fic game: au summer!
These fics are for the Fic Game: AU Summer, which I participated in the summer of 2012! Here thar be: B1A4, EXO and Block B~!
for: willowish
prompt: sandeul is a paramedic
wc: 333
He gets quite a few weird ones - children choking on small toys, hands glued to objects or other people, and even two separate cases of someone's arm stuck up a vending machine, one of which belonged to someone he had gone to school with, a boy named Sunwoo with whom he'd never quite managed to get along.
Tragedies are also par for the course with his job. He goes out to house fires, rushes charred victims on stretchers inside his ambulance for quick transport. There was a young man, Jung Jinyoung, whom Junghwan had tried to comfort on the way to the hospital as he worried about the paper he had been writing for school on his laptop when his washing machine burst into flames. There are crime victims with downcast faces, battered women crying as they explain the nature of their injuries, as well as mysterious incidents such as the shooting of Shin Dongwoo, who had refused to reveal his attacker and had even instructed Junghwan to save the bullet for him at the hospital.
Junghwan does not always get to save lives. In the beginning, he had kept track of the people he helped in a notebook, to keep himself motivated through each and every day. Nowadays, he doesn't keep count. He goes home late and falls asleep even later, desperately attempting to catch up on sleep, and in his mind he finds himself remembering specific people. Gong Chanshik, seventeen years old, a head-on collision on the expressway in the middle of a hot summer day, stretching his arm up to Junghwan as he took his hand in a weak grip. He was a goner before they had arrived. Junghwan, crouched on sizzling asphalt, brushing black hair off of his smeared, bloody forehead. Gong Chanshik had a smile on his face. Junghwan remembers that smile, in his dreams and in waking life, and he wakes up, gets ready for work, and wipes his slate clean again, starting all over back at zero.
for: umma-soo
prompt: chanyeol is a lifeguard with a fear of water! but baekhyun is drowning~ what do?
wc: 882 (I am so sorry, this prompt just totally ran away with me...)
Summer is Chanyeol's favorite season. He has always enjoyed the beach and each year he works to achieve the perfect tan, sprawled on his lifeguard chair high up above the sand, slick black sunglasses perched on his nose as if filming a blockbuster beach movie.
Almost as if on cue, out in the midst of the deep blue water, he suddenly spots a flailing of limbs and hears a cry riding the light breeze towards his lifeguard platform. Chanyeol blinks in the sun, lowers his sunglasses and squints out at the water, not quite believing his eyes. In all of his time as a lifeguard, he hasn't yet had to actually guard anyone's life. He received the training, of course, just as all of his co-workers did. He remembers exactly what to do in the event of an emergency, how to perform CPR and how to render aid to those in need of his help. Even with all of his training under his belt, however, Chanyeol still hesitates to leap from his platform and dive into the water.
Chanyeol stands up and looks around the beach quickly, panic settling in. Jongin, the other lifeguard on duty, is out wandering around the beach far from his own platform, well out of both hearing and visual reach. He would have to run all the way over there to get his attention and ask for help. Meanwhile, Chanyeol jumps down from the platform and jogs out across the sand to the water's edge. Just as he dips one toe into the water, a wave crashes in around his feet and he jumps back, shaking. He looks up towards the commotion and clearly spots someone struggling in the water, a head poking out every once in a while to yell for help. There is no one out on Chanyeol's section of the beach, quite a ways from the more populated section Jongin likes to sneak over to in order to chat up beach-bronzed, bikini-wearing girls. It's obvious that no one else knows about the person drowning in the ocean except for Chanyeol. Guilt locks his ankles deep into the wet sand at his heels as he stares, wide-eyed, towards the spot of water where the head has vanished and is no longer surfacing.
Taking several deep, shaky breaths, Chanyeol begins to wade into the water, hesitating every few steps as his knees wobble beneath the surface. Despite being a lifeguard, Chanyeol does not actually like the ocean. He does not like deep, open water, and he especially does not like how he can't see anything below the surface and keeps getting knocked around by waves. For all he knows, sharks could be circling his feet at that very moment. He tries his hardest not to think about this as he begins swimming in earnest, kicking his legs hard and working his way towards the drowning boy. Chanyeol is a rather decent swimmer and does enjoy spending time at the swimming pool; it is the ocean he distrusts, all of that black, swirling depth, the fear of the unknown in its most pure form.
Once the bottom drops out below his feet, he begins working on pure adrenaline and fear for the boy under the water, counting down the seconds since his last resurface. By the time he reaches the spot, Chanyeol is winded from all of the waves breaking over his head. He dives into the water, frantically searching for the boy. At first, all he sees is murky ocean and his heart leaps into his throat, thinking he's already lost his first and only drowning victim. The second time he dives down, going a bit deeper despite the popping of his ears and the fear driving ice through his veins, he finally spots a body floating through the water, hair slowly undulating like black seaweed as a necklace catches the light from the surface and reflects it back towards Chanyeol's eyes. He strikes out with a hard kick and grabs hold of one arm, dragging him forcefully upwards.
Chanyeol pulls the unconscious boy through the water under one arm, carefully keeping his head and shoulders out of the water as much as he can. As soon as he can feel sand under his toes, Chanyeol redoubles his effort, fighting through the tide. Jongin is already back and there to help him drag the boy the rest of the way to the shore, but Chanyeol still knocks Jongin back when he tries to do the CPR, feeling a strange sense of personal responsibility for the drowned boy. Several rounds of chest compressions later, the boy coughs up salty water against Chanyeol's mouth and he falls back in the sand, gasping for air, vaguely registering the stinging in his eyes and his throat. The boy, later identified as Byun Baekhyun, opens his eyes up at Chanyeol blearily and Chanyeol smiles down at him gratefully, wiping tears off of his own face.
Later, Jongin will recall the memory and poke fun at Chanyeol for crying, but all Chanyeol will remember of this day is blind terror, black water pressing him in on all sides, seeping into his lungs, and the first glimpse of Baekhyun's face underwater, upturned towards the surface as if he was simply admiring the rays of the hot summer sun.
for: noonanoodle
prompt: jinyoung owns a casino with rumored ties to numerous crime families and cnu is his right hand
wc: 484
Officer Cha leans further against his dark-tinted driver side window as he squints through the cover of night and attempts to make sense of the scene unfolding before his eyes. Approximately one block away, two prostitutes (or two young women dressed like prostitutes, he can never tell these days) are still arguing loudly and gesturing around themselves with sharp, angry jabs.
His partner perks up and tugs on his sleeve excitedly as the door to the renowned casino pops open and spills light onto the scene, illuminating the smeared mascara and spiked heels. A sharply-dressed young man with a deceptively sweet smile takes a step outside and interrupts the fight, breaking the two young ladies apart in record time. Officer Cha huffs to himself, shaking his head in disbelief, as the girls instead take either of the man's arms and head back inside with him without another word.
"He doesn't look like a crook," Officer Gong points out, batting his eyelashes as he sips loudly on his Big Gulp of root beer.
Officer Cha shoots his partner a look of reproval. "You're still pretty green. Why don't you leave the observations to someone who didn't just step out of the academy?"
Officer Gong pouts at him, struggling to work his oversized cup into the police unit's cup holder.
Inside the building, Jinyoung strolls out of the casino lobby after dumping the two women at the nearest poker table, straightening his suit jacket. He slips out of a well-concealed back entrance, wanders down a dimly lit corridor and steps into a back room.
"Sorry for the interruption," he says brightly, taking his seat beside Dongwoo.
Dongwoo levels a subtle look of concern at him and Jinyoung grasps his hand under the table, setting it onto his right knee.
"I think our negotiations are just about done, don't you?"
Junghwan arches one eyebrow at the smiling man. The look does little to unsettle Jinyoung, even though he is well aware Junghwan is supposed to be a very dangerous man. He isn't so clean-cut himself, after all. Beside him, Dongwoo clenches his grip, narrow eyes firm on every single person in the room. Jinyoung fears very little in life when his partner is at his side. The world may be a bit of a scary place with a job like Jinyoung's, but there aren't many crooks as terrifying as Shin Dongwoo.
"You've got yourself a deal," Junghwan finally nods, sliding a case Jinyoung knows to be full of hundred dollar bills over the table towards them.
"Fantastic," Jinyoung chirps, taking the briefcase. He watches as Junghwan gets to his feet and gestures for his men to file out of the room. "One last thing," he calls after them, catching Junghwan's attention. Jinyoung points his finger towards the lobby with a cheery tilt of his head. "Could you do me a favor and get the two uniforms off my block? I really don't like it when people stare."
for: yeollove
prompt: In which Ahn Jaehyo is a famous blogger
wc: 294w
Jaehyo blows on his steaming cup of tea as he settles down behind his bright blue laptop, smiling to himself as he opens his homepage. First, he checks his ever-growing pile of fanmail on his blog's e-mail account, responding fervently to all of his most dedicated fans and with his best clever retorts to the random hatemail here and there. Next, he heads over to his blog to respond to the comments left on his latest review of the new A-pink album, tittering to himself while he replies and scrolls.
He nearly goes cross-eyed when he spots a familiar username - nacseo92 - and coughs up some of his tea, pounding on his chest. nacseo92 has left comments on many of his reviews in the past and Jaehyo has come to refer to him as a troll with nothing better to do than to take every sentence Jaehyo types and turn it upside down, battering him with sarcasm and cruel remarks about his taste in music and his (totally not) small you-know-what.
This latest comment is short and simple, though not any kinder to Jaehyo's manhood.
nacseo92 (2012-07-13): lol, apink. figures someone like you would like them. try listening to real music like 2NE1, maybe your 8==D will get bigger. :)
Jaehyo hashes out an angry response about being judgmental and how dick jokes are still immature and completely unnecessary, finishing up by adding a line about liking 2NE1 as well, despite some of the more idiotic fans (hook, line and sinker!). He takes a few calming breaths, recalling his fans' advice about "not feeding the trolls", and then attempts a serene smile as he continues sipping at his tea.
Whatever, he thinks to himself, bringing his iTunes up and setting Hush on repeat. A-pink is still awesome.
for: noonaverse
prompt: harry potter/wizarding block b; pyo and zico get caught trying to blow up one of their professor's offices in the middle of the night
wc: 505
When a spare dungbomb goes off after falling out of Jihoon's robes, Jiho thwacks him over the head with his wand, the lumos light at the end flickering and going out from the impact. Jiho whispers the spell and once again the light comes on, illuminating Jihoon's sheepish face.
"Sorry," the fourth year whispers, scuffing his shoe on the ground.
Jiho looks around. It appears that they are still in the clear when no wandering prefects or professors start making their way over to punish them for late-night wandering. Even the House ghosts are leaving them be, busy with their own nighttime agendas, no doubt.
"Come on," Jiho whispers in return, lugging the heavy Potions textbook under one arm as they continue making their way towards the West Wing.
There is a brief moment of panic when the staircase begins to change on their journey and they have to make a mad dash for the next landing, stepping off just as the stairs disappear into the wall. Light, quick footsteps bring them to the wing holding all of the offices and Jihoon and Jiho sneak down the corridor until Jiho's wand alights on a particular golden name plaque: Professor Snape.
Jihoon immediately sets to work, taking the Potions textbook and flipping it open to the appropriate chapter. Jiho begins to work as a guard, keeping watch over the empty corridor while the younger boy pulls his potions set out of his bag. Despite Professor Snape's horrible grading system, which had somehow determined both Jiho's and Jihoon's potion brewing skills unacceptable for his class the day before, Jihoon is actually quite a brilliant wizard. Jihoon has even taken to practicing his brewing by researching the more high-leveled and dangerous potions on his own and concocting various mixtures in his dormitory while the other Gryffindors were sleeping.
It is one of these potions that he works on presently, quick fingers flying through the familiar motions, adding and mixing just the right amounts to offer the desired end result of a perfect, acid-green, brightly colored Exploding Potion. Jiho peers over his shoulder once the potion is finished, faced washed in the luminous green light.
"Good job," Jiho breathes, patting Jihoon on the shoulder.
Jihoon beams back through the darkness, glad for the fifth year's approval, and then his face falls as a familiar dry, scratchy clearing of the throat sounds out of the dark from behind them.
Jihoon and Jiho both turn their heads slowly to peer back over their shoulders, eyes comically wide, an appropriate amount of guilt and disbelief dashed across their features. Professor Snape crouches slightly to admire the glowing potion at their feet.
"Very good, Mr. Pyo," Snape relents with the tiniest quirk of his flat expression, regarding the younger of the two with his monotone drawl. "If you would simply apply the same genius with which you engage in rule-breaking to my class, perhaps you could have mastered your Invigoration Draught last class period."
Jihoon tries to smile, fluffed up by the high praise, until the professor opens his mouth again.
"Ten points from Gryffindor."
for: willowish
prompt: sandeul is a paramedic
wc: 333
He gets quite a few weird ones - children choking on small toys, hands glued to objects or other people, and even two separate cases of someone's arm stuck up a vending machine, one of which belonged to someone he had gone to school with, a boy named Sunwoo with whom he'd never quite managed to get along.
Tragedies are also par for the course with his job. He goes out to house fires, rushes charred victims on stretchers inside his ambulance for quick transport. There was a young man, Jung Jinyoung, whom Junghwan had tried to comfort on the way to the hospital as he worried about the paper he had been writing for school on his laptop when his washing machine burst into flames. There are crime victims with downcast faces, battered women crying as they explain the nature of their injuries, as well as mysterious incidents such as the shooting of Shin Dongwoo, who had refused to reveal his attacker and had even instructed Junghwan to save the bullet for him at the hospital.
Junghwan does not always get to save lives. In the beginning, he had kept track of the people he helped in a notebook, to keep himself motivated through each and every day. Nowadays, he doesn't keep count. He goes home late and falls asleep even later, desperately attempting to catch up on sleep, and in his mind he finds himself remembering specific people. Gong Chanshik, seventeen years old, a head-on collision on the expressway in the middle of a hot summer day, stretching his arm up to Junghwan as he took his hand in a weak grip. He was a goner before they had arrived. Junghwan, crouched on sizzling asphalt, brushing black hair off of his smeared, bloody forehead. Gong Chanshik had a smile on his face. Junghwan remembers that smile, in his dreams and in waking life, and he wakes up, gets ready for work, and wipes his slate clean again, starting all over back at zero.
for: umma-soo
prompt: chanyeol is a lifeguard with a fear of water! but baekhyun is drowning~ what do?
wc: 882 (I am so sorry, this prompt just totally ran away with me...)
Summer is Chanyeol's favorite season. He has always enjoyed the beach and each year he works to achieve the perfect tan, sprawled on his lifeguard chair high up above the sand, slick black sunglasses perched on his nose as if filming a blockbuster beach movie.
Almost as if on cue, out in the midst of the deep blue water, he suddenly spots a flailing of limbs and hears a cry riding the light breeze towards his lifeguard platform. Chanyeol blinks in the sun, lowers his sunglasses and squints out at the water, not quite believing his eyes. In all of his time as a lifeguard, he hasn't yet had to actually guard anyone's life. He received the training, of course, just as all of his co-workers did. He remembers exactly what to do in the event of an emergency, how to perform CPR and how to render aid to those in need of his help. Even with all of his training under his belt, however, Chanyeol still hesitates to leap from his platform and dive into the water.
Chanyeol stands up and looks around the beach quickly, panic settling in. Jongin, the other lifeguard on duty, is out wandering around the beach far from his own platform, well out of both hearing and visual reach. He would have to run all the way over there to get his attention and ask for help. Meanwhile, Chanyeol jumps down from the platform and jogs out across the sand to the water's edge. Just as he dips one toe into the water, a wave crashes in around his feet and he jumps back, shaking. He looks up towards the commotion and clearly spots someone struggling in the water, a head poking out every once in a while to yell for help. There is no one out on Chanyeol's section of the beach, quite a ways from the more populated section Jongin likes to sneak over to in order to chat up beach-bronzed, bikini-wearing girls. It's obvious that no one else knows about the person drowning in the ocean except for Chanyeol. Guilt locks his ankles deep into the wet sand at his heels as he stares, wide-eyed, towards the spot of water where the head has vanished and is no longer surfacing.
Taking several deep, shaky breaths, Chanyeol begins to wade into the water, hesitating every few steps as his knees wobble beneath the surface. Despite being a lifeguard, Chanyeol does not actually like the ocean. He does not like deep, open water, and he especially does not like how he can't see anything below the surface and keeps getting knocked around by waves. For all he knows, sharks could be circling his feet at that very moment. He tries his hardest not to think about this as he begins swimming in earnest, kicking his legs hard and working his way towards the drowning boy. Chanyeol is a rather decent swimmer and does enjoy spending time at the swimming pool; it is the ocean he distrusts, all of that black, swirling depth, the fear of the unknown in its most pure form.
Once the bottom drops out below his feet, he begins working on pure adrenaline and fear for the boy under the water, counting down the seconds since his last resurface. By the time he reaches the spot, Chanyeol is winded from all of the waves breaking over his head. He dives into the water, frantically searching for the boy. At first, all he sees is murky ocean and his heart leaps into his throat, thinking he's already lost his first and only drowning victim. The second time he dives down, going a bit deeper despite the popping of his ears and the fear driving ice through his veins, he finally spots a body floating through the water, hair slowly undulating like black seaweed as a necklace catches the light from the surface and reflects it back towards Chanyeol's eyes. He strikes out with a hard kick and grabs hold of one arm, dragging him forcefully upwards.
Chanyeol pulls the unconscious boy through the water under one arm, carefully keeping his head and shoulders out of the water as much as he can. As soon as he can feel sand under his toes, Chanyeol redoubles his effort, fighting through the tide. Jongin is already back and there to help him drag the boy the rest of the way to the shore, but Chanyeol still knocks Jongin back when he tries to do the CPR, feeling a strange sense of personal responsibility for the drowned boy. Several rounds of chest compressions later, the boy coughs up salty water against Chanyeol's mouth and he falls back in the sand, gasping for air, vaguely registering the stinging in his eyes and his throat. The boy, later identified as Byun Baekhyun, opens his eyes up at Chanyeol blearily and Chanyeol smiles down at him gratefully, wiping tears off of his own face.
Later, Jongin will recall the memory and poke fun at Chanyeol for crying, but all Chanyeol will remember of this day is blind terror, black water pressing him in on all sides, seeping into his lungs, and the first glimpse of Baekhyun's face underwater, upturned towards the surface as if he was simply admiring the rays of the hot summer sun.
for: noonanoodle
prompt: jinyoung owns a casino with rumored ties to numerous crime families and cnu is his right hand
wc: 484
Officer Cha leans further against his dark-tinted driver side window as he squints through the cover of night and attempts to make sense of the scene unfolding before his eyes. Approximately one block away, two prostitutes (or two young women dressed like prostitutes, he can never tell these days) are still arguing loudly and gesturing around themselves with sharp, angry jabs.
His partner perks up and tugs on his sleeve excitedly as the door to the renowned casino pops open and spills light onto the scene, illuminating the smeared mascara and spiked heels. A sharply-dressed young man with a deceptively sweet smile takes a step outside and interrupts the fight, breaking the two young ladies apart in record time. Officer Cha huffs to himself, shaking his head in disbelief, as the girls instead take either of the man's arms and head back inside with him without another word.
"He doesn't look like a crook," Officer Gong points out, batting his eyelashes as he sips loudly on his Big Gulp of root beer.
Officer Cha shoots his partner a look of reproval. "You're still pretty green. Why don't you leave the observations to someone who didn't just step out of the academy?"
Officer Gong pouts at him, struggling to work his oversized cup into the police unit's cup holder.
Inside the building, Jinyoung strolls out of the casino lobby after dumping the two women at the nearest poker table, straightening his suit jacket. He slips out of a well-concealed back entrance, wanders down a dimly lit corridor and steps into a back room.
"Sorry for the interruption," he says brightly, taking his seat beside Dongwoo.
Dongwoo levels a subtle look of concern at him and Jinyoung grasps his hand under the table, setting it onto his right knee.
"I think our negotiations are just about done, don't you?"
Junghwan arches one eyebrow at the smiling man. The look does little to unsettle Jinyoung, even though he is well aware Junghwan is supposed to be a very dangerous man. He isn't so clean-cut himself, after all. Beside him, Dongwoo clenches his grip, narrow eyes firm on every single person in the room. Jinyoung fears very little in life when his partner is at his side. The world may be a bit of a scary place with a job like Jinyoung's, but there aren't many crooks as terrifying as Shin Dongwoo.
"You've got yourself a deal," Junghwan finally nods, sliding a case Jinyoung knows to be full of hundred dollar bills over the table towards them.
"Fantastic," Jinyoung chirps, taking the briefcase. He watches as Junghwan gets to his feet and gestures for his men to file out of the room. "One last thing," he calls after them, catching Junghwan's attention. Jinyoung points his finger towards the lobby with a cheery tilt of his head. "Could you do me a favor and get the two uniforms off my block? I really don't like it when people stare."
for: yeollove
prompt: In which Ahn Jaehyo is a famous blogger
wc: 294w
Jaehyo blows on his steaming cup of tea as he settles down behind his bright blue laptop, smiling to himself as he opens his homepage. First, he checks his ever-growing pile of fanmail on his blog's e-mail account, responding fervently to all of his most dedicated fans and with his best clever retorts to the random hatemail here and there. Next, he heads over to his blog to respond to the comments left on his latest review of the new A-pink album, tittering to himself while he replies and scrolls.
He nearly goes cross-eyed when he spots a familiar username - nacseo92 - and coughs up some of his tea, pounding on his chest. nacseo92 has left comments on many of his reviews in the past and Jaehyo has come to refer to him as a troll with nothing better to do than to take every sentence Jaehyo types and turn it upside down, battering him with sarcasm and cruel remarks about his taste in music and his (totally not) small you-know-what.
This latest comment is short and simple, though not any kinder to Jaehyo's manhood.
nacseo92 (2012-07-13): lol, apink. figures someone like you would like them. try listening to real music like 2NE1, maybe your 8==D will get bigger. :)
Jaehyo hashes out an angry response about being judgmental and how dick jokes are still immature and completely unnecessary, finishing up by adding a line about liking 2NE1 as well, despite some of the more idiotic fans (hook, line and sinker!). He takes a few calming breaths, recalling his fans' advice about "not feeding the trolls", and then attempts a serene smile as he continues sipping at his tea.
Whatever, he thinks to himself, bringing his iTunes up and setting Hush on repeat. A-pink is still awesome.
for: noonaverse
prompt: harry potter/wizarding block b; pyo and zico get caught trying to blow up one of their professor's offices in the middle of the night
wc: 505
When a spare dungbomb goes off after falling out of Jihoon's robes, Jiho thwacks him over the head with his wand, the lumos light at the end flickering and going out from the impact. Jiho whispers the spell and once again the light comes on, illuminating Jihoon's sheepish face.
"Sorry," the fourth year whispers, scuffing his shoe on the ground.
Jiho looks around. It appears that they are still in the clear when no wandering prefects or professors start making their way over to punish them for late-night wandering. Even the House ghosts are leaving them be, busy with their own nighttime agendas, no doubt.
"Come on," Jiho whispers in return, lugging the heavy Potions textbook under one arm as they continue making their way towards the West Wing.
There is a brief moment of panic when the staircase begins to change on their journey and they have to make a mad dash for the next landing, stepping off just as the stairs disappear into the wall. Light, quick footsteps bring them to the wing holding all of the offices and Jihoon and Jiho sneak down the corridor until Jiho's wand alights on a particular golden name plaque: Professor Snape.
Jihoon immediately sets to work, taking the Potions textbook and flipping it open to the appropriate chapter. Jiho begins to work as a guard, keeping watch over the empty corridor while the younger boy pulls his potions set out of his bag. Despite Professor Snape's horrible grading system, which had somehow determined both Jiho's and Jihoon's potion brewing skills unacceptable for his class the day before, Jihoon is actually quite a brilliant wizard. Jihoon has even taken to practicing his brewing by researching the more high-leveled and dangerous potions on his own and concocting various mixtures in his dormitory while the other Gryffindors were sleeping.
It is one of these potions that he works on presently, quick fingers flying through the familiar motions, adding and mixing just the right amounts to offer the desired end result of a perfect, acid-green, brightly colored Exploding Potion. Jiho peers over his shoulder once the potion is finished, faced washed in the luminous green light.
"Good job," Jiho breathes, patting Jihoon on the shoulder.
Jihoon beams back through the darkness, glad for the fifth year's approval, and then his face falls as a familiar dry, scratchy clearing of the throat sounds out of the dark from behind them.
Jihoon and Jiho both turn their heads slowly to peer back over their shoulders, eyes comically wide, an appropriate amount of guilt and disbelief dashed across their features. Professor Snape crouches slightly to admire the glowing potion at their feet.
"Very good, Mr. Pyo," Snape relents with the tiniest quirk of his flat expression, regarding the younger of the two with his monotone drawl. "If you would simply apply the same genius with which you engage in rule-breaking to my class, perhaps you could have mastered your Invigoration Draught last class period."
Jihoon tries to smile, fluffed up by the high praise, until the professor opens his mouth again.
"Ten points from Gryffindor."