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@－ ❛ ɢ ❜：joseph myeong yi。⁰¹ The way the male suddenly rises to his feet, anger clear across his countenance, should have made the demoiselle gloat: she had won, she had bested Joseph Myeong enough to make him quit in his rage. But something about their conversation leaves Jazzy with an impeding bitterness, ever biting as she looks back to her scrapbook on the table, making any attempt to look busy as he stands and begins to storm away. It’s only when he spits his final words, that she swipes her head around to look at him, eyebrows furrowed in disgust. Her hands work quickly in their anger across the page, finally spitting out a response when the portrait closes behind him.

When he leaves, a disgruntled scoff leaves her audibly. “As if I’d ever want to be anything equivalent to that lovesick, face- badger. ing disgusting.”

Oh, Merlin. She looks down at her work. She’s ruined it.

The common room is only quiet for a few minutes following his departure, though he makes his ever unwelcome return soon. And this time, he’s not alone. For ’s sake, she wants to curse.

“Oh, Jo, you’re hurting me!” She could gag.

Fine. She slams her book shut and rises to her feet angrily as the sounds of Holly’s not-so-conspicuous whines begin to course beyond Joseph’s door. With quick and angered steps, Jazzy disappears into her dorm. He’s won this one, but it won’t be the last round.

— fin.

@－ ❛ ɢ ❜：jasmine yim。⁰¹ "You know what, maybe I will." he gets up, seething in anger. He didn't want to hate someone he spent the best years of his childhood with but god was she making it so hard for him not to do so. He steps away from the couch to storm his way out of the dorm but turns on his heel to give her a final leer. "I think I know why you hate her so much. You want to be her so bad, innit?" His cruel, mocking gaze linger on her face for a few moments, watching his words sink in. Then he leaves the common room, slamming the portrait close, much to the annoyance of a very disgruntled fat lady.

He returns not long after, dragging along a very triumphant Holly Barousse in tow, who threw Jazzy the biggest -eating grin when she spots the gryffindor keeper in the room. All too willing to allow Joseph to roughly pull her to his dorm room, despite her small whines of "Oh, Jo you're hurting me". The bang of his door when he hurls it shut echoes in the almost empty common room as if announcing the end of their argument. If she hated hearing him, well then he's going to make it his mission to let her hear him all night.

@－ ❛ ɢ ❜：joseph myeong yi。⁰¹ Her eyes darken when his next words leave him, immediately cursing her to hell. The way he spits out her birth name, the name she had given up when she was eleven, funnels a drop of poison into her veins and fills her with an ever-growing rage, though she refuses to show it on her face. The only microexpression to cross her visage is a purse of her lips. "Bloody hell," is what she says. Of course, he's heard by now of the rumors that she and a particular Hogwarts student had been involved over the summer, but of course, classic Jazzy could never keep a man. The way he digs into her insecurities makes her blood boil. "I didn't come out here to get a lecture. Put your tongue to better use and go stick it down your girlfriend's throat."

Yes, it was /definitely/ because of Holly that she could not stand him. He had been fine in their earlier years at Hogwarts, but one day, something changed. He had gone from absolutely swearing to never ever date Holly Barousse, to suddenly being in love with her. And to absolutely bust his sweat-doused over a comment like that, Jazzy remembers why she detests love, and Joseph Myeong Yi, so much. "Your girlfriend's a ing wanker, and you are too. God, why did you even come back? I would have /loved/ to go the rest of my life without having to hear you up to her ever again."

@－ ❛ ɢ ❜：jasmine yim。⁰¹ tw: cursing i’m so sorry he has a potty mouth

His face darkened when she mentioned his girlfriend. That did it, she had hit a nerve and if she was going to do this, he wasn’t going to play nice now. “ you, Jasmine Yim. Don’t bring Holly into this.” he growled. “Maybe if you weren’t such a , loverboy would have wanted to spend time with you.”

Admittedly, he regretted it the moment those words left his mouth but what’s said has been said and he wasn’t going to take that back. They used to be friendly with each other, as friendly as rivals got, their common friendship in Sage had also kept things relatively peaceful for a while. But once he started dating Holly, things changed. The girls didn’t approve of his choice in a girlfriend and it didn’t help that Holly wasn’t too keen on being friends with his female friends. For the longest time he tried to bring his love and his friends into the same social circles but Sage had made it very clear she was no fan of Holly but she wasn’t going to let that change her friendship with Myeong. The same couldn’t be said about Jazzy on the other hand. “What’s your ing problem anyway, why do you always have some stick up your about my girlfriend, .”

@－ ❛ ɢ ❜：sapphire elysia young。⁰¹ @－ ❛ ɢ ❜：kaladin ravenwood。⁰⁵ There was something about the girl's face and eyes that struck her like lightning, shocking her so much that she was unable to move, her feet completely glued to the floor. ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ? a quiet voice in her mind wondered. It was eerie, how familiar she looked, however Emerald could not put her finger on it. The girl was beautiful, just like her hair was beautiful; so bright and blonde it was almost silver—like hers. She had never seen anyone with hair like hers. And it wasn't dyed either; there was something about the way it looked that told her it wasn't. But she could have been wrong. "Who is that?" Emerald asked quietly, breaking out of her thoughts when the girl looked away. She shook her head. "Nevermind. It's not important. Let's go to your room."

@－ ❛ s ❜：emerald de lisle。⁰⁵ @－ ❛ ɢ ❜：sapphire elysia young。⁰¹ "Too crowded indeed", Kaladin muttered, his eyes still flickering across the common room as if that would help him find a comfortable spot that /wasn't/ as crowded. Which was futile, of course and, well, the Gryffindor srundets weren't exactly known for being the most quiet bunch in the world. "We can just-", he started, only to notice the slightly off look on Emerald's face, his brows shooting upwards as he turned to look at who she was looking at like this, eyes flickering back and forth between the first year and his girlfriend. "Everything alright?", he asked then, still glancing in the direction of the other girl by the fireplace, lips pressing together with visibly concern written all over his features. "Should we go to my room or...?"

@－ ❛ ɢ ❜：joseph myeong yi。⁰¹ Perhaps it had all started when /she/ came into the picture: Holly Barousse. In their sixth year, Joseph had gone from being a competitive rival to being absolutely, abhorrently lovesick fool, and it was gross. When they started dating, they were always making out up and down the castle halls. It was absolutely disgusting. That, and he started becoming even more frustrating with his jests and insults. As did Jazzy, who had finally accepted that she and Joseph Myeong Yi would /never/ be friends. "Please. As if you'd even come close to besting me in potions."

A scoff leaves her lips. "I have, actually." Quidditch was one of the few things she was actually good at, and she refused to let him have that over her. "I'm actually pretty sure I heard they've been looking to replace a beater. Probably with someone who can actually hit their targets. Maybe once you're off the team you can spend more time kissing that girlfriend of yours."

@－ ❛ s ❜：emerald de lisle。⁰⁵ @－ ❛ ɢ ❜：kaladin ravenwood。⁰⁵ Movement by the entrance to the Tower drew Elysia's attention away from her conversation to the couple that had just entered the common room. She recognized Gryffindor's fifth-year prefect but didn't recognize the Slytherin by his side. Professor Mcgonagall had just announced more lenient house policies as such it shouldn't be odd to see a variety of students from different houses come and go. Regardless Elysia was still surprised to see a Slytherin in the Gryffindor tower given their houses' infamous rivalry. The girl was strikingly pretty albeit, a little intimidating, her dark eyes seemed to pierce through Elysia's soul, the odd expression on her face didn't help. The first year was little confused, and, if she was being honest, a little intimidated but she offered her a welcoming smile and a nod before turning back to her friends.

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@－ ❛ ɢ ❜：sapphire elysia young。⁰¹ @－ ❛ ɢ ❜：kaladin ravenwood。⁰⁵ It felt odd going to the Gryffindor tower. Up until this year, it had always been Kaladin that visited her in her private room in the Slytherin dungeons. She remembered that she had given him that week's password whenever she was too lazy to come fetch him outside the stone walls, or even walking alongside him while he hid himself with a cloaking spell. But there they were, walking together out in the open, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. She had McGonagall to thank, of course, for deciding to be so lenient about house policies this year, but still, it was strange. The Gryffindor common room was quite different from the dark Slytherin dungeon, but it was a kind different that was refreshing. The Slytherin dungeon tended to get a little stuffy with how dark it was, while her boyfriend's lounge area was filled with light with all of the windows. Needless to say, she was jealous.

"Too crowded," she told Kaladin, though she still took some time to look around. Her dark eyes flickered to every face, finding that not only was the place brighter, but the people, too. Slytherin sometimes felt gloomy. She wondered if she recognized anyone, looking around. There were some from her classes, but no one in particular caught her attention. That was, until her eyes landed on a face she hadn't seen before, but somehow, in some way, looked oddly familiar.

@－ ❛ ɢ ❜：jasmine yim。⁰¹ He can’t quite pinpoint when their bitter rivalry had began but the two of them had always competed in everything since the day they met. It had started out as harmless competition, but their relationship soured the end of their finals years at Hogwarts, before entering university. However, he bore no malice towards the Gryffindor chaser even if he found joy in seeing her frown. “I am excited to see you in second place behind me. Aren’t you?” he gives her a smile so demure, it was mocking her. “Have you been practicing quidditch? Weak links aren’t going to stay on the team for long.” that was a lie. He knew better than anyone that Jazzy was far from a poor quidditch player but he just /needed/ to top her in everything, even if they were teammates.

@－ ❛ s ❜：emerald de lisle。⁰⁵ @－ ❛ ɢ ❜：sapphire elysia young。⁰¹ "Don't look at me like that", Kaladin clicked his tongue in jest when the Fat Lady gave him the side-eye before swinging open, revealing the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. "I have no idea why she's doing that, I swear", he said with a glance in Emerald's direction, tugging her gently through the door, their fingers laced together comfortably. The common room wasn't too crowded but even if it were, Kaladin doubted people would really pay a lot of attention to the lone Slytherin by his side. Now that McGonagall had allowed them to bring members of other houses into their common rooms - and in Kaladin's case his own private room - it was a lot more normal to see their house colors mixing together even in their own houses. "Do you want to hang out down here for a bit, or should we go upstairs to take a nap? Oh, damn." He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw that the couches by the fireplace were occupied, a small pout taking its place on his lips. "Fireplace is taken, it seems."

@－ ❛ s ❜：emerald de lisle。⁰⁵ @－ ❛ ɢ ❜：kaladin ravenwood。⁰⁵ All her life Elysia had never felt like she belonged. She was always too tall, too blonde, and when her magic began to show a couple months prior to her 11th birthday, too odd. It wasn't until she finally arrived to Hogwarts eight years ago that she felt, at home, sure, her bright blonde locks still earned some odd glances here and there. But here, it felt as if her oddities were embraced. This would explain why, despite her plain displeasure for school, she had chosen to return for yet another 7 years.

The first year joined her friends by the fireplace after her final class of the day, she still wore her gryffindor robes, the red and gold tie hung loosely around her neck, her unnaturally bright blonde locks cascaded down her back curling softly at the ends. They conversed excitedly about their first week back, discussing who'd been in their classes, new faces, old faces, homework that seemed to pile on already.

** don't Call me mate

@－ ❛ ɢ ❜：joseph myeong yi。⁰¹ Jazzy's mother has once described her mind as messy—thoughts all over the place, no precise plan of where she wanted to go or how she'd get there. Scrapbooking helps her to calm that mess, while also reclaiming it at the same time. It's a past-time that she enjoys, strangely despite the fact that it doesn't involve rebelling or inciting chaos. She's putting together pieces onto paper when a familiar voice is heard: “I love you too, baby, call me before you go to bed?” A frown instantly tears down her peaceful expression. There's another messy thing, besides her mind: her relationship with Joseph Myeong Yi. They had gotten along fine, to be honest, until their final years in Hogwarts when he grew up and started being a pain in Jazzy's .

A tight purse of Jazzy's lips is seen before she responds, "Don't sound too excited, Yi. I know you live to one-up me in potions." Don't me mate, she wants to say. I'm not your mate.

@－ ❛ ɢ ❜：jasmine yim。⁰¹ “I love you too, baby, call me before you go to bed?” with that deep, raspy baritone of his, he whispers into his muggle talking device, a brow raised when he sees who else has decided to come out to the common room tonight. “I still have enough chocolates, thank you baby they’re delicious.” Myeong plops down unceremoniously next to his fellow first year, a wide smirk on his face, taking up more of the couch than it was really necessary. “Can’t wait to have you in my arms again, babe, I love you so much.” he coos, rather uncharacteristically of the Myeong his close friends knew. Finally ending the call, he turns to face Jazzy, wiggling his brows at her, relishing in the fact that his presence was an unwelcome one. “Looks like it’s another seven years with me, mate.”

@－ ❛ ɢ ❜：joseph myeong yi。⁰¹ God, school is a drag.

It's only the first day back and she's already exhausted her energy in walking up to Gryffindor tower. Now that she's all unpacked, her clothes stuffed messily into their drawers and her forbidden skateboard hidden under bed, there's time to enjoy being back in the castle before professors bury her in schoolwork. Scrapbook in hand, she walks out into the Gryffindor common room and takes a seat on the couch, laying out her scrapbook. For now, she's alone—just as she likes it.