Post by HYO JOON NAM on Oct 21, 2014 15:32:01 GMT -5
SHOW YOU WHAT IT FEELS LIKE``
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Well it had been awhile since he had last been here. Autumn had arrived in Beauxbatons as well and the yellow and red leaves were covering the grounds. Hyo Joon stood in front of the huge wooden doors with his hands in his leather jacket’s pockets as he let out a heavy sigh; he had mixed feelings about this. Part of him liked being back, but part of him wished he could go back to spend some more time with her grandmother at who’s place he had already been for the past couple of months. Sure he did enjoy spending time with his parents too, but grandma had always been his favorite person on earth. Especially because his parents had been the ones to force him to come back to school. His mother wanted him to get graduated from Magical school and his father… well, he just wanted him to graduate from any school, really. Besides his mother was so proud that he had been able to become a prefect, because she had thought that nothing like that would ever be possible for him. Great. Well, not that he blamed her for thinking that way, honestly.
So in the end he stepped inside through the doors and made his way through the entrance hall that was just like he remembered. Nothing had changed. That was a good thing at least. Familiar places. The place was so huge that if things got changed it would take ages to learn everything again and he would end up getting lost all the time and being late from classes because of that. …Not like he already wasn’t always late from classes though. Waking up in the mornings was hard for him.
Although he had been a vampire awhile now already he still muggle food. That’s why the great hall was his first stop. The lunch hour was ending already, but he still sat down at the end of one of the tables and took off his jacket, placing to rest next to him on the seat, and uncovering his grey woolen sweater (pic above) underneath it. He took an apple from the fruit bowl, took a bite and closed his eyes. He had learned quite a trick which had required a lot of his concentration; if he focused enough thinking about the taste and the smell he really would be able to taste it. No more tasting mud and ashes whenever he ate some human food. This was something he had practiced for a couple of months before going to visit his grandmother, because his grandmother… God, she was the best cook. At least it had been easier to pretend to be human around her. After all, she had no idea that he actually drank blood for dinner.
That was one of the reasons why he had had to return too. He had drank empty all the blood bags he had taken with him, and although he had managed to get some near the village his grandmother lived people still had started noticing that blood bags had gone missing in all the nearby hospitals. Obviously he didn’t want to get caught or too much noticed, so he really had had to come back to Beauxbatons, because it was much easier to get some in here. So perhaps it wasn’t all that bad to be back. Perhaps things would turn out better this time than he could ever possibly imagine.
So in the end he stepped inside through the doors and made his way through the entrance hall that was just like he remembered. Nothing had changed. That was a good thing at least. Familiar places. The place was so huge that if things got changed it would take ages to learn everything again and he would end up getting lost all the time and being late from classes because of that. …Not like he already wasn’t always late from classes though. Waking up in the mornings was hard for him.
Although he had been a vampire awhile now already he still muggle food. That’s why the great hall was his first stop. The lunch hour was ending already, but he still sat down at the end of one of the tables and took off his jacket, placing to rest next to him on the seat, and uncovering his grey woolen sweater (pic above) underneath it. He took an apple from the fruit bowl, took a bite and closed his eyes. He had learned quite a trick which had required a lot of his concentration; if he focused enough thinking about the taste and the smell he really would be able to taste it. No more tasting mud and ashes whenever he ate some human food. This was something he had practiced for a couple of months before going to visit his grandmother, because his grandmother… God, she was the best cook. At least it had been easier to pretend to be human around her. After all, she had no idea that he actually drank blood for dinner.
That was one of the reasons why he had had to return too. He had drank empty all the blood bags he had taken with him, and although he had managed to get some near the village his grandmother lived people still had started noticing that blood bags had gone missing in all the nearby hospitals. Obviously he didn’t want to get caught or too much noticed, so he really had had to come back to Beauxbatons, because it was much easier to get some in here. So perhaps it wasn’t all that bad to be back. Perhaps things would turn out better this time than he could ever possibly imagine.
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