in which a slytherin is made

here comes the sun!

➝ @kiraracr​

“kiraraaaaaaaaa--” an uncharacteristically whiny voice escapes him and it’s almost embarrassing if it was to anyone else. ( heaven forbid he keep his cool exterior around everyone else and everything else, sometimes even the strong have to falter a little, alright ! ) he slumps down on the seat beside the girl, rubbing at the back of his neck as his entire face presses to the table.

“is the change from seventh year vastly different to year one? i should focus on all my studies instead. instead of. quidditch.” he says that before clapping his hand over his mouth, because the way he spoke of the sport was almost insulting and it was basically kirara’s dream. her future. she knew that. he knew it too.

cyrus bows his head down in apology, hands up in shame. “sorry, i should do less whining, especially for the last time we hang out for a few months. are you excited to go home?” his home was less exciting. rather desolate, lifeless, and hollow. sure, he was lively but spending free time by himself seemed less appealing by day. it makes him realize in all earnest, cyrus should make a bigger effort towards his friends. “what’s the first thing you are going to do when you go back?”

crmimi‌:

“boss-man promises you won’t regret it!” miguel chirps, quickly snatching onto the nickname that was tossed his way. he couldn’t quite agree as much. though the hufflepuff definitely had his own fair share of sleepy mornings the energy pent up within him had him bouncing around since early morning. his hufflepuff roommates would know well, they definitely had their own set of stories due to him.

“don’t they say,” he pauses, shuffling off his bed to crawl closer to his best friend with a bright smile. if it wasn’t an interference, migel would have most likely swung his arm around the other’s shoulder in some affectionate embrace. “that opposites attract? that’s us! though i think it’s more of a puzzle fitting thing. like we’re opposites but because of that we help each other!”

another pause. “like what will i do without you telling me when i have a bad idea? because i have a lot of ideas and i’m not going to spend a lot of time thinking through all of them carefully!” miguel chatters away while cyrus prepares. he’s not expecting an answer as much as he’s simply doing this as some ambient noise for the two of them. he knows the slytherin is listening anyway.

“yes! i checked online for hours to make sure it’d be perfect,” here he loops his arms around cyrus’s, not enough that he’s literally clinging onto the other but more as a form of guidance. along with a small side gesture of letting cyrus lean on him if the boy was really feeling the sleep take him while they leave the room. “it’s a short walk away. some fresh air!”

“that sounds like the worst idea ever. not thinking things through.” he’s not sure if he’s being hypocritical right there, but with the way his own eyes narrow, cyrus feels that he likes to fully think out the future and lay the path as he sees fit. it’s why he’s such a stickler for how he wants his career to pan out, and he won’t take anything less (also known as a big pain in his behind right now. this kid in slytherin is thinking more about whether he should stay in quidditch next year than enjoying the break. maybe it even keeps him up at night, but don’t tell mimi that.) “but that’s what i’m here for... being that person that always puts your ideas down. am i a joykill? i hope not. i’m just realistic and reasonable, y’know,” he jests, because he really isn’t. 

but mimi is definitely the sweeter of the two, certainly. and has more friends. is more sociable. how they became such good friends is beyond him but the less he questions it, the more their friendship grows organically ever since miguel transferred in and cyrus couldn’t be happier, but tell him that in first or second year his best mate would be a ‘puff and he would’ve been the skeptic. “yes, i’m sure your friends still question why you’re friends with me, but i don’t question because we mesh. thanks,” cyrus says genuinely, as their arms loop and they can’t get much closer or mushier than this. 

“but i get enough fresh air from quidditch. so do you.” nose wrinkling, cyrus pushes through his bleariness that is returning after the cold morning water. if there was a magical cure for being alert all the time without taking time to brew, that would be nice. maybe he ought to focus on making new spells instead for a career. he’s still got four long years to thin about it though. “and we’re active enough. i’m almost thinking i should have stayed at home and slept in every single day until school started again now that my sister is out of the house. it’s so.... empty. so you better let me come over more often!” the last sentence sounds nearly threatening, but it isn’t, because it’s mmimi and it’s practically known that they spend time over the summers together. 

“shall i close my eyes as you lead me there?” 

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‘han? who’s han?’ step one, don’t be a moron. step two, don’t say this in earshot of other people, wiseguuuy. ‘oh wait, is the the guy that just transferred to our house?  there’s so many transfers in. i wonder if things were easier back when there was just. y’know. seven years. and a billion less students. i wonder how many students there are in hogwarts anyway, like. 500?’  ( keeping in mIND THIS WAS FOUR YEARS AGO, OKAY ) ‘actually, i think i’ve seen him around but i haven’t talked to him yet. he seems… a little hard to approach. but i’ve never been that great at welcoming people anyway…’ 

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it might have been a little weird for cyrus or han to approach one another, but it’s not so much the age gap that intimidates cyrus, it’s probably everything else. and cyrus hasn’t ever really been the guy to suddenly be like ‘hey yo im cyrus’ nope. but he’s curious, because han seems different from others at the school, and maybe it’s the allure or perhaps that han really is different and he wants to learn more about his elder ( haha eLDER IN TERMS OF RESPECT YA FEEL ) but he doesn’t know the art of subtlety so day by day, cyrus slowly sits closer and closer to the han in the great hall during meals and it’s probably so painfully obvious until he’s sitting across from han one day and maybe that was how they started talking.. hahahahahaha.

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♣   Her hand swiped briskly through the pages of the huge textbook before her, wordlessly scanning for the subject she was currently reviewing. Why were exam periods always so tough? You’d think Aelita got used to studying every minute of the day during finals but deep down inside, she’s screaming to let loose. Studying did not exactly always brought up her grades, there are some subjects where no matter how much she studied, the hufflepuff could never pull a higher grade than what she got in reality. 

When Cyrus began to speak, Aelita paused her intense writing session to listen to him, after all, it’s rude to not give your friend your full attention. “Despite sleep being something we all would like… I think it’s best if we keep at our studying schedule. I can’t believe I’m saying this but if I don’t study for astronomy, I’ll fail it at this rate.” She stopped talking to contemplate on the idea. It wasn’t good to even think about failing. In all seven years, she’s been in Hogwarts, failure was always defined with the word: impossible. If she were to fail now, she’ll have a loud breakdown. 

She was shaken out of her inner rambling thoughts by the boy sitting across from her. She raised her eyebrow at him. Who knew he would be so bad at cooking? Maybe everyone but Aelita, she couldn’t tell. She tsked at him while shaking her head while laughing, “Eggs are the easiest food you can cook! What do you do? Put the egg in before the pan heats up?” She stared at him in the eyes, quickly adding in, “please tell me you don’t…”

Throwing the idea away for another for a quick moment, Aelita leaned in while grinning. “Well… I might be able to get you into the kitchen and help you brush up your skills so you at least won’t burn down the entire area when you try to join cooking club. They might let you join if you’re adequate.” Though she’s already regretting her suggestion, if Cyrus is serious about it, then she will do her best for her friend.  

There’s a strange colour on his face, and he almost wishes there was a mirror that could tell him whether he was blank paper white or a bright red. Cyrus is truthfully embarrassed, and see- wouldn't things have been slightly different if they’d just let him join that darned cooking club?? Not really, but Cyrus wants the blame to fall on something else other than the fact that Hogwarts basically spoonfed with where the next meal was to come from, and his sister used to cook for the both of them back at home. Something that he will now suffer without after her moving away. Yikes. “Ummm.... No? Maybe it was a bad egg. Yea, it’s a bad egg.” He confirms, not meeting Aelita’s eyes.

“That’s why I just boil everything now,” his voice devoid of any emotion, as he looks back down at his book hastily, sifting through Astronomy notes. He did enjoy this class, though it wasn’t his best. A class that seems better in theory than in actuality, in his humble opinion. “I think I like the classes where we don’t have to sit down and study all the time. The hands on classes are more fun, don’t you think?” 

“But yea, please help me. Or else I’m going to start stealing your snacks,” the Slytherin blinked up at the girl, a very serious expression despite how much of a jest the words played out. “I mean, please help me. I think even Mimi thinks I’m beyond help in the kitchen, which again, is why I think they won’t let me in the cooking club. It’s so weird, isn’t potions basically cooking? Why can’t I cook actual food? I don’t get it.” 

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“… so jihyuck, of course jihyuck gets mentioned again in my journal because everyone in my life is basically friends with him, because he likes everyone else but me, but that’s beside the point. i think he’s getting closer to vi, which is weird. oh god, i don’t even want to know. ok i’m getting off track, what i mean to say is jihyuck actually asked for me to help him study. how weird was that? i would’ve thought he’d ask eric or junjie first, but who knows. that’s my weird fact of the day. now i can put that aside to the back of my mind because it was probably that weird thing that would probably seem more like a dream if i didn’t remind myself that it was extremely. seriously. real. so beyond that, what else that happened today was…” 

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crmimi:

sometimes, somewhere, somehow, something just ticks. his eyes make brief contact with that of the dragon and miguel just knows. he swings his head over to his roommates, a wide grin dancing on his face. “this is the one.”

junjie then looks up from miguel’s grin to the dragon and is unable to hold back the small whine that escapes him. “he looks as terrifying as all the others.” his eyes immediatelly dart back to the ground, away from the dragon. “what the hell do we do now?” 

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“isn’t she or he supposedly the most gentle one or something of the sort? the Opaleye...” cyrus looks around hesitantly to ensure that there were no eggs in the nest, and breathes a sigh of deep relief ( though he’s sure the staff wouldn’t have allowed them in to their doom, right? or was this an ‘enter at your own risk’ sort of deal... )  

it’s not that he’s necessarily scared, just cautious, and nothing is wrong with that. he’d feel more comfortable with his broom but the staff here are probably well versed with the dragons- still, were there any casualties that cyrus would like to know about? “they are pretty but they’re still much bigger than ol’ me and that makes me feel extremely vulnerable. i suppose visually it looks as if we could be their meal.” shooting a thin-lipped look at mimi, the slytherin’s expression made it proper clear he was not in his normal element.

“okay, hey hey, remember what they said. RESPECT is the number one thing, and we can’t forget that or else something bad really go down.” cyrus scratches at his neck, wondering if he should have paid more attention about magical creatures in the classroom and textbook, as only bits and pieces slipped through. “we’re supposed to get a scale. uh, you get it!” cyrus elbows the person next to him which turns out to be WILL.

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"look cyrus! i have something here perfect for the weather while we wait for the bus," adjusting his backpack so that it sits on his lap. fingers yank the zipper and begin to unravel a long length of neatly knitted grey yarn. a ridiculously long scarf. miguel proceeds to messily wrap it around the boy sitting beside him until it covers his neck and half his face. then the hufflepuff wraps it around himself with a proud and content grin. "this'll keep both of us warm!"

this was probably the closest cyrus would ever get to watching magic ( in a muggle sense ) occur before his eyes, because the scarf kept on going, and going… and going…… “it’s….. a bit LONG isn’t it?” way to state the obvious. 

“us,” cyrus repeats, blankly blinking at miguel in astonishment until it dawns on him. “OH.” leave it up to mimi to keep him on his toes all the time. “yea, this is cute,” as he loops it around his neck, the warmth immediately impactful on contact. and then he tries to maneuver himself with mimi beside him carefully without strangling one another. “a good concept but a terrifying execution. come on, we can do it! we’re well coordinated,” their history of quidditch behind them… “ok um, uh,” the grey a tie between the two as cyrus tries to lead the way. “let’s go!” 

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“hey man, where are you? i thought we were supposed to have practice today… i mean, i’m here, and i dragged clo here with me but, oh wait- nope. that’s the hufflepuff team actually. aw crap, did i mix up the date? wait, i think i see you! -insert some static and ruffling noises- … i got the dates wrong- oh man clo is going to KILL ME- i’m going to say we double booked or somethin’ so you won’t lose your prized seeker on the team, ok bye!” 

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crmimi:

miguel would put on his best pout but there’s a bunch of reasons that have him holding back. one, and truthfully the main reason he’s not puffing his cheeks, is due to the fact that cyrus would not see the beautiful effort he’s placing and hard work always needs to be appreciated. second, the hufflepuff knows that in the end cyrus would wake up anyways no matter how much he grumbles because that’s the sort of dynamic they have.

“we can take a nap afterwards! what better thing could exist than taking a nap on a sunny day with a full tummy?” miguel reasons with another careful but assuring pat on his friend’s side still reluctant to leave the other boy’s bed for good. eyes are focusing on other things, mostly the decorations around the room while his mind wanders into what will occur in the next few hours.

“take your time but not too much time!” he chimes lightly, this time the pout actually making its way across his face now that cyrus can actually see him. a few more jabs to do the trick, miguel knows he’s being a bit obnoxious but he’s also positive it would all be for a good worth as he watches his friend head to the washroom.

he hums a bit, unable to contain his excitement as miguel finally bounces over to his own bed. he’s gotten ready already, so all that’s left is amusing himself with little things to see how long of a time would pass. the bed squeaks a bit under his bouncing weight.

the only thing that has cyrus partially convinced ( other than the fact that this is a losing battle he has against miguel... ) is the word nap. yea, that sounds nice. the slytherin nods, barely able to muster anything else other than the fact that there was a huge yawn stuck in the depths of his throat, wishing to escape. “uhhuh... being asleep sounds a lot better than being full, but okay. whatever you say, boss-man.

he hopes there won’t be discord at the fact that washing his face isn’t helping because when he leaves the bathroom, the same zombie that went in is certainly the same thing that exits. “alright, work your magic and let’s go.” 

“sometimes i think we’re polar opposites,” cyrus yawns again loudly, tears at the corner of his eyes, wiping away at them. they’re not, but there are dynamics of them that make others surprised at the fact that they are indeed, very close. in fact, mimi is definitely his best friend. “i, like late nights. i like. to sleep in. i can skip breakfast. but this sounds like a sabotage for your plans and that isn’t what i’m implying, i only mean that i would love being in bed. napping isn’t quite the same.”

he’s never this talkative, except with mimi. ( what did he do before miguel transferred in? who knows. ) in fact, the glimpses he sees of what is happening on social media is usually through mimi or violet’s phone, when he’s peeking over their shoulders. “but okay, i’m ready to go. this will be worthwhile, right?” 

[ ✉ ➝ cy ] yo fam.. i'm bored. wanna go raid the kitchen for snacks?

[ ✉ ➝ jj ] sure junjie………………… wait why are you messaging me, im right here[ ✉ ➝ jj ] oh wait, where are you, meet you by the door? 

[ ✉ ➝ cyrus ♥♥🐍 ] Ignore all my previous messages I don’t know why I sent those…

[ ✉ ➝ cyrus ♥♥🐍 ] This is me when I see you!

[ sms ▷ meme ] o kaaaaay buddy

[ sms ▷ meme ] when i see you again, you still have some explaining to do because these cute animal pictures aren’t going to save you

[ sms ▷ meme ] yes i did save that pic tho lmao