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early-autumnflower-microfics · 6 months ago

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Day at Diagon Part 1

@earlyautumnflowermicrofics @ravenwordss Beginning of Sixth Year, features August as a Squib.

“‘Advanced Potion Making by Libacius Borange’: that’ll be near the stairs in the ‘B’ section, right?” Florean looks up from the lengthy scroll he’s reading aloud -positively ginormous if you ask him, the Hogwarts shopping list seems to grow every year- to peer triumphantly at his boyfriend.

August meets his gaze with raised eyebrows, perfectly framing multi-coloured eyes that sparkle with humour as he shakes his head. “Wrong again, Flo. We have NEWTs this year, remember? There’s a specific section up the back for those textbooks.”

Florean whines. “Remind me why I’m doing NEWTs again?”

His sulking elicits a low giggle from August, who rolls his eyes at his boyfriend’s dramatics. His own trolley is piled with teetering stacks of NEWT editions, likely covering every subject Florean can possibly name.

“Because all renowned magical ice cream connoisseurs excelled at potions which means it’s an important subject for your future endeavours. Besides, you love potions.”

“But I hate studying!” Florean whirls around, searching Flourish & Blotts until he spots the required section and heads towards it.

Once he’s located and snatched up his advanced edition, he looks around for August, who has clearly gotten distracted along the way and now seems to be whispering earnestly to a low-hanging chandelier.

He simply glows in magical shops, comes to life in such a way that someone who didn’t know better would say magic was infused in his very bones. It was, Florean would argue, just not in the way most close-minded wizards could even begin to understand.

Even now there are a couple of patrons snickering in his direction, moreso parents than any fellow Hogwarts students. Luckily August is usually too caught up with other things to notice, preventing the looks from having any effect and giving Florean the chance to glare at the perpetrators without his boyfriend scolding him about ‘fighting useless battles’.

August concludes his conversation with the chandelier, nodding vehemently in agreement and whispering farewell as he hurries to catch up with Florean.

He seems to float inexplicably across the floor, robes fluttering behind him as if commanded by a levitating charm. Florean knows its not just his infatuation with his boyfriend either; young witches and wizards with no concept of prejudice look up at him in awe as he glides by.

Luckily, waiting in line and purchasing their book brings no extra trouble and soon the two boys find themselves stumbling out onto the bustling street. Every inch of cobblestone is packed with people, from first-years bubbling with unbridled enthusiasm to overwhelmed seniors hurrying to fulfil their surely overwhelming list of supplies.

The atmosphere in Diagon Alley is identical to the years before: eager shop owners promoting their wares with charmed megaphones, parents yelling in vain for children to stay close as they inevitably get swallowed up by the crowds, delighted shouts as eager friends find themselves reunited, and a gaggle of frazzled seventeen year olds practising their newly permitted public magic with alarmingly varied results.

Florean ducks as a stray Giggling Firework hisses past his ear and explodes against the wall in a shower of sparks and disembodied laughter.

Luckily their next destination is only sixty metres down the street, and the pair bravely dive into the sea of pointy elbows and rustling robes. Only a few steps on Florean halts at the shopfront of Honeydukes, enticed by the sugary scent wafting from its displays as his eyes eagerly peruse the colourful array of sweets.

Licorice Wands, Sugar Quills, Fizzing Whi- wait, Fizzing Whizzbees! Florean freezes before breaking into an excited grin. Who wouldn’t want to taste that on an ice cream cone?

“August!” He runs to catch up to his boyfriend, who has wandered a few shops onwards and is lingering in front of an ornately decorated window.

Ollivander’s.

Florean’s excitement is doused instantly as he slows to a tentative walk, reaching August’s side just in time to see Ollivander look up from where he’s helping a young boy choose what is likely his very first wand.

When his gaze lands on August Ollivander’s glowing smile fades in an instant, sparkling eyes freezing over to level his son with a piercing stare filled with icy disappointment. Florean hears a sharp intake of air next to him, followed by a shuddering exhale as August resolutely holds his father’s gaze.

“August.” It’s said quietly now, barely a whisper as Florean rests a gentle hand on his shoulder and pulls him away into the crowd. “Come on.” He guides August out of the hustle and into one of the many alleyways, where he folds the lightly trembling boy into a tight hug.

When he pulls away August’s eyes are sparkling with unshed tears, reflecting from the pale silver of his left eye that’s identical but so different to the icy gaze from before.

“You okay?”

August nods, scrubbing at his face in a quick motion. “Yeah. Just unexpected, you know?” He hurriedly continues at Florean’s worried frown. “I’ll be fine. I just need something to get my mind off it, I think.”

“Of course.” Florean thinks for a moment. “Fancy a visit to Gambol & Japes?”

August’s face lights up immediately at the mention of the famous joke shop. “Always.”

“One more hug first!” The alleyway is filled with delighted giggles as Florean quickly pulls his lovely boyfriend into his chest.

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early-autumnflower-microfics · 6 months ago

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august x florean fic | 703 words | @earlyautumnflowermicrofics @batsybaz | i wrote this at like 2am pls go easy on me lol

“Here you are, one chocolate cone with caramel drizzle, miss.” Florean smiled fondly at the young girl, who was giggling with glee, a plastic spoon clutched between her tiny hands. Her parent placed a handful of sickles on the countertop, and the door swung as they left with the ice cream, a merry chime ringing out from the shop bell.

Florean didn’t look up from the napkins he was restocking, thinking he should probably send someone to fetch more at the rate they were all being taken at. After two months, he still couldn’t believe the success of his shop; what had started out as a mere pipe dream and a love for sweets had turned into Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, hailed as the best ice cream shop in Diagon Alley. It wasn’t much of an exaggeration—Florean wasn’t usually one to brag, but his ice cream was pretty good, if he did say so himself.

Someone nervously cleared their throat in front of the counter. “Um… hi! I’d like to order, please.”

Startled, Florean straightened up and attempted his best ‘I’m a good shop owner’ look, but all hopes of that shot out the door when he saw how cute the customer was. Like, cute cute. He had soft brown curls and an adorable gap between his front teeth, and he was a little shorter than Florean, just the perfect height for him to kiss, and oh, Merlin; he was done for.

Far too late, Florean realized he had been staring at the boy through his gay crisis and gave himself a mental shake. Oh, Alice would be laughing her arse off at him if she was here, but Florean had sent her to a nearby shop for milk earlier, just to get a break from his sister. “Sorry about that. Your order?”

“Oh, yeah! Uh, strawberry, please. In a cup, with sprinkles. Please. Thank you.”

He smiled. A total green flag. “I love strawberries!”

“I know!” At Florean’s knitted eyebrows, the boy scrambled to explain himself. “I— I mean, I meant to say that everyone loves strawberry ice cream. Sorry.”

Florean laughed and reached for the scoop. “That’s okay, no need to apologize.” As he prepared the boy's ice cream, they continued to chatter away, lost in their own little bubble of happiness. he learnt that the boy's name was August and that he was a painter with a shop of his own just down the road, which he might or might not have planned to visit later that week. Florean tried to slow down his hands to draw out their conversation for a little longer, but muscle memory took over and all too soon, he was holding out a strawberry cone with sprinkles across the counter. "Your order, August."

He beamed and reached out for the ice cream, and for the briefest moment, their fingers brushed against each other. Both boys ducked their heads to stare intensely at the ground, and if Florean's burning face was anything to go by, August was probably blushing like crazy over there as well. August fumbled in his pocket awkwardly, the ice cream held precariously in the other hand, and held out some money, but Florean pushed it away, determined to woo the boy if it took his last breath. "You should keep it. It's on the house."

"No… I couldn't…"

Florean only shook his head and bent down to scribble something on the back of a scrap of paper. "Your receipt!" He said, deciding to ignore the sickles in the other boy’s hand, and handed the paper to August, who took it with a confused smile.

"My receipt? But I didn't even…" All signs of protest left his mouth as he saw what was written on it. "Oh, Florean…"

He turned away to deal with the line of customers that had somehow appeared when he was talking with August, stopping only to give him a quick wink.

Busy dealing with a mob of people wanting a break from the ruthless summer sun outside, Florean missed how bright and warm August’s eyes were, staring down at a messy scrawl of numbers, along with a little heart and a message: Call me.

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early-autumnflower-microfics · 6 months ago

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I was thinking about a microfic blog today I love this! Super excited to spam this with little Autumnflower snippets 😊.

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early-autumnflower-microfics · 6 months ago

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Harry’s Trip To Fortescue’s || Microfic 1,867 Words

Harry was sure that when he stepped into The Leaky and saw the minister, his wand would be immediately snapped. He was surprised to see that not only was he forgiven, he wasn’t even being punished or made to go back to the Dursleys! He had thanked whatever God out there for that one. Uncle Vernon would beat him into next century if he saw Harry any time soon.

But he couldn’t bring himself to regret his actions. Aunt Marge was talking bad about his mother, the only woman who had ever been kind to him. Showed him unconditional love, gave her life for his. So he would not apologize or be sorry.

The minister had told him that there was a madman after him. A man who was supposed to be his godfather, but had sold his parents out to Voldemort. Which was quite irritating to listen to. If anything, staying in Diagon Alley wouldn’t provide protection. It would just make it easier for him to be kidnapped or killed by the man.

But Harry would take what he was given. He smiled and thanked him. He put his things away and got his homework out. Then with his newfound freedom, he did the thing any thirteen year old would love to do. He went to the Ice Cream Parlor.

Walking in, he was greeted by a middle aged man, with a slight gap in his teeth and straw blonde hair. He wore it up in a ponytail with a hairnet over it. He had kind eyes that bore straight into his soul. Like the man could see exactly what Harry had been through. The man smiled at him anyway.

Harry walked up to the counter, timidly holding his essays and his last few Galleons.

“What can I get for you, Topolino?” He asked as he sat his work down, giving Harry his undivided attention.

“I don’t- I don’t know. I’ve never had ice cream before. I was just hoping for a place to do my homework. I don’t really want to be alone right now. Dudley’s favorite is that rainbow colored one though. It always smelled nice.” Harry started fiddling with his fingers and not looking him in the eye.

The man seemed to ponder Harry for a minute, then he tutted and turned to grab a bowl.

“Alrighty kiddo. Why don’t you just grab a seat, or you could come sit with me behind the counter, and I’ll sow you how to make a chocolate sundae. Would you like that?” He smiled at Harry as the child nodded. Then he sat on a stool and watched as the man made a chocolate sundae.

“My name is Harry.” He picked up a quill to work on his divination essay.

“Mine is Florean Fortescue. It’s nice to meet you.” He scoops a large ball of vanilla ice cream and plopped it in the bowl.

“Nice to meet you too.” Harry responded politely, watching him scoop another.

Harry turns back to his homework, but after a few minutes of staring at the parchment, willing anything to write, he sighs and places his hands above his head, scratching his left pinky.

“Say, why does a child who looks to be thirteen never enter an ice cream parlor before today?” Florean mused as he handed a malt to another customer.

“When I was eleven, I was too busy admiring the fact that I was a wizard to want ice cream. And then when I was twelve I accidentally ended up in Knockturn Alley. Besides the Weasleys were on a time limit. I didn’t want to bother them. I don’t think I had enough for any ice cream after anyway.” Harry places his quill down to watch Florean go back to the sundae.

Florean paused for a second, but then put sprinkles on the ice cream, then chocolate syrup, and a cherry. Then he turned and handed it to Harry.

“Thank you sir, how much do I owe you?” Florean waved him off.

“That’s on the house. I put the sprinkles on before the chocolate sauce. I can’t sell that. Just enjoy it kiddo so you can get your homework done.” Florean walked over to the sink and started washing dishes.

“Thank you sir.” Harry turned back to his parchment, writing only ‘Palm reading is a basic form of fortune telling,’ before giving up and turning back to Florean.

“Do you know who Sirius Black is?” This made Florean drop a cup back in the sink.

“Yes, we used to have interloping friend groups in Hogwarts.” Harry watched him take a few breaths.

“So you went to Hogwarts with my parents?” Harry was just a ball of excitement. No one ever told him much about his parents. Mostly just told him how he was like his father.

“Lily was one of my friends. James and his little group, not so much. They didn’t much care for Slytherins.” Florean waved a soapy hand around.

“You’re a Slytherin?” Harry’s face twisted in a little confusion.

“Yep, was a year above Sirius’ little brother. Was quite close to him and his friends.” Florean sighed as he looked back on his school days.

“Really? Were you and my mother good friends?” Harry walked over to him and picked up the soapy dishes and started rinsing them.

“We weren’t the best of friends, no that title went to Emmeline Vance. A Hufflepuff in our year. But I knew her well enough to tell you that I already see a lot of her in you. My twin sister was a better friend to Lily. I wish she could tell you more.” At his words Harry looked at the man with huge doe eyes.

“Really? Everyone tells me that I have my mother’s eyes. But that’s all they ever say about her. They don’t tell me anything else. Just that she was the smartest witch of her generation.” The boy was practically vibrating, but he still rinsed the dishes.

“Lily was smart, that’s for sure. But the only thing that set her apart from anyone else was her common sense. See, being muggleborn she had an outside look on life most of us didn’t get.

“And you don’t just have Lily’s eyes, you have her mannerisms. She used to bite the end of her quill when thinking. She also had chapped lips from sticking her tongue out when working with her hands. She would also set her hands on top of her head and scratch her left pinky with her right hand. Odd trait, but you have it.”

“Wow… Do you know why everyone says Sirius Black is hunting me?” Florean sighed before answering.

“I don’t believe he’s after you, Topolino. Sirius Black considers the Potters his family. Got disowned and gave up everything for them. He wouldn’t turn them over like that. He’s the most loyal person I’ve ever met. If he’s back, he’s not looking for you.” He places a soapy hand on Harry’s head.

“That’s a relief. You said you were in Slytherin? How come you’re scooping ice cream and not a death eater?” Harry pushes the soapy hand off of his head.

“Slytherins weren’t the only followers of You-Know-Who. I know several Gryffindors who followed him, along with people from the other houses. Regulus Black was one, but he saw through it. He died betraying You-Know-Who. Most of the Slytherins who joined him were forced my parents who went to school with him.”

“But Hagrid told me that there wasn’t a wizard in that house that didn’t go bad, and Malfoy’s a right prat.” Florean scoffed at Harry’s words.

“Hagrid is a bit hypocritical, don’t you think? He was one. A Slytherin, I mean. And that Malfoy fellow, why do you think he’s a right prat?”

“Well, it started in first year, we were getting fitted for our school robes, and he insulted Hagrid. Hagrid saved me from the Dursleys and that hurt. But then on the train he insulted my first ever friend. So when tried to shake my hand, I told him no thanks.” Harry waved his arms around in frustration.

“Ooh, see? I’ve found your problem. There is a lot of undue hate towards impure people in amongst the pure bloods. I’m not saying it’s correct, but he was eleven. He was probably repeating something his father said.

“But you’re true problem is when you turned away his hand. In your culture, it is okay to turn away someone’s hand that you don’t like. But here, you can’t do that. Especially among young heirs. You essentially told him to get out of your face, you’re better than him. Your magical guardian should have taught you customs. Harry, the things you said have me thinking. Did you know you were a wizard before Hogwarts?”

“No sir, Hagrid told me when he came to pick me up to take me to Diagon Alley.” Florean sighed again and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“This is a problem. I’ll take you to Gringotts after I close up shop for the night. When do you have to be back with your guardians?”

“Not until next summer, sir.” This startled Florean. There was no one watching this child while they think a murderer is targeting him?

“So there is no one watching you?”

“No sir, I’m staying at the Leaky.”

Before Florean can respond to that, Xenophilius and Luna Lovegood enter the store. Luna stops to stand beside Harry while Xeno leans in and kisses Florean. Harry stops and stares at them.

“Wait, you can do that?” Harry asks, voice full of confusion.

“Do what?” Florean turned toward Harry once more. Xeno still holding onto his hips.

“Two men can kiss?” Harry looks at Luna, who just nods.

“Two men can do more than just kiss. They can get married too.” Florean and Xeno hold up their green and blue wedding bands.

“And it doesn’t make you a freak?” This makes Florean’s heart stop in his throat.

“Salazar no! Who told you that?” Florean places a hand over his heart.

“Uncle Vernon. He says Wizards and The Gays and cripples are all freaks. He says I’m a freak.” Luna places her hands on Harry’s shoulders, rubbing in small circles.

“Oh dear. Harry, you aren’t a freak. You will never be a freak.” Florean places both his hands on the side of Harry’s face. Rubbing his thumbs over his cheeks.

“But-”

“Harry, our mothers dated for years in Hogwarts. Our mothers aren’t freaks.” Luna states, less dreamily than normal.

“No they aren’t. So it’s not bad if I feel that way?” Luna rubs her nose on his cheek.

“No, that’s perfectly normal.” She turns and spins away. Grabbing Harry’s melting sundae and proceeds to eat it.

“I finished up early at The Quibbler. Do you want me to watch your shop for you? Luna said you needed an extra long lunch break.” Xeno walked over and started washing the dishes. Florean turned back to Harry.

“Okay, Topolino. I am not comfortable leaving you in England’s biggest shopping district by yourself. Would you mind staying with me and my family?” He asks as Harry nods his approval.

Heya! If you made it this far, thank you for reading. This is for you, @yourlocalbadgerscales just like ya asked for. Promised you it’s be done by tonight and I delivered! I might make this my first chapter, but I’m better at typing on a computer than my phone. Also, Tumblr deleted my writing, like three times! So I wrote it on google docs. Anyway, Florean didn’t outright say it, but his Twin sister is Alice. He looks just like Neville. Also, I decided that he was going to take Harry under his wing. We need more Marauders Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Slytherins (in the marauder’s year) so a Ravenclaw Xeno and a Slytherin Fortescue. I am so excited! Please reblog so this becomes a popular marauders-cannon!

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early-autumnflower-microfics · 6 months ago

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so... i may have Done A Thing while i couldn't sleep at 2am last night:

yes it is messy and i don't like it that much, i might redraw it digitally later. but for now here you go @yourlocalbadgerscales @floreanfortescuetruther :D

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early-autumnflower-microfics · 6 months ago

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He never knew when to stop. Florean was a giver. Students knew when they were upset, he would be there for them. And give out free ice cream. He’d constantly take care of other’s, putting their needs before his own. He didn’t think he had many needs, anyways.

Sitting in the Ravenclaw common room, bouncing his leg and trying to get his work done. But he just couldn’t concentrate. He needed to write a paper on… Oh Merlin knows what the herb was. He couldn’t even remember, and he was already a paragraph in his homework. Florean was a smart boy, one of the top of his class next to the boyfriend, August, and hardly ever had trouble with his homework. Normally, he’d get it done quicker than it was handed out.

But he just couldn’t.

“What’s wrong, love?” August asked, walking over to the boy sitting on the couch, putting his arm on the back of the couch, looking at his shorter boyfriend’s homework assignment. “Oh is that the unicorn hair assignment?” It wasn’t even a fucking herb he was writing on. “You’re looking in the herb section..it will be in..” he hummed, flipping through the pages of the text book, “magical creatures hair, feathers and claws.”

Florean lifted his fingers up to rub the bridge of his nose, looking to the clock on the wall and sighing as the time read 6:43. He’d been looking at his assignment for more than hour and had hardly gotten much done. “I’m fine..” he whispered, balling up his parchment and starting a new one, where he’d actually know the ingredient. “I just..can’t focus very well..”

August knew something was wrong..he was wonderful in potions class. “What’s on your mind?” He said, reaching his hand up and running his fingers through his boyfriend’s curly brown hair which sprouted from his caramel colored skin.

“It’s nothing I- I just need to..”

“Florean..” August murmured, “you can’t just disregard your own feelings… if you can’t concentrate..” he said, reaching over and pushing the assignment away. “then let’s talk about it..you matter just as much as anyone else. And even more to me.”

“I got a letter..from my father this morning.. my mother has fallen ill.. and-“

August hated to see him like this, and he’d been keeping it inside all day. He held his arms out for him and gave him a gentle hug, “you have two more days to do this assignment..let’s just go back to the dorm. Yeah? We’ll talk about it in bed. Just let me take care of you…you do so much for other’s..you deserve a break.”

“Okay..” Florean said, taking a gentle sigh out his nose, feeling a little weight lift off his shoulders. “Thank you..” he murmured, standing up and leaning into him to head to the dorm.

“That’s just what I’m here for. No need to thank..” he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead, lacing his fingers to hold his boyfriend’s hand and leading him up the steps to Floreans dorm. “After you let it all out..let’s get ice cream..”

“I love ice cream.”

“I know, love.”

( @yourlocalbadgerscales requested ship! We should figure out a ship name! Maybe something like florist? Because Flor(ean) - (Aug)ust

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early-autumnflower-microfics · 6 months ago

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Stopping by the ice cream shop had always been one of Florean’s favorite parts about Hogsmede. Trying every flavor on the menu, finding what toppings mix the best and after a year, creating his perfect cup of ice cream. But it wasn’t just the ice cream now.. it was that boy. That boy who always came by the ice cream place. Each time he got the same vanilla scoop, asking for a cherry and sprinkles. Florean sat in the same window spot, this boy was never in the same seat. But didn’t dare to move to Florean’s table for two. Occupied by one.

One day, Florean finally found the courage to introduce himself to this boy, sitting in front of him and setting his cup of slightly melted strawberry ice cream on the table, topped with chocolate chips and coconut shavings that licked the bottom of his cup. “Hello” he smiled, “I’m Florean.”

“August” the blond boy said with a smile, his eyes hiding when he grinned, and a little gap between his front teeth that sent butterflies surging in Florean’s stomach. He ran his fingers through his hair and took a spoon out of his vanilla ice cream, digging a few sprinkles into his mouth.

“Well it’s nice to meet you” Florean said with a soft smile, “I’ve noticed you come here often?” He had twinge of Italian to his voice, traveling all the way to the UK when he got his Hogwarts letter.

“I do actually, I love it here. Even though I get the same thing each time. I just.. love the wall paintings… and how homey ice cream shops are. I think they’re wonderful date spots.” August had said, looking up to Florean, a drizzle of blush on his cheeks. “I wouldn’t mind coming here with you next time.”

Now..Florean doesn’t think he knows what he has to look forward to more..August who’d asked him on a date or the ice cream. This boy might be his new favorite part about Hogsmede.

( I’m hopping on the Florean Fortescue train😋 @yourlocalbadgerscales )

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early-autumnflower-microfics · 6 months ago

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Autumnflower/Florean x August microfic ~ Red gloves

My main account is @yourlocalbadgerscales, I post microfics on @slitherpuffinstories! :3

Florean loved summer. And he hated autumn with a passion. He loved eating ice-cream in the warmth of the sun, he loved feeling the hotness from it on his cheeks as he tilted his head to face the endless blue sky. He loved the coolness of his father’s homemade ice-cream on his tongue as he sat and enjoyed the summer while it lasted.

But when July passed and autumn came, and the cold was on his skin all of a sudden, making his cheeks hurt if he sat outside for too long… when autumn came and made the world dull and grey and wet and cold, cold… ugh, how Florean hated it. The cold weather in the UK was torture for him.

So to be completely honest, he had no idea what had possessed him to step out the door today. He stood next to the road outside of his house, staring gloomily at the cloudy sky, indecisive of where to go. When he looked to his left, he saw a red glove on the empty, lifeless branch of a bush. He tilted his head and went to grab it. Florean held it in his own gloved hands, not sure what to do with it. So he pocketed it for now.

Suddenly, a voice was calling for him. Or someone, at least. He didn’t hear his name, just a slight panting and a “Hey! Hey, you over there!”. He turned around and was met by the sight of a boy his age, running towards him.

“Hey… I’m so sorry to bother you…” The boy seemed out of breath. Florean blinked and smiled carefully at him, letting him take his time. He hadn’t seen this boy before, or at least he couldn’t recall ever meeting him. Would probably remember if I had, he caught himself thinking.

The boy was wearing a red hat with a knitted little ball on top of it, under which a few strands of sandy blond hair poked out, stuck to his forehead. When the boy looked up, Florean noted that his eyes were a greyish shade of blue, like the darkest of clouds that had formed on the sky just now. The owner of said eyes flashed a tiny smile at him, revealing a little gap between his front teeth. The words Florean had meant to utter were caught in his throat, and suddenly he himself seemed short of breath.

“Er, I was wondering, since you stood here… have you seen a red glove lying around? I must have dropped it as I stood here earlier today, and now I can’t find it.” The boy looked past Florean’s shoulder. “Ah, I can’t see it… darn it. I’m really freezing.” He held up the hands that he had kept in his pocket until now, showing off the one gloved hand and a bare one. “It’s so cold today, isn’t it? I usually love autumn, I love the colours of the leaves and how they crunch when I walk on them, and summer is way too hot for me anyways. Oh, am I ranting again? Mum always say I do. I’m August, by the way. August Ollivander. Did you say your name yet? I seem to have forgotten it already, if you did.”

Florean had never felt more warm and fuzzy, not even in summertime. He smiled. For a boy who usually used to rant just as much as any kid, he was awfully quiet. He licked his lips and blinked a few times.

“I’m… I’m Florean. Fortescue.” He smiled warmly. “Nice to meet you, August.”

He was suddenly aware of the red glove he had in his pocket. He clutched his hand around it, but for some reason, he didn’t feel like giving it back just yet. So he pulled his hand out again and held it out for August to shake.

“I like Autumn too”, he lied. “Especially August.” That didn’t feel like a lie.

August smiled even bigger and took his hand, shaking it using his bare hand. It was pale but red at his fingertips.

“We could keep looking for your glove, if you like?”, Florean asked. “Or… we could go home to my place and get you warm again. My mum wouldn’t mind at all, she’ll be thrilled! I was just going home anyways, to eat ice-cream. I live right here.” He nodded towards the house right next to them. August’s eyes flickered over to the house and then back to Florean.

“Yeah, sure!” He laughed softly. “But ice-cream? In this weather? I usually only eat ice-cream in the summer, you know.”

“Oh, well”, Florean shrugged. “My dad says that you can eat ice-cream whenever, and I agree with him. At least you can eat the ice-cream he makes whenever. It’s so good! I promise you.”

August’s eyes widened.

“I knew that I recognised the name Fortescue!”

The two boys made their way towards the house as they spoke. August told Florean about the one time when he was eleven and his dad, a famous wandmaker, had made him find himself his own wand from the shop and had trashed the whole place while trying, and as Florean laughed his heart out, August took his hand and pulled him towards the house more eagerly. It wasn’t what Florean was used to when it came to friends, but he didn’t have the heart to pull away, not even as they entered the house and called for his mom to come to the door.

The rest of the day, Florean caught himself sighing softly, a big grin plastered across his face, every time August looked over at him and smiled at him, his freckly nose all wrinkled up.

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early-autumnflower-microfics · 6 months ago

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Drarry AU microfic, feat. Fortescue x August Ollivander ~ Ice-cream

Florean had noticed it very quickly.

“Hey, Auggie. August! That boy over there, sitting with Harry, has he always been there?”

His boyfriend August approached him, grinning while rolling his eyes. His pierced eyebrow was relaxed, which meant that he was in a good mood. That didn’t stop him from being an arse, though.

“Of bloody course he hasn’t always been there, Florie.”

“Oh, you know what I meant!”

“No, he certainly hasn’t, now that you mention.” August came closer and took a look out the little window to the ice-cream bar. He put a hand on Florean’s shoulder and looked excited as he turned around to smile at him. “They’re sitting really close, don’t you think?”

“That boy looks like you, August!” Florian chuckled. “The blond hair, the eyes… although you only have one.”

August did, in fact, have two eyes. But only one eye that was blue. He blinked slowly at the sun, like a cat, and peeked out again. Only his brown eye was visible to Florean from this angle.

“You’re right. He does look a little like me! Only sixteen, and Harry already has good taste in men!”

Florean scoffed, nudging his boyfriend’s shoulder. “We have ice-cream to sell.”

“We have no customers except those two lovebirds anyway!”

Florean rolled his eyes and leaned onto August’s shoulder, closing his eyes.

“If I’m right and that is the Malfoy boy that Harry has been talking about, he surely has a lot more in common with me than just looks”, said August softly.

“Florean! Get over here! Harry just dropped his ice-cream!”

“Did he catch it in time?” Florean rushed over to the window, looking worried.

“Yeah, but that’s not the point, get over here now!”

“I am here!”

“Look, then!”

Harry, the boy Florean had grown to treasure the most after his boyfriend, had just straightened his back and leaned against the bench he was sitting on, holding the cup of ice-cream in his palm. Florean let out a sigh of relief, but he quickly breathed in again as Harry turned to face the blond boy, Draco, and smiled at him. Lo and behold, the other boy smiled back. Just a quick smile, then he turned his face down.

Florean was reached by a distant “Are you… laughing, Malfoy?”, and he saw the blond boy shake his head a few times, still laughing.

It was a drastic change to what Florean had witnessed a few weeks ago, when a grumpy blond boy he’d never seen but heard a lot about sat down in front of Harry at his favourite table, slamming his hand next to Harry’s open schoolbook.

“Am I imagining this, or does that look exactly like when you and I became friends years and years ago?”, Florian teased, and August’s head snapped up.

“I did not blush like that. Ever.”

“Well, my memory must be playing tricks on me then.”

Harry and Draco were blissfully unaware that anyone was watching them. So they kept meeting up at the ice-cream bar, day after day.

“Oh Merlin, this is the best one yet!”

Draco rolled his eyes. “It’s an ice-cream, Potter. Why so excited?”

“This flavour is the best. I don’t even know what I took, I just snatched something from the van. I love the colour!”

Draco watched him in silence as he kept talking.

“… here, do you want to taste it?” Harry held up a spoonful of his ice-cream to Draco’s face. Draco wrinkled his nose.

“That’s your spoon, Harry. I’m not exchanging germs with you.”

“Suit yourself. You’ll have to offer me your own spoon, then.”

“Well then my germs will still be in your ice-cream.”

“Don’t be such a wuss”, Harry said dramatically, snatching Draco’s spoon from his own cup of vanilla ice-cream. “It’s some sort of fruit. I don’t know which one. Go on”, ha said as he took a scoop and held up the spoon again. “Taste it! I swear it’s worth it!”

Draco leaned back a bit. “I’ll take the spoon myself, thanks. You don’t need to feed me.”

Harry grimaced. “You’re so grumpy today. You’re no fun.” Then he tilted his head, and his grin widened. He reached forward, still holding the spoon full of colourful ice-cream in his hand. Draco stared, not sure what to do.

Harry glanced down at the spoon and up again, scooting across the bench to be even closer to Draco than before. Draco still didn’t move, just kept his eyes locked on Harry’s own. When Harry’s hand with the spoon were close enough for Draco to reach out and eat the ice-cream, he suddenly reached out and steered it aside. Harry’s eyes widened.

They were both quiet, so quiet, and Harry was just about to ask what was going on when Draco suddenly snatched the spoon from his grip and put one hand behind his head to hold Harry still as he shoved ice-cream into his face.

“Draco!” Harry spluttered, letting out a shocked laugh. “What was that for?”

“Because you’re a git!” Draco seemed delighted by the sight of Harry’s nose and cheek covered in ice-cream. He laughed until he barely could breathe anymore. Harry laughed too, and scooped up more ice-cream.

“I’m going to make you do it if it’s the last thing I ever do! Got me?”

Draco raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at him, staying still and completely silent again as Harry came even closer and nudged the corner of his lips with the spoon. Then he moved again, lifted two pale, slender fingers and moved the spoon aside. Harry sighed, but the sigh got caught in his throat when Draco whispered:

“Aren’t you going to stop me?”

Harry blinked at him, and swallowed.

“I’d rather just let you. See where it leads to.”

“See where it leads to, huh?” Draco suddenly seemed to lose his composure, his eyes flickering as he took hold of the spoon and put it aside. He held his head low as he reached for a napkin, lifted his head again, only slightly, to dry off the ice-cream from Harry’s face. Harry let him.

When he was done, he dropped the napkin and looked back into Harry’s eyes. They were still very, very close.

“Hey”, Harry mumbled. “I’m nervous too.”

Draco didn’t know what to respond to that. All he could do was cup Harry’s check in his hand, and lean forward.

Harry’s lips grazed his, and Draco stiffened and closed his eyes, his heart almost beating out of his chest. He couldn’t manage to do anything more at the moment. Harry had closed his eyes, Draco felt his eyelashes on his cheek, and he smiled.

And then…

“Shit”, Harry cursed before pulling away. “Draco, they-“

Draco’s head snapped towards the little van that was the ice-cream bar, and he groaned and hid his face in his hands.

“Has he been watching the whole time?”

“I think so”, Harry said, his voice strained. “Oh, and his boyfriend too.”

As if the happy smile on Florean Fortescue’s face wasn’t enough, another head appeared behind him. A blond guy Harry knew very well. Harry groaned and turned to face Draco, letting him hide his face in the crook of his neck.

“Embarrassing”, Draco hissed.

“At least they’re not even close to being homophobes”, Harry chuckled, his face hot.

“But still embarrassing”, Draco choked out.

“Okay, er”, Harry said quickly, standing up. “Let’s just go. Like. Right now.”

“Right.” Draco stood up too, sliding his hand into Harry’s and turning around to grimace at the two men in the van. The two were smiling even wider now, and Florean looked excited as ever.

Harry and Draco started running, but when they were out of sight from the van, Harry couldn’t wait anymore. He tugged at Draco’s waist and pulled him back again, trapping his lips in a kiss, a real one this time. And Draco kissed him back, letting himself relax against the arm Harry had wrapped around his lower back.

They couldn’t contain themselves for long. Harry started laughing first, Draco shortly after. They soon collapsed against each other, and Harry leaned his chin against Draco’s shoulder and whispered: “I’m sorry it turned out like that.”

“It was perfect, you git. Don’t apologise.” Draco paused for a moment, pulling away to look at the other boy. He smiled warmly. “That ice-cream must have tasted pretty nice. I doubt your lips taste of…” He leaned in and whispered in Harry’s ear. “… naturally.”

Harry blinked. “So that’s what it was, then.”

Draco had to kiss him again because of that stupid look on his face.

“I knew it!” Florean placed a kiss on August’s lips. “I knew that there was something between those two!”

“I think we embarrassed them. Did we embarrass them?”

“Only a little. It’s fine!” Florean grinned widely.

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@floreanfortescuetruther @ravenwordss

Oneshot/character study of our delightful pair Autumnflower, featuring August as a Squib. I frantically scribbled this down so please be nice!

Sundae Afternoon at the Parlour

Contrary to its usual bustle of activity, today’s atmosphere inside Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour is one of quiet concentration.

The checkered floors gleam from this morning’s meticulous scrubbing, the numerous colourful tables are conspicuously empty, and the only activity behind the counter is Florean frantically stirring a batch of ice cream with a comically oversized whisk.

August has nestled himself inside one of the many alcoves, bent studiously over the countless books spread out before him and distractedly spooning his third strawberry sundae into his mouth.

This is a common sight at the popular Diagon destination: Florean darting around behind the counter and his boyfriend quietly keeping him company whilst completely immersed in papers detailing the world’s newest magical discoveries.

On days where an unexpected summer frost hasn’t rendered the parlour practically empty, August is popular with young Hogwarts students, who will run over in droves and gleefully interrogate him for some lesser-known charms within their limited abilities (Florean’s favourite is when a couple of giggling first-years learned that a Lumos with a particular inflection could cause miniature fireworks to erupt from their parents’ nostrils).

Florean flips the parlour’s colourful sign to ‘Closed’ with a sigh. Whilst not technically in charge of such decisions as closing shop early -he currently only works in his family’s business during summertime- he can pretty much run the parlour independently by now, and his parents are more than eager to hand over such responsibilities.

He bounds towards his boyfriend with an unusual amount of energy, feeling slightly stir-crazy from the lack of customers today and from the many consecutive hours of focused experimenting as a result. Sliding to a halt in front of August’s table, he bounces a little on his toes as he prepares a magical question of his own.

“Hey August, how would I continuously whip ice cream without the magic warming it up?”

August looks upwards, multi-coloured eyes making his slow blinks look a little uneven and adding an ethereal quality to his gaze. A tiny smirk pulls at his lips. “‘Frigidus mōbus circulus perpetuus’, Flo. With an anti-clockwise wand motion, but flick it upwards at ‘mōbus’.”

Florean runs back to the counter, waves his wand around for a few minutes, and returns triumphantly.

“Thank you!” He looks at August in wonder, never missing a chance to gush about his boyfriend. “You’re so smart. How do you know so much about magic? You come up with something new and perfect every time.”

August giggles sweetly, and Florean barely represses a swoon at the melodious sound. He hurriedly sits down to prevent his traitorous knees from buckling as his boyfriend continues.

“Because I actually study instead of spending class dreaming up new ice cream flavours. And this one isn’t exactly new, I taught you a variation last week!” Florean flushes, sheepishly envisaging the countless tubs of manually whipped ice cream piled in the freezer that consumed far more hours than he cares to admit.

He diverts his attention to studying his boyfriend adoringly, foregoing all sense of dignity and subtlety to openly trace the dark eyebrows that contrast so beautifully with his honey blonde hair.

The sunlight streaming through the stained glass ice cream cones decorating the windows casts prisms of light over them, painting the blonde strands a myriad of glowing colours. Florean tangles a gentle hand in them, enthralled as the silky locks slip through his fingers and settle around August’s jawline.

Despite recently discussing permission for these casual touches August’s cheeks still flood with colour.

“Flo…May I ask you something?” There’s a slight waver to his question, hesitance peeking through his characteristically Veela-like composure.

“Always.” Florean’s voice softens in response, automatically adopting the low, resonant quality that seems to make so many aching souls gravitate towards him. August doesn’t sound like he’s aching, per se, but Florean still hopes to banish the vestiges of tension from his voice. “What is it?”

“You rarely use your magic. You barely seem to remember you’re a wizard most of the time.”

It’s not technically a question, but Florean attempts to stutter through an answer anyway. Merlin knows how to begin explaining his experience.

“I don’t want to sound ungrateful—”

He’s swiftly interrupted. “You could never.”

“But—”

“No.”

Sufficiently reassured, Florean continues.

“I just—” He inhales deeply, collecting his thoughts before continuing. “I don’t really think about it. I mean, my magic is something I have, not something I am, you know?” When August quirks a brow in curiosity he rushes on. “I’m not saying I don’t appreciate it, I’d never take it for granted! And I know many wizards feel differently, especially about…”

Florean never uses the word Squib around August, even though his boyfriend has told him numerous times it’s okay to do so. He trails off, shrugging his shoulders and hoping he’s made his point.

He has.

Even if Florean’s perspective isn’t that of the majority of his wizarding kin, it comforts August to know his boyfriend feels this way. As if magic is just a trait August happened to miss out on and its absence doesn’t carve a gaping hole in his identity, as if it doesn’t serve to oust him from society and cause other such disgraceful consequences most don’t hesitate to try to convince him exist.

Florean worriedly studies August when he remains silent. “You okay? Why do you ask?”

“Just curious. I’m more than okay, love.”

Now it’s Florean’s turn to blush at the nickname, an even newer development than the casual touches that both boys are gradually growing accustomed to.

“Hey!” Suddenly Florean shoots out of his seat like a rocket, and August blinks in surprise at the sudden enthusiasm as his boyfriend situates himself back on the bench.

“Would you want to design magical elements to the ice creams? I’m sure the kids would love it and I’ll do my best to do anything you teach me. It’d be amazing!” Maybe from anybody else it would have sounded patronising, but from Florean it was nothing but overwhelmingly sweet. August doesn’t hesitate to express this sentiment, nor his enthusiasm for Florean’s proposal.

But they can discuss further plans tomorrow. August is tired, yawning subtly as he pulls up his legs beneath him and curls sleepily into Florean’s shoulder.

“Have you learned anything new about the burnings?”

Florean doesnt’ even care that August isn’t really listening as he launches into a monologue on his latest fixation; he loves to talk just as much as he loves that his rambles lull the gorgeous boy in his lap into slumber.

Once August’s head has drooped properly onto his shoulder and he’s almost -almost- exhausted his newly acquired hoard of knowledge, Florean quietly closes August’s numerous notebooks and organises them into a neat pile.

Carefully extracting his wand from his pocket, he taps the top cover in quick succession, grinning at his boyfriends future delight at the shower of magical sparks upon opening.

#Hello #im not stealing your work #it’s me #ella #the og of the og’s #good job on the fic :)

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