｢ Report to the dance floor｣ Wooyoung & Boa
Wooyoung puffed out his cheeks and then let the air deflate out his mouth with a suffering sigh, as he reluctantly put his book down. He couldn’t get a beat out of his head, evidence provided by his left arm doing a wave while turning the page with his right hand. His brain wanted to read but his body was bound to the call of music. The sense of elation of dancing was a fixation he couldn’t break, despite his Appa disapproval of it. “Pft,” he grunted, thoughts of many other disapproval his father bestow of him, swimming around his head. “I need to dance,” he sing out to himself, humming a tune as he head out the common room.
Destination was any dance room in Hogwarts. He was unawarely half dancing and half walking through the crowded hall, until treats of being jinxed got him to begin darting around students with flourish of twirls and spins. He spotted a particular girl and spontaneously did a exaggerate sexual body wave in front of her. Merlin’s beard, the girl was a woman! Wooyoung tiny eyes widen in shock at who he done it too, he bow quickly at the professor and was about to spin around to run away; when he somehow trip backwards on air, landing on his butt. “Ow! ” he groan, shutting his eyes in embarrassment. He would laugh at himself, but that floor did not cushion his butt for that fall.
-blinks, n rubs eyes- aish not again! -speeds after you ninjalike, trolling the next picture you take of someone-
-blinks profusely, blinded by the flash- aish -walks with his hand out as a zombie with his eyes press shut- yah yah, come back! -pout- i can’t see!
｢The Wolf & The Fox｣ | Wooyoung & Sungmin
For a few moments there was silence, making Sungmin feel uneasy until the figure jumped causing him to do the same as he let out a small yelp. He clutched onto his chest, trying to rest his racing heart after the scare and remained hidden in the shadows. Sungmin’s eyes scanned the strange figure sat by the fireplace hiding behind what appeared to be a scarf. It’s platinum blonde hair was rather prominent amidst the dark surroundings, much like his own. ‘Who could this be?’ Sungmin thought to himself before he made any attempts to interact further. The only blonde roommate he could recall was Eli, but he’d left the castle a few days prior be with his boyfriend. ‘Wait…’ Sungmin tried to think back to all the blonde Ravenclaws he knew and one in particular sprung to mind. ‘Wooyoung.’ He heard the figure mutter something back but it’s voice was muffled and impossible to differentiate, he’d have to take a leap of faith. “Wooyoung? Is that you?” Sungmin asked sheepishly as he stepped out from the shadows. He’d not seen or heard from Wooyoung since that frightful night in the forest and thought he might have left Hogwarts for good after what had happened. “It’s..it’s Sungmin..” He stuttered as he moved closer to the masked figure, still unsure if his suspicion was correct.
Damn, damn, damn, Merlin of balls! Wooyoung cursed in his head when he heard his name called out. He was seriously contemplating whether to run out the common room to risk getting detention or pretend to past out asleep, just so he could avoid Sungmin. That contemplating ceased pondering as it immediately deem ridiculous. Why was he so scared? It’s not as though he was hiding from a big bad wolf. From what he recall, Sungmin was a nice housemate. If anything, if Sungmin didn’t what to initiate himself with his company; he’ll be avoiding Wooyoung.
Wooyoung hadn’t realize how long he made Sungmin wait for a response until lightening flicker the room with bright light causing him to blink his focus out of his thoughts. Composing himself, he took a deep breath, let it out and stood up, tugging the scarf away from his face and finally replied back “Ne, it’s me Wooyoung. Er hi Sungmin” He gave a short awkward wave before sitting down on the couch. “Could we er talk?” he asked quickly. Leaving no time for Sungmin to speak, Wooyoung asked the first thing that’s been bothering him, “Do you hate me?”
He probably shouldn’t have asked that first. Unnecessary nervousness began to jitter inside him, he folded his hands on his lap while he stare off at the fireplace; expecting for the calm warmth it provided him earlier to chill him down.
"You don’t have to answer that," he apologize softly. "How are you? I’m sorry, I’m really really sorry for getting you and your friend involve.. ," he couldn’t finish the sentence without proverbial doors to that memory being open in his mind. Memories that gave him nightmares with graphic images and distant muffled screams and growls that echoed and faded.
｢A Curious Spectator｣ | Woo & Dara
“My pleasure!” she cried in a singsong voice. “My life is depended on creating memorable experience in your life, right?” she grinned as a chuckle left her pink lips, sitting herself down next to Wooyoung. “After all, that’s what friends are for right?” she smiled at him, hoping he would forgive her for pushing him into the lake. it wasn’t her fault that she didn’t know that Wooyoung didn’t know how to swim.
Her eyebrows furrowed as Wooyoung began to vaguely describe the events of his return back home. “Wait, what happened? Did something bad happen?” she asked in a concerned voice. His abrupt leave caused a stir in her daily life, making her even more curious onto what had happened to him. After all, Wooyoung is one of Dara’s dearest friends. she would want to know what had happened to him to cause him leave Hogwarts.
“What?” she turned to look at him, not knowing what he meant. “if my roommate turn me blind, would i forgive them?” she blinked, wondering what she would do. she tried to her best to put herself in the scenario, but it took some time to do so. “Well, i think if they apologized, with all their heart, then it would be fine with me.” she answered him with a frown. “But why, what is going on? Woo, you’re starting to make me worry. Did something bad happen recently?”
Wooyoung watch his friend with amusement, his eyes disappearing into an upside down moon shape as he laugh along with Dara. He would have swat her arm for how corny that was, but he was too tired to move. “Sure that’s what friends are for,” he chuckled. “Remind me to create a memorable experience for you as well. I’ll be a bad friend if i didn’t repay you”
"Er do you remember when Hogwarts was under strict curfew? We were not to hang out late, not to enter the Forbidden Forest because student were disappearing. Well during that time my pet chick Peep ran into the forest. I asked Sungmin and Tae to help me search for Peep and well..well..," he left off the unfinished story with a sigh. "I’m sorry I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I still get nightmares over it"
Somehow Wooyoung didn’t feel better after Dara’s stated her answer. He knew he couldn’t constitute it as a definite answer for everyone. He continue staring away as he was playing with a blade of glass while listening to Dara fretful voice. A soft sigh escape his lips, realizing how worrisome he was making his friend become. He toss the blade of grass aside as sent her a charming smile. He was out of practice with smiling as of lately from constantly being tense, so he wasn’t sure if it came out charming or tensive. “Dara how do you feel about foxes?” He knew that was pretty random question to ask but he was quite a random person, hopefully Dara would see it as that. To change the topic way off him, he cup his friend face gently and lean close. “You know I thought I saw you sleeping in my dorm room yesterday. Do you have a twin,” he asked, genuinely curious.
｢The Wolf & The Fox｣ | Wooyoung & Sungmin
Usually Sungmin could sleep through anything. He was such a heavy sleeper than one could pour water into his mouth and he’d still remain fast asleep, none the wiser. But something in particular about the storm that night coupled with his reoccurring nightmare of the attack caused him to awake from his slumber with a jolt as he heard heavy and panicked footsteps echoing from the staircase. A bead of sweat dripped down his cheek as he panted, trying to catch his breath whilst his heart gradually began to calm. His eyes were scanning the silent room, paranoid that something was lurking in the shadows when he noticed an empty bed. The covers looked as if they had been tossed to the side in some scrambled haste.
Sungmin nervously threw over his own covers and dangled his legs over the bed, intent on discovering the source behind the footsteps he’d heard earlier. Maybe then he’d finally be able to get some sleep with his mind at rest. He tip-toed down the stairs, keeping his head firmly pressed against the wall as his navigated his way through the dark. The lit fireplace from the common room was casting light across to the bottom of the staircase, but there was still an unnerving silence in the air. Sungmin held his breath as he peered into the common room. Someone, or something was sat by the fireplace but he couldn’t quite make out the figure. “H-h-hello?” Sungmin stuttered, biting his lip nervously after he spoke. Perhaps making his presence known wasn’t the smart thing to do?
Wooyoung needed to relax, calm his mind but he couldn’t shake off the nightmare just yet. It was lingering in his mind, continuing seeping chills through his bones. Oddly the one place he felt warm was his neck, he glance down at the blue woven cotton, he forgotten that he had slept with it on. Wooyoung adjusted his scarf around his neck, shielding his lips underneath it, a habit he hasn’t grown out of when he was a kid. He scooted away from the fireplace, hitting his back against the couch to drop his head onto the cushion. Shutting his eyes resulted a bad idea, that’s when his mind plague him recaps of the forest. He shot his head back up, eyes wide open, staring aimlessly into the flicking lights from the fireplace.
At the moment Wooyoung was too zone out to hear foot steps descending down the staircase. He watch as a fluorescent blue flame crackled as it burnt through the firewood in the fireplace, then a meek ‘hello’ resounded in his ear. He jumped, scared out of his wits of who it could be. Wooyoung hastily tug his scarf higher, shielding half his face. He wouldn’t be recognize like this by most people, the top of his head was splattered with noticeably dyed platinum white locks dissimilar with his dark arching thick eyebrows.
Picturing himself of how he may look right now, he didn’t want to frighten whomever that was near him by not talking. Half the students were paranoid enough in this castle. He glance back quickly, eyes scanning around for the person. “Aish,” he groan softly, facing away as he was able to identify the Ravenclaw. He held his hand up and wave, muttering a ‘hello’ back, that was muffled by his scarf.