December 10, 1884 — Mahoutokoro Quidditch Pitch & (later) the Palace, Japan (15 yrs, 5th year)
December at Maho was almost as frigid as Joseon. Where Japan as a whole was a little more temperate this time of year than back home, the side of the mountain the school had been nestled upon made it all that much chillier, bringing frost and even snow on the rare occasion— much to Jin’s very irritable chagrin. He still employed the majority of his time out doors, seeing as the less people there were to poke fun or make comments about him the better, but it did make for a much colder experience. Recently, Moon-ssi had insisted upon helping him learn (and practice) the fundamentals of quidditch which was all fine and dandy but the pitch was over the tumultuous waters of the Japanese sea. Jin was sure one of these days his soul would simply decide to leave his body behind and he’d turn into a sad gwishin, frozen to death.Trotting out in the direction of the pitch, Jin tugged his many layers closer to himself. He’d bundled beyond what was likely practical for fluid movement, but it was certainly better than the alternative. He turned over their recent lessons in his mind, and hummed to himself.
When it came to quidditch, Jin knew the basics. He could follow a quidditch game and understood all the rules from a theoretical, conceptual perspective— but he didn’t play for the school team so he’d never really managed to get the hang of it in the air. He much preferred to race around and simply exist on a broom, free from rules and constraints. But he also appreciated his friend’s affinity for the game and so learning to play within the rules was the least he could do. (Sometimes he liked to think that if it ever came down to it and he'd been forced to choose, he’d have wanted to be a seeker. They had the most fun job and he was lithe but quick. Stealthy, as Moon-ssi had once called him.) It was not his favorite pastime, but even Jin could admit he was rather gifted at it. Being good at something then leant itself to making one enjoy that thing all the more.
He’d told Moon-ssi they could meet after he swung by and handed in a (late) Sigilcraft assignment. Seonsaengnim had been impressed by his effort; not his timing. As he approached now and scanned for his friend, Jin slowed his pace and tucked his nose into his outer robes. Ssi-bal it was freeing. He wished he’d thought to bring a nambawi or beg Abeoji to buy him one of the Western-style scarves some of their Japanese peers sometimes wore. Though— Jin supposed he knew how that would go, so he wasn't holding his breath.
Ahn-Bo Jeong & muse song
* nambawi = a type of traditional Korean winter hat worn by both men and women during the Joseon period for protection against the cold
* nambawi = a type of traditional Korean winter hat worn by both men and women during the Joseon period for protection against the cold
“don't ask 'what are we?'”
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* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.




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