#Cursebreaker Michael

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White Hat Hexers Part 1: Battle at the Ball

Written by: @nighttimedaydreams and edited by: Anastasia M. ( @fighterpilotdragon02 / https://www.instagram.com/fighterpilotdragon/ ) tw: transphobia, homophobia, deadnaming

    Elizabeth woke to knocking on her door. She sighed and pushed some raven strands, which had fallen out of her braid and into her eyes, behind her ears. It was midnight, but she was the village’s cursebreaker. Technically, she was a hexer, but she had only ever cursed one person: herself. As mismatched as her skillset and job title were, however, she had the knowledge she needed to keep the village safe. She slipped on a flowy black dress streaked with white – the uniform of a cursebreaker woman. She twirled in it; even after all this time, she loved how it flared. It was no longer at all new to her, but she kept her dress so that it looked fresh to anyone else.  She slipped into and laced up her boots very tight.  They were slightly too big for her; they were a gift from long ago, but shoes weren’t easy to replace in the village, and she didn’t want to go far for something she only wore when going out.  She much preferred walking barefoot, but now wasn’t the time for frivolity.  Someone was knocking at midnight.  She stood up and stuck her hands in her dress’s pockets; other cursebreakers kept their supplies there, but she didn’t have to use them for that, although she did keep the willow bark there. She opened up the door, and standing there was Edward, the younger of Jacob’s two sons.  Jacob was the village leader and a retired knight. Edward was dressed hastily, with loose sleeping clothes, his hair clearly windswept by his speed, but he still wore a ring with the emblem of his house: a spider riding a boar. His heavy breathing filled the night, overcoming the sound of owls and other nocturnal creatures that lived near the forest behind Elizabeth’s house.

    “Elizabeth, come quick,” he panted, turning as if to head back into the village.

    “What’s going on?” Elizabeth asked.

    “It’s my brother. He was out hunting in the woods, and now he’s slowly turning into a toad.”

    “A toad? You are certain it is a toad and not a frog.”

    “NO! Of course I’m not certain about that, you’re the cursebreaker.”

    “I need to know which curse I’m breaking. I suppose I’ll learn soon enough when I see him. I presume he is at your home?”

    “Yes. He just got back from his trip.” “This late?”

    “He was held up by being cursed.”

    “Right, right.”

    Elizabeth knew Edward’s brother, of course. Henry came to her once of his own accord when he was thirteen. She was barely his senior at sixteen back then, but she knew he was under no curse – he simply liked other men. They had maintained touch ever since. She knew the other women in the village swooned over his grey eyes and wavy hair, but she didn’t see it as anything stand-out.

    They reached the house. Jacob was waiting outside.

    “Edward, I thought I said everything was fine, why did you go get that,” Jacob said.

    Elizabeth gripped the inside of her dress pockets tightly. Now wasn’t the time to cause a scene. “Father, with all due respect, my brother clearly has a curse on him. You must know time is of the essence.” “It’s simply a fever. It will pass. Edward, send it away.”

    “Father, you know that is a lie.”

    Elizabeth knew better than either of them how important time was.  She barged into the house.  Let the family squabble outside.  Jacob raised a hand to stop her, but Edward swatted it down.  She saw out of the corner of her eye that Jacob followed her.

    Today was not like the day her and Henry first met. The moment she laid eyes on him, she could tell he had a curse placed on him; she felt its magic pulsing. Soft, weak, barely there – a simple curse. Good and non-infectious, although she herself didn’t worry too much about that. 

    There were a handful of servants milling out about the room nervously moving around Henry.

    “Everyone out,” Elizabeth said. 

    The servants left; Jacob stayed.

    “You too, sir.” 

    He glared at her, but chose to do nothing more, slamming the door to Henry’s room as he left.  She let go of a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

    “Henry, can you hear me?”

    He nodded.

    Good, good, he’s not gone mentally yet, Elizabeth thought to herself, gathering the willow bark into her hands. “Chew this,” she said, putting it in his mouth.

    Henry did as ordered.

    This next part is always the worst for the patient, Elizabeth thought to herself. She began chanting. Simple sounds – it didn’t actually matter the sounds she made, per se. All that mattered is she drew magic tight around her. All the strings of magic became visible to her.  The level of reality beneath the surface looked like linen threads on a loom, though to the untrained eye it only looked like lines.  To Elizabeth, each string connected to each other, like the way sinew connects to bone: every part interconnected, yet distinct.  Elizabeth remember reading in her studies that there were those who claimed to be able to see the future from the strings.  Hexers always were boastful and cursebreakers tried to avoid dealing with the threads unnecessarily, so Elizabeth never believed in such things, and dismissed the distracting thought.  She could clearly see the strings that made up Henry. Every piece of his thoughts and memories, every piece of his body all connected: all things became only magic to her. 

    There! she thought to herself as she spotted the string of the curse. The aberrant thread formed a breach in the pattern, its jagged lines a clean break from the smooth consistent threads that made up Henry.  Where the other lines looked like linen and connected like sinew, this one seemed woolen and looked like it was connected by a shoddy sewing job.  Even the curse she had placed upon herself was better weaved into her. She grabbed it and wound it around her hand, absorbing it into her and using it to add to the reserves of magic that made up her own curse, reinforce it, make it unbreakable. Elizabeth knew she no longer needed to worry about her magic ever running out on her, but it never hurt to be sure. 

    “Heat from fire, fire from heat,” she said, ending her chant. She watched Henry rapidly and painfully return to his original form. He screamed.

    Jacob barged in.

    “Peter! What did you do?”

    “My name is Elizabeth. And I saved your son’s life,” Elizabeth said, turning on her heels. She stormed out from Jacob’s house.

    Bastard. I save his son’s life, and that’s what he says to me? Elizabeth seethed. A fleeting memory appeared in her head in her hexer teacher’s voice, the first rule she heard when she learned magic: Those with power do whatever they please. 

    It would be simple for her to turn him into a toad.  That would neatly take care of the problem.

    No, no, I’m not like that; the first duty of a cursebreaker is to do no harm, Elizabeth reminded herself.

    She began to chant to herself. “Heat from fire, fire from heat, heat from fire, fire from heat…” Soothing words; there’s a reason she ends cursebreaking with them. Her feet moved in time with her speech. She heard other footsteps. She kept walking. Henry appeared in front of her.

    “Hey, Re,” she said tersely to him.

    “Elizabeth, I’m sorry for my father’s behavior.”

    “I’m sure you are,” She took a breath and looked at Henry. He had come out here so quickly after she left; she clenched her fists in her pockets a couple of times. “You really shouldn’t be moving around so much right now.  I apologize for my tone earlier; I was being rude to you. You’re not your dad.”

    “He has given you offense, and the hour is late. You have offended me none.”

    “Drop the formalities, Re.”

    “Oh thank magic. You know I hate talking like that, Liz.”

    Elizabeth laughed, “You really do.”

    “Well, while I have you here, there’s a ball coming up soon in the Lord’s manor.”

    Elizabeth had gotten a letter about that; as a cursebreaker she was invited as a matter of etiquette, not of desire.

    “You know I don’t do parties, Re.”

    “Please make an exception, just this once.”

    “Why? Are you asking me to attend with you?”

    “Magic forefend! No! Not like that at least, but there is a man I want you to meet.”

    “Ah, so you’re setting me up. You know I have no interest in marriage either.” She doesn’t say the quiet part, that she could care about marriage if it was between her and someone like her. Those people don’t exist. Even other cursebreakers considered her an outsider.

    Henry laughed. “No, no,” he said, waving his hand dismissively. “I know you’re a spinster through and through. No, I want you to meet the man I’ve been seeing.”

    Oh. Oh! Elizabeth thought to herself. “Oh that’s amazing, Re!  … Does Jacob know?”

    “No.”

    “My lips are sealed. Cursebreaker-patient confidentiality.”

    “You invoke that right a lot.”

    “This village has a lot of secrets. I keep them.”

    Henry nods solemnly. “So, will you come?”

    “I suppose I can fit time in my busy schedule.”

    “You work on a summons basis!”

    “Speaking of which, you will need to contact the Curse Corps; they deal with the hexers after all.”

    “Right, right. I was with him tonight, you know.”

    “The hexer?!” Elizabeth grinned.

    “Magic, no!” Henry laughed out loud, “Me and Thomas, the man I’m courting, but we were seen and… you don’t think he was cursed too, was he?!”

    “He may be. Where does he live?”

    “About a half day’s ride north.”

    “Mina watches over that region. She’s a good cursebreaker. He’s probably fine. It was a simple curse.”

    Henry calmed down at that. “Good, good.”

    Elizabeth yawned and stretched, the interrupted sleep finally getting to her. “Well, as you said, it’s late.” As much as she liked talking to Henry, she knew the two of them rarely let a conversation end, and she was still tired. “I already have an invite to the party, so I’ll be there and meet with Thomas. But right now, I’m going to meet my bed.”

    Henry laughed, “It is late, I’ll give you that. I’ll see you there.”

    He turned and left. Elizabeth walked into her house, changed out of her uniform and into a simple nightgown, and fell onto her bed and to sleep.

***

    The party was upon them. Elizabeth was wearing her uniform; it was the fanciest outfit she had. She really should start charging more for her service, but she knew not everyone could pay. Maybe she should seek a proper patronage, perhaps once Henry took over his house. She shrugged at her thoughts. She watched couples dancing while she sat alone eating cake at her candlelit table.  Her eyes wandered to the flame of the candle; she did always like the sound the flickering flames made.  It was different from the crackling of wood, a sound unto itself.  The only other thing that compared was the sound grass made blowing in the wind.  Although, no one ever seemed to talk about the beauty of either. Her leg was bouncing from her boredom, but the cake was strikingly good. She needed to find out the recipe. Henry approached her with a man who stood a head taller than her in tow. The newcomer’s arms had the look of an archer’s.

    “Elizabeth, this is Sir Thomas. Thomas, this is Cursebreaker Elizabeth,” Henry said.

    “Well met, Cursebreaker Elizabeth,” Thomas said.

    “Please, Elizabeth is fine. No need for formalities, Thomas. We’re among friends,” Henry said.

    “Are you quite certain?” Thomas asked, his face scrunched.

    Elizabeth takes another bite of cake. “Yea.”

    “Then, I must say, Henry has told me much about you.”

    “Oh?”

    “He speaks to your kindness, your charity, and your calm demeanor.”

    She laughed, waving her hand dismissively. “He speaks half truths. But he has told me little of you, so who are you?”

    “I am the firstborn son of Sir Matthew of Huntersford and Lady Mary of Riverside. Heir to both fortunes, excelled in my studies, bested three tourneys held by our host.”

    “Boastful.”

    “I-” He stopped at that, jaw going slightly slack. “I suppose I am.”

    “He’s really not that bad, he’s swee-” Henry started before he abruptly cut off with a choking sound, and suddenly Thomas started choking too. It rippled out from there. Elizabeth stood up. She felt the magic smothering the room. A curse. She looked around the room.

    No, several curses woven together, she thought to herself, feeling the magic that smothered her. An asphyxiation curse, a transformation curse, and a memory rewrite curse, all woven together? How? That shouldn’t work, and for what reason?  Who would attack here? 

    Elizabeth shook herself. She had to solve this. She started drumming her fingers on the table, trying to think this through. She started moving; it helped her think. Walking by the people that had fallen into an unconscious daze, she saw in the crowd of downed dancers many faces of cursebreakers she knew. Her mind began listing them as she noticed each face. 

    Mina, Alexander, Paul, Mary – did all of this region’s cursebreakers come?  Was that normal?  Elizabeth shook her head to dismiss the thoughts.

    She looked up, and she saw a man about her age standing up. He wore a black and white suit – the outfit of a cursebreaker man. He was looking around in just as much shock as her.

    Is he the hexer? She thought to herself. She started to approach him. Softly, she began the vocables of magic. The sounds kept getting caught in her throat, the wall of magic in the room overriding her attempts to bring magic to her. She was near enough now to hear him chanting the same. His voice was a pleasant baritone; in another life, she imagined he could be a singer.

    He saw her out of the corner of his eye and turned to her. “Is this magic smothering you too?” he asked; she could now see the strain in his face. How hard had he been trying to push his magic?

    “Yes. I can feel the curse, but I can’t reach the weave.”

    “Then we’re in the same boat. I’m Michael. I must admit to being anewcursebreaker, justpassedtheexamlastwe-”

    “Elizabeth. Now breathe. I’ve been at this for about a decade now. Although I’ll say I’ve never seen anything like this before. Multi-curses are incredibly rare,” she said. And why weren’t you affected? Just who are you?

    Michael took a breath. “What do we do?” His hands were shaking.

    “Our job. We don’t have long, either; this curse is powerful, so it won’t take long before it will become truly irreversible. Panic will just make us sloppy. Focus, what are the facts we know?”

    “Right, right, focus, I can focus,” Michael said, his hands still shaking. “A powerful curse has been placed upon the castle; we don’t know why.” His hands kept shaking. “It smothers our magic, and, for some reason, us two have not been affected by it.”

    “Not entirely accurate, but good enough. Keep your mind on what you know,” Elizabeth said. Drumming her fingers on the side of her dress, she hurried to reach the next room.  Her dress billowed backwards and fluttered behind her with the speed of her movement. I need to know if it’s the whole castle, but the amount of magic here, it almost rivals what I’ve taken in over the years.

    Michael hurried behind her. “Wha-what are you doing?”

    “Checking the manor; we just know the ballroom is cursed, not the rest,” Elizabeth said, crossing the threshold of the next room, where she got hit by the wall of magic even more intensely than where she came from, and was forced back into the ballroom. “Huh. Cursed room, too.”

    “What’s theplan?”

    Elizabeth looked around the room; her eyes settled on the other unconscious cursebreakers. “Got any rosemary?”

    “What? Ah, y-yes.”

    “Excellent, get all their rosemary too.” Elizabeth looked at the candles lighting the tables. They are not ritually made, but it should work. Rituality is just a guide after all. She began to gather up the candles, carefully trying to not extinguish their flames.

    One to the north for the winds which guide ships, one to the east for the sunrise which brings the dawn, one to the south for the stars which guide sailors, one to the west for the sunset which brings the dusk, and one for the center which returnbrings one back to the self,  Elizabeth thinks to herself, remembering where to put the candles for the ritual. It had been a long time since she did any true cursebreaking with proper technique instead of just ripping the magic out to feed her own. Michael approached her; his hands were shaking still.

    “I’ve got the rosemary you wanted.”

    “Thank you.”

    She began the vocables of magic once more. The smoke from the rosemary began to take the shape of the weave, but it began to dissipate.

    No! No!

    Then Michael’s baritone voice joined in. The two of them together forced the weave to take shape.

    Elizabeth saw where the aberrations in the weave were around the room.  They were sloppy connections like the curse on Henry earlier.  This wasn’t the work of a practiced hand, but someone working unsure of the weave’s pattern.

    How did they get so much power if they are this sloppy?  It almost feels… borrowed.  In the same way using a quill that isn’t yours does.   Elizabeth thought to herself.  She noticed Michael in the weave. 

     Michael himself was covered in sewn lines. It wasn’t a shoddy job; it was a lot like hers, as if they had been taught to sew the weave by the same person. If she wasn’t intimately familiar with what she was looking at, she may not have noticed, but his were fainter than hers. They had not had as much time to set or absorb power.

    Is he like me? Similar at least? If he is, are there yet more; am I not alone? No, no time to think about that. Just don’t touch him. Focus. The room is ours, Elizabeth thought to herself. She grabbed hold of line after line; she pulled on it, acting like a seam ripper, and spooled the loose magic around her. It was hers to have, hers to keep; she grabbed what should’ve been the last thread, but it grabbed her.

    A voice pounded in her head. CURSEBREAKER, YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE INTERFERED. NOW YOUR MAGIC IS MINE.

    Elizabeth felt herself unraveling. Memories flashed by. She felt like she was burning. She had felt this once before, when she had reshaped herself.

    She knew this could only end one way. No. No! I won’t let it end like this.

    YOU HAVE NO CHOICE. NO CHANCE. ALONE IS HOW YOU DIE.

    She pulled back on the magic trying to hold herself together.

    “She’s not alone!” Michael said, his voice cutting through the pain. She felt his hands helping hers guide the magic back to her. They were still shaking. But they were enough. She began braiding the weave of magic together.

    WHAT!  BUT HOW?!

    “Because we’re cursebreakers, hexer bastard!” Elizabeth screamed out, grabbing tight onto all the threads of braided magic, and her and Michael tore them from the hexer. The pair pulled the magic into them and collapsed.

    “We won!” Michael cheered out in an airless laugh, a bright smile on his face as he lay on the ground, collapsed. The other party goers, breathing hard as if they had just ran a marathon, began to get up.  Elizabeth stayed supine upon the ground and was trying to get control of her limbs again; they felt wooden.  There was a static buzzing about her ears.  It sounded like the flickering of the candles, but just ever so off, and it was so much more annoying.  Measured footsteps came from the hallway outside the ballroom echoing in.

    “I wouldn’t rest on your laurels just yet. What a pain in the neck,” a man’s voice said. Elizabeth recognized it: it was the same as in the weave, and now, without the pounding of magic, she recognized it even more.  It was Jacob’s.

    Elizabeth got up onto one knee. She lifted her chin and looked up at the hexer.

    “Jacob?” Elizabeth asked, shocked.

    “Yes, I had hoped to deal with my worthless son here. Although I will also be glad to be rid of you.” He spat out the last word. He lifted his hand and began chanting.

    “Father?! What are you doing?” Henry cried out, his voice cutting through the noise. He looked shocked and appalled.

    Jacob started laughing. “My fool of a son. I know whom you love; who do you think cursed you and Thomas that night? Your brother just had to get that involved. But, at least he’ll take a wife.”

    Elizabeth seized this moment of distraction; grabbing the raw weave, she chanted fast, “Heat from fire, fire from heat,” and she bound him with the threads of the weave. His arms were constricted to his sides, and his gagged voice fell silently. He started choking.

    “Liz!” Henry shouted.

    “What? He was a threat. Give me a knife. I can end this quickly.”

    “You are not an executioner, Elizabeth; he shall stand trial. He is, unfortunately, a noble. To kill him without due process is a serious offense,” Henry said, spitting in the direction of his father.

    Elizabeth looked at Jacob, his face turning pale. Rage was building inside her. Her feet tapped the floor hard until she started making her way towards him. Henry and Thomas both grabbed her shoulders.

    “Cursebreaker Elizabeth, please,” Thomas pleaded. She shook them off. Michael had gotten in front of her.

    “Elizabeth, what is the first rule?” Michael asked, his arms trembling.

    She remembered the first rule she was taught when she learned magic. “Those with power do what they please.”

    There was a flash of recognition on Michael’s face. It was clear to Elizabeth that he was taught in the same manner as her. “Not the first r-rule of m-magic, the first rule of c-cursebreaking.”

    Her shoulders slumped. “To do… no harm.” She loosed the grip of the weave around the man’s throat, but tightened the magic gagging him. She really didn’t want to hear him talk right now.

    She turned her back to Michael, her dress flaring out as she did, and sat back down at her table. Henry, Thomas, and Michael joined her at her table. Her feet were still tapping the floor. The other people in the room looked at Elizabeth in fear of her, and they gave the table a wide berth. The mood had been quite soured. Elizabeth didn’t care. She felt incredibly exhausted. She ate some more of her cake.

[vanosslirious]

Fandom: Banana Bus Squad (Vanoss Crew.) POV: VanossGaming. Ch: 34 — The Wrath of The Fire Witch. words: 1.607 | 66.822 Excerpt:

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Evan said far too quickly.

"There's something you're worried about, what is it?"

"I don't think I can do this…"

"Do what?" Jonathan asked, frowning. He glanced at the house they were getting too and arched his brow at Evan. "Ever since we met, I have never seen you this scared. What did you do to him?"

[bi-demon-ium]

why do i have like seven entirely different beauty and the beast mbs aus rotating in my brain

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[unfortunate-arrow]

OC Birthdays: The O’Donnell Quadruplets (August 18)

⤷ august 18, 1973 • leo • half-blood • irish • great-grandchildren of cillian lynch & orla o’rourke

⤷ ryan michael o’donnell • firstborn • gryffindor • esfp • chaser • cursebreaker • portrayed by jaeden martell

⤷ cara rose o’donnell • second born • slytherin • enfp • chaser • artist • illustrator • portrayed by sadie sink

⤷ sara ailis o’donnell • third born • hufflepuff • esfj • prefect • headgirl • healer • portrayed by malina weissman

⤷ conor lorcan o’donnell • fourth born • ravenclaw • istp • stutters • seeker • prefect • architect • portrayed by jack moore

[carewyncromwell]

"So the years went by -- I stayed the same -- But she began to drift away... I was left alone... Still I waited for the day When she'd say, 'I will always love you...'"

~"When She Loved Me (cover)" by Michael Crawford

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Okay, seriously, why do I hurt myself like this?? ;~;

Surprisingly enough, this all came about because I wanted to explore the dynamic between Carewyn, her brother Jacob, and her BFF Bill Weasley. Bill was Carewyn's right-hand man for her entire time dealing with the Cursed Vaults, with the two together being the main Cursebreaking duo that saved Hogwarts from the dangerous curses threatening them. This also meant that -- since Bill was that little bit older than Carewyn and he was so used to playing the "big brother" role for his own siblings -- the eldest Weasley ended up filling the role Jacob had played in Carewyn's life when she was younger, in the sense of being her near constant companion and main source for both protection and advice. And since Bill and Carewyn's personalities were so similar, they ended up connecting really quickly and soon became the "Papa Bear" and "Mama Bear" of their friend group.

This, however, left Jacob feeling a lingering bitter resentment toward Carewyn's Surrogate Big Brother Best Friend. Bill in a lot of ways embodies a lot of Jacob's worst insecurities -- Bill had always made his parents proud, even becoming Prefect and Head Boy, while Jacob had been seen as a delinquent most of his school career; Bill had been able to have a reasonably normal childhood, while Jacob had had to grow up too fast and become the man of the house at age eleven; Bill had a large, close-knit family with six siblings and two parents who loved him unconditionally, while Jacob had only ever had his mum and Carewyn, since his own father saw him as nothing but a screw-up and arguably left his family partially because of Jacob having magic; Bill had been raised in the Wizarding World, while Jacob had been raised feeling like a freak in Muggle suburbia; Bill was patient and slow to anger, while Jacob had a violent temper; Bill was sensitive, organized and responsible, while Jacob was people-dumb, disorganized, and mercurial; and, to top it all off, Bill had been there to witness Carewyn grow up, when Jacob could not. Bill knew Carewyn in a way Jacob couldn't, when she was the center of Jacob's whole world. Jacob and Carewyn had been each other's closest friend and confidante from the very beginning thanks to their shared Legilimency potential -- and now, thanks to R and the Cursed Vaults, Jacob had missed out on seven years of both his and Carewyn's lives. And the person who'd "replaced" him in that time in his little sister's life -- whether he meant to or not -- was Bill Weasley. It's something Jacob knows he should feel grateful for, but just can't, in the face of his deep-seeded jealousy of Bill that is fed by Jacob's own remorse, inner demons, and longing for what he never had.

Although Jacob would have trouble articulating any of these feelings to anyone, and although he'd never actively disparage Bill around his sister since he knows how much Carewyn loves her best friend, that doesn't mean that it isn't still really unpleasant for Jacob to interact with Bill as an adult. It's not uncommon for Jacob to speak in a very clipped, detached sort of way whenever he and Bill end up at the same tomb together, clearly wanting to finish the job and part ways with him sooner rather than later. Bill doesn't fully get the depth of why Jacob dislikes him so much, especially when he thinks Jacob is perfectly brilliant and he would like nothing more than for Jacob to be just as much a part of his family as Carewyn is -- but the ginger-haired Cursebreaker is insightful enough of a person to know it's nothing personal and treat Jacob as kindly as he can despite his spikes.

Hope you all have a lovely evening, all...much love! 💙

[friendly-neighbourhood-librarian]

Beauty and the Beast retellings

As Old As Time — Liz Braswell (Twisted Tales series)

Beast: A Tale of Love and Revenge — Lisa Jensen

Beastly — Alex Flinn

The Beast's Heart — Leife Shallcross

The Beautiful Pretender — Melanie Dickerson (Medieval Fairytales series)

Bellamy and the Brute — Alicia Michaels

Belle — Cameron Dokey (Once Upon a Time series)

Belle — Sarah Price (Amish Fairytales series)

A Curse So Dark and Lonely — Brigid Kemmerer (Cursebreakers series #1)

Heart's Blood — Juliet Marillier

Human Again — E. L. Tenenbaum (End of Ever After series)

Hunted — Meagan Spooner

Lost in a Book — Jennifer Donnelly

The Merchant's Daughter — Melanie Dickerson (Hagenheim Fairytales series)

Of Beast and Beauty — Stacey Jay

Ogre Enchanted — Gail Carson Levine

The Princess and the Hound — Mette Ivie Harrison

Rose Daughter — Robin McKinley

Roses — Rose Mannering

Silken Scales — Alex Hayes (Chameleon Effect series #1)

Uprooted — Naomi Novik

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Élliot Zacharie Durand (b. 1967; Alderic's brother) Élliot is Alderic's older brother and quite the mystery as I yet have to figure out where I want him to go. That said, unlike Aldéric, he's quite stern and set in his ways, definitely not the greatest parent. His children were mainly raised by his emotionally unavailable wife, leaving them no choice but to heavily lean on each other instead.

➔ portrayed by Adrien Brody

— Lyam Aristide Durand (b. 1993) Lyam is the oldest of the bunch but, unlike his siblings, did not inherit the famed ability to speak to and understand dragons. Determined to make up for it, he spends all his time studying dragons in preparation for taking over the dragon-guarded fort, hidden along the cliffs somewhere in the south of France.

➔ portrayed by Michael Vlamis

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Timéo ‘Mo’ Alain Durand (b. 1997?) Timéo has an artistic and sensitive soul, even if it often gets offset by his cocky demeanour. At Beauxbartons, he discovers his love for art, sculptures in particular, and wants to become a full-time artist which his parents greatly disapprove of. His parents, definitely, aren't the best and he never really got the emotional support he would've needed. (He's one of Kit's infamous dipshit friends @potionboy3 @gaygryffindorgal)

➔ portrayed by Jeremy Allen White

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Eula Avice Durand (b. 2001) Eula might be the youngest of the three but definitely knows what she wants. Talented at solving riddles and with a knack for complicated charmwork, she aspires to become a cursebreaker—a decision which, ultimately, leads her to work in tandem with a certain Norwegian linguist, Mikeal Arcano (@kathrynalicemc), from time to time.

➔ portrayed by Ola Rudnicka

[usernoneexistent]

Challenge: All You need is love @hp-12monthsofmagic

A/N: I don't know what demon possessed me but I wrote this in like two days and then she had the audicatity to ask me to draw not just one but four drawings however o realised that I didn't have the time so here it is. So, Zola is tired from living with a loveless home but a simple letter from someone special is exactly what she needed.

Warnings: swearing, verbal abuse, child neglect, classism, no romance but angst with a hopeful ending

The night was cooling down London from the Summer heat earlier. The sun lingered around longer despite it being close to midnight. Zola wasn't even doing anything exciting, just hanging around the council block playground before a group of older kids from the block took over. She was smart enough to know when to move out of the way.

Instead she opted for walking aimlessly through her neighbourhood in the borough of London. Children screaming happily, ice cream vans and teens on their bikes filled the Summer night.

Zola had spent most of her summer either writing to her best friend, Tarra or seeing if Michael, a guy from her block was free. None of her old mates from primary wanted to hang out with the girl going to 'boarding school'. Like all of a sudden she has become one of those snobs from the West end.

And staying home wasn't an option for her. Auntie Gracie-Mae and uncle Andrew weren't exactly fun company either. They barely tolerated her presence so why stay any longer. Though now she figured would be a good time to head back to their council flat.

Zola waltzed back in without care that she made loud noise in the middle of the night. The TV was blarring in the background anyway. As she stomped pass the crack of the living room door where uncle Andrew has been sitting there since he woke up in the afternoon.

"Zola! What did I say about slamming the door?!" He yelled, slurring his words. The bastard was drunk and Auntie Gracie-Mae was off on the night shift.

She hated being alone with the slob. He didn't do anything but watch TV, eat, yell and sleep. Andrew was too lazy to even get out of the sofa.

"What did you say, you little bitch!" He yelled louder, grunting from the sofa.

"Fuck you, Andrew!" Zola slammed the door again. 

"I said fuck you!" Zola repeated before marching to her bedroom, slamming another door. She grabbed a chair to lock her door before letting frustrated groan to the pillow. Remnants of her makeup remained on the pillow. 

She looked at the news articles that she had converted as posters. All these cursebreakers free and full of fun and adventure. That's all she wanted, every Summer felt like a prison with them. Her father doesn't bother writing but her brother, Jeremiah did occasionally send an owl but ultimately she was all alone.

She clutched the pillow, hugging it tightly. No one wanted her. Zola was alone in this miserable apartment. Angry or sad tears, Zola wasn't sure threaten to leave her eyes.

"Everyone sucks." She muttered.

Zola wished she had a normal family or as normal as she could get. She was jealous of Tarra, her parents there for everything and even her cousin, Duncan. Yeah, he would moan about his father but it was clear that he wanted to be there for him. Her parents never did that for her. Her father decided robbing Gringotts was worth more than her and her mother...well she probably took one look at Zola and noped out.

A knock on her window brought her out of her own self pity party. A barn owl was outside with a letter inbetween her beak. She knew that owl immediately; Tori, Tarragon's owl.

Zola let in the owl and took the letter. Her fingers fumbled to open it quickly. She scanned each word meticulously, soaking in everything.

"Damn you, Tarra." Zola cracked a wide grin. "Always know how to make my day."

The timing couldn't have been any better. Tarra was inviting her to Scotland to stay with her and Duncan for a while. Without much thought, Zola grabbed whatever she felt she needed and stuffed it into a bag. Including her secret stash of gallons, sickles and knuts. 

She boldly strutted past Andrew with new found confidence.

"Where are you going?"

"None of your business, not like you ever care." Zola opened the front door. "Oh and I may never come back. You can tell Auntie Gracie-Mae that."

Andrew looked startled through the door before Zola slammed the door one last time.

Before Zola could change her mind a gust of wind before a royal purple triple decker bus was infront of her.

She looked for a secluded road before putting her wand hand up in the air. She felt stupid but she was sure this was how she could get the knight bus.

"You comin' on?"

Zola blinked before registering what was going on. A man in a purple uniform and a worn out soldiers cap

"Right."

She hopped on, paying eleven sickles for a ticket and told her destination to the Tentsmuir, Scotland. The man was the conductor who welcomed her aboard and showed about.

Metal beds in rows took up majority of the space. Some curtains were closed from other passengers. The few who hadn't closed their curtains stared at the fourteen year old. Zola simply gave a glare back in retaliation and chucked her bag onto the bed.

She closed the curtains for privacy and pulled out the smooshed letters from Tarra. Every letter of Tarra telling her she missed her best friend and was lonely without her when she was in Romania, England or Scotland. While Zola doubt that Tarra would ever feel lonely surrounded by animals a her words filled her heart more than any snogging with Michael ever did.

At some point, Zola's body finally caved into to sleep after staying up for so long. Though when she woke up, she felt her neck sore and the letters spread on stomach and chest.

The bus halted to a forceful stop. Her letters flew off the bed and her bag rolled to the middle of the floor.

"We have arrived at Tentsmuir." The conductor announced. "Thanks for taking the Knight bus, we hope you had a pleasant stay."

It was a beautiful sight of the sunrise along if the forest behind where she could find the stone cottage. She walked through the patches of grass with hope that she could gain a new home.

Zola hurriedly grabbed everything and stumbled out the bus. It left immediately leaving her at a muggle road. She covered her eyes as the stream of sunlight of the sun rising beamed in her face.

[springvaletales]

Modern AU Thoughts in no particular order bc I've been doing a lot of snippet writing in this setting lately but I haven't posted about it much, GO!:

Due to a complicated series accidents, lucky breaks and what were probably a few assassinations, Almaea ends up being the only surviving heir of Vekrom Duet, her estranged biological father and reclusive owner of Duet Technologies Inc., a massively profitable company that sold and produced high quality security systems.

Almaea never met her father, and only discovered his identity when she was tracked down by his lawyers for the purposes of executing his last will and testament. She is actually pretty bitter that he knew of her existence and those of her children but still chose not to approach them.

The Duet family is distantly related to royalty, but the local government has long moved away from monarchy, so it’s little more than an interesting family fact.

Despite Kemat, Maji, and Vashael all being adults, they still live at home with their parents. The Duet family estate is big enough for all five members of the family and then some, and they don’t see the point in moving out when they’re all pretty comfortable where they are.

Almaea and Manon-Val are often away on company business, but make a point to FaceTime their children at least once a night, if possible.

Maji was secretly dating Neragh, a former employee and security guard of Duet Tech Inc., and went public with their relationship after he lost his leg from the knee down and she paid for his prosthetic. They are engaged but have no wedding date set.

Kemat is aromantic/asexual, and is a regular face at the city’s pride events, only missing one year when he punched an off-duty police officer over ‘fighting words’ and spent the weekend in prison.

Vashael graduated college with decent grades but then went on to start a band with his college friends. They’re pretty good, and have a few albums out on the popular streaming apps, but they’re mostly unknown outside of their tri-city area

Michael makes a damn good cinnamon latte that Haaruma - notorious hater of lines and self-proclaimed ‘impatient bitch’ - will queue an hour for.

Michael had a crush on Vashael first after discovering their band’s music, but befriended Haaruma before he ever got to talk to Vashael face to face.

Naoka and Haaruma are still married but it’s a secret to everybody because Naoka’s parents are massively homophobic.

Haaruma has living family in this AU, but she’s no-contact with both of her parents for various reasons. She does still talk to her half-brother Isstun, though.

Bashur (the band’s Minotaur drummer) has his silhouette incorporated into all of the band’s album covers because he’s the most recognizable figure out of all the members.

Michael has a beautiful singing voice, but absolutely debilitating stage fright when the crowd is anything bigger than five or six people. Haaruma and Vashael both dream of one day helping him get over this fear so he can join the band (though their motivations are quite different).

Magic does exist in this setting, but due to past historical events, much of the knowledge of it has been lost. Some scientists and scholars dedicate their careers to researching and trying to revive this knowledge. Ex: Chad Ziel (the lich who isn’t quite so crazy (yet) in this AU), a rising star in the arcane academia scene for his work in understanding ancient curses.

Velenna was once the leading arcane scholar in Chad's field before she retired to live a 'less hectic' lifestyle, and now works with the local authorities of Springvale and surrounding cities as a cursebreaker. She and Chad have no connection in this AU beyond working in the same field of study.

Velenna did not raise Almaea in this AU, but acted as her mentor figure in college, and remains a close friend of the Duet family.

This AU is my ‘slice of life but with smartphones’ setting. The world building is still ongoing, and we’re just here to have fun when the more medieval base DnD setting won’t quite cut it.

[zathechaosgod]

All Hail Michael McChill, officially cursebreaker of the 16th

[whatsortofschoolisthis]

A

IDENTITY

Full Name: Sean Michael Ames

Nicknames: Noddy, Mike, Pippin.

Name Meanings: Sean — Irish, ”God is Gracious”,  Michael— Hebrew, ”Who is Like God?” Ames — English, “Friend”

Date of Birth: October 31st 1973 (11:10pm)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Blood Status: Pureblood

Ethnicity/Race: White/Caucasian

Nationality: Irish

MBTI Type: INTP-A- Logician. 

Residence: Tralee, County Kerry, Ireland. (Until He and Hecate were 9), St. Ives, Cornwall (11-24) English/Irish countryside (24-27) then in St. Ives, next door to his sister and her husband for the rest of his life.

 MAGIC

1st Wand:

Wood: Hornbeam

Core: Unicorn tail hair

Length: 11 inches

Flexibility: slightly flexible

2nd Wand:

Wood: Ebony

Core: Dragon Heartstring Core

Length: 11 1/2 inches.

Flexibility: flexible.

Other Magical Abilities: Legilmen. 

Patronus: Otter

Patronus Memory: Rubin taking him, Hecate, Bryn, and Kit to feed the ducks the first week they started living with her.

Boggart: The Sluagh.

Riddikulus: The Sluagh are encased in an Ebublio Jinx and float away.

Amortentia:

Sean smells new textbooks, paper, and a spell misfiring.

Sean smells like Ink, cinnamon, and the sea.

Mirror of Erised:  Himself. He’s content as he is and with how things are

HOGWARTS

House: Ravenclaw.

OWL Classes:

Transfiguration - O

Charms - O

Herbology - A

Astronomy - EE

Potions - O

History of Magic -O

Defense Against the Dark Arts - EE

Flying - EE

OWL Electives:

Arithmancy- A

Magical Theory-O

Ancient Studies- O

NEWT Classes:

Potions- O

Transfiguration - EE

DADA- EE

Astronomy- O

Quidditch: Spectator. 

Prefect: No

Clubs: Astronomy Club and Dueling Club.

Favorite Professors: Professor Minerva McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Hooch.

Least Favorite Professors:  Professor Snape, Professor Rakepick, Professor Kettleburn.

CAREER

11 to 17 - Hogwarts student/Part Time dishwasher at The Three Broomsticks.

18 to 24- Potioneer Apprentice 

25 to 27- Worked with the Order helping smuggle Muggleborns, Half Bloods, and squibs out of the country. 

 27 to 98- Potions Professor at Hogwarts.

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: No Clue

Height: 5 ft tall.

Weight & Physique: 107 lbs. Lithe build.

Hair Color: Red

Hair Style: Down to his shoulders, wavy. Pulls it back out of his face.

Eye Color: Brown

Skin Tone: Fair

Scars: Small burn scars on his hands and arms from potions brewing and a terrible scar that goes up his chest and on his neck from the Devil’s Snare.

Modifications: (piercings, tattoos, glasses, etc.)  Gets his ears pierced.

Distinguishing Marks: None.

Clothing Style: He likes hoods and hoodies a lot and prefers causal/business causal muggle clothing over robes.

Accessories: None

What’s In Her Pockets: His wand

What’s In Her School Bag:

Textbooks

Notebooks for each class.

Quills and ink, along with pens.

His star chart for Astronomy/Astronomy Club.

Small book of potion recipes with notes scribbled in.

VOICE & LANGUAGE

Voiceclaim: David Rawle.

Accent: (might differ from voiceclaim’s) Irish/Cornish

Dialect: Munster.

Languages Spoken: English, Irish Gaelic, and Faroese.

Languages Understood: English, Irish Gaelic, and Faroese.

Speech and/or Language Disorder: None

FAMILY

Father: Henry John Ames

Born on May 1st 1920 and raised in a small wizarding/squib village in North Devon, England. The youngest of three children, his parents were much older and tended to spoil him a bit.

His childhood prior to Hogwarts was...chaotic. His father (a cursebreaker), who he admired, had multiple affairs and his parents were always fighting about it. His siblings, Holly and Hannah, were also in and out of the house with their own families, so it got a little cramped.

Henry was thrilled when he got his Hogwarts letter.

Henry was sorted into Gryffindor upon starting Hogwarts. He was fairly popular and played Beater on the Gryffindor Quidditch team but was known for messing around with girls. In spite of this he attracted the attention of his first wife Nancy White.

After Hogwarts, Henry decided to pursue a career as a Cursebreaker like his dad and repeated the patterns of his father before him. A breaker of cycles, he is not.

He had a brief fling with Elsa Orn, who had Rubin as a result. He would write to and visit Rubin, who mostly tolerated him until adulthood.

He married Nancy in 1949 and had Wren a year later.

After his Wife’s brutal murder at the hands of blood purists, he took Wren and moved to Galway, Ireland to be near Fiadah and her mother Brigid. Fiadah hated him even as a tiny bitter four year old, so it was Not Fun.

In 1959, He met Saorise and after sweeping her off her feet he married her. He was also ‘Dating’ a woman named Gwen on the side who had Bryn on March 8th 1972.

On December 3rd, 1965, Saorise had Odhran Jacob Ames AKA Danny.

Sometime in 1973 Saorise and Gwen realized that Henry was cheating and he found himself divorced and with no girlfriend.

This did not keep him from moving on and it seems he has learned nothing and will continue to learn nothing until he dies.

Current wife is Sally Baker-Ames who had Evangeline Louise Baker-Ames in 1974. She goes to Hogwarts and it is very VERY awkward.

Looks for Jacob while out on Cursebreaking expeditions and helped Saorise pay for a private detective. He also informed Rubin when Saorise began to neglect Hecate and Sean. While he is a bad father and husband, he does care about his children, in a strange haphazard way.

Faceclaim: George Arliss

Mother: Saorise Aine O’Malley (formerly Ames, changed her name back after the divorce)

Born on June 4th, 1930 in Tralee, Ireland to Sean and Bridget O’Malley.

Her childhood was happy and full of love, she was an only child and was doted on by her parents.

Saorise was sorted into Hufflepuff. She was a Hatstall between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.

After graduating from Hogwarts, Saorise worked as a court scribe for the Ministry of Magic.

In 1959, Saorise met Henry and was swept off her feet. Soon she found herself with a stepdaughter at home, two more abroad, and three small children.

She slowly realized that maybe multiple affairs are not ‘Mistakes’ but indicative of a pattern.

Eventually Gwen (her best friend) revealed Henry to her and Saorise promptly divorced him. She forgives Gwen, as she had no idea,  and they maintain a friendship until Gwen dies of cancer in 1986.

Jacob going missing consumed her and she soon began neglecting her other two children while looking for him. Rubin stepped in and took custody of Hecate and Sean after she came over to visit at the insistence  of her father and found Hecate seizing, Sean sobbing, and Saorise nowhere to be seen.

She eventually came back around after year 5 but the children have no interest in a relationship and she doesn’t really blame them. They have a distant aunt type relationship with her. Sean sort of resents her but not really.

Faceclaim: Lucille Ball.

Older Brother: Odhran Jacob Ames AKA Danny.

Born on December 3rd, 1965, Danny is the oldest known boy. He was sorted into Hufflepuff and caused all kinds of problems due to his arrogance and inability to tell when he is being lied to.

Wants to be like his father which is why he goes after the Vaults so hard.

Sean does not like Danny and has never liked Danny.

Jacob calls him Noddy after the Enid Blyton Character and Sean calls him The Muppet or Muppet because he feels like it .

They reach an uneasy truce but Danny is “On Thin Fucking Ice.”

Faceclaim: Patrick Swayze (1980s)

Sister: Hecate Maran Ames

Hecate iis his twin and s ten minutes older than him

Sean loves her and they are very close. 

Sean takes over the Cursed Vaults Search for Hecate whenever she is in the Hospital Wing and they generally look after one another.

Faceclaim: Molly Quinn.

Sister: Rubin Agda Orn

Eldest ‘Ames’ Child. In her forties after Hecate graduates.

Becomes Hecate and Sean’s legal guardian when they are eight years old and moves them out with Kit to St. Ives when they’re ten due to wanting to get them away from their Mother’s negative influence.

Very close with both Hecate and Sean and teaches them her own form of magic.

Saved their lives during the First Wizarding War.

Sean thinks she is very cool. He also likes to mess with her.

Drumstrang Student, chose ancient Norse magic as her concentration in her 5th year.

Sister: Wren Etta Ito

Wren is the second oldest girl. Forty when Hecate graduates.

Married Osamu in 1970 and immigrated to Japan in 1972. Had her first child, Mirou, in 1970 and her second, Sara,  in 1973.

She writes to all her siblings and they love each other but Wren is more like ‘The Ancient Half Sister’ in Roald Dahl’s ‘Boy’ book to the younger ones.

Ravenclaw.

Sister: Fiadah Medb O’Faud

Third oldest girl. Thirty-nine when Hecate graduates.

As soon as she achieved Thoughts she decided to cause problems on purpose. Mostly for Henry and purist peers. Later this applies to criminals being tried in MAUSCA’s courts.

Sean likes Fiadah but is wary of her, she’s a little nuts.

Slytherin/Thunderbird house.

Brother: Bryn Ames

A year older than Hecate and Sean and the Responsible Sibling.

Sean loves Bryn and Bryn loves Sean but they fight like cats and dogs.

Bryn helps with the vaults when he can but his Prefect duties keep him busy most of the time

Slytherin

Nephew/Sibling: Kitto Alan Teague

A few months older than Sean, not that it helps him.

Sean is extremely protective of Kit and has threatened people’s well being if they try to hurt him.

A Good Noodle.

Cousin: Wednesday Anne Drew’

Older than Sean by a year, like Bryn. They don’t get along well.

Wednesday is very difficult and unlike the Ames’s, believes that they aren’t looking for living brothers. Is glad to be proven wrong but still is very negative.

Tends to condescend to Sean, which he HATES.

Will help with the Vaults. Will complain about it.

Ravenclaw

Sister: Evangeline Louise Baker-Ames

Sean  avoids her as long as he can until Chester forces him to talk to Evangeline.

He has offered to kill for her and tries to keep her from finding out about how bad Henry is. She WILL admire  and have a good relationship with their father, dammit!

Friends.

Faceclaim: No Idea

Pets:  A cat named Alvin.

FRIENDSHIPS

Best Friends:

Talbott Winger

Andre Egwu

Rowan Khanna

Penny Haywood.

Jae Kim

Close Friends:

Charlie Weasley

Bill Weasley

Murphy McNully.

Chiara Lobasca. 

Friends:

Orion Amari.

Barnaby Lee

Acquaintances:

Skye Parkin

Tonks.

Badea Ali, 

It’s Complicated:

Tuliup Kasarau

Ben Copper.

Liz Tuttle

Victor Katsuki.

Dormmates:

Talbott Winger 

Andre Egwu

Unnamed Ravenclaws.

Rivals: Merula Snyde, Diego Caplan, Ismelda Murk.

Enemies: R, Death Eaters, Rakepick.

ROMANCE & CHILDREN

Love Interest: Wilfred Levi Kidd

They first met after Sean started tutoring him in Charms in their second year.

Sean didn’t realize he had a crush on Levi until their sixth year and was like “No! Fuck! Merlin WHY.”

Meanwhile, Levi was trying to flirt and everyone noticed except Sean

Levi ended up telling him to his face shortly before the end of their sixth year. Sean was surprised and Levi was very annoyed.

They started dating after and spent the war together helping the Order.

Moved into a house next door to Hecate and Andre.

 They got married for legal reasons on April 20th 2003. It was a smallish wedding with family and a few close friends.

Future Son: Franklin Cael Kidd.

Adopted at 2 years old in 2004. Born on November 8th 2001, his parents were Muggle teenagers who gave him up for adoption. The youngest Child.

A quiet introverted boy who is an absolute beast at Quidditch and plays beater for Slytherin. Wants to be an Unspeakable.

Vine Wand, 12 inches, unicorn hair core, and flexible.

Future Son: Richard Alexander Kidd AKA Ricky

Born on February 8th 1997, his parents were squibs that were killed by Death Eaters. Sean and Levi rescued him and officially adopted him after the war ended.

Ricky is an outgoing boy and enjoys Wizard’s Chess and Gobstones , as he is unable to play Quidditch due to being born without his left arm. He’d like to be an artist. Was sorted into Gryffindor.

Apple Wand, 11 inches, Dragonheartstring core, and bendy.

PERSONALITY

Traits:

Positive: Intelligent, brave, thinks well on his feet, pleasant, and cheerful.

Neutral: Protective, loyal, hyper, odd, thoughtful.

Negative: Spiteful, cunning, annoying, unpredictable, oblivious, unsettling.

Favorites:

Color: Purple.

Food: Beef and Two Vegetables.

Weather: Misty and cool weather

Books: The Neverending Story, The Lord of the Rings trilogy, and the Time Quartet (Wrinkle in Time Books)

Hobbies: Reading, experimenting with potions, and stargazing. 

Music: Little of everything, enjoys Johnny Cash quite a lot though. Rubin listens to him all the time and the singer grew on Sean.

Dislikes: Blood supremacy, Mooncalves, summertime, Valentine’s Day, and most insects.

Description: If you betray Sean, your life will become Very Unpleasant. Otherwise he is a loyal friend and will never betray you or test his potions on you. He is also very odd and likes to make unsettling observations about things you wouldn’t think were unsettling.

MBTI Description: “Logicians pride themselves on their unique perspectives and vigorous intellect. They can’t help but puzzle over the mysteries of the universe – which may explain why some of the most influential philosophers and scientists of all time have been Logicians. This personality type is fairly rare, but with their creativity and inventiveness, Logicians aren’t afraid to stand out from the crowd.”atround 

HISTORY & BACKGROUND

Pre-Hogwarts Childhood:

Sean’s childhood was tumultuous due to his parents divorce and Jacob running away. He dealt with it by looking after Hecate as best he could and escaping into books, which led to a lifelong love of fantasy novels.

Due to their mother’s increasing neglect and one very dangerous seizure, Rubin took custody of Hecate and Sean.

After that, He had a much happier childhood with Kit being one of his first close friends.

Hogwarts Years:

Trying to google everything would only frustrate me and waste my time, so I’m not going into detail.

Sean leads the vault adventures whenever Hecate is ill or busy and become a permanent leader after the events of Year Five.

Second Wizarding War:

After graduating, Sean apprentices under a potion’s master for around six years and finishes shortly before the war began

Shared a flat with Levi. They were forced to run after Death Eaters started targeting Sean due to being the younger brother of Rubin and a vocal anti-Voldemort critic.

Spent the next year helping muggleborns, half bloods, and squibs out of the country.  After being betrayed by a double agent, Sean and Levi lived out of a tent in the countrysides of England, Ireland, and Scotland for the next two years.

A few months in they rescued baby Ricky after stumbling across a fresh murder scene and killing the Death Eaters involved. Not knowing what else to do, they brought the baby along with them and would only venture into cities to buy baby formula.

They both fought in the battle of Hogwarts, Sean strapped Ricky to his back. Mrs. Weasley was extremely angry at him for it but Fred thought it was funny.

Adulthood:

Sean lived a much calmer life after the war, taking over the position as Potions professor shortly after the war ended while Levi wrote books on dyslexia in Magical Children after being diagnosed.

Levi died at the age of 98 and Sean secluded himself, only emerging to teach or interact with his family. 

Death:

Sean died in his sleep a few minutes before Hecate at the age of 105 years old. He was survived by two children, four grandchildren, and six great grandchildren.

MISCELLANEOUS

Sean is a good singer and threw his audition for the Frog Choir so Merula could have it and so she would owe him

He hates Enid Blyton’s works with a fiery passion and hates his nickname Noddy even more. 

Dated a few people before ending up with Kidd: Penny, Tulip, Victor (a bad decision), Liz, and Ben. He’s still on good terms with Penny and Liz but everyone else? It’s complicated.

Enjoys Muggle horror films, his favorite being the Exorcist. Sean think’s its hilarious.

He also likes Alfred Hitchcock Presents and Mystery Science Theater.

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[vanosslirious]

Fandom: Banana Bus Squad (Vanoss Crew.)

Ch: 37 • A Curse Made From Power.

POV: VanossGaming.

Words: 1.883 | 72.145

Excerpt:

"So, what are we?" Jonathan asked, motioning at himself and Luke.

"Exactly," Luke said, brows arched, "what the fuck does Oliver Reed want with us? All we cared about when we were with the asshole was controlling our magic, not to have it twist and fuck up on us."

[thequibblah]

Hi, I just caught up with Come Together, which I absolutely Adored (you know how sometimes you read something and it bleeds out into real life and makes it feel a-okay and all alright? Come Together did exactly that). All of the characterisations and ships were so spot on - I am rooting so unbelievably hard for Dorcas and Michael! I love the chemistry between all the couples, and just how much of a good friend James was to Lily before she even fell for him. I also just realised you wrote the one-shot where they're cursebreaker/archaeologists which has to be one of my favourite Jily oneshots! Anyway all this is to say, I love your writing so much!

AHHHH thank YOU, you are so very kind!!!! makes me so warm inside to think i have helped in any way make your day(s) easier with my writing :) i do love a dash of friends to lovers in just about everything, i’ve realised, which is…some amount of self-awareness 😂

and DOUBLE thank you about that oneshot! it was a joy to write and just like, pure fucking fun to figure out. every time someone tells me they liked it i feel VERY validated for my unnecessarily detailed premises LOL. (but speaking of, if you’re in search of another magical AU of mine… just saying, there’s more worldbuilding and spicy scenes and i’m writing more of it!)

[unfortunate-arrow]

𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐬

A/N: For @hp-12monthsofmagic’s May prompt (“Victory”). After going through multiple different scenarios involving the Battle of Hogwarts and Voldemort’s defeat, I settled on rewriting an old fic that I wrote a little less than three years ago. Set in November 2003.

“Who’s that, Momma?”

The little voice startled Sara O’Donnell-Lee out of her trance. She looked up from the photo album to see a small girl with reddish-brown hair and The Little Mermaid pajamas, her small girl. Sara pursed her lips, studying her daughter.

“What are you doing out of bed?” Sara asked.

“I want water,” Dora replied, offering Sara an innocent look that she did not buy.

“Uh-huh. Where’s Daddy?”

“He’s with Vi-vi.”

“Really?” Sara raised her eyebrow. Despite being only six months old, Violet was an incredibly good sleeper.

“Or maybe with Dec.” 

That sounded more accurate. Her son had recently decided that sleep was for the weak and the best thing that a two-year-old could do was stay up the whole night. He’d also quit napping, right around the time that Violet was born because of course he did.

“The people, Momma,” Dora exclaimed, sounding exasperated in the way that only a four-year-old could. 

Sara sighed, but pulled Dora into her lap anyways. She placed the photo album into their laps, flipping back to the first page of photos.

“Who do you know?” she asked, pointing to the first picture.

“That’s Unca Ryan!” Dora exclaimed in excitement, pointing to the sixteen-year-old form of her middle brother. “And that’s Unca Conor and Aunt Cara and Aunt Penny and Aunt Rowan!”

“Yeah. That’s right. And there’s me and Daddy.”

“The people?”

Sara stared at the next photo for a long moment, a bittersweet smile forming on her face. The photo had been taken in her sixth year, by Charlie Weasley with Penny Haywood’s camera. The five Hufflepuff girls were smiling widely, Tonks’s hair changed color every other moment. They had no idea what was to come, how much things would change, that in ten short years one of them would be dead.

“Well, that’s Momma and that’s Aunt Penny and that’s Aunt Rowan,” Sara began pointing to each of the girls as she said their names. “And this is Chiara. She sometimes works with Momma.” 

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “This is Tonks. She was probably my best friend. We were not the type of friendship that people expected. Tonks was kind of like Uncle Ryan and I was not. She passed away a while ago, so she’s with Grandma and Granda O’Donnell. In fact, Dora, we named you after her.”

There was no response and Sara looked down. Dora’s eyes were shut and she clung tightly to the plush bunny that Sara hadn’t realized that her daughter had brought down with her. She gently closed the photo album and placed it onto the coffee table, scooping Dora up to bring her to bed. Once Dora had been settled into bed, Sara took a moment to peak in on baby Violet, who was sleeping soundly. The nature of a third child, Sara supposed. She paused at the top of the stairs, smiling at the sound of Barnaby’s baritone, softly muted through the door of their son’s bedroom.

She stepped back into the living room and slid the photo album back into the bookcase by the fireplace. She stared at the photos on the bookcase. There were a myriad of photos, reflecting the many different points in her life. Herself as a child, grinning with her grandparents and siblings. Her time at Hogwarts. A photo of her and Barnaby after their lowkey wedding. A photo of her holding baby Dora and one with baby Declan and a third one with baby Violet. The newest family photo, with her siblings and new nephew, Michael, and her sisters-in-law. One of her and Barnaby at each of her siblings’ weddings. One of the cursebreaking crew members in the Order of the Phoenix. One of her and Tonks.

“Love?” Barnaby’s voice and arms wrapping around her waist startled herself out of the trance.

“Declan asleep?” she asked.

“Yeah. Kid conked out right after I started talking about the different ways to care for creatures.”

“That boy is not going to follow your footsteps into magiozoology.”

“No, he is not. What’s on your mind, my dear?”

“Dora asked about some photos from our younger days. I’ve been thinking about Tonks a lot tonight.”

“Oh, love.”

“Yeah. But you know, Barn, it feels like her death meant something. There’s been so many other pointless deaths in my life but hers felt different.”

“We won.”

“Yes. She helped to make it possible for us to give those kids a life where they aren’t afraid. To give her son a life where he isn’t afraid. And that feels like a victory.”

[carewyncromwell]

[HPHM] Albus Dumbledore Playlist

suggested by @aceyanaheim // featuring Michael Gambon as Albus Dumbledore

    “Little Lies” ~ Fleetwood Mac

“Eva” ~ Nightwish

“Behind Blue Eyes” ~ The Who

“Main Theme” ~ To Kill a Mockingbird

“Underground” ~ David Bowie

“Oh Capablanca” ~ Juga

“The Power of Love” ~ Huey Louis and the News

“History Has Its Eyes on You” ~ Hamilton the musical

“My Way” ~ Frank Sinatra

In life, Albus Dumbledore was considered the most powerful wizard in the world. Most of his students greatly esteemed the amiable, wise Headmaster, including Harry Potter, who Dumbledore personally mentored during his time at school. For Carewyn Cromwell, however, the man inspires less fond memories. As amiable as he was, he was still the man who expelled her older brother Jacob, which only pushed him more into the manipulative claws of R. And when Carewyn herself was at school, Dumbledore was oddly all right with her dealing with the Cursed Vaults until she reached her fourth year and it became clear that there were more people interested in the Vaults than just Carewyn and Dumbledore’s Cursebreaker associate, Patricia Rakepick. As much as Carewyn never thought Dumbledore meant to be unhelpful, his lack of involvement with the Vaults frustrated her all the same, since she would’ve been much more willing to listen to him as a young girl and not go after the Vaults if he could’ve efficiently broken their curses on his own with his vastly superior magic and resources. It was only at the very end of Carewyn’s journey that she found out that Dumbledore was doing his own investigation of the Cursed Vaults behind the scenes, but it still resulted in him only being of much use at the end when she could’ve used that help a lot sooner. Dumbledore himself always felt some fondness for Carewyn, but truthfully just couldn’t relate to her the same way he could Harry, because as much as Carewyn had gone through her fair share of pain as a child and strove to do good in the world despite it, she’d never seemed in much need for guidance or mentoring. She didn’t share her emotions with anyone or lean on anyone else for emotional support. And as much as Dumbledore could sense through his own Legilimency how turbulent the young paragon’s emotions were, he also could tell it was a sea that he would not be able to tame and give direction. This was a soldier he could never hope to command as a general -- a chess piece that he couldn’t direct in such a way that kept her out of harm’s way -- and yet she was such a loving, noble person all the same. More than a few times, Dumbledore discussed Carewyn with her Head of House, Severus Snape, and once when Snape expressed disbelief that someone like Carewyn wasn’t in Gryffindor instead, Dumbledore couldn’t help but chuckle and say that Carewyn was most certainly not a Gryffindor -- for if she was, he wouldn’t be so baffled about how she could be so noble and yet only pursue the Vaults for the sake of her brother, rather than for the well-being of Hogwarts itself. (Answer: Jacob being in trouble and reaching out to her for help gave Carewyn an emotional stake in getting involved herself -- otherwise, she would’ve been more willing and able to let the more experienced teachers handle the situation. Classic Slytherin thought process, to be more about protecting one’s inner-circle and achieving one’s ends than doing good deeds for the sake of chivalry and honor.) When Voldemort returned and the Order of the Phoenix was reassembled, Carewyn declined Dumbledore’s invitation to join, but nonetheless provided the Order some aid by silently sabotaging Fudge and smuggling intelligence to Order members like Nymphadora Tonks. When Carewyn received the news of Dumbledore’s death at Snape’s hands, she admittedly was more distraught at who had committed the crime than Dumbledore’s death itself, but she did still pay her respects by attending Dumbledore’s funeral briefly and taking a moment by his tomb. For all of his mistakes and for as much as she herself had disliked about him, he was still a man who earned a lot more love and respect in his life than hatred or resentment...and that, at least, could be commended.