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PLOT.
okay so basically, stuff happens and the tournament is back
yo. but this time,, the cup chose two champions per school
which is unheard of. basically ill have 2 random gen'd cham
ps from each school and then there will be more slots in th
ere for onlookers and stuff, cause drama and fun you know.
RULES.
1. pls follow site rules!!<3 2. 500 minimum word count, thi
s is the lit section it shouldnt be that hard to reach. 3. inst
ead of a char limit im going to have a user limit of 8. 4. ag
es are 16-18, but obviously 16 year olds cant enter the tou
rnament. 5. i will not tolerate any discrimination of any ki
nd. every and all sexualities/races are welcome here. 6. d
rama is very encouraged,, i want all the tea. 7. please pm
all reservations- but know i have the right to reject whoev
er i want to. 8. pls get pictures and some info up within 48
hours<3 9. forms go on the disc and discord is mandatory.
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GRYFFINDOR
kino ryu // male // hosh
shin rokhee // female // kim
lee ivory // male // anne
RAVENCLAW
mackenzie jung // female // hosh
jules laurent // male // jisung
lee doyoung // male // kim
HUFFLEPUFF
ji minji // gender // artie
name // gender // lin
yuwen yang // male // hxnnie
SLYTHERIN
hae levi // male // artie
minasaki yuta // male // jisung
jeon kodiak // male // anne
sin audrey // male // f(x)
BEAUXBATONS
byun ludovico // male // anne
name // gender // valkyrie
yang daiyu // female // jimin
DURMSTRANG
song junsoo // male // kim
name // gender // hosh
park lena // female // anne


CHAMPIONS
hogwarts champions: name n name
beauxbatons champions: name n name
durmstrang champions: name n name


users: 9/9

[niico]

closed<3
the discord is mandatoryyyyy
pls put forms on the thread ab

[Kim Jongdae]

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❝ ｔｈｉｓ ｏｕｒ ｉｎｔｒｏ, ｔｕｒｎ ｕｐ ｗｉｔｈ ｏｕｒ ｉｎｔｒｏ !! ❞
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tagged, Yuta, Diana |etc, look at this cool boy trynna b cool ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭, 2,145 words

The swishing of the waves crashing against what seemed like driftwood made walls and the howling winds against the stark white fabric of ship sails were the first substantial representations for a certain Durmstrang boy that their ship has arrived. The elevation felt when the ship rose from beneath the rippling water and the rush felt when the ship broke surface; they were all distinct in their own right, memorable, and a significant show of potential and thirst for victory. Although it couldn't be seen from within the oversized sailing vessel that resembled more of a sea-wrecked viking ship than anything else, the Durmstrang student (and in his own opinion, hopefully to-be triwizard tournament champion) could practically imagine his school crest revealing itself as the ship drops its flag pridefully for all to see. He could only hope that the sprays of mist and droplets of water could be felt by the Hogwarts students as they rose from the abyss. Hope that the rivaling students could sense the school's power, eagerness, and ambition... Well, that and the whole spiel about how militaristic and masculine the school was meant to seem (-or whatever). As much as the school had wanted to glorify their status upon their arrival and as much as the honey haired Korean approved of it, there were more reasons why Song Jun-Soo was excited to have finally arrived at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; one more reason (and only one). The sole reason why Song Jun-Soo had been eager to participate in the tournament and travel to Hogwarts, despite having (jokingly) deemed it the 'fool's school' and the 'school for immature kids who wanted to play'.

As soon as the ship had 'docked' (sort to speak) at Hogwarts, the students had been ushered inside for their welcoming feast in Hogwarts' Great Hall. Behind towering doors, the honey haired boy could hear the buzz and the talk, all the excitement that sparked in the air in anticipation to get the games started. The murmurs filled the large space and even from the sliver outside, Jun-Soo could feel it all. He could practically grasp at how the energy danced through the atmosphere, how the room just a door away vibrated so animatedly. The boy finds himself grinning with a glint of sorts in his eyes, as he glances at his own peers. Most of the boys displayed signs of the same uniformity the school had been looking for, save for the select few individuals like himself. They were all dressed in collared brown uniforms, some with stripes of fur across their shoulders, some without. The Durmstrang students all wore boots and most had buzz cuts that only magnified the school's combative nature. Keyword: Most. Because there were a select few, just like himself, who preferred to sport a more casual look, with their hair grown out at least moderately long, and in a personal case, colored almost too bright in the sea of conformity. Even among those who grew out their hair and just seemed a little less... rigid, the Korean boy stood out like a sore thumb; amidst the more 'natural' colors, the contrast was clear-cut.

In fact, the sore thumb himself once had shared the same cut as most of his peers here today. He still vaguely recollects his much younger days, when he'd been an innocent eleven year old with his slightly-shorter-than-today head of naturally dark, unruly locks. How he'd simply grown out his hair to somewhat of a medium length, but never paid it much attention until the sprite young age of eleven rolled around. And it was time to enroll into either Hogwarts or Durmstrang- of which he had chosen the latter. And with that decision came the demand to shave his head for eligibility.

Unfortunately for the Institute, by the time Jun-Soo was thirteen, maybe fourteen, years of age, the boy had already foregone shaving his head and had chosen to grow it back out instead. He's kept it the presently moderate length since then; though the plan of lightening and dying of his hair hadn't actually been taken into account until he was maybe fifteen or sixteen years old. And since then, those locks of amber-honey had become a constant, iconic feature of the Durmstrang student. (The same way Yuta's hair undoubtedly became a signature on the Slytherin head boy, Jun-Soo supposed his was the same in Durmstrang.)

But Jun-Soo doesn't dwell on the facts for too long. Especially when the Durmstrang boy reaches over to swat at one of his fellow classmates in an attempt to garner their attention instead. The back of his hand lands soundly against the shoulder of a fellow peer who didn't share the same buzz cut sentiment as the rest of the boys. The owner of the shoulder was a light haired, slightly shorter male, with a lithe frame and dark eyes. Though his eyes were dark, they were round and reflected what seemed like a sort of naivety that the amber-honey haired boy himself certainly did not mirror. "Hey, you ready? You look like you're about to cry or something," the glint still lingers in Jun-Soo's gaze as he snickers at his classmate, "Don't make us look bad- we're about to go against schools that aren't better than us in the slightest, I promise." He continues to banter with a somewhat resounding chuckle. "Besides, the only notable Hogwarts name I can think of is Minasaki Yuta and that says a lot about a whole school."

The Korean boy opens his mouth to say more, but instead, the noise suddenly files through the room in booming volumes as the doors first open for the Beauxbatons before his own school and he snaps his head back towards the front of the open space. The mostly feminine school immediately begin to flounder into the Great Hall, with their baby blue clad students (because he spotted at least one boy amongst the sea of girls) fittingly gesturing with an efflorescence. The boy misses most of the performance, however, having been stuck behind the great doors preparing for his own appearance. All Jun-Soo had been able to spy were the flashes of baby blue and the flutters of butterfly wings before they fade away at the blink of an eye. That, and of course, the howling whistles and cheers from (mostly) the boys of Hogwarts. Though Jun-Soo himself makes no sound of appreciation, his own fellow classmates do, some just as enamored by the performance as their rivaling school had been. Are you cheering too, Yuta? He mildly wonders. Though the Durmstrang boy wouldn't have been surprised- or angry for that matter, if Yuta had been cheering, he was curious, interested to know. Well, if you think they're pretty with that performance, just you wait for us. Jun-Soo silently challenges, excitement suddenly burning through his veins to step out and show both schools just exactly who the Durmstrang were- the next champions, of course.

As if on cue, it's the infamous dark arts school's turn to march into the Great Hall, great unison and power exploding through each step. With Jun-Soo in the forefront, the young adults that resembled army cadets more than students confidently tread their way down the aisle in heavy steps. They each possessed an enchanted staff that they stamped against the hard, stony surface beneath them; subsequently? Sparks flew at each point of contact between staff and floor.

It doesn't take long from there, for Jun-Soo himself to break out into a sprint towards the front of the room, where the Hogwarts headmaster himself stood. Without thinking, he immediately cuts speed from there to show off his nimbleness through flips and tricks; as if to display the duality of Durmstrang nature. Strong, dedicated, and doctrinal, yet versatile and talented. In Jun-Soo's mind, even as he practically flew through the air and could feel the rush against his unruly fringes, Durmstrang Institute wasn't just a school built on two dimensional values. Rather, it was much more diverse than that- much more diverse than the other schools often gave them credit for. (Sure, yes, they taught the dark arts, but it was much, much more than that). And the honey haired boy was here to prove just how wrong some of these competitors were.

Without thinking, the Korean boy breaks out into a lopsided smirk at the very thought of showing off that pride. Oh, how prideful the honey haired boy was to be a part of the institute, even when his best friend had enrolled in Hogwarts instead. He doesn't think much though, even as he snickers and ends his own act by unhesitatingly blowing a fiery bird right at the Headmaster himself. Were you watching?

As he finishes and makes his way back to his original position with the rest of his classmates, Jun-Soo couldn't help but let his eyes sweep the crowds as the noise in the spacious room became unbearable. As he stands among the rest of his peers, he could hear the booming cheers for both of the guest schools, but tries his best to drown it out. His eyes trail to the Slytherin table and his gaze rakes through the settled members, until he finally finds the one he'd been searching for through the crowd.

It wasn't hard to find Yuta Minasaki, no. Actually, it was quite easy, with his long umber hair and his normally poised and holier-than-thou posture. Except this day, he looked even more princely than what Jun-Soo presumed he normally would have looked. The boy vaguely remembers how his boyfriend had initially broken the news to him sometime prior: that Yuta had made the head boy position. (Jun-Soo practically beamed at recollection.) Though he had teasingly called Yuta the great snake of the kiddie pool kids at the time, the Durmstrang boy was (-still is) beyond proud. Of course his boy had been capable of achieving such high statuses. It was so alike Yuta to shoot for only the best whenever possible and Jun-Soo never thought any less of him. Still, the honey haired boy hadn't shared any of his sentimentalities with Yuta. Alternatively, he often prodded at his long haired lover with a bit of tough love, foregoing the mushy-gushy stuff in fear that it'd leave his lips all entirely too awkwardly. It wasn't like Jun-Soo to give out sickly saccharine compliments. Very rarely does the Korean boy ever indulge others with his overly tender thoughts.

Regardless of what the boy deliberates over, the moment deep brown eyes meet the familiar dark ones, Jun-Soo subtly lights up, tongue peeking out to swipe against his lower lip as he parts them to mouth in the Slytherin's direction. "m'ello." It's simple. It's silent. It's a mere slightly slurred and smushed together 'mhm, hello'. But it was Jun-Soo acknowledging Yuta, even when he really shouldn't have before being dismissed with the rest of the Durmstrang students.

Anyhow, the moments pass by quickly after that and soon enough, Jun-Soo hears the cue, crisp and clear. The Durmstrang kids seem to disperse after being dismissed, groups of students immediately breaking away to seek out familiar faces in the crowd. Unsurprisingly, many boys make their way to the Slytherin's table- the table of the dangerous snakes. Similarly, the Korean boy himself saunters over, with his hands coyly clasped behind his back and expression nothing more or less than neutral. That is, until he approaches the recognizable back of his counterpart. The honey haired boy soon finds himself drifting into the proximity of the aforementioned long haired head of the snakes, a sort of anticipation culminating from deep within even as he remains expressionless- save for the smirk that's already hanging upon his lips.

Jun-Soo reaches out for the sleek locks before him, gently raking his fingers through the soft strands- not unlike as if he were playfully threading his fingers through his own hair out of habit, instead. In fact, the boy takes great pride in tousling those perfect brown locks until his childhood best friend looked just as disheveled as Jun-Soo had often looked; just as disheveled as Jun-Soo's unruly head of hair looked even now. The Korean boy doesn't stop himself from grasping softly and tugging playfully at the soft tresses either, when he opens his mouth to greet Yuta.

"Hope that old cat hasn't caught your tongue yet, Minasaki. I was hoping that'd be my job as soon as I stepped foot onto Hogwarts." A paused beat. "Joking. But make room, will you? I didn't make it all the way over here just to stand around by the table. One VIP seat by the snake prince, please." Amusement dances within dark orbs as Song Jun-Soo finds himself peering down at his boyfriend all too expectantly, almost too confident that the boy would scoot over.

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── ( ✦ ) 𝙻𝚄𝙳𝙾𝚅𝙸𝙲𝙾 𝙱𝚈𝚄𝙽
( vee ) ( 18 ) ( beauxbatons )megay( tagged by levi, brief kas ) ( feast )
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homo!byun geon boarded the large carriage fit for every beaux student that had decided to come, his mind already wandering from reality. it was going to be a very long trip. he took a seat by himself at first, but was joined by a blond haired beauty that wanted to talk to him- and perhaps maybe even flirt with him. it had happened on multiple occasions before; this girl [named jordan] would try to sit with him at a lunch time or class and try to talk him into a date. he would shut her down every time but he wouldn't deny that she was good company. he scoured his mind for an excuse to not talk to her── though she wasn't a nuisance to him, he just didn't feel up to holding a conversation.
homo!"i must go speak with kasimir── important performance things." vee's r's were rolled, his thick accent becoming clear. jordan appeared to have a sad smile on her face as she allowed ludovico through to the clear center aisle. he also didn't mean to bring kas into this── he just wanted a way out. he sat in an empty row across from the man and regarded him with a sweet smile. despite being the only other male in the school, they hadn't spoken much. the only thing that vee knew about kas was that he was absolutely gorgeous, his features cut by the gods. he knew that almost every girl in the school had to be swooning over him. he turned to the window and leaned on it, his eyes sliding shut. if he was going to be on this carriage for this long of a time he might as well sleep.
homo!ludovico awoke an hour in, but it felt like he had been trapped on this carriage for what seemed like days. he wondered why they couldn't just apparate── or even use side along apparition with teachers for the less advanced. he sighed and stared at the window. the hogwarts castle suddenly came into view. it honestly wasn't as gorgeous as he expected it to be── he much preferred the comfort of the beauxbatons school. he smoothed down his powder blue uniform (which to be honest was terribly ugly in his opinion) as the carriage finally parked at the entrance of the school. a sudden wave of nervousness filled his stomach── he'd be leading the beauxbatons introduction performance with kasimir. they were the only two boys in all of beauxbatons so the professors decided it was fitting to have them lead. he unbuttoned the top button of his uniform and pulled off the white bow tie that went along with it── this was better.
homo!he stepped off the carriage, the crisp air of winter nipping at his visage. his face flushed, the color draining from everywhere but his cheeks and ears which glowed a soft pink. he brought his hands up as they waited in the cold, covering his mouth and nose as he blew out hot air in an attempt to warm himself. his attention was brought to a voice aided by a charm, telling beauxbatons students to go in and start their performance. he searched the small crowd of teenagers for the only other boy, quickly finding his face towering above everyone else. ludovico nodded to the man as their eyes met, joining up with him at the front of the line and got ready to enter, flattening the front of his outfit again.
homo!upon entrance, they were announced by the school's current headmaster. the two beauxbatons boys were coaxed into the room, and they led with a straight on march. about three feet in, they began their performance── which was just bowing every so often, and then butterflies were charmed into the performance at the end. as vee went down the path, he met the eyes of a built man, muscled and tall. he smiled, looking him right in the eyes. he [levi] left an impression on vico── he'd have to find this guy after they were sat down to eat. the performance ended as quickly as it came, ending with kas and vee turned to the audience and bowing, but it seemed that several hogwarts students (male, of course) were drooling over the female beauxbatons students. vee wasn't shocked, they were quite beautiful, if he had to admit.
homo!vico took a seat, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. being at the end, he had eyes on every person in here. his dark brown eyes scanned the room as durmstrang came in with their own performance, scouring the area for the gorgeous man he'd seen earlier. to his dismay, he couldn't find those eyes again. the durmstrang student finished with a flourish, taking their own seats. the headmaster allowed them to stand and mingle as the food came in and vee quickly made his way through crowds. he found the group of slytherin boys, clad in black and green robes- he was sure he'd seen the boy here. he spotted a durmstrang already getting friendly with a slytherin aswell- but they seemed as if they already knew each other.
homo!he came up on the tip of his toes, conducting a search of his own for a man that should be easy to find. finally he spotted the piercing gaze of the one levi hae. he perked up, pushing through the crowd to find him. just before he got there, he stopped. why did he feel like being bold all of a sudden? vee usually wasn't like this, he'd never just go up to a stranger, but something about those eyes just pulled him in. he shook off the sudden nerves that came and finally approached him. vico felt like a midget standing next to this giant. he looked up at the 6'3 male, suddenly putting on a charming smile.
homo!"ciao bello. i am known as ludovico, but you may call me vee. i am from the beauxbatons academy. he introduced himself formally, suddenly wondering what sort of accent he would have. it was clear that they were the same race── korean── but for all vee knew, he could have a southern accent or an american accent rather than the prominent british accent. he didn't care enough to wonder anymore── he just focused on the conversation at hand.

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elias ; hufflepuff ; 16 y.o.
location: great hall
tags: minnie
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It was easy to pretend that the world didn’t exist when he sat there, alone under the branches of the sole withering tree beside the lake, filling the still and static air with the scratches of graphite as his pencil moved fluidly over the paper with only the quiet ripples of the lake sounding in the background. After a week of infuriatingly polite yet insistent rain, the kind that keeps knocking on the glass despite your refusal to open the window, the sky had opened up yesterday to make way for the entire universe to pour through the crack in the form of cold, angry droplets that later turned into hail, before finally taking its form as dustings of snow. It was in this, that Elias could sense the stark arrival of winter in comparison to its hushed arrival, for it was now clamorous in frigidity and enshrouded them all with a bone-chilling frostiness that the small blue flame licking away inside the jar he tucked under his jumper could only chase away minutely. Today was the first time in weeks the celestial torrents had relieved their upheaval to allow birds to finally chirp, the air fresh and already heavy with unfallen snow, fragrant with the distant musk of dewy pine.

Humming a quiet melody that spilled from his petal lips fluidly, he let his hazel eyes trace the waves of the water, shimmering obsidian with crushed pearls and diamonds of reflections from the pale sun sifting through the brumous clouds, before doing his best to add the delicate details to his sketch. It would no doubt be a fast day, what with the bustling of Hogwarts in its entirety as they prepared for the arrival of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang and the green-haired boy much preferred to seize the serenity at its most while he still could. And with that decision, came the result of him getting part of his robes wet (nothing he couldn’t spell away with a simple charm), as well as the quiet standing up of the hufflepuff boy who tucked away his sketch-book before he set off back to the castle. Perhaps to study in the library, perhaps to nap. The two were rather blurred to him.

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A few hours later, the castle was already beginning to drown in dark blue light as the goddess of the moon roused from her slumber. From where he sat next to the wide windows the library, abandoned parchment and a quill of a similar make in front of him on the desk, he watched in interest from his distance as a dark mass of Hogwarts students, the welcoming party, flock around the edge of the lake he had sat at only hours prior, in hushed awe as the first looming mast of Durmstrang’s ship appeared from the waters, disturbing the previously mirror-smooth surface with almost silken waves of sorts in their quietness. The driftwood ship was certainly a sight to behold with it’s great masts and even greater decks along with hulls, where glimmers of gold and flitting shadows of the silhouettes of the students could be seen from where Elias sat. Impressive, but the boy didn’t deem it significant enough to go outside and freeze his ass off, just like how the gorgeous and baroque carriages of Beauxbatons were definitely fine in make as they too, arrived.

The boy turned and gathered his things together, intent on dropping them off quickly back at the Hufflepuff dormitory before he hurried down for the feast which would be soon to commence. Pushing his chair back in, he left the library, and could only hope the Giant Squid hadn't gotten skewered at all by the bowsprit of the ship. While he did enjoy his calamari, it’d have been rather a shame, and as curious as he was about how magic would taste in a squid that was probably three times his size, he certainly wasn’t in a rush to find out.

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He had taken his spot quietly (not without a tug at his fellow Hufflepuff and best friend, Minnie’s cheeks), sharp eyes darting around to place in interest and vaguely acknowledging the excited chatter of the Hogwarts students as they milled and conversed, eyes lit in anticipation with the same tinkle as the clattering of cutlery from around the Great Hall. Like paper under lamplight, the students were faintly illuminated by the candles suspended in mid-air above them that glowed like a thousand miniature suns in comparison to the blanket of night displayed exquisitely above. The air was charged, tense and full of expectancy like the calm before the storm before susurrations of excitement washed over the students just as the mightily embellished doors burst open and the students, mostly female albeit there were undoubtedly a few male figures among them, entered.

Almost immediately, Elias could pick apart the veelas among them, just like how he was certain more than enough other people could too in the room. Their smiles were like garden of roses divine and ocean waves brilliant, enough to make hearts arbalest to the sky even if the Hufflepuff boy’s was not among them. Had he not known Minnie was whipped for one person and one person only (god, she was probably drooling over Lena right now. Elias never asked to suffer but he always did), he might’ve been worried. The appearance of several butterflies, wings glorious with painted splendour was enough to send a large ripple of various ‘ooh’s and ‘ah’s.

Frankly, he just wanted to have his chicken already.

The mass of tiffany-clad students from Beauxbatons took their seats, not far from Hogwart’s very own cobalt house of Ravenclaw before the murmurs died down again, Durmstrang’s turn next to put on a show, and put on a show they did. The green-haired boy would’ve almost imagined a pompous bugle or trumpet of some sort (saxophone if they wanted to be jazzy, he’d have quite liked to see that) as a procession marched in, smouldering resolve in their eyes that burned like ruin so passionately he could almost taste it. Militant and disciplined, the durmstrang students bore their school’s name pridefully in the squaring of shoulders and coffee-coloured uniforms as starkly as the way their irides glinted of steel and inferno. Edged and sharp, almost an amusing contrast to the gentleness of the previous party.

One of the boys who had been leading the procession suddenly burst into a sprint, running like quicksilver with the same amount of speed, and landed a progression of tumbles and spins with the same dignity, (Maybe enough to draw Minnie’s attention away from pining for Lena but he certainly wouldn’t bet on it.) and he chose not to let his eyes follow the male after he broke away from the rest of his peers to head over to the slytherin table.

It only took a few more moments for the foreign students to be dismissed and food to appear on the long tables, the Great Hall coming alive with giggles, clinks of cutlery and loud streams of conversation the green-haired Hufflepuff paid no mind to as he stood up slightly to lean over and pile some potatoes cheerfully onto his plate. He had far more pressing matters to concern over after all, including but not being limited to if he should try the roast chicken or steak first.

”Here, try some of the salad,” he hummed to his best friend beside him as he picked off the cilantro from the piece of chicken he had taken, sitting back down to dig into the food, ”And do try to stop mooning for just one minute.” he teased, lips quirking up into a teasing smile as his eyes glittered with mirth. He’d never admit it but despite all the playful jabs he made, he was very fond of the Hufflepuff girl, and to see her so smitten was definitely an entertaining experience, but for now he’ll make do with fake gagging and coughing to jest.

[serafim]

ＴＡＥ－ＨＹＵＮ "ＡＵＤＲＥＹ " ＳＩＮ !! ───

❝ i love it when you call me señorita,
ilovemybabiesaudreas i wish i could pretend i didn't need ya ❞ (t. andreas)•(eighteen)•(slytherin)

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audreas!!If Audrey was being honest with himself, he had nearly all but forgotten about the event that had the student body of Hogwarts on edge; the Triwizard tournament where the three predominant──and foolishly prideful in their capabilities──magic schools shared a rivalry against one another in the cold winter air and competed to top one another, but also gave them a chance to intermingle, something he found himself not being so interested in participating in as the days continued to be spent hidden away in the dorm room of a particular cherry maple haired boy. He would have continued to eagerly enjoy the thrilling time spent alone with his lover, the two having fell asleep together and he barely stirred from his sleep on top of the other, black hair a disheveled mess as he lifted his head up to gaze fondly upon the treat of a sight he was gifted──a fit and sculpted chest hidden underneath a white dress shirt rising and falling almost like a rhythm to the silenced breaths and heartbeats that they shared and became one in the silence of the dorm room. But soon they would be pulled from their heaven and intermingled with the rest of the students as they eagerly anticipated and awaited the arrival of their guests that would be staying for the duration of the tournament.
audreas!!He kept his tongue-in-cheek as he kept his fingers interlaced with Andreas's──cherry maple hair and golden suns for eyes a treasure to the smaller man and even more-so someone he was proud and elated to call his boyfriend──as they chattered short lived quips and showed small public displays of affection and made their way to see the grand arrivals of the other schools, his black and green laced robe fluttering in the cold wind once they broke from the warmth of their concrete castle and forcing his way to the front of the opening of the bridge to gaze outside to the waters and the overcast winter sky, each school distinctly rising and falling from each. Audrey always the pondered of 'what if's' if he had joined either of the other schools instead of Hogwarts, years ago nearly on the verge of choosing the Durmstrang institute until last second he decided to travels hundreds upon hundreds of miles to attend Hogwarts; the dark arts always appealed to him and curiosity ate away at him each time they did arrive, itching to ask a thousand questions about it despite being frowned upon by most, so instead the raven haired man kept his mouth zipped and silently sat back instead──watching visitors intermingle with one another until he found a pleasant distraction not too long after. He bit the bottom of his lip as he watched the arrival of baby blue clad students fly in from the sky through a carriage, a few gasps and awes from the crowd behind him but he didn't pay it too much mind, the man never impressed with a rocky ride that would sure to give him some kind of sickness having to endure. No, his attention and short-lived amazement was only caught at the sight of a ship rising from the depths of the sea, a white flag with the crest of a bird painted in black gallantly displaying itself as the vessel croaked and moaned──attention short-lived as he got practically rained on as a result of the ship's emergent from the cold waters, a grumble showing his disdain to getting a bit wet──soon after heaving a heavy sigh and pulling his boyfriend along with them back inside and to the Great Hall.
audreas!!Once within the concrete walls he led himself and his partner to sit down at their designated table for their house; Slytherin. To show some formality and admittedly, some restraint for the sake of their prideful public display to the other schools, he opted to sit beside Andreas for the time being──at least until he was pulled onto his lap not by his own doing. Audrey kept himself tight-knit and close to his small circle, occasionally chatting with a few Slytherin to pass the time while also finding some distraction in the beauty beside him to escape the aching arrival of their guests that lingered too long for his liking and chipped at his already broken patience.
audreas!!As if almost on cue to his patience finally breaking, the Beauxbaton's made their way into the scene in their baby-blue dresses──the few male students that stuck out like a sore thumb instead clad in a blue cape and dress shirt similar to the women and dressed in matching blue slacks instead──and wooed over the vast majority of the hungry male population as a soft display of butterflies and sighs immersed itself in the room. He could have rolled his eyes to the display if he easily wanted to; having seen the same performance every year and yet somehow it still brought on the same attention and wanted excitement from the other students. "I thought this whole thing was a display of pride and power, not a pretty parade," Audrey mumbled under his breath as his brown eyes scoured over the beautiful blue hues that glowed off the butterflies and the acrobatic display in front of the headmaster, once the performance over with the students erupting in cheers──a few wolf whistles echoing in the cold concrete walls and he nearly wanted to smack whoever the owner of such calls were. Apparently they couldn't even show a strangle of restraint for their animalistic ways.
audreas!!The display that he had eagerly been waiting for finally made it's entrance in the sound of echoed militaristic chants and sparks flying against the concrete bricks of the floor, perfected uniform in the Durmstrang students that marched down the aisle, silently whispering to himself as they made their entrance, "Now for the real performance to start." His attention was immediately enraptured by the performance, Audrey's head moving to watch as they sprinted up the aisle and showed off their school's pride in the form of acrobatic flips that were more aggressive than those belonging to the Beauxbaton's, eventually ending the show with a breath of a fire-bird circling the headmaster that even had him hitching his breath to the sight. He almost envisioned himself being clad in the same oak colored uniform and their formal red ones with fur trim, something in his times of frustration he pondered on if he had truly made the right decision when it came to his school. But if he hadn't chosen Hogwarts, then he wouldn't have fallen in love with the Slytherin boy as easily as he did almost a year ago──adventures of sneaking from each other's dorms and sitting underneath the shade of trees in the summertime as they discussed their own personal thoughts and sheepishly, what the future would hold for them.
audreas!!Once the final half of their guests were dismissed and the feast beginning with the uproar of chatter and silverware, Audrey shifted from his seat and instead made his own on the lap of Andreas, tilting his head back plant a kiss to the underside of his jaw as the vast majority of the Durmstrang students came to sit with them at their table, almost pridefully claiming him as if any wandering eyes would be a threat. He immediately slid a plate of salad towards himself, not willing to indulge in the other food quite yet as he picked at the shades of green with his fork and collected a satisfactory amount of them on the silver prongs before popping it in his mouth, trying to keep his chewing silent and he caught a rather silly idea at the sight of whipped cream sitting atop a small dish of ice cream that he admittedly didn't understand the purpose of it as it would melt by the time anyone noticed it. With a pucker of his lips as he indulged in the idea, he reached for it and slid it close, setting his fork down and using his finger to wipe some of the cream off the top, turning around to face Andreas and he smeared it on the bridge and tip of his nose, a chuckle of amusement erupting from the smaller man to the sight before he used a spoon to scoop up a bit of the ice cream itself and offered it to the maple haired boy, "You have to eat something, you know, and I know dessert isn't the greatest idea considering you have me already," a gentle quip that was reflected in the quick quirk of an eyebrow as he continued to hold the spoon of ice cream close to the other's lips, "But let's not waste it now. Say ahh."

•(wc. 1458)

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❝ mask of life, feelin' insane, my swift and sudden fall from grace.
dianaagogetyourmanssunny days seem so far away ❞ (t. junsoo briefly & kodiak)•(seventeen)•(durmstrang)

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sunrise!!!Diana had fiddled around and made his way around the ship as they boarded and begun their long and aching sail towards Hogwarts. If he was being honest with himself he could care less for the rivalry between the schools; the hidden pride beneath each of the school's walls and for what? He couldn't grasp the idea and maybe that was just his refusal to participate in such antics──he always had his mind on other things, anyway, whenever they made their way to the concrete jungle.
sunrise!!!He disregarded the ride for the most part, instead settling in the various──and surprisingly steady──seats and watched the others as they bloomed in vibrant excitement over the tournament, Diana drifting off and focusing on the uniform he wore that he felt almost militarist in. The dusty oak uniform was stiff; a large belt accentuating and settling on his waist that he fiddled with the fit of, a top that glowed with golden buttons trailing from his collarbones up to his neck──every single one of them secured and pressed to give a clean look──matching oak colored trousers tucked neatly into black leather boots. He fit in for the most part in his appearance, the only difference between him and a select few students was that they didn't buzz all their hair off or opted instead for brighter colors in comparison to the dull and muted colors they often presented themselves with. Diana almost instinctively ran a hand back through his hair, sugar-blonde strands weaving through his fingers like tapestry as he eventually dropped it back onto his lap; he couldn't imagine──nor did he necessarily want to──not having his hair tread through his fingers like that. at first when he picked his school it was a decisive and almost honorable moment in his youth to fit in with the others and show his pride──a 'Son of Durmstrang'──and a traditional way of showing his pledge of allegiance to the school during the harsh winter when he fatefully decided. And what a crucial decision that was.
sunrise!!!Some time had passed, the sugar blonde not taking note until he felt the movement of the ship rise from the waters, the wood that their transport was made out of rocking and moaning like voices from the crypt, an unsettling sound but it somehow radiated a sense of power behind it, too──an eerie screech of wind whipping the white fabric of their sails and announcing to the sure spectators outside and the toy soldiers inside that they had arrived──and they were more than willing to participate in their games if it meant to have their school name in lights. Even he couldn't help but feel the burning excitement hidden underneath his chest flourish at the sight of the castle.
sunrise!!!The ship made it's rather rocky──dock, if you want to call it that──at Hogwarts, and they all filed inside towards the welcoming feast in the Great Hall, his eyes trailing every once in a while to his surroundings and taking it in as if the details would disappear all in the blink of an eye, a spark of nervousness beginning to creep in the closer they got to the towering wooden doors. Diana nearly felt himself falter as they stood patiently at the doorway, achingly waiting to show off their school's power to the unsuspecting students hidden behind the wooded panels until he felt a hard slap against his shoulder, blonde hair shifting as he whipped his head around to see who was the source. His features nearly softened to the sight of Jun-Soo──taller than him in stature with honey colored hair, probably one of the few people he could sheepishly admit he could stand at the school──but instead a grimace crossed his features at the mention of how unsettled he was standing and waiting, Diana rolling his eyes playfully as he rubbed his shoulder as the boy continued to speak, about to get a quip of his own in after the banter settled──instead interrupted as the entrance performance for the Beauxbatons began, his attention snapping away from Jun-Soo and instead refocusing to the empty space. Baby blue uniforms flooded the scene of the great halls, 'a pretty color for pretty people' he nearly breathed, instead his words forming into a quiet huff as he tore his gaze away, focusing on the concrete floors beneath his boots as he began to doze in and out of some sort of grey spot of consciousness──out of his own self induced boredom and lack of attention.
sunrise!!!Almost instinctively his head rose and Diana melded himself back into the world as it became their turn to show their prowess, the students of Durmstrang making their grand and militaristic entrance as they marched in-sync with one another──the honey-haired Junsoo taking the lead as he marched close behind him──a cold and solemn expression replacing the one of childlike playfulness from earlier as they stamped their enchanted staffs against the stone floors beneath their feet, sparks flying as a result and beginning a feverish and elegant display of showmanship as they lifted their staffs and twirled them like batons in front of them, nothing but a golden blur of it's form chasing after it until they neatly tucked them under their arms and ran straight to the front of the room towards the Hogwarts headmaster, the motley uniformed crew following close behind. They immediately stopped as they reached their pre-planned definition, the young boy leaping into his position in line as they stood to attention, Jun-Soo giving the performance this time around in a series of acrobatic flips that was sure to catch the attention of lazy eyes that scoured over the room in complacent boredom──then the killer part of it all; a fiery bird alike the one on their crest with overpowering heat emanating off of it flying towards the Headmaster and circling around the front of the room, an impressive display that he even he was no less surprised at seeing each time──although his expression failed to show such excitement and instead stayed cold and firm in it's mask of pride and conformity. As all the members of the school stood in line with one another he couldn't help himself but glance around the crowd at the faces, hoping he could find one to pick out of the crowd to shoot a conversation with. That's when he saw a particular pretty dark-haired man hidden at the Slytherin table, his attention immediately caught as a smirk almost quivered on his lips. But instead he refocused back on the task at hand and waited until they were formally dismissed to pursue and pounce.
sunrise!!!Within a few moments the cue came for them to disperse, the sugar blonde immediately relaxing his shoulders and releasing a heavy sigh, wandering with much of the other Durmstrang students to the Slytherin table and sneaking behind the man, eventually running his hands through their raven colored hair and leaning in to place a tender kiss to their cheek, a pleased hum following soon after, "Hello my darling," his silvery faint Russian accent found it's way into his words and comfortably interlaced themselves within them, the blonde fondly smiling at the man he was always endeared to call his own──Kodiak, or Kodi, as he lovingly called him. Diana slipped himself into the seat beside Kodiak and found his nerves from earlier melt to the proximity he now found himself lavishing in, his hand immediately taking hold of the free one to his side and he squeezed it tightly, "I hope you enjoyed the performance? I'm sorry I couldn't seek you out any earlier, but i'm sure you know the tight rules the institute has on it's students especially when it comes to lavish displays," he used the opportunity to place one more lingering kiss to his cheek and kept his attention locked on him, occasionally his oaken brown eyes scattering around the table and on the food and drinks that presented itself on the table──little to no interest being taken to it as he whispered softly, "I'm just glad I get to see you."

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It would have been a perfectly lovely day.

The morning had done well enough for itself, the air was crisp and temperate outside his father's estate in Buckinghamshire, with an exquisite view of nothing interesting. A lawn──nurtured to a preternatural shade of green through rigorously scheduled watering sessions──and a gravel lined road which sauntered lazily down to a street hidden away by manicured shrubbery. The garden was divided into meticulous sections, roses curbed from their natural form into geometric miracles, baroque intricacies sculpted for the sole purpose of flaunting prestige. Unblemished spheres of morning dew collected in shimmering cliques on their surface, gossiping in semi-circles on jade leaves, crowning their emerald thorns. The world was silent and still, a Monet painting that shifted subtly with the breeze. Which was all very fortunate for the boy loitering on the front steps.

Indeed it was indoors where the weather was grim, a thick silence hanging low among the floorboards with a hundred percent chance of arguments within the hour. The situation was neither unusual nor particularly upsetting for the boy on the porch. Bluntly speaking, he was rather numb to the whole ordeal by this point. It was something of a familial tradition; one of two such celebrations in which both of the boy's parents actually got within spell casting range of each other.

The celebration of the day was not so much a festivity as it was back-to-school, though his parents certainly seemed to regard it with as much significance as Christmas. And veritably today's date marked Minasaki Yuta's final return to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Something which at once sparked a sense of relief and spine-shivering apprehension in the boy. On one hand, it meant a permanent reprieve from the imbecilic endeavors of Hufflepuffs and would spare him the holier-than-thou stunts of stupidity the Gryffindors seemed so fond of pulling. On the other, it meant starting over. Wherever he went next, there would be no delicately crafted infamy surrounding his name. He would have to begin again. The prospect of a new beginning brought with it a parade of doubts, surging to the forefront of his mind one after another at a militaristic march. What if he couldn't do it again? What if he messed up?

But Minasaki Yuta never had been the kind to dwell on genuine sentiment for any extended period of time, and the boy plucked himself off the stoop with an inscrutable expression, though perhaps the aloof mystique of the moment was impeded by the matching kitten-patterned sleepwear. His figure was largely hidden beneath the wide-collared top hanging precariously off of his narrow shoulders, the soft pink hem falling past slender hips where a pair of pale pewter sweatpants was tied off at the waist. Both articles positively overrun with embroidered felines, each going about their dignified business in varied formal attire. The pastel rose fabric of the blouse appeared quite finicky, requiring constant adjustments and gentle reminders to remain centered, actions which the boy performed absentmindedly as he turned on his heel, retreating into his home. It was much easier to focus on his victories.

Yuta had been the target of the frantic fussing and desperate spoiling affection his parents annually showered him with before his journey to Hogwarts. He had a brand new robe, freshly purchased textbooks and potion equipment, and most importantly: a recently assumed position as head boy (something Yu was extremely enthusiastic about beginning). Everything was in line, going perfectly according to plan. The boy might even have been described as giddy if he wasn't working so hard to look intimidating. Boarding the familiar scarlet steam engine, the Slytherin's silhouette brimmed with barely restrained contentment despite stubbornly drawing his mouth into a firm line, his brow set similarly. Despite his efforts, the precisely trimmed cinnamon strands hanging in silken sheets, brushing past Yu's shoulders concealed neither the pleased tick at the corner of his lips, nor the self-satisfaction swimming in his maple syrup eyes. Unchecked authority? Bossing around prefects? Terrorizing the incoming first years with exorbitantly exaggerated tales of the creatures in the Forbidden Forest? Yuta was having himself an exquisite time.

It hadn't ended there, oh no, as B.B. King himself had said: let the good times roll. The headmaster had shuffled to the gilt owl lectern, addressing the crowd with the usual drudging drawl only to announce Hogwarts to be hosting the Triwizard Tournament after years of its suspension. Which was to some a chance to prove themselves as a wizard, but for Yuta translated to something else entirely. Not only was it an opportunity to gloat and hold his position above all the visiting students, but the tournament also brought with it someone to share this new happiness with. Though perhaps 'brought' undersold the situation, given that Yuta's particular someone had ascended from the depths of the Black Lake.

The students of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic had arrived by air. Drawn in an opulent carriage, composed entirely of sapphire paneling and halcyon tracery. Each pane depicting whimsical scenes of the heavens above and lacy garlands, cherubs and florid embellishments. The sumptuous monstrosity was towed through the chilled sky by a team of Abraxan horses, their pelts pearly and blanched against the dark earth as they finally touched down. The scene was pretentious and gauzy but, if nothing else, Yuta would certainly involve the school's decorator when he purchased his own abode. The man wasn't against a little pretension.

But it was truly the sons (and daughter) of Durmstrang Institute that──forgive me──blew things out of the water.

Surfacing from the murky unknowns of the Great Lake, a mast had appeared, a crimson and gold pennant coiling in the autumn wind, a diminutive harbinger of the hulking ship to follow. The galleon rose like a spirit of the dead, skeletal and heavy with menace. Eerie light filtered through the portholes like eyes, unseeing but all-knowing. The only reminder of its corporeality was the spray of water it displaced, the ripples running through inclement waters. The ship was a towering monument to the 16th century, keening and bowing as it glided to shore, the three square-rigged masts unfettering to display the emblematic two-headed eagle.

The water-logged spectacle was──after a moment of deliberative, intense judgment──conceded by the umber-haired boy to be just a little bit badass. It left an absinthial aftertaste on his tongue, observing the ship dock at a dispassionate clip, one of anticipation, pride, and of course the ever-lingering impatience characteristic of the Slytherin. Despite having been watching the arrival with nothing but slack-jawed awe less than a minute ago, Minasaki Yuta was already feeling quite cheated. He (who shall not be named at the present moment) was taking his own sweet time of it, that was certain. Just like he always did. Even with the letters Yuta took the great inconvenience of writing in his very best script, on his favorite parchment, with his most favored quill. The response was on no occasion quite prompt enough, and could rarely even be considered punctual by the most generous of gentlemen wizards (a blatant lie on Yuta's part).

But even the perpetual spurns and clear disregard his deplorable, negligent boyfriend had for him was not enough to damper this day. Fortunately for everyone involved, Yuta was feeling quite forgiving. Especially given that the aforementioned deplorable was now going to be at his side, whether said deplorable liked it or not. There would plenty of time for the Slytherin to express his malcontent in addition to his extensive demands. Knowledge which, oddly enough, offered a strange sense of security to a certain Head boy.

The satisfaction of knowing he would get to chew out a particular Durmstrang student was quite sufficient to get Yuta through the headmaster's pleasantries and introductions to the incoming students. The boy sat unnaturally straight at his table, running an insistent hand through his tawny locks to ensure nothing was astray. His eyes flickering down to his uniform at regular intervals as if to certify that everything was indeed where it should be, nimble fingers toying with the argentate badge at his collar, shifting, smoothing the sterling striped silk of his emerald tie. The man only vaguely dragged his gaze away from himself to the center of the hall upon the entry of the Beauxbatons students, forcefully folding his hands in his lap in an attempt to stop fidgeting.

The entrance performance was tolerable enough, though the general population clearly had other ─far more passionate─ opinions on the subject. Their eyes and profuse praise firmly trained on lithe figures and effusive sighs that Yuta largely ignored, neglecting the frilly Frenchmen for... what appeared to be the door. The paneled wood entrance of the Great Hall to be exact.

What it lacked for in dynamism and general 'alive'ness, the door made up for by being the only obstacle remaining between himself and a particular prisoner of 'Dumb'strang institute. While Yu's intolerance for waiting certainly gnawed at the ever thinning string of his patience, it was earnestness that monopolized his heart.

The Slytherin did his best to disguise the flinch that tugged at his body with the synchronized opening of the doubled doors of the great hall, muscles tense with anticipation as it swung on auric hinges to reveal a strictly maintained formation. Recognition was instantaneous, as natural as daylight, as the breeze at the seaside, but the procession was everything but natural. Expressions forced into frigid duplicates of each other, each step, each impact of their staff timed and calculated in flawless coordination. Sparks skidded along the stone tiling with each strike of their staves, fizzling away beneath the coarse tempo of their rhythmic march. Yuta's attention seldom strayed from the lead of the sequence, a range of vision He just so happened to occupy the center of, clearly having made something of a name for himself at his respective academy for him to be head of the cortège. As was to be expected. It wasn't just anyone that had the great privilege of dating Minasaki Yuta, Head boy of Hogwarts and general dreamboat. He had standards, and they were lofty. A subtle simper played at Yu's lips, comfortable satisfaction mingling within chocolate eyes as he settled into the steady cadence the Durmstrang students provided. His posture relaxed into something more leisurely, chin propped up on the heel of his palm as he waited for the masculine display to subside.

It really had all the makings of the best day of the year, you see.
A calendar date filled with newly acquired power, abuse of said power, and a reunion.

If only he hadn't started to breathe fire.
If only that tiny blonde traitor hadn't burst forward──looking all manly and handsome or whatever──and suddenly became a gymnast.
Who did that? Who did he think he was?

The reliable pulse of the march atrophied beneath an acute avalanche of motion, Yu's own pulse seeming to follow in pace as he──that awful blonde delinquent that seems to keep coming up──sprinted forward ahead of the others, abruptly arching into a series of aerial stunts. He maintained forward motion through the aisle, his honeyed fringe sweeping back from his brow as he flaunted feline agility and avicular antics, his form keen and unrelenting as he completed the set, dropping to a kneel on the masonry. Evidently quite intent on sending Yuta's day into a maelstrom, the Durmstrang student raised a wand to his mouth, loosing an insolent chuckle, dripping with quicksilver presumption and molten audacity, before pursing his stupid rose petal lips and breathing fire.

Wide, bewildered eyes followed the flames into nothingness, the image of the two-headed eagle burned into the Slytherin's retinae as it writhed around a familiar figure, their blonde hair illuminated, olive skin reflecting the warm glow of scarlet embers. His eyes blistered with heat and effervescent gold, enkindled with the scorching radiance of the spell. He was ethereal and fatally enticing, a searing mirage in a sweltering storm of flame. And just as abruptly as it began, the wand fell away from his lips with an easy confidence, a smug smile tugging at his cheeks as he languidly joined his other classmates in position, the lot of them receiving swelling crests of boisterous, crashing applause. Applause which Yuta was too stunned to join initially──shoulders tense, spine stiffly upright, hands pressing down into a lap of rigidly crossed legs──because who in Merlin's good name had not only allowed, but taught that insufferable adonis how to do that. That hazardous, repugnant, unreasonably ──and unjustly──attractive display that entirely demolished his perfect day. Yuta hoped the jerk was satisfied with himself.

The Slytherin's gaze shifted warily towards the line of Durmstrang students, eyes narrowing petulantly as he found the blonde's eyes focused on him. Song Junsoo, tongue flicking over his pouty bottom lip as he mouthed something discreet in Yu's direction.

Right. So Jun was going to play it like that. The aptly-dubbed Snake Prince hadn't the slightest notion what message the Dane was attempting to convey in the moment──though he had realistic suspicions in addition to his own hopes. What he did know was that the enticing habits of his childhood friend were utterly infuriating. On this point he was quite certain. But irritating or not, Yuta felt distinctly unbalanced by them, offering a soft, transient smile in return. The special acknowledgement Jun had offered sparked a skittish lovesickness within the Slytherin's rib cage, as well as a sinking feeling in his stomach. What Junsoo had started was indeed a battle, but it was the kind he tended to win. Yuta's least favorite kind.

Yu tried not to pay too much attention as the students from the North were dismissed, abruptly tugging his field of vision to the table before him. Sure, they were already in a relationship, but that certainly never stopped him from being difficult. Pointedly ignoring the approach of his boyfriend, he attempted to appear engaged in another classmate's conversation as the visitors clambered towards the Slytherin tables, settling in among them. One in particular took a very affectionate approach of the fellow seventh year, Kodiak, carding through his onyx hair and pressing soft kisses along his cheekbone.

So of course it was then that Yuta's own beloved soulmate decided to wage war on his head.

Evidently having opted for an ambush from behind, the Slytherin startled abruptly as the soft pressure of his date's fingertips sifted through his hair without warning, punctuated intermittently by brief tugs that left the snake boy hissing despite their entirely painless nature. The idiot was systematically disheveling his hair. An undertaking Jun had grown quite efficient at from his many years of bullying Yuta during their childhood (another case of melodramatic aggrandizement on Minasaki's part).

As much as he wanted to be angry──to slap away the hand threading through his hair and demand expedited responses to his letters, to interrogate the blonde on exactly when he was planning on sharing his acrobatic abilities with him, and possibly complain just to round things off── the Slytherin could only muster a gentle swat at his counterpart's chest, a brief brush of skin barely enough to register through the Durmstrang's thick, oaken uniform as the snake grumbled something resembling a "You again". Despite the empty threats lingering in his narrowed gaze, the man sat in recalcitrant compliance, chin raised devotedly to meet Jun's eyes as the boy spoke, his digits still weaving through Yu's long chestnut tresses and tugging for attention periodically.

What slipped past the Durmstrang boy's lips was in stark contrast to the saccharine phrases being exchanged by other couples at the Slytherin table── Jun fully intended to provoke and tease, his expression nothing short of smug as he poked fun at his partner. And Yuta, in his own right, was suddenly significantly less docile and very much suppressing the urge to either kiss or──perhaps more school-appropriately──smack the look right off his dumb face. Truly a match made in heaven.

"Well," the Brit coughed awkwardly, drawing out the word for all its substance as he desperately soldiered his mind as far away from memories of Jun's performance as possible."If... you're interested in occupying my tongue, I'm afraid you'll have to be a bit more hands-on," Yuta managed after a moment, the soft, ticklish reminder of the Dane's fingertips in his hair anything but helpful during this juncture──one where he was already struggling to be sharp and contrary. "I'm notoriously hard to shut up, you know," the Slytherin informed with pseudo-innocence, nodding demurely up at his boyfriend with wide eyes and a lip tucked behind his teeth. Of course, the response he hassled to execute was another flagrant lie. Junsoo had done more than catch the Slytherin's tongue since his arrival, Jun had his full and entirely undivided attention.

Attention that the Brit immediately leveled upon the Durmstrang boy as he dared to request a VIP seat at his table, eyes all too confident that he would get his way. This, was the kind of game Yuta loved. Oh certainly, he would give Junsoo his seat, just not before he finished being remarkably obnoxious about it.

"A shocking breach of decorum, really," Yuta was all too giddy to educate him, tutting his tongue gently at the ignorant behavior of his cute, but dreadfully uncouth boyfriend. But fortunately for the poor blonde, Yuta, in his infinitely softhearted and generous nature, decided to take his appeal into consideration.

The Slytherin appraised his date carefully, Yu's scrutinizing glare softened by the messy array of hickory fringe falling into his eyes from Junsoo's oh-so-careful styling. He assessed the boy meticulously, hand brushing across the fur stitched on his shoulder as if the quality of pelt would somehow affect his standing in their relationship. "Only because you said please," he sniffed haughtily, silently relieved to have a reason to give in and finally be close with the boy.

Sliding over on the polished hardwood bench, the boy drummed his fingers lightly on the surface as an invitation. Being difficult was a labor of love, but labor just the same, and Minasaki Yuta was more than content to concede a bit of control for the comfort of Jun at his side.

"But just so you know, that's not the VIP seat,"

[Kim Jongdae]

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❝ ｔｈｉｓ ｏｕｒ ｉｎｔｒｏ, ｔｕｒｎ ｕｐ ｗｉｔｈ ｏｕｒ ｉｎｔｒｏ !! ❞
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tagged, Yuta, durmstrang boys (mentioned) |etc, idk grammar, im sorry adfsgdh, 1,402 words

Song Jun-Soo has never been more smug in his life than he was in this moment. Oh no, not when he'd been welcomed into a rivaling school with howls of praise from all around the tables like this, as soon as he'd finished his own performance. Oh no, not when the honey haired had done so well even his partner couldn't help but gape at him in awe. Oh, sure, having not one, but perhaps two, schools cheering him on for such an easy display of strength and power was an enlightening experience all on its own. But really, the crowned jewel of it all really had to be the look on Yuta's face for the duration of their loud performance. Not to exaggerate, but the thought of impressing the one and only deadly snake of Hogwarts inevitably had Jun-Soo hiding his ever so lopsided smirk all to himself. Actually- if not for the years of experience now with the Durmstrang Institute, the boy was sure he would've broken out into the widest said aforementioned smirk; filled to the brim with smugness and showing clear appreciation for the more than warm welcome. The bittiest first, second, or even third, year Jun-Soo most definitely would have. However, after long seasons of conditioning and drilling for only the most stoic of expressiveness, the Korean boy had remained relatively impassive.

Though it really didn't help that fast forwarded just a lil' bit, and Yuta was returning a little smile in his direction- in reply. How the Head Boy of Hogwarts (and a Slytherin, no less) had decided to send him the most fleeting, yet blinding smile. All for him. Just for the Durmstrang boy to enjoy. To himself. Alone. It did nothing but feed his ego, really. The ego that was already higher than cloud nine, with the way the events had been unfolding for the duration of his short time here at the rivaling school, thus far. Really, this had to be the finishing touches to his feeling of grandeur.

And it only set the stage for what was to unfold subsequently. Even as his own fellow peers had headed towards the same table as he was heading towards (it made sense- the Durmstrang boys have always gravitated naturally towards the Slytherins, who held similar views as themselves), their respectful greetings had been oh so very different. With one boy in particular deciding to greet his own boy... friend? rather adoringly, if nothing else. As opposed to Jun-Soo, of course, who had decided in a greeting that was a little more... Jun.

In fact, the Durmstrang boy reveled in the way his oh so darling lover had jumped ever so minutely, instead. The way the young adult had hissed in a very snake-like fashion (if you'd asked Jun-Soo) at every little tug to his hair. Even as Yuta reaches out to smack him ever so delicately, hisses a "You again" at him in faux malice, the only response (unfortuantely) the boy receives was nothing more than a deep chuckle bubbling from within the Durmstrang boy's chest. "Me again." The honey haired confirms with a slight nod, eyes unabashedly meeting his boyfriend's as soon as the perched male tilts upwards. "Miss me? It sure sounded like it through all those sweet words sent to me not long ago, darling." Though his words were borderline mocking, intent on their "silent" little game, the Korean's eyes were bright with admiration for the boy in front of him. They briefly broke contact to wander Yuta's features, as if studying them for any changes, before wandering back to meet the Slytherin's gaze once more. Alluring, perfect, handsome; nothing's changed. Other than growing into his features a little more, maybe.

Again, Jun-Soo couldn't help but laugh a little at the sight of his long haired lover attempting desperately to sound mightier than he actually was. The boy plays along. Patiently, he waits for the Slytherin boy to finish his thoughts before it was Jun-Soo's turn to mockingly contemplate those words. The honey haired boy pretends to think long and hard, as Yuta sends him a picture of innocence- one that definitely did not suit the image of his best friend. His fingers continue their task of threading through his partner's hair, though now it was smoothing out the tousled strands, more than anything else. They moved on their own, as if subconsciously both apologizing and soothing the poor mess that currently sat on his boyfriend's head. They don't do all the work, however- more than willing to leave Yuta's hair ten times messier than it was at the start of the day.

"Hm... if you put it that way..." Jun-Soo continues to mock contemplate his actions, for suspense more than anything else. A part of him wanted the head boy to anticipate his words and actions for that moment. Jun-Soo takes his sweet time in leaning in until he's just inches away from his boyfriend, any and all personal space suddenly gone with the proximity of their faces. The hand in Yuta's hair suddenly stops and detangles itself from silky strands; they move downwards to cup at the back of Yuta's neck instead, as his other hand comes up to his lover's chin. An index finger keeps Yuta's head tilted in the same position it has been in and lips brush ever so softly against the snake's soft ones. It's a barely there brush, just the ever so light feathery touches as Jun-Soo speaks again. His voice is only slightly deeper now, hushed, and breath fanning against Yuta's face in wisps of heated air. "You know, if you wanted something from me, all you needed to do was ask," the Korean purposefully brushes their lips together once more, "but I suppose your assent is all I need- and yes, I've heard. The infamous Minasaki Yuta? Shutting up? Unheard of, right?"

And then finally, finally, does Jun-Soo press his lips firmly against his lover's, eyes fluttering shut (by habit? perhaps) and emotions he hadn't meant to show pouring out along with his display in affection. He missed this, missed spending countless days hanging out with Yuta in his home back in Denmark. (And no, the letters did nothing to emulate what he was missing out on- not that he didn't enjoy the contact, of course. It just could never be a match for the real time together.) He loved him; yes, he loved his boy despite his lack of experience in love with others. Other experiences, maybe. But not a feeling of adoration like this one. There would never be another alike his best friend, lover, and confidant, Minasaki Yuta; Jun-Soo knew this and he hoped the other knew as well. Though he didn't choose to, the Durmstrang boy still allows the snake prince the privilege of knowing, through their connection.

As soon as Jun-Soo pulls away, letting go in the process, the boy straightens back up with a victorious grin now fully settling onto his lips. Again, he fully allows his boy to banter as they always do, eyebrow raised in apprehension at Yuta's snobbish attitude. It does nothing to intimidate the honey haired Korean and he merely straightens up at Yuta's bold words. "Really?" He mocks, "If anything, after that entrance, I'd say I must be quite a positive addition to your table, don't you think?"

He laughs quietly when the Slytherin scrutinizes his appearance, running is delicate fingers against the fur on Jun-Soo's uniform in the process, but he does nothing to stop the long haired male. Instead, Jun-Soo slides into the space made for him quietly, throwing one leg over the bench first, and then the next, before settling into his seat. He sits quite snug against Yuta, keeping some points of contact whenever possible, though whether or not he meant to do so was uncertain. The Durmstrang student briefly wonders if he should let his Slytherin counterpart off with the comments- it was a struggle of who had power over who after all. Nah.

"You mean... you're not in the VIP seat, right? Well, your throne has officially arrived, if that was what you wanted." Jun-Soo pats his lap lightly with implication. And as if he were asking to be shoved off in just a few moments, the boy had the courage to tag on a greasy wink, right at the very end. Ah, Poor Yuta.