( ϟ ── to hogwarts ─ to home !! ]

[l i o n.]

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♚‡ W R E N.
[female. closeted gay.] [17 years] [hopeless puppy-dog] [relationship:n/a] [tagged: odessa, graham, poppy]
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☞WREN jumped slightly as graham intruded on her conversation with odessa as well as her drifting thoughts. initially, the ravenclaw shot her twin a dirty look for scaring her, but the look quickly melted to one of curiosity as he voiced his interest in speaking with odessa privately. What could that dolt possibly want with her best friend? the keeper inhaled sharply, ready for a quick rebuttal when the rest of his sentence caught her off guard. swallowing her sharp retort, she tilted her head and stared at graham cautiously, wondering what exactly it was that he knew.

“i guess I’ll leave you two to it then” she murmured, a bit of reluctance lacing her husky voice. wren reached out tentatively, placing her palm on odessa’s shoulder and giving it a comforting squeeze with her slender fingers. quickly retracting, she pulled herself out from under the table and straightened her skirt before nervously fiddling with her tie in a last ditch effort to make herself look presentable. “i’ll see you in the common room soon, ok?” it came out as more of a question although she already knew the answer. reaching out a lanky arm, she grabbed her tattered bag and slung it easily over her right shoulder, her thumb running over the worn leather as a form of comfort.

Wren turned, giving graham one last disapproving look with narrowed eyes before turning on her heel and heading back the way he had initially come from. It took everything in the quiet girl to keep her pace steady and unrushed, allowing herself only a skipped step here and there. as she neared the gryffindor table and the tall brunette, her heart began to skip along with her feet, though she tried her best to ignore the hammering in her chest. be cool, be cool, be cool, be- and then suddenly there she was, stood right in front of poppy.

she found herself in a unique position, she noted, as she towered over the quidditch star for once. it didn't quite count as poppy was still seated on the bench, but the new height difference put the nervous ravenclaw at ease, if only slightly. "hey!" she chirped up, big doe eyes brightened by the smile tugging at her cheeks. "graham mentioned you wanted to see me...?" she trailed off, lingering for a moment as she studied poppy's stunning features: defined cheekbones, sharp jaw, smooth skin, soft eyes. she was staring! wren jolted to attention, clamping her jaw shut quickly. "so how was your summer?" she started up, wanting to draw attention away from her blatant admiring as soon as humanly possible.

[8_Stars_8]

O D E S S A
|female | ravenclaw | eighteen | heterosexual | tagged: graham | mentions: wren |

"Of course I'm not as vain as she, I don't really...think myself as being pretty. Anyways, I was thinking that maybe for the execution of the idea - " Odessa gets cut off by the sounds of footsteps approaching. Odessa turns around to see the golden boy of Hogwarts himself, Graham. Odessa gives Graham a bit of a sour look. She opens her mouth, about to tell him off for rudely interrupting her and Wren, but she figured that giving him a chance to at least explain his intentions. Odessa looked at Wren, her eyes widening when she walks away. She nods to her, letting her know she'd be okay.

"Well, Graham, you know me, I already have a huge line of suitors who have asked me." She sighs dramatically, obviously being sarcastic. "But, seriously, why ask anyone? You'll end up with several other girls on your arm, I know I'm not special Graham. I'm not even half as pretty as the majority of the other girls here. You're merely asking me because I'm smarter than all the other girls who would gladly throw away their dignity for you to take them out. But I wouldn't do that. I know you know that, and it bothers you. But, I still think of you as a friend, so...I'll dance with you, but I know that this won't be exclusive, and I'm not into that sort of thing. Besides, me and Wren made plans to go together, and I just don't want to bail on her." She sighs. Even though Graham was a nice person, he wasn't somebody who would be very committed. She knows that. He's not boyfriend material. He's only good for a fling. She wasn't into that type of stuff. "Plus, it'll be your birthday, and I don't want to reject you on your birthday." She knew his games, she knew he just wanted to make her fall along with all the other girls in this school. "Also, you're a total geek and flailing your arms around and sauntering across the Great Hall isn't as attractive as you think it is. Just a tip." She winks at him. "Anything else?"

[8_Stars_8]

B L A K E
| female | seventeen | sixth year | slytherin | tagged: emily | mention: Aticus|

"Yeah, that's what is going to make this thing a whole hell of a lot harder. We broke up." Blake says, glancing back at Aticus. Blake looks at Emily. She was so much prettier than her. She couldn't compete with her, practically every guy in the school was drooling over her constantly. Even when her and Aticus were together, she could see his eyes wander towards her. She couldn't blame him for it though. She looked over at him again and sighed in defeat. "I'm sure he'll try to shoot his shot with you, Em. Just, when you guys make it official, don't blame me for avoiding you." She looks down at her plate, not really feeling hungry.

"I don't have any ideas for the ball, but I'm not sure I want to go." Blake says, biting her lip and grabbing her goblet filled with pumpkin juice and takes a sip. "I'm not really that creative, anyways, I doubt I could come up with something without making it look like I dug through the trash bin and put on some garbage." She lets out a strained chuckle. Blake runs her hand over her face and sighs, looking back up at Emily.

[l i o n.]

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♚‡ G R A H A M.
[male. hetero] [17 years] [huge flirt] [relationship:n/a] [tagged: odessa]
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☞GRAHAM smiled at odessa’s self deprecation, ever the one to appreciate the ability to mock one’s self. that’s about where the smiling began and ended for the gryffindor as the ravenclaw began to tear into him. mouth opening and closing a few times in an attempt to get a word in edgewise, the blonde was forced into submissive silence as he swallowed thickly.
graham couldn’t hide the grimace of shock that distorted his handsome face. for once graham was stunned into silence, and not necessarily in a good way. He gave himself a moment to collect his thoughts as they swirled around his head, mouth suddenly dry.

clearly, his ego was noticeably deflated and his confidence had all but disappeared. His proud shoulders slouched, closing in closer to his body as a form of protection. while what odessa had said wasn't necessarily untrue, it didn't make her vocalization sting any less. never one to show weakness, graham forced a smile that never reached his cold blue eyes. taking a long, shallow breath in, he gave his throat a thorough clearing before deciding it was high time he began. “thank you so much for your very curt and clear response odessa. i always love your analysis of my character. i appreciate your ability to avoid sugarcoating things. don’t worry about the ball, forget i even asked. i hope that you and wren have a stupendous evening together, though you may have a third joining your coupling soon enough” he nodded towards poppy. “it would be a disservice to you were i to hold you to something simply because it’s my birthday, and i’d rather not make you miserable in the process. i hope you’ll save a dance for me, though don’t feel obligated to make the time” he finished, swallowing the bitter taste in his mouth.

with that, graham slapped his hands lightly on the ravenclaw table, pushing himself back. apparently he hadn’t quite escaped odessa’s wrath as she tossed one more scathing dig his way. the sixth year turned to her one last time, flashing his pearly whites. “thank you for that insight! i’ll keep it in mind the next time i try to ask you to a dance, though i doubt that's very unlikely based on how this attempt went” he quipped, voice strained. “that’s all miss foster” he nodded to himself, standing once more. graham took no hesitations as he turned away from the ravenclaw table and strode back across the great hall on his way to his common room. he had no energy left in him to ask marisol nor could his pride take another beating like that, so he decided that if, by some miracle, poppy still happened to be free by friday he’d settle to go as friends. a bitterness brewed in his chest, blue eyes growing dark. at the same time, a stubborn resilience had crept its way into the back of his mind.

[BeyondTheShire]

Aticus Bleakwood⏵Gryffindor
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◄17｜Male｜6th Year｜Bi｜Gryffindor Table｜mentions: ｜tagged: Em

indentationAticus slowly got up from the table. He wasn't in any hurry to the common room. He was thinking about what to do for his costume. He'd need a sheet, done. Sandels, done, he likes to wear them on their off days sometimes. Maybe he could even whip up something magically so people know who he is.
Suddenly he bumped into another figure. "Watch- Oh hey Milly." Aticus said flashing his signature smile. "I'm sorry about that you'd think I'd someone as beautiful as you in my way." He grinned at her. This is the moment to ask her. It may not be the most romantic thing but its now or never in Aticus' mind. "So hey. I'm thinking of going to the dance as the Greek god Zues. Wanna be my Aphrodite?" Aticus asked with confidence. There is no way she'd say no. Look at him! Look at her! It just makes sense. Graham already told him to go for it and he wouldn't go for her too.

[landogate]

𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐘 `𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄
i. seventeen, cisfem, seventh yr ii. gryffindor captain + beater iii. loc ─ outside great hall iv. tags ─ wren (mentions graham, aticus)

xxxxpoppy felt all her anxiety drain away and be replaced by an adrenaline she usually found herself filled with before a match. she'd turned in her seat and followed graham to the ravenclaw pair. in all his, hercules glory he swooped in on oddessa, leaving poppy and wren to chat as other students around them began to depart as well. "he's really a ladies man, huh?" poppy tried to break the comfortable, but uneasy silence between them. if poppy was honest, gray would make a much better zeus, being a charmer. aticus had promptly split from the trio, and poppy could only presume he was already knee-deep in conversation with the aclassi girl, she couldn't see him but she'd have to ask when they all met back at the common room if he was pitifully rejected or not.

xxxxa soft smile was said in a return greeting, if she opened her mouth she'd probably just stumble over her words and make a fool of herself. "oh! uh yeah, i did have something to ask you." she nodded her head as she spoke, at least graham was kind enough to mention her, she thought. "but that can wait, i haven't seen you all summer!" she exclaimed, pulling the younger student into a hug. when they parted poppy made sure to not seem like she was staring. with reference to her summer, poppy decided on the spot it might not be the place to get into the nitty gritty details of her fathers illness and how it impacted her, so she decided on the good. "my break? it was certainly busy." she chuckled, eager to push her family out of her mind so she could focus on who was standing right in front of her - one of her best friends and arguably crush that would lead to heartbreak. "just the usual, tons of quidditch practice, spent a little bit of time in the netherlands." as poppy remembered her trip, her thoughts first landed on her new broom, a firebolt that would surely outlast her competitors on the qudditch field.

xxxxtaking her thoughts away from her own summer and it's tumultuous ups and downs, poppy fiddled with her robe. she hadn't the luxury of changing into her proper uniform, on the train or in the tower so her black robe had been thrown on halfway through the carriage ride up to the castle when the chill had caused goosebumps to rise on her tanned skin. she flicked her hair back, curling a piece behind her ear. the captain swallowed thickly, "i-i, uh, how was you summer, wren?" poppy boarded on asking her friend to the ball but halted in her tracks, nervously she stuck her hands in her pocket.

[axelandria]

f a y e . h a z e l. ─── tags: magnolia | ment. n/a
ravenclaw 6th yr. | 17 | she/her | lesbian

faye nodded quickly. "yeah, this is basically home to me now!" her eyes widened, and she quickly recovered with a joke. "i'm considering failing on purpose, just to see if i can stay an extra year." she chuckled at her own joke. faye was extra upset about how fast the years had been going. she wasn't sure where she would go after graduating. maybe she'd try to be a teacher at hogwarts? she really loved this place, and honestly, she never wanted to leave.

the brunette's eyes widened in excitement at magnolia's mention of the costume party. "yes! i'm considering dressing up as jack skellington. he's my favourite muggle movie character. plus i'd get to wear a suit. although, i'm not sure how popular a muggle costume would be." she looked to magnolia. "what about you? you gonna go?" faye took a large bite of her food, quickly finishing the rest of her meal. she sat back, relaxing.

[yongmaeng]

male x sixth year x seventeen x slytherin x tags: marisol x mentions: milly, aticus, blake, dorian

he flashed his teeth at ‘snake prince’ (very bright teeth, he often spoke of the intensive teeth whitening treatments from back home that he received every few years, as muggle treatments tended to be more permanent), dark eyes narrowing as he scooted his chair back. he really couldn’t count how much he’d been referred to that after earning that sort of reputation. jihoon’s eyes on the reflection of marisol’s fork in the chocolate syrup of her dessert, the seventeen year old shrugged to both questions, twisting his wand around his nimble fingers.

“to be honest, i have standards. no one quite interested me this time around. perhaps i’ll spend the entire evening forcing our first years to invite their eye-catchers to dance.”

the boy answered honestly, massaging the temples of his narrow face. scrunching up his nose, he smirked, obviously pointing out aticus approaching one of slytherin’s fifth years, milly. judging from aticus’s presumed intentions, as well as blake’s expression when he had greeted her earlier, that blake and aticus had likely done its time.

it was also probable that milly was not going to turn aticus down, despite the entirety of the slytherin house having heard their share of jihoon’s comments about gryffindors all being large, self-righteous, manticore heads in the common room.

“eh, not entirely sure on what i’d dress as. was considering a vampire, but don’t want to risk offending them,” he answered, only half joking. from what he’d witnessed at honeyduke’s in the blood lollipop compartment, vampires were not the sunniest characters. “you?”

looking around as he awaited marisol’s response, he felt his brows furrow as he accidentally caught dorian’s eye. shifting his expression into one of indifference, jihoon raised his head in an arrogant manner and turned away swiftly. practically snarling, he snorted to marisol.

“despisable hufflepuff.”

normally he was rather okay with hufflepuffs (although their lack of calculativeness was somewhat unsettling), but dorian had truly rubbed him the wrong way in their second year and had continued to do so in their following years. dorian had said an insensitive comment about jihoon’s weepy tendencies as a first year, jihoon shot back with something about him being a muggleblood, dorian didn’t yet know of jihoon’s parents and replied with something about that, so on and so forth. awkward second year drama was all the second years then knew what to talk about because obviously the second years had nothing else to gossip about.

[landogate]

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋 `𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍
i. seventeen, cisfem, sixth yr ii. slytherin keeper iii. loc ─ slytherin table iv. tags ─ jihoon (mentions emily, aticus)

xxxxmarisol smirked, knowingly. "sometimes it just seems as though there's no appropriate girl for me to fall in love with, you know?" she sighed and rolled her eyes. marisol's taste was, lets say, high-strung. she either wanted to shower her potential girlfriend in expensive gifts or be on an equal playing field of wealth, and currently no one at hogwarts fit her description. "it's quite sad we're the only slytherins with taste." she giggled and plopped a fork-full of her desert into her mouth with grace, whilst also doing so a snarky-side eye was sent emily aclassi's way. "you'd think she'd listen to what you've said about lions," she shrugged and continued to innocently pick at her desert, stomach quickly filling. she fixed her position so she was mostly turned to jihoon, but kept an eye on the gryffindor-slytherin situation unfolding in front of the duo. "but i do want to have a front row seat to when emily disposes of mister bleakwood." it was said with a giggle and as she placed down her half eaten desert. she made a mental note to avoid the far too chocolaty desert from now on unless she wanted to spend a night in the infirmary.

xxxxmarisol's lips twitched and fixated into a thin line, her front teeth caught the inner most part of her bottom lip. she laughed at her friends comment on vampires, there was surely a half-breed who attended hogwarts who would pick a fight with either of the two if they decided on going as vampires with corny fake teeth. her attention was brought back to jihoon when he muttered out something about a hufflepuff. her brows now raised, and her eyes taken away from the eager aticus bleakwood, marisol pondered, "i feel like there's more to that story than you let on, jihoon." there was most certainly history between her friend and the hufflepuff, she'd seen it first hand in their earlier years, as both parties were slobbering messes who were eager to jab at each others personal lives. as the hall began to file out, marisol offered, "shall we get going? i'm sure the new potions professor is going to have us by our throats tomorrow morning, and i'd prefer to not lose points before we've even begun" she reminisced to the year prior where she was faced with an aggravated potions professor who had swiped one hundred points for each student who came late.

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♚‡ W R E N.
[female. closeted gay.] [17 years] [hopeless puppy-dog] [relationship:n/a] [tagged: poppy]
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☞WREN could feel her brow furrowing in innocent curiosity. was poppy drake... nervous? the ravenclaw brushed off the absurd notion; the captain of gryffindor's quidditch team, top of the prospective recruitments for any number of notable professional teams, a ball of confident energy constantly. there was no way. the lanky girl gave out a squeak of surprise, inhaling sharply as she felt poppy's arms wrap around her. thoroughly stunned, for a moment she stood there like a bumbling idiot before jerking her arms up to return the hug as best she could. a lot of wren's issues with affection and touch were directed towards women as it stemmed from her sexuality and a fear that everyone could tell and would assume she was flirting with them. but with poppy it was easier. the sixth year took in a soft, deep breath, relishing in the scent that was trademark poppy; cool fresh air with a hint of fall this time around.

as the beater pulled away, wren shoved down the pang of disappointment ebbing in her chest. the two walked slowly together as they made their way out of the great hall, the younger girl paying attention to the echoing of their footsteps. she turned to face the gryffindor as she began to speak, always wanting to give her full attention. a smile began to spread across her lips, crinkling the sides of her warm brown eyes. "must be tough being the next greatest thing in the world of quidditch. hard having all of those teams drooling over you" she teased lightly, though she knew she was endlessly proud of her friend. poppy had dedicated herself to her craft and all of those countless hours of practice, blood, sweat, and tears were finally paying off. in wren's eyes she deserved the world.

"i'm glad you got away for a bit though. you need to learn how to relax or you'll end up frying your brain" she quipped, a light touch of scolding in her husky tone. "tryouts are coming up, right? and then your first match! you must be so thrilled. hopefully the new blood shows some promise that you can work with" she blathered on, excitement replacing the nagging from a moment before. everyone knew she was a dork for quidditch, especially when it came to watching poppy play. she was convinced that she was the gryffindor beater’s number one fan.

the ravenclaw hummed softly, eyebrows raising as poppy directed a question towards her this time. "ah. you should've asked me first because now my summer looks utterly bland compared to yours" she huffed, nose scrunching up a bit. "oh well, we can't all be superstars i suppose. it was fairly uneventful. dad was away in romania with the dragons, his new hobby now that he's retired" she rolled her deep brown eyes in distaste as she had hoped he would opt for something a bit more tame for his post-ministry pastime. "graham went out to see him for a bit so i got the house to myself for an entire week. mom was.... well honestly i don't know. once we turned 14 she just about up and disappeared, traveling the world i suppose. she'll pop in from time to time to check in on us and tell us all about her latest adventure but..." wren trailed off, tossing up her shoulders in a casual shrug. she had never been close with her mother.

"anyways, i got some quidditch practice of my own in, though i'm sure not nearly as much as you. lots of reading, you know me. and dad introduced me to this wonderful muggle invention called netflix. you can literally watch hundreds of movies and shows. quite fascinating. that's it! that's about my entire summer in a nutshell" she sighed, casting a look in poppy's direction. "ready to ask me your question yet now that you've heard all about my boring summer?" she pressed lightly.