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[ the AO3 link to the one shot posted earlier! ]

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Whenever I meet someone else named Cass, I feel like the Spiderman meme

ME TOO!!! ITS LIKE—

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IM SORRY GUYS IT HURT ME TO WRITE TOO😭😭

The Last Match ⚠️ (CW: major character death) ⚠️

(authors note: pls be kind this is my first time posting writing on here 😭)

The battlefield was chaos, but Oliver had played in chaos before.

He moved like he was still on the pitch, darting between spells the way he used to weave through opposing players. His mind worked like it always had—strategy, positioning, angles. He wasn’t just fighting; he was playing. Calling out to his teammates, directing movement, making sure no one was left unguarded. Oliver Wood was a Captain, even outside of Quidditch.

“Spinnett, to your left! Weasley, on the ground! Johnson, behind you!”

Someone shouted back—maybe Angelina, maybe Alicia, definitely someone from the team, because that was how they worked. Always listening, always trusting. Efficient even in the toughest of battles.

For a moment, Oliver reflected on how they had all won the house cup together.

That felt like years ago. It was years ago. Yet, he could vividly recall the triumph of victory. He could remember every detail. He could remember the satisfaction when he saw the look on Marcus Flint’s face when he realized Slytherin had been defeated. The huge, toothy grins on each of his players’ faces. The way it felt for his efforts to finally mean something after all those years, to achieve what many believed to be impossible.

And that kept him going.

A jet of red light shot past his ear. He spun, wand raised, deflecting one curse just in time to dodge another. His instincts screamed at him—move, faster, keep your head on a swivel—but his body was already past exhaustion. And still, he fought.

Hogwarts was home. He wasn’t going to lose it.

Across the battlefield, a Death Eater aimed their wand at one of his own—Katie, too far, not looking—

Oliver didn’t think. He moved.

He dove through the air, adrenaline rushing through him as he raised his wand. He didn’t know what spell he cast, only that it struck true, knocking the masked figure back. He barely had time to register Katie turning in shock before—

A flash of green.

It hit him square in the chest.

For a moment, he thought he’d just taken a hard hit, like a Bludger to the ribs. But then his body limped, and the ground was suddenly too close. Oliver had fallen from his broom and onto the ground below.

He gasped, but the air didn’t come. His wand slipped from his fingers.

The battle roared around him, but the sound was warping, stretching like it was coming from underwater. He could still see people fighting, still see spells flashing through the smoke, but it all felt so far away.

No. No, he had to get up. He had to—

His arms shook as he tried to push himself upright, but his body wasn’t listening. Something warm pooled beneath him, soaking into the dirt.

Through the haze, he saw movement— what he assumed could only be his teammates. Running toward him. He wanted to tell them to keep fighting, that they had to hold the line, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out.

His mind was slipping, grasping at anything to hold onto. For some reason, funnily enough, he thought of Quidditch. Not the matches or the wins—just the feeling of flying. The wind cutting through his hair. The weight of his broom beneath him. The way the sky had always felt endless. There was something therapeutic about those memories. They were the ones he held dearest, despite how seemingly insignificant they were.

He could almost feel it now—the phantom press of wood beneath his fingers, the distant echo of laughter, the sun-warmed air against his skin

His eyes slipped shut.

And for the first time in his life, Oliver Wood let go.

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The Last Match ⚠️ (CW: major character death, Battle of Hogwarts au) ⚠️

(authors note: pls be kind this is my first time posting writing on here 😭)

word count: 615

The battlefield was chaos, but Oliver had played in chaos before.

He moved like he was still on the pitch, darting between spells the way he used to weave through opposing players. His mind worked like it always had—strategy, positioning, angles. He wasn’t just fighting; he was playing. Calling out to his teammates, directing movement, making sure no one was left unguarded. Oliver Wood was a Captain, even outside of Quidditch.

“Spinnett, to your left! Weasley, on the ground! Johnson, behind you!”

Someone shouted back—maybe Angelina, maybe Alicia, definitely someone from the team, because that was how they worked. Always listening, always trusting. Efficient even in the toughest of battles.

For a moment, Oliver reflected on how they had all won the house cup together.

That felt like years ago. It was years ago. Yet, he could vividly recall the triumph of victory. He could remember every detail. He could remember the satisfaction when he saw the look on Marcus Flint’s face when he realized Slytherin had been defeated. The huge, toothy grins on each of his players’ faces as they celebrated. The way it felt for his efforts to finally mean something after all those years, to achieve what many believed to be impossible.

And that kept him going.

A jet of red light shot past his ear. He spun, wand raised, deflecting one curse just in time to dodge another. His instincts screamed at him—move, faster, keep your head on a swivel—but his body was already past exhaustion. And still, he fought.

Hogwarts was home. He wasn’t going to lose it.

Across the battlefield, a Death Eater aimed their wand at one of his own—Katie, too far, not looking—

Oliver didn’t think. He moved.

He dove through the air, adrenaline rushing through him as he raised his wand. He didn’t know what spell he cast, only that it struck true, knocking the masked figure back. He barely had time to register Katie turning in shock before—

A flash of green.

It hit him square in the chest.

For a moment, he thought he’d just taken a hard hit, like a Bludger to the ribs. But then his body limped, and the ground was suddenly too close. Oliver had fallen from his broom and onto the ground below.

He gasped, but the air didn’t come. His wand slipped from his fingers.

The battle roared around him, but the sound was warping, stretching like it was coming from underwater. He could still see people fighting, still see spells flashing through the smoke, but it all felt so far away.

No. No, he had to get up. He had to—

His arms shook as he tried to push himself upright, but his body wasn’t listening. Something warm pooled beneath him, soaking into the dirt.

Through the haze, he saw movement— what he assumed could only be his teammates. Running toward him. He wanted to tell them to keep fighting, that they had to hold the line, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out.

His mind was slipping, grasping at anything to hold onto. For some reason, funnily enough, he thought of Quidditch. Not the matches or the wins—just the feeling of flying. The wind cutting through his hair. The weight of his broom beneath him. The way the sky had always felt endless. There was something therapeutic about those memories. They were the ones he held dearest, despite how seemingly insignificant they were.

He could almost feel it now—the phantom press of wood beneath his fingers, the distant echo of laughter, the sun-warmed air against his skin

His eyes slipped shut.

And for the first time in his life, Oliver Wood let go.

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NOOOOO

which ao3 tag are you?

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PERCY WOULD N O T BE PUTTING UP WITH THAT LOL — he would just sigh and walk away. “that is not in my prefect duties.”

…can an animagus be ANYTHING??? imagine working so hard to be an animagus, finally transforming, and boom—the entire common room is destroyed. you turned into a whale.

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i think you just have to be EXTREMELY careful abt where you transform for the first time. just to be sure. that, or you have to PRAY a prefect or a professor knows what to do. because if you’re not near water, and you’re alone, well…you’re dead 😭😭😭

…can an animagus be ANYTHING??? imagine working so hard to be an animagus, finally transforming, and boom—the entire common room is destroyed. you turned into a whale.

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…can an animagus be ANYTHING??? imagine working so hard to be an animagus, finally transforming, and boom—the entire common room is destroyed. you turned into a whale.

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YESSSSS

“Good girls” by 5 Seconds of Summer is about Percy Weasley

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some of yall will AVIDLY hate on Percy Weasley but have no such hatred towards Cormac McLaggen. now thats CRAZYYYY.

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"cringe culture is dead" ok but does that include ppl you find ugly, ppl who are into hobbies or fandoms you find weird, ppl w kinks you find odd, autistic people who dont fit your standards, mentally ill people who dont fit your standards, 12 year olds having fun, 30 year olds having fun, furries, fat ppl who dont fit ur standards, or is it just conventionally attractive alt ppl who fit the beauty standard. answer quick

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Slytherins are written to be the opposite of what jkr considers “good” and “appropriate”.

You know what that means?

happy pride

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THREE PRETTY BEST FRIENDS!!

Low effort redraw of the Felix Felicis chapter art from HBP. Getting art with all three of them is surprisingly uncommon

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HAHAHA THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MAKING THIS OMG I LOVE IT!!!

Percy and the twins

Inspo this post by @postsbycass

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this is just the entire premise of my fanfic WIP LOL

Maybe if he was a little less fuckable we wouldn’t be in this mess

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new phone icons + widgets :))

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"There's millions of Tumblr users" to you. To me There's only about 12 and we all reblog the same five posts from each other