almost falls backward from her own joke, very different than what you would expect from a delicate beauty.

“I always thought that fashion and the aesthetic that came with it were something extraordinary. I mean, I started this whole youtube channel just to share my style with the world.”

Dark eyes are unwavering from the lens as she shift in her seat, the girl seems to be in a bedroom where she is sat atop of a bed with bright yellow covers, and the walls around her are surrounded by pictures of designs by what must be either hers or Hyun Mi Nielson.

“When I picked up a bit of a following on my videos, I thought I should go back to my original platform… instagram.”

The video cuts to what must be her instagram, pictures varying from posed ones of the same beautiful girl in clothing that seem out of this world, candid where she seems to be staring intently at material as she sews, and pictures of beautiful clothing on mannequins with Jules tagged as the location each time.

“I found my voice on youtube, but I found my eyes on insta.”

A voice narrates, the same one earlier, though the voice seems more personal now. Closer to your ears.

“On the explore page, I found Christine along with a few other accounts and mass followed them. I liked their looks after all.”

The screen now shows the comment from user hyunmi.nielsen in which one word is written but the rest begin to blur as affects probably from the editing. ‘pretty.’

“But I’m getting ahead of myself, first I was just another country girl in Jeju.”

Though she does seem to have a slight accent from the dialect, it’s not very noticeable until she pointed it out.

“My life wasn’t anything too extrodinary or intresting, I grew up in Panpo-Ri… if you never heard of it I’m not too shocked it’s mostly just farmland after all.”

The girl seems to press her lip into a straight line, obviously cringing before continuing on after a beat. “I wasn’t very good at the family trade, my family in particular raised orchards. You know like, the fruit trees, that was our contribution.”

She seems to be smiling fondly before catching herself,

 “I’m not sure if you know, but to take care of a orchard you need a lot of able-bodies and hands to help. Which is why my parents got to work having four children pretty back to back,”

Her expression softens again as she leans forward with a wink,

“though we weren’t much help for the first ten years or so, we would just run around and climb the trees back than.”

She laughs again, or should I say cackle as she covers her mouth this time to be modest before continuing

“Two older brothers and a one eldest sister.”

She held up three fingers and began to name them off,

“My eldest brother is now the town doctor… I think, and the other one married rather quickly and has land of his own… while my sister is going to take over the family farm with her husband.”

With all fingers down, she lowers her hand off screen before sighing.

“I never really fit in, both in the family or in the town. I was a bit too… let’s say eccentric and I stood out from the first day of elementary school. But I stayed until I graduated from high school, where I studied fashion and design at Hongik University. ”

The girl pulls up the collar of her shirt to reveal the whole sweatshirt and the school logo on the front. “

Which I’m currently repping with the merch that I definitely bought while in school and was not given free by somebody at all..but this is not sponsored by… yet.”

She raises and eyebrow before laughing, that infamous laugh again.

“From there, I collected lots of debt since I paid for college on my own without any help and I didn’t have any job while attending school and ended up having to go to a sharehouse after getting my bachelors.”

Leaning over, to reveal a necklace in the shape of what seems to be an island peek out from her sweatshirt as she reached her hand out to the camera before smiling knowingly.

 “And well from there… it became quite an adventure.”

The screen turns black before a variety of social media is displayed after on the darkened screen with music playing in the background, the music is folksy and the it doesn’t last too long before the video ends completely.

PRESENT.

After Lee Danbi finished school, the debt that seemed to pile up from her time in university prevented her from being able to afford a flat all her own. Reluctant to move back home right after graduating, the twenty-one year old decided to look into other housing. Within a week, the lady luck shined upon her and she found an ad for a share house.

Though she had never lived with anyone outside of her own family, she wasn’t opposed to the idea. In fact, she looked forward to it. She believed it would be no different than living with her extended family all pushed into one living space as they found camaraderie with one another in the cramped spacing.

Four years later, Danbi is one of the longer staying tenants and acts as the younger sister/older sister to everyone in the house as she looks out for them and tries to keep morale up with her bubbly personality. Though being the mood maker of the house, along with keeping up a persona on the internet has taken a toll on the young girl as she has since developed major depression disorder. Though she hides this from her housemates and audience for their sake as well as her own.

She works at Jules full time; helping customers, stocking and restocking and most importantly styling the mannequins. Danbi found the job at the same time as the share house, both on the ads page of the newspaper. She was pretty sure she was the only one in this day and age who enjoyed the printed news. Thanks to her enthusiasm and hard work she was able to become the manager at the store and has since begun to bring a touch of Christine with every outfit she wears to work.

All awhile, she juggles her hobby of youtube, managing the store and getting along with everyone at the house. She isn’t sure how long she can handle under all the stress and expectation and if she can keep that bright smile on her face forever.

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[ LUKA DE LUNA ] is traveling around Europe. You many do a double take thinking they’re [ REECE KING ] but they don’t mind. We are convinced [ THEY / THEM ] is the modern version of [ HECATE ] but don’t tell them that. Other than traveling, they also [ PRACTICE WITCHCRAFT AND FORTUNE TELLING ] for a living. They identify as [ BISEXUAL ] and are [ 23 ] years old. Originally from [ CHARLESTON, SC ] and are surrounded by people from everywhere in the world. [ ROMAN, XXV, EST ]

Welcome back to MM, Roman! You have 24 hours to send in your blog for Hecate. Happy writing!

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ra hyejin 10.13.1997 (23) student (cheong ryeong) pure-blood

tw: violence mention

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Hye (慧) for wisdom, Jin (珍) for treasure.

Teach me one thing and I learn five. They want diplomacy but I want monopoly. We’re supposed to smell like ink and parchment and mint but I offer none. I remember spraying on my father’s cologne but the scent got lost in my clothes and I never managed to find it again.

They say I have a nice smile but some say I show too much teeth.

I have curly hair but it gets straight when it’s wet. I stopped getting straight perms at the age of 16 because they take too much of an effort get done every few months. I stopped wearing glasses when someone accidentally threw a bludger into my face during second year.

So I accidentally broke their fingers a month later.

They say that’s how boys play and make friends so I go along with it. It’s not revenge but coincidence. People talk and they forget and afterwards they forgive.

They like me as quiet and humble, they like me as kind and generous. So I go along with it. My mother’s conception dream of me was of her following the road that she was on until she saw a white fox sleeping underneath an evergreen tree.

She’s still unsure if I’m supposed to be the fox or the tree.

I don’t tell her that I’m the road she followed.

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seo chahee 08.15.1996 (23) grad student/ auror in training (baek ho) half-blood

teeth nipping at her bottom lip, sinking down until white taints a pale pink. her hands shake, an unsteady tempo, an unconventional beat. there’s hesitation, lots of it. she’s supposed to be confident, brave – and she is, on the outside.

her acceptance letter in one hand, phone in the other. she calls, finding that last drop of courage. they’d be proud, right? they’d be happy? this is what she wants, she’s never asked for anything in her life, yet she feels like the most selfish person to exist.

the phone rings twice, and then again before her father picks up. “a-appa!” she responds almost immediately to his hello. “appa–” she repeats again. “i-i got accepted, i got accepted into the auror training program –” he says he’s proud, he says he’s happy for her. “i-is umma there? can i talk to her?” there’s silence and a sigh. a dreadful sigh. her expression falls, fist clenching against her letter. he tells her she’s not feeling to well, he tells her he’d tell her mother for her. “oh.” she responds. “tell her i love her, okay?” holding back a loud sob.

she ends the call, unable to hold back her tears. she wants her to be proud, to be happy.

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yoon raehwan 08.20.2001 (18) student (baek ho) pure-blood

It wouldn’t be a stretch to say that Yoon Raehwan has the world at his fingertips. Despite his family’s heritage, Raehwan was able to live in comfort without having to bear the weight of the family’s expectations. Overindulged and coddled as a child, Raehwan never truly grew out of his precocious, curious childish phase. More often than not, he had always gotten away with nothing more than a light scolding. And for whatever purpose, there was something about being the youngest that made him want to catch everyone’s attention.

Trouble follows Raehwan like a baby duck follows its mother. His father often says that he has the uncanny ability to find mischief and adventures. At five months old, Raehwan had started showing signs of accidental magic and had efficiently levitated his rattle before dropping it in his mother’s tea. At twelve years old, he manages to burn water. At fourteen, Raehwan still levitates things, but now he does so in anger and with tears streaming down his face.

At fifteen years old, he gets arrested. Due to his family’s affluence, Raehwan is able to enjoy some of the most luxurious things in life. One of these things is art. Raehwan’s love for art began in Paris. He had snuck into the Louvre while his family enjoyed an evening out. Needless to say, his mother did not appreciate being summoned to a maeobsa police station.

The last straw, as they say, is when he recreates Théodore Géricault’s The Raft of the Medusa on their living room wall. After finding the gruesome piece etched into their home, his mother’s finally had enough of his antics. She sits him down for a long-anticipated talk and Raehwan, livid and devastated, ultimately understands why everyone is concerned. The heart-wrenching image of shipwrecked men lost at sea mirrors his own heart. Tragic and lost, Raehwan finally learns how to grieve.

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mito yasuhiro 03.01.1998 (21) student (baek ho) half-blood

i. roots, tangled

here is what he remembers of the beginning: the room he grew up in was cold; the gazes of his peers weighing heavy on the downward slope of his shoulders even colder. shuttled between families who couldn’t quite wrap their minds around how practiced, how lonely he was, he grows too familiar with kids just as broken, just as desperate as him whispering reminders that your parents never loved each other (it’s the only thing blunt enough to drag the smile off of his lips) and that’s why no one will love you.

ii. fissure, aching

here is what he remembers of childhood: an elderly couple he now calls mom, dad sweeping him from the cold, enveloping him in a warmth he still struggles to believe he deserves. learning to equate home not with the bleary brick-walled orphanage nor the transient, heaving metal of cars that would drive him back-and-forth from almost-promises to square one (they just weren’t looking for a child like you), but with a small, cozy apartment in mokdong; with a palace as bright as a blank canvas for him to start his story anew in. there remain times when he feels too small for the dynamic world he’s been tossed into, but unfamiliarity replaces itself with robes of red: in times of calibration, he learns to seek a white tiger.

iii. skyward, yearning

here is what he remembers of youth: suspended among the clouds, a broom beneath him, handfuls of air flitting between his fingertips—he supposes this is euphoria. a family where mom and dad spend quiet hours in the living room, the walls carrying framed photographs of three, happiness exuding from ink and ink alone. a family where his closest friends tether him to the ground, keep the smile on his lips heartfelt and genuine. he supposes this—laughter torn from the walls of his throat by the handful, the closest thing to pure bliss as he tumbles into the ground, his friends following suit—is happiness.

iv. stasis, numbed

here is what he knows of loss: in a split second, he hears something that’s been breaking (that he’s been shuffling to the back of his mind, stubbornly neglecting) conclusively crumble, crack, shatter. he has no future in quidditch anymore; no future in the dream he’d been so desperately clinging to. the first time he cries in front of his parents is to apologize for causing them so much trouble. my son, his mother hums, we’re sorry to you. we love you.

v. repose, renewal

he always chooses the highest seat at the stadium, head a little woozy as he squints to get a better glimpse of the pitch below him. if he closes his eyes, the wind seems to embrace him, seems to envelope him in a strange warmth, as though to say i’m sorry too. he stretches his arms above his shoulders, lets his head loll back, the sun bright against his cheeks. if he found his family, found his happiness, he’s sure he will find his dream once more.

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ryu serin 03.14.1996 (24) student (baek ho) pure-blood

ryu serin exists in mockery. thrives in the foolery made of goddess aphrodite. she is love’s folly. bore of a mistake. a whim. an ache. crudely put, she is brought upon this earth as a baby trap. vain attempts to keep a man unwilling to stay.

it didn’t work. obviously. otherwise i wouldn’t be telling this story.

but we continue. let’s recap. ryu serin, spoils of love (and war). costly lesson to a selfish being. morale of the story? what good is having someone if you don’t have his heart? sins of the mother, we’ll call it. woman filled to the brim in moral culpabilities and dreams of love with nothing to show for it but a revolving door of ex-boyfriends, alimony checks, and child support. foolish. but she’ll continue the hunt. and her daughter still, when the time comes, follows in the exact same cycle.

love found. love lost. love grieved. rinse and repeat.

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ryu joohyuk 12.07.1999 (20) student (baek ho) pure-blood

01. he’s loud; has always been a bright kid. his first words are “mama” followed by, “cat!”. they find him adorable, a child of their own. the couple has been trying so hard, and to finally have him grace their lives feels like a gift.

joohyuk is born into a humble family. his father a simple bus driver and his mother a stay-at-home mum, things are simple, at least for him. joohyuk never asks for much and spends most of his time playing with the kids around the neighbourhood.

“thank you for coming into my life,” his mother says, as she holds him close. joohyuk is four but he understands the love she feels for him. “you’re welcome!” he beams, and he hears his mother’s soft laughter next as she holds onto him tighter.

02. the older you get, the uglier the world around you. kids poke fun of joohyuk’s family, spit words at him, “your father just drives a bus,” they say. it’s aggravating. his mother tells him to remain calm, that those words mean nothing as long as joohyuk strives to be a better person.

but there’s only so much he can handle.

he’d only wanted to confront those kids, had only wanted to tell them to stop. but they were so loud, their words so sharp. the classroom is empty aside from joohyuk and the two boys that had been constantly making fun of him.

they taunt him and joohyuk feels his emotions at a brim. a table slams against the wall, just inches away from one of the kid’s face.

“what the fuck?” someone says, and joohyuk’s eyes widen. no. he couldn’t, he couldn’t have done that right?

03. magic. it’s as simple as that (well, not really. it’s hard to wrap your head around something like… magic). he finishes middle school and attends yosul. it’s best he learns about… whatever this is. his parents do what they can to accommodate for him. they have to. joohyuk promises to return a better man and a better son.

his parents only make him promise to return home safe.

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lee minki/claudius 04.23.1998 (22) student (cheong ryeong) pureblood

he wanted this — wanted to be far from home at such a young age . but who would’ve thought at age twenty two , he’d still feel the sting of homesickness . he still recalls the first time he’s brought up going to school here as opposed to going to beauxbatons . he still remembers the tremor in his papa ambrose’s voice , a look of disbelief and worry at the notion that his youngest wanted to study magic so far away from home — from them . he still remembers how his papa felix silenced the other’s worries ( ultimately making him his favorite out of his two fathers ) , reassuring him ( all of them ) that the youngest lee would be fine . claudius still remembers how his sister clung to his arm , a silent notion — please don’t go , don’t leave me .

because it’s always been them . even after ambrose and felix lee took it upon themselves to adopt two orphaned witches . it’s always been them even after said couple so graciously provided them with everything they needed — a roof over their heads , the latest clothes , warm food to fill their belly , new names , a fresh start , a family . it was always them and claudius still remembers his hesitance in leaving and moving to a new country . but.. this was what he desired — a chance to spread his wings .

soul searching was the perfect term , but it carried so much weight . the weight of being on foreign ground , the weight of not having his family around , the weight of being alone .

and yosul is a new territory — hence the birthplace of a new claudius . he was.. different from who is back in france . gone was the usual meekness and softness as he carried himself through campus with his head held high , an arrogant smirk always on his lips . it’s an image he’s painted for himself and carried all throughout his years in yosul — an image he’s slipped on to compensate for the fact that he was terrified of the future , of making choices , terrified of being alone , terrified he might disappoint those he left back home .

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oh minhyuk 05.11.1993 (27) magical med grad student (baek ho) maeobsa born

minhyuk stares down at the bear, and it stares right back with a stitched smile. it’s fur is a cherry red, because his little cousin knows it’s minhyuk’s favorite color, so the bear just had to be. and  this bear is no ordinary bear, this is a career bear. with its lab coat and stethoscope and felt head mirror.  one, two, three, minhyuk runs his fingers down the buttons of its shirt, then drift to the starchy white coat. he carefully flattens the fabric more neatly against the bear’s chest. in big, black hangul his name is lovingly scrawled on the right breast pocket of the coat: ‘오민혁’. yumi must have wielded the pen because the lettering is far too neat for her younger siblings to accomplish.

minhyuk lifts the bear and squeezes it tightly to his chest. his hands have to overlap to span its tiny back. harder, harder, he squeezes, until he feels the hard plastic of its voicebox through his shirt, right against his sternum. the bear crackles to life.

“good luck minhyuk hyung!” five excited voices scream in unison. he can tell exactly how they’re arranged around the mic by the volume of each individual voice. wooseok is probably in one of his older sibling’s arms, since he’s too small on his toddler feet to reach the microphone on his own. even though he can’t reach, minhyuk does know that the cousins let wooseok smack his sticky lips against the bear’s silk heart before they placed it deep in its chest, because wooseok insisted he loved their cousin the most. they all love him, he knows, which is why they forced their father to take them to that overpriced bear store to make minhyuk a gift as congratulations for getting into grad school.

their unbridled faith in minhyuk is finally what makes him break. he buries his face in the bear’s soft head and cries. he cries in fear of his future, for the dream he’s so close and so far from reaching. he cries for his homesickness, for not being the strong man his family needs him to be. he cries because he left them in their happy, normal lives to get thrust into some sort of fairytale he can never truly explain to them. he cries because all cousins are allowed to know is that their beloved hyung moved to seoul, and he’s going to school to be a doctor. they don’t know about his struggles with a wand and the magic he shouldn’t have flowing in his veins. they don’t know how he’s had to claw tooth and nail to keep up with the other kids, because he needs perfect grades if he was going to be a healer. they see minhyuk as their superman, who can don a white coat as easily as a cape.

in the shelter of his apartment, minhyuk clutches a maeobsa bear dressed in his name and weeps in pity of himself.

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moon chaerin 10.04.1999 (20) student (hyeon mu) pure-blood

PRIDE or HUMILITY 1. she’s doted on from the moment she’s born. their beautiful daughter, the baby of the family. soft nose, wide eyes, full lips. she’s a perfect prodigy of the moon family, a perfect photo op for the newspaper. she wonders if that’s all she’s ever been to them. 2. galas are common place to a young chaerin. she’s in a velvet dress, surrounded by others far older than she is. she’s looking for her brother, a familiar face in the crowd, but is stopped by associates of her fathers. they tell her how pretty she looks, how smart she must be. they don’t know her at all, but she doesn’t correct them. just smiles and nods like she’s supposed to. 3. as if her ego isn’t big enough, she’s young when they feature her in one of their ads. who better to promote the family business than one of the family? she doesn’t mind the attention on her, doesn’t mind faking a smile and pretending to be someone else for a few moments. WRATH or PATIENCE 4. they’ve planned her whole life out, that’s apparent from a young age. and she doesn’t seem to mind as much as the others. isn’t it just easier that way? 5. of all the things her parents make her do, she finds she enjoys piano lessons the most. the ease with which her fingers glide over the keys, creating something beautiful. she’s always been drawn to beauty, but making it is something new to her. 6. and then the beauty is just her. smiling for the cameras, posing ever so slightly. doing what they thrusted her into it, not because she loves it but because they want her to do it. because she’s good at it. (can you even be bad at something so simple, so seemingly mindless?) GLUTTONY or TEMPERANCE 7. it’s the third time this month that chaerin’s fallen asleep in class. they think it’s because of obligations to her family, working to hard, whether it be for the business or with modeling. the truth is she spends most nights sketching when she should be studying or sleeping. staying up late chatting with her roommates. too much ‘having fun’. 8. maybe she has no self control. maybe she’s just bad at time management. or maybe somewhere in their lineage is a vampire, because she’s almost certain she’s nocturnal. GREED or CHARITY 9. never one to have to worry about money, she never feels an attachment to it. never feels a longing for wealth or a need to protect what she has. it’s a privledge and chaerin is blissfully unaware of what being on the other side is like. 10. a friend envies her necklace and, deeming it looks better on her anyways, chaerin is happy to let her keep it. she gets scolded for giving away something so priceless, but she’s never been very phased by her family’s criticism. or anything, really. LUST or CHASTITY 11. she’s never been one to fight temptation. a slave to her own whims, really. act first and face the consequences later. 12. the sibling that walks in on her is surprised to see her tangled up with another girl. chaerin is not ashamed, but she makes the other swear to secrecy. it’s a headache that she’d rather not deal with when it comes to her parents. 13. the boy in her bed is asking her about their future and a siren goes off in her head. that’s when she knows it’s time to end things with him. she’s still young, still exploring. she doesn’t have the time or the will to be tied down just yet. she likes being free. ENVY or KINDNESS 14. she knows what they say about the moons, about how highly they think of themselves, the place they hold in the wizarding world. she’s unsurprised they lump her together with the rest of them. she’s a mystery to most, not going out of her way to correct them. but she’s not cruel like they think. 15. she’s not close to the girl, but she sees her in their common room crying and instinct kicks in. the other is surprised to look up and find chaerin there with her hand on her back, softly speaking kind words. her smile is warm and sincere, spreading warmth throughout chaerin too. SLOTH vs DILLIGENCE 16. “you’re a smart girl, chaerin. why don’t your grades reflect that?” 17. she’s falling behind in class, her teachers take notice, so do her parents. it’s not that she doesn’t know what their talking about. she just doesn’t care. she’d rather doodle mindlessly than pay attention to the lecture. 18. the day her wand picks her, she’s informed of it’s make and the meaning. “this core would only choose a powerful witch or wizard.” even now she thinks of this, and doesn’t fully believe it. she’s not who they think she is. she’s just chaerin.

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ahn minhee 02.20.1991 (28) transfigurations professor (hyeon mu alumni) half-blood

She checks her phone for what seems like 400th time that day to see…nothing. No notifications, no emails, not even a single text. Pursing her lips she decides to go back to bed and maybe in the morning there will be something. Anything but the sound of rain to lull her back to sleep in her cold bed again.

She’s a fiance but to who? There’s a ghost at the other end of this engagement, a ghost holding onto this ring on her hand. Makes her feel like she’s being anchored down to the depths of an ocean that doesn’t seem to get light anymore.

11:20am - nothing

12:46pm - nothing

There are vipers sitting her throat, words poisonous waiting to unleash their venom onto a very specific victim. She holds the acid in her stomach, holds her anger. Again.

All she can think about walking back from the office is her mother’s words echoing over a scheduled first meeting that makes her sick to her stomach.

“Minhee, you need to do this for the family, maybe this time you can hold down the marriage.”

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kang jisoo 12.14.1996 (23) student (cheong ryeong) pure-blood

jisoo comes from a family of lawyers. for generations, his family has been known for two things: a long line of lawyers and a few generations of cheong ryeong graduates. before going into yosul, he knew that he’d go into cheong ryeong whether he liked it or not so that he could keep his family happy. he had never been that skilled of a student to his parents’ disdain. sure, he was smart, but he didn’t have the will to pay attention in his classes or to do his schoolwork at home without his father looking down over his shoulder to make sure it got done. when he finally was able to go to yosul, he knew he had to at least get into the house that he was destined for.

if there was one thing that jisoo really cared about, it was quidditch. he loved nothing more than playing with his friends in their spare time, feeling like he was actually good at something when he wasn’t able to meet his parents’ high expectations of him. instead of keeping up with his studies, jisoo decided to take a couple of gap years when school and the pressure of being a kang son got to be too much. he went to travel the world, meet wizards and witches from around the world and learning how they do things, his enchanting personality helping him make friends along the way. he fell behind in school, going back to find that the classmates he once shared homework with were levels above him.

kang jisoo is many things: people smart, mischievous, flirtatious, attention seeking, selfish and a bit pretentious. he is kind and funny yet also ruthless if he doesn’t get his way. he is charming and loyal and a bit spacey. he’s afraid of never amounting to anything, of never being good enough, of never living up to the kang family name. he’s afraid of not making it onto the varsity quidditch team and of failing out of school, forcing him to fall behind his classmates again. he’s afraid of never wanting to become a lawyer like his family expects of him.

but mainly he’s afraid that his parents’ threat to cut him off financially if he doesn’t kick it into gear at school is true.

jisoo likes being in school. he likes seeing his friends and playing quidditch and flirting endlessly with the students around him. he’s not ready to give that up. he’s not ready to go into the real world and to have responsibilities. he’s not ready to grow up.

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lin yun 06.20.2000 (20) student (ju jak) half-blood

his mother sits at the table across from him and carefully slides the plate in front of him. he sits up from where his head had been resting in his folded arms and with clumsy fingers wipes away the stubborn tears collecting in the corners of his eyes and along his lower lids. the halved pomegranate looks like an open wound; weeping juice and glowing red in the fluorescent kitchen light. yun digs his fingers into the rows of seeds and tears one out. bitter juice fills his mouth as he chews and it quiets his distressed sniffles. as he begins to eat slowly, his mother speaks.

“i thought we agreed that we wouldn’t have any more calls from your teacher this year,” she says. there’s patience and sternness in her voice. his sticky hand drops from his mouth and he frantically wipes the juice that stains it onto his shorts before he replies. compelled to defend himself.

“but mijoo is my best friend, and hoseok kept saying that girls with glasses could never be pretty. and then when mijoo told him to stop he said she’s ugly anyways because her mom’s a maeobsa. she was crying, mommy. and mijoo is pretty, so hoseok is dumb. i just wanted him to leave her alone.”

when you’re nine, all conflicts start with a flash of anger and a lashing of hands. yun had shoved hoseok, because he wanted hoseok away from his best friend. and he wanted to punish him for making mijoo cry with his untrue words. it had been satisfying to see tears well up in hoseok’s own cruel eyes.

“i know, little cloud, but hitting people isn’t going to make them learn a lesson. it’s just going to make them think you’re mean. would you listen to someone who was mean to you?”

yun thinks of his teacher, with her bruising grip on his upper arm and her loud voice as she dragged him to her office. he can’t recall what she had said to him in that moment. slowly, he shakes his head and pushes another seed past his lips. his mother smiles and reaches across the table, brushing her hand through yun’s hair. her bare fingers push through the knots easily.

“don’t worry about the mean people, my love. next time just tell mijoo that what hoseok said wasn’t true, and that she can be pretty with glasses and a maeobsa mother. i think she’ll believe her best friend’s words over a bully.”

“okay mommy,” yun agrees, because his mother is always right.