unforgivcblecurse

[unforgivcblecurse]

ʜᴇᴀᴅᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍ, ᴘʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀ ᴘᴀʀᴋ  •  ʜᴇᴀᴅᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ’s ᴄʜᴀᴍʙᴇʀs  •  𝟷𝟷:𝟷𝟾 ᴘᴍ, ᴛʜᴜʀsᴅᴀʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ

“kai, you don’t understand!” the headmaster laments as he frantically darts around his dark office, looking through drawers and boxes haphazardly until he opens one particular chest that lets out a burst of fire and singes the mostly-invisible stubble of his chin. after carefully closing and locking it once again, casey sheepishly looks up at kai and gives him an apologetic shrug, before returning to his frantic raid, the cape of his robes flowing gracefully around him while he un-gracefully fumbles. see, normally the headmaster would he remiss to be caught in such a state, he prefers that the world consider him a source of peace and wisdom— both of which he is overflowing with— but he fears that being seen floundering around with a panicked crease in his forehead is hardly the strong front that the hogwarts students need. however— the marauder’s map has been stolen once again. “if someone has that map, what are we going to do, kai?” casey stands from the cupboards he’s picking through to spin on his heels and face the man, his expression softening when he sees that handsome, strong face. a placated sigh leaves his lips, but the worried crease in his forehead remains. “if a student stole it, it won’t be long before someone puts together why the two of us are in each other’s dormitories nearly every night, or why you are in my office so late, or why we’re always together when we visit andrei, or why i am always waiting in your office during your last class—“ casey cuts himself off when he realizes that he’s begun to panic, something he truly hasn’t done since becoming the headmaster. see, being in a relationship with an inferior shouldn’t be that terrifying of a prospect, normally, as long as everyone kept it professional, the two of them could be on their merry way, not a dollop of concern for remaining hidden. however, the ministry has been breathing down casey’s neck since the start of the school year. november is nearly over, and yet, the ministry continues to send auditors and even spies, desperate to catch anyone moving so much as a toe out of line. they’ve always been suspicious of casey. the man was an auror, right out of hogwarts. one of the best that the ministry had seen since the order of the phoenix. but after one particularly sticky battle with a death eater and a couple of dementors took the life of casey’s closest friend, it was like a switch flipped. no one really knows everything that happened that day, only that casey expelled the death eaters, and that he was seen broken down, before taking finley’s body carefully back to headquarters. after this, he changed, completely. he moved back to hogwarts, to become a professor of potions, despite being constantly pushed to teach defense against the dark arts. he became peaceful, a pacifist, and told the order that he would only be available in very dire circumstances, and wanted nothing to do with the forces that took finley from him. of course, that part changed when casey was offered the job as headmaster. the ministry was not happy about it, still suspicious of casey’s sudden change and the unknown incidents of that day, but that only made casey want the job more. the auror that lived deep, deep down inside him still had a penchant need to piss off the ministry. however, taking the position meant that they needed to hire a new potions professor, and casey knew he’d be spending extra time caring for the course he loves so much, but he never anticipated that all of that time would lead to.... feelings. ones he hasn’t had since he was a student at hogwarts. and professor park was certainly handsome and charming and just fucking hot enough to send casey into a boy-like tizzy. he finds himself giggling and blushing when the man is around, and he’s been working harder to dress nicely at work. he’s even bought a whole slew of pastel silk gowns and robes, and has a standing appointment with logan later this week to learn how to apply glittery eyeshadow, something that casey has always admired from afar but insisted on learning to don in preparation for the yule ball.

kai park has brought something alive inside of him, and even though they have to hide until the ministry backs down, casey wants desperately to keep it alive. “will you help me find it? perhaps one of the other professors took it, you know, a-as a weird prank or something,” casey poorly suggests, closing the last possible place he could have hidden the map, and stands with his shoulders slouched in defeat. with big, green eyes, the headmaster looks up at professor park, the worry making him appear more as a scared boy than the powerful man that he is. “i don’t want to stop seeing you,” he whispers the words as if anyone could hear them from outside the thick, enchanted door or the three-foot stone walls, and swallows around the thick lump of concern in his throat, “but we have to find that map, kai, we have to find it. i-i don’t know how it went missing, i’ve only seen a handful of students, but even if it weren’t for us, in the wrong hands, it could get someone hurt. or worse.”

@pillpcpper