⋄ hagrid’s hut

@－ ❛ s ❜：liandro kang。⁰⁵ Freya pulled her phone out to check the time on it, making sure she was early, if not, on time for her meeting with her assignment partner. She was exactly two minutes ahead of schedule, allowing her to breathe a gentle sigh of relief. While scanning around the hut for any signs of her partner, she spotted a free crate allowing her to plop her tote bag on top of it as she waited. As she began unpacking materials she would need for this group work, she couldn't help but mentally prepare herself for the socializing she will be needing to do. This is her second time working with Liandro Kang on an assignment. Her experience with him was quiet (literally the majority of their work sessions were quiet, and all you could hear was the scribbling of their pens and the ruffling of papers). Admittedly, Freya was no social butterfly herself. She would never prefer chatting up a storm with people over cozying up in her bed or library with a good book, but Freya knew their first time working together was painfully awkward. She knew this time it had to be different, aside from the nature of their assignment requiring more than just reporting their collective answers on paper, consistent communication was necessary. Freya pulled her phone out from her pocket once more to check her socials as she waited.

@－ ❛ ɢ ❜：larissa ribeiro。⁰⁵ [ my greatest apologies for taking THIS long reply to you ;; definitely haven't been in the greatest of writing moods until recently! ]

She watched as the Hippogriff enjoyed the company and care of Larissa, making mental notes of any notes that may need jotting down later. "Which part of the charm do you find hardest for you?" she attempted to keep the conversation going. As someone who lacked in the socializing department, Freya knew the dread of a dying and short conversation all too well. She followed the other's gaze towards her papers on top of the crate, sprawled out in an organized mess. "Ahh... some notes from today's lectures, some from writings I've been reading in my spare time. I like to make notes on whatever it is I'm reading."

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@－ ❛ ʜ ❜：cassian faye。⁰⁴ ‘tis the season for snot and snow. but mostly snot – and sneeze. mal woke up with a stuffy nose – one of the first few things on his list of ‘most hated things in life’. he thought he left the window open the previous night, that happened sometimes. and when mint was too tired to double-check, he would just leave it open all night. mal was lucky to have mint, the human heater, sleep next to him – but even so, having the window open all night was not ideal. he was surprised the window was closed – but when he looked through it, he saw it. that white pest. mal slid down dramatically with an ‘oh why’, not one of his proudest moments. he then spent the next few minutes pouting and whining about not wanting to wear all those layers that ruin his pretty clothes. he then decided to text his boyfriends and complain about snow – even if he knew, henri will absolutely try to change his mind. his mind was quite conflicted, because he did have some wonderful moments in the snow last year. however, not nearly enough to make him not react like a meteorite has just hit hogwarts. he decided to call cassian, because he missed him dearly but also because he knew cassian shared his opinion about the cold. however if anything could set him in the proper mood for that much snow, it would be a cute date. he clicked dial and waited for cassian to pick up. and once he did, he did not even wait to say “oh why is life so miserable and cold and ew.”

@－ ❛ ʀ ❜：freya moon。⁰⁵ “Lucky you, it might take me more than a few practices to actually get it.” Larissa hung her head in defeat; her lousy luck with incantations has made passing defense against dark arts already tricky. Now that herbology is integrating charms, she was just bracing herself for the worst at this point. “That is not exciting for sure, but nice to hear your day’s been good!” She put a thumb up on one hand and the other hand carefully brushed through the hippogriff’s fur while scanning for anything different such as bruises that might have appeared overnight. “What are you reading for anyways? Test or something?” Curiously, she motions her head to the papers Freya just settled on a crate.

@－ ❛ ɢ ❜：larissa ribeiro。⁰⁵ She nodded as she listened to Larissa recounting her day, "Charms in Herbology... oh yes! Took me a few practices to get the hang of it too." Freya let out a soft chuckle as another response to the other's reaction before collecting her notes neatly, stacking them on the wooden crate. She approached the fence which separated her from Larissa and the Hippogriff, though she would join in on the combing activity, she felt just one student in the Hippogriff area would be enough for now. "Today went well, though I'm not sure if you would consider it exciting. The usual reading and working through my assignments."

@－ ❛ ʀ ❜：freya moon。⁰⁵ [ no worries, take as much time as you need! ]

“Ola, Freya!” Larissa waved her arm to the girl who was reading some papers, whatever tedious content was in it. Freya was a familiar face she had seen around Hagrid’s Hut, just in her corner being studious and participating in the routinely magical creature care as well. “I’ve been doing well, thank you. We did practice a charm for herbology today and it went horrible! Well, for me at least.” She groaned in response as she carefully approached the hippogriff with a bow, and a brush for grooming on her hand. As the creature noticed and bowed right back at her, Larissa walked over and started to comb through its soft fur. “How about you? Some exciting stuff happening around recently?”

@－ ❛ ɢ ❜：larissa ribeiro。⁰⁵ [ so sorry for the delay as well ;; got caught up with some stuff ]

"Over there is fine" Freya responded to her classmates' question, pointing to the pile of branches and sticks for the Hippogriff before turning back to her notes. When she wasn't holed up in the library to dive into her next literary pursuit, she was here observing and caring for the magical creatures. In the midst of reviewing and editing her notes, Freya recognized a familiar voice, prompting her to look up to greet the other in return. "Hi Larissa, how have you been? How have your classes been so far?" she smiled gently at the other.

@－ ❛ ʜ ❜：jasper undergrove。⁰¹ Catching the brief frown he flashes, it has an end of her tiers quirking up into a slight smile, as if amused, though just like his, it's momentary, for when he urges his camera towards her, she makes no sudden movement to grasp onto it. Her father, harboring a rather rich taste for magical art, would never stand for muggle aesthetics, and though she didn't give much of a damn, it did somewhat sway her opinion. But, apparently, it seemed like the only way to rid of the Hufflepuff. Aimlessly, she clicks through the gallery of his recently taken photos, the only reaction being the raised eyebrow she offers him—and perhaps it was out of acknowledgement of his gift. "Cool," she mutters. "You wouldn't think I was crushing ants in these photos. Anyway, is that it—" Now, her brow furrows in the realization she doesn't know his name, but as she says this, she wishes to take it back because now, he'd probably tell her.

@－ ❛ s ❜：sage valentine。⁰¹ The sigh in the girl's voice makes Jasper frown for a moment, and shake his head. "No, no, you'll really like them, promise." Immediately, he takes the muggle camera contraption off, its band that had kept it hanging securely about his neck now gone. With a click of a few buttons, he slowly and cautiously pushes his camera in the direction of the Slytherin. On the screen, which she could click through if she desired, was her in her beautiful, candid existence.

@－ ❛ ʀ ❜：freya moon。⁰⁵ (apologies if this was a bit delayed!)

As soon as her last class was dismissed, Larissa made haste in, snatching her backpack, and bolted out of the door as she couldn’t contain her excitement as today was her assigned animal caretaking day. Even though she was always there every week, there was always something new to learn about these extraordinary creatures. It was quite a long walk from the campus to Hagrid’s Hut, but the cool weather and fresh air made the walk bearable and lovely. As she approached the area, she could see some commotion; some students were already starting on their creature’s routine. Dropping her bag right on a table, Larissa hopped over to the hippogriff by the corner and greeted the students nearby.

@－ ❛ ʜ ❜：jasper undergrove。⁰¹ She stands from her spot with her school books in hand, having half the mind to completely ignore the yellow robed creep, especially as he jogs over to her with such . . . excitement about muggle photos. But, , Myeong was already on his way. "No," she sounds out a sigh, attempting to refrain her eyes from rolling. Regardless of any answer she offers, she could already tell he wasn't going to stay put, so she remains still, face neutral. "And I don't really care to see some."

@－ ❛ s ❜：sage valentine。⁰¹ He's not at all put off or even made embarrassed by the Slytherin spitfire's snarky words, only giving a small charming smile and rubbing his nape. He's been doing photography for many years now, there's been many a time when his unvoluntary models had reacted... not so positively to his antics. But usually when they saw the simple beauty of the shots he captured, they were quick to change; especially those who had been holed in the wizarding world for so long, they had never seen still muggle photographs before. So now, he gives a light jog over to the girl. "Have you seen muggle photos?" He asks.

@－ ❛ ʜ ❜：jasper undergrove。⁰¹ A click, soon followed by another, and he /still/ has yet to have the decency to introduce himself. Sure, she could convince herself that it wasn't her that he was capturing takes of, but as he hesitantly raises a hand to wave and her eyes glance around to confirm that, indeed there were no other students around, her mere question is answered. She doesn't bother to return the acknowledgement, even staring at him for a few moments longer with an expressionless face, before her lips part to call out. "I'd say take a picture, it lasts longer—but you already have," she says, unimpressed and unfazed. "... So, are you going to explain, or?"

@－ ❛ s ❜：sage valentine。⁰¹ There’s something about beautiful moments that Jasper’s always been mesmerized by—maybe it was the fact that the only remaining evidence he had of his birth parents was the singular picture of his birth mother. But for whatever reason, he’s always found a need to capture idyllic scenes with his camera. He gets a bit carried away, sometimes not realizing that the people in his pictures are /people/ not models. It reoccurs to him violently when the girl in his picture turns and meets his eyes. “O-Oh, gosh.” Not knowing what to do… he gives a small wave. “For god’s sake, Jasper,” he mumbles to himself. Could he /be/ any creepier?

@－ ❛ ʜ ❜：jasper undergrove。⁰¹ She knew she shouldn't have agreed, for she could be lying in bed after classes and catching up on sleep after having a mid-life crisis over Jasmine's four am text (that she can't believe she spent actual time pondering about)—but here she was, basically being stood up by her friend. It's the last time she'll ever do someone a favor, she decides, as her hand occupies itself with crushing an ant between her pointer and thumb, sprinkling its remains elsewhere before repeating with another. Yet, it's when a camera shutter is heard, faint but heard, that she halts, looking up at the male that holds his device up to his face just a good distance away. "Huh," she mutters. "There's no way he's taking pictures of me, that's ing creepy."

@－ ❛ s ❜：sage valentine。⁰¹ It’s been hard to settle in at Hogwarts, but there’s one thing for sure: it’s surely beautiful. Today, Jasper’s treading carefully down the stairs in the grass, a wooden hut in his peripherals. But something else catches his attention—a few ten feet away (darn him, still thinking in American measurements)—a girl. It’s not just her but the entire scene in and of itself. It might be the most picturesque moment he’s seen since coming here; the light and how it reflects on her skin, the breeze in her hair. Before he knows it, he raises his camera and takes a picture, an audible click heard in the wind.