When you open your mouth and a Scottish accent comes out, people are surprised. You speak English really well, they say, and you nod politely as if your first words hadn’t been some form of ‘mum’ like 99% of the Hogwarts population. It gets better after a while—eleven year olds don’t really care where you’re from, as long as you’re nice and share your Honeydukes packages—so when the Beauxbatons delegation arrives your fifth year and that strange new potato dish appears on the table, you and Marietta Edgecombe, who’s also from Scotland, laugh and tell everyone that stovies are nothing new, really.
Still, that night when Roger Davies coaxes you to sneak up to the Astronomy Tower with him, he calls you exotic. You call him silly. Your grandparents are Chinese, but you have lived in Scotland all your life. Yet you follow him to the Astronomy Tower anyway, and let his ice blue eyes slide over your body because, for once, having porcelain skin and jet black hair makes you beautiful instead of just abnormal. For a while, at least, you are exotic.
Those Beauxbaton girls are exotic too, though, especially the girl with flowing blonde hair Davies fawns over all the way to the Yule Ball. You take that news unexpectedly well. Deep inside, you always knew you couldn’t compete with a Beauxbaton girl. They are French, and that’s the kind of exotic Hogwarts boys really want.
Except the Hufflepuff one, the one with grey eyes you had a crush on back in third year. Cedric Diggory, from Ottery St. Catchpole. He finds you by the lake, takes you aside under a beech tree as your friends giggle in the background, and shyly asks if you will go the Yule Ball with him. He shouldn’t be this shy. He needn’t be shy at all, because ‘yes’ tumbles out of your mouth with no reservation. He is so very handsome.
And good. And sweet. So deliciously, blithely sweet. He kisses you unexpectedly your first date at Madame Puddifoot’s Teashop, and then again in the alleyway behind Zonko’s. When you come up for breath and take a peak at this boy who makes your nerves tingle, his eyes remain closed as his lips reach for another taste.
While playing the “Open-pass” game in the variety show “The Genius”, Park Eunji found out grandpa gyu’s master plan (of having the back of the cards in 3 different colors, enabling him to know which card was which and win the game). He then immediately became grumpy-gyu…
“It is a tacky color. I will not allow our bathroom to be such a horrible shade of orange!” Dedede frowned at the Dreamland Knight. “I don’t see the problem. I like orange!” Meta Knight sighed. “You can have it be orange, but NOT FLORESCENT ORANGE! How about a soft shade like creamcicle or fall breeze?” Meta Knight leaned forward and took a sip from his straw of their shared milk shake. “Alright. As long as it is orange.” Dedede gave and then leaned in to also take a sip. “Now about those bed curtains…” Dedede frowned again. “I like ‘em. They’re stayin’.” “Either they go or I go Your Majesty!” Waddle Dees tiptoed around the arguing couple. What they didn’t get is why The King didn’t just admit he and the Knight were together instead of this silly “We’re just friends” nonsense.
Based on the Anon that said Meta and Dedede were thought to be together before they started actually dating.
No young man, no matter how great, can know his destiny. He cannot glimpse his part in the great story that is about to unfold. Like everyone, he must live and learn. And so it will be for the young warlock arriving at the gates of Camelot. A boy that will, in time, father the legend. His name: Merlin.
I think one of my favorite things about San Fransokyo is the fact that cherry blossoms seem to be the standard tree life around the city (lol). . I think Tadashi would be one to stroll around in the brisk-but-getting-warmer weather during this time.
I think people like my pencil sketches more than my finished colored pieces (lol), so I’m sharing this early. I plan to color it traditionally and I’m quite excited (my first traditional piece in MONTHS. phew).