#Hogsmead

[slytherin-princess-x]

First day of slytherinmas:

Pretty girl -- Lorenzo x reader

Tw: mention of sex, Enzo kissing readers neck

Summary: sometimes enzo can be quite hot and cold…. (Fluff)

YOUR POV:

I love Enzo, I really do but this boy sure knows how to drive me up the wall whether it’s on purpose or not. He’s either all over me, too close still isn’t close enough; or, he’s the most quiet person ever who would rather sit in silence. Today was that kind of day. Pansy had taken me out earlier this Saturday to Hogsmead for new clothes because we can never have enough outfits, or whatever she said, but, when I got back something was up with enz. I mean he just appeared in my dorm and was lounging on my bed reading a book. Paying no attention to me. At. All. I remember the conversation I had with pansy earlier:

EARLIER:

“Well if he isn’t paying attention to you, just make him”

“And how do you suppose I do that, pansy” I said while shimmying into a sleek, black dress which had a cut up the side to my thigh.

“Make him compliment you, or make him jealous, tell him you’re going out with……Cedric or something, I dunno” she stepped into my changing room “that dress would make me stop ignoring you, damn girl” I laugh at her.

“Thank you but I can’t do that to enzo I’d feel so bad” taking Pansy’s hand she spun me around with a small laugh

“Look, y/n you’re hot. Use that to your advantage” she stands behind me in the mirror fixing my hair and zips up the back of my dress

“What do you mean, pans?”

“Your innocence kills me. Slowly. And painfully. I mean, you could always force his attention away, that’s what I’d do to blaise”

“I really don’t need to hear about yours and blaise’s sexual…..activities” I say scrunching my nose up in fake disgust which she laughed off

“All im saying is mess around with him. Tease him, suck him off, edge him till he’s begging, literally whatever you want but don’t just wait for him to notice how damn good you look in that dress….or out of it”

BACK TO NOW:

Maybe she’s right. I look at the dress hung over the back of my chair, quickly taking it in my arms I walk into the bathroom slipping it on.

LORENZO’S POV:

Damn, I hate it when she’s right, i mean she basically always is right but still. Ugh, this book is good, I mean I can’t believe Jo just like denied Laurie and didn’t marry him and then he married Amy instead like wow….plot…fucking…..twist. I look up from my book to tell y/n that the book is bad because she can’t know I like it and she’s gone, odd.

YOUR POV:

I walk out the bathroom to stand infront of my bedroom mirror once again and see Lorenzo now lying on his back holding the book up. I sigh slightly thinking I’m going to have to resort to one of Pansy’s plans

“I look so ugly, why did I buy this dress” I huff at myself lacing my voice with some lever of sadness

“What?! Who told you that? Did someone say that to you?” His voice came out panicked and full of concern, that I felt bad for doing this.

“No one did, I just look bad” he scrambled off the bed and stood behind me, his hands on my hips rubbing small circles with his thumbs. I try and stress the smirk that’s forcing its way onto my face before he could catch on.

“Your gorgeous y/n, breathtaking” his hand runs up my body to my neck tilting my head up. Sparks fly up and down my spine when he moves my hair away from my neck. I loose track of what he’s saying as my body relaxes against his and his warm breath tickles my neck. “What are you smirking about huh?” He places a kiss to my neck. “Did you just want some attention pretty girl?” He turns me to face him while I mumble a “maybe” while heat rushes up my neck to my face. He wraps a hand around my neck making me look up at him

“You jealous of a book sweetheart? Just want me to yourself, baby?” I hum a yes, closing my eyes slightly feeling the vibrations between my neck and his hand. “How bout I show you how pretty you are? I’ll give you all my attention, yeah?” he took his hand from my neck grabbing the back of my thighs, lifting me up wrapping my legs round his waist. He kneads the skin under my hiked up dress walking me over to me bed and laying me down, hovering over me.

“My pretty girl”

[penelope-pagan-june-sea-witch]

Merry Christmas! Hope everyone is having a lovely time.

[ominisstanforever]

This Is How I Feel and All I Can Say Is Thank You chapter 7

Still working on the chapter after that, but I should have it done by tomorrow. I'm trying to write as much as I can on the weekends since I don't feel like it during the week.

[queenvreads]

REVIEW: Manacled by SenLinYu

10/5 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

I feel like I got hit with a bludger to the head. Everything I knew about Harry Potter has gone out the window. I feel like I stepped into the Twilight Zone. I guess in some ways I have. I am a mess. The original series ends with 'All was well.' All was not well here. Everything was terrible and horrifying.

The reviews said that this was not a happy story, so I was under no illusion that it would be anything other. Yet here I am. I had just finished my reread of Deathly Hallows, and I didn't want the party to end.

Funny enough, I had never read fanfic before, and boy what a place to start then with this Dramoine masterpiece.

This story was like a Dementor's Kiss, like my soul was sucked out of my body. My brain and heart are mush. It was so long, yet so well-written. I can't remember the last time I enjoyed such a long book. Every detail made sense to the story, and everything was so well-explained. I didn't know what was happening or how it was going to end, but I trusted that I would get there. I have no regrets. This is by far my top read of 2023 so far.

There is really nothing else to add, you'll just need to read it to understand.

I am definitely hooked on Dramione now 🖤🖤

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[tinasplayzone]

Hogwarts Legacy #07 | Kräuterkunde bei Prof. Garlick

Hey, eine weitere Folge von Hogwarts Legacy ist online! Habt ihr es schon gesehen?! Nein?! Na dann aber mal schnell nachholen! 😃 Lass auch gern ein Abo da, falls du es noch nicht getan hast!

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[letraspal]

A study on the effects of muggle clothing.

[o-profeta-diario]

EDIÇÃO ESPECIAL DE HALLOWEEN: O Fantasma da Casa dos Gritos: Lenda Sombria que Pendura

por Alana Lobaznyuk, Colunista Geral

Uma Profunda Investigação Sobre o Espírito Aterrorizante que Assombra a Casa dos Gritos

HOGSMEADE - A comunidade bruxa sempre esteve repleta de mistérios e lendas, e entre esses enigmas sinistros destaca-se a lenda da “Fantasma da Casa dos Gritos”. Em comemoração ao Dia das Bruxas, decidimos aprofundar nossa investigação e explorar o espírito aterrorizante que dizem assombrar a icônica Casa dos Gritos, localizada em Hogsmeade.

Há séculos, a Casa dos Gritos tem sido conhecida por seu passado misterioso e sombrio. O edifício gótico de três andares, uma vez residência de uma família abastada, permanece vazio há décadas. A lenda afirma que o espírito de uma bruxa poderosa e atormentada assombra a casa, mas a causa dessa bruxa e a causa de sua angústia ainda são um mistério.

Para obter mais informações sobre essa lenda enigmática, buscamos a ajuda de uma bruxa que prefere deixar sua identidade anônima, mas que possui a habilidade de falar com os mortos. Segundo a Raissa, vamos chamá-la assim, a história da Casa dos Gritos é tão antiga quanto a própria comunidade bruxa e tem suas raízes entrelaçadas com eventos sombrios do passado.

“Esta lenda foi transmitida de geração em geração e é parte intrínseca da cultura bruxa”, afirmou Raissa. “Há relatos de avistamentos do fantasma na casa desde o século XVII, e acredita-se que seja o espírito de uma bruxa que sofreu uma morte horrível. No entanto, as circunstâncias exatas de sua morte obscura não podem ser ditas com exatidão.”

A Casa dos Gritos também tem uma história de ocupantes fugazes, muitos dos quais a abandonaram após experimentarem eventos paranormais inexplicáveis. Sussurros de vozes, portas que se abrem e fecham sem intervenção humana e aparições fantasmagóricas são apenas algumas das perturbadoras experiências relatadas.

Nossa equipe de reportagem tentou entrar em contato com o Departamento de Regulamentação e Controle das Criaturas Mágicas do Ministério da Magia para obter informações sobre a Casa dos Gritos, mas as autoridades se recusaram a comentar sobre o assunto, alimentando ainda mais a aura de mistério que envolve o local.

Enquanto muitos bruxos e bruxas se mantêm afastados da Casa dos Gritos, há aqueles que se aventuram a explorar sua assombração. Há relatos de grupos de caça-fantasmas bruxos que realizam investigações noturnas na hospedagem em busca de respostas sobre a identidade da bruxa e as situações de sua morte.

À medida que o Dia das Bruxas se aproxima, a Casa dos Gritos se torna um ponto de referência para os amantes do mistério e do sobrenatural, atraindo visitantes corajosos em busca de emoções fortes. No entanto, é importante lembrar que a lenda do Fantasma da Casa dos Gritos continua a desafiar a explicação, deixando-nos com mais perguntas do que respostas.

Independentemente de você acredita ou não na existência do fantasma, a Casa dos Gritos permanece um monumento à rica tapeçaria de histórias sombrias que permeiam a comunidade bruxa. Enquanto a lenda persiste, a curiosidade e o fascínio com a Casa dos Gritos continuam a perdurar, lembrando a todos que o mundo mágico está cheio de segredos ocultos e enigmas profundos. Feliz Dia das Bruxas a todos os nossos leitores!

[rosesareredrosa]

More Than Words

Theo Nott x fem reader

Summary: based on a request on this ask thank you anon <33

w/c: 1735

You sat on the edge of your bed, carefully curling the last strand of your hair. You’d spent the past hour getting ready—your hair was styled in soft waves, and you wore a new dress you’d bought specifically because Theo had once mentioned he liked that color on you. You even spritzed on the perfume he had complimented, hoping he’d notice.

As you glanced at the clock, your excitement started to wane. Theo had promised he’d meet you in the common room at 7, but it was already 7:15, and there was no sign of him. You bit your lip, trying to stay optimistic. He was probably just running late.

When you finally made your way to the Slytherin common room, you found Theo lounging on one of the couches, surrounded by his friends. They were deep in conversation, laughing and joking about the latest Quidditch match. Your heart sank a little—he hadn’t even bothered to come looking for you.

You approached him with a smile, hoping he’d notice the effort you’d put into your appearance. “Hey, Theo,” you said softly, trying to catch his eye.

He glanced up, his eyes skimming over you before returning to the conversation. “Hey, love,” he said casually, patting the spot next to him. “Sit down, we’re just talking about the match yesterday. You should’ve seen the way Flint blocked that last shot—it was brilliant.”

You forced a smile and sat down, but you couldn’t ignore the sting of being overlooked. He hadn’t even commented on your appearance, or asked about the evening you’d planned. You tried to join in on the conversation, but it was hard to focus when you felt so invisible.

As the night went on, Theo’s attention remained on his friends. He barely acknowledged you, his focus entirely on discussing Quidditch strategies and joking around. Each time you tried to steer the conversation towards something more personal, something just between the two of you, he either brushed it off or didn’t seem to hear you at all.

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. You excused yourself and left the common room, retreating to the solitude of your dormitory. You had tried so hard, but it felt like nothing you did mattered.

A few days later, you decided to surprise Theo after his Quidditch practice. You knew how much he loved a good post-practice snack, so you visited the kitchens and put together a basket of all his favorite foods. You even brought one of his sweaters, knowing he’d be cold after flying around the pitch.

You waited by the edge of the Quidditch field, basket in hand, watching as the team landed and started packing up. When Theo spotted you, he jogged over, a grin on his face. “Y/N, what are you doing out here?” he asked, slightly out of breath.

You smiled, holding up the basket. “I thought I’d bring you a snack after practice. I know how hungry you get.”

He glanced at the basket, then back at his teammates, who were waving him over. “That’s sweet of you,” he said, giving you a quick peck on the lips. “But the guys are heading to the locker room to cool down. I’ll catch up with you later, okay?”

You stared after him as he jogged away, the basket feeling heavy in your hands. He didn’t even notice the effort you put into making his favorite snacks or think to thank you for waiting in the chilly evening air with his sweater. It was another small gesture brushed aside, another moment where you felt invisible.

The next weekend, you decided to dress up for a Hogsmeade trip. You wore the dress Theo had once said looked “cute” on you, paired with a new pair of shoes you’d been excited to show off. When you met up with Theo in the courtyard, your heart fluttered, hoping this time he might notice.

But as soon as he saw you, his eyes drifted right past your outfit to something behind you. “Hey, is that the new broomstick model?” he said, more to himself than to you, already walking past you to get a closer look.

You stood there for a moment, stunned, before following him. He was already deep in conversation with a few other students about the broom, completely oblivious to the effort you’d made. You walked beside him through Hogsmeade, but the conversation was all about Quidditch, the new broomstick, and what the team’s chances were in the upcoming match.

When you finally arrived at the Three Broomsticks, Theo ordered drinks for both of you, but he spent the entire time talking to his friends. Even when you tried to steer the conversation towards something more personal, he barely responded, his attention split between you and everyone else at the table.

By the end of the day, your feet were aching in the new shoes, and your heart was heavy with disappointment. It was like no matter what you did, no matter how much effort you put in, Theo just didn’t see it—or didn’t care.

One day, determined to spend some quality time with Theo, you decided to study together. He had been stressed about an upcoming Potions exam, so you thought it would be a nice way to be supportive and bond at the same time. You prepared all of his notes, laid out his textbooks, and even brewed a pot of tea, knowing how much he liked a warm drink while studying.

When Theo finally showed up at the library, he looked exhausted, but you greeted him with a warm smile. “Hey, I set everything up for us to study together,” you said, gesturing to the neatly arranged table.

He gave you a tired smile and sat down. “Thanks, Y/N,” he said, but there was no real warmth in his voice. He immediately dove into his notes, barely glancing at you.

You tried to engage him in conversation, asking about the parts of the syllabus he was struggling with and offering to quiz him. But Theo was distracted, his responses short and curt. He seemed more focused on cramming as much information as possible rather than appreciating the effort you put into making the study session enjoyable.

At one point, you gently reached over to adjust the way he was holding his quill, a small, affectionate gesture. “You always hold it so tight,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Theo pulled his hand away, his expression frustrated. “Y/N, can you not right now? I really need to focus,” he said, his tone sharper than you’d expected.

You recoiled slightly, feeling the sting of his words. “I’m just trying to help,” you murmured, the hurt evident in your voice.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know, but this exam is important. I don’t have time for… distractions.”

The word “distractions” echoed in your mind, cutting deeper than you wanted to admit. You had put so much thought into making this time together meaningful, but it was clear he didn’t see it that way. You nodded quietly, pulling back and focusing on your own work, even though your heart wasn’t in it anymore.

It all came to a head a few days later. You were sitting in the common room, trying to focus on a book, but your mind kept drifting back to how invisible you felt in your relationship. It hurt more than you wanted to admit. You had tried so hard to be a good girlfriend, to make Theo happy, but it felt like you were the only one putting in any effort.

When Theo walked in, spotting you sitting alone, he smiled and made his way over. “Hey, love,” he said, sitting down beside you. “What are you working on?”

You looked up from your parchment, trying to muster a smile, but it felt forced. “Just some homework.”

He noticed the lack of enthusiasm in your voice and frowned. “Are you okay? You seem… off.”

You sighed, setting your quill down and turning to face him fully. “Theo, can we talk? I mean, really talk?”

He nodded, a bit concerned now. “Of course. What’s going on?”

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your emotions in check. “I feel like I’m the only one trying in this relationship. I spend all this time doing things for you, planning special moments, dressing up, trying to make you happy… but it’s like you don’t even see it.”

Theo looked genuinely taken aback. “Y/N, what are you talking about? I—”

“No, Theo, listen to me,” you interrupted, your voice trembling with emotion. “I plan evenings for us, and you brush them off. I bring you snacks after practice, and you don’t even thank me. I dress up because I want to look good for you, and you don’t even notice. Do you know how that feels? To try so hard and feel like it’s all for nothing?”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you continued, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I love you, Theo. I really do. But I can’t keep doing this if you don’t care. I need to feel like I matter to you, like you appreciate the things I do. I need to feel like you actually see me.”

Theo’s face paled as your words sank in. He reached out to take your hands, his voice filled with regret. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize… I didn’t know you felt like this. I’ve been so wrapped up in my own stuff that I didn’t see how much I was hurting you.”

He squeezed your hands, his eyes full of guilt. “You do matter to me. More than anything. I’ve just been an idiot, and I’m so sorry. I never meant to make you feel like this.”

You looked into his eyes, searching for sincerity, and found it. Theo might have been oblivious sometimes, but he cared about you deeply. “I just need you to show it,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “I need to know that you care, that I’m not just another thing on your list.”

“I will,” Theo vowed, bringing your hands to his lips and kissing them gently. “I’ll do better, Y/N. I promise. You’re the most important thing in my life, and I don’t want to lose you. I’ll show you how much you mean to me, every day.”

He took a deep breath, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “I’m going to change, Y/N. I won’t just tell you I love you—I’ll show you. I’ll be there for you, not just when it’s convenient, but when you need me. I’ll notice the little things because they matter to you, and that means they matter to me.”

You nodded, feeling the sincerity in his words. But there was still a part of you that was hesitant. “Theo, it can’t just be words. I need actions. I need to see that you’re really committed to this, to us.”

He tightened his grip on your hands, his eyes never leaving yours. “I know, and I want to prove it to you. I’m going to make more time for us—whether it’s studying together or just spending quiet evenings by the fire. I’ll listen when you talk, and I’ll appreciate every effort you make, even the ones I was too blind to see before.”

Theo’s voice softened, and he leaned in closer. “I’ll be more present, I promise. No more letting Quidditch or schoolwork come before you. You’ve always been my priority, Y/N, even if I haven’t shown it enough. That’s going to change.”

You could see the determination in his eyes, and it gave you hope. Theo was willing to put in the work, to make sure you felt valued and loved. “I believe you, Theo,” you said quietly, your heart finally beginning to lighten. “I just need to see that you mean it.”

He nodded, his expression earnest. “You will. I’m going to do everything I can to make this right. I’m not perfect, and I know I’ll mess up sometimes, but I’m not going to stop trying. You deserve the best, and I’m going to do my best to give that to you.”

As he pulled you into his arms, holding you close, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. Theo was ready to change, and he was ready to fight for your relationship. You knew it wouldn’t be easy, but with his promise and your willingness to work through it together, you felt like things were finally moving in the right direction.

“I love you, Y/N,” Theo whispered against your hair. “And I’m going to spend every day showing you just how much.”

You smiled, leaning into his embrace. “I love you too, Theo. I’m looking forward to seeing that.”

And in that moment, with his arms wrapped around you and his words filled with sincerity, you knew that things would be different. Theo was committed to changing, and you were ready to give him the chance to prove it. Together, you could build something even stronger—a relationship where both of you felt valued, appreciated, and deeply loved.

[sashimj]

i'm back (finally) 🎉🎉🎊

[dara-art]

Draco gently kisses Hermione (Hogwarts and its dark corridors are with us again)

I’ll probably never be

Somebody, not anybody

And if it’s all good

I want you to hold me like I’m

Somebody, like I’m somebody

Like I’m somebody

I'll Probably Never Be Somebody - Vlad Holiday

(please just listen to HOW it sounds 🫠)

[daddiesdrarryy]

Drunk Ron: Did you hear about Harry and Malfoy?

Draco: What are you talking about?

Drunk Ron: Well, right before Christmas, Hermione and Pansy walked in on them when they were doing…stuff

Draco: Where? Dorm, closet, stairway, train? Hogsmeade?

Drunk Ron: Hogsmeade?

[ryllen]

that. but also bcs that's literally how much they worth to penny. 🌼( ´͈ ᵕ `͈ )♡°◌̊

[loonyloopylupin96]

Remus on the carriage hearing how Harry has no one to sign his Hogsmeade permission slip.

In another lifetime, Moony. It could have been you.

Another lifetime.

[choccy-milky]

hi ik i just sent u an ask and i hate to be a bother but HOW DO YOU DRAW SEBASTIAN'S HAIR

LIKE THIS!!

honestly its different every time but this is the gist of how i do it...i start with his lil ear curl parts, then i do the sweep/bangs, and then add the rest. his hair is chaotic af but HOPE THIS CAN HELP!!

ALSO THANK YOU BAHAHAHA

@sleepingmissingprincess IM GLAD YOU THINK SO!! TY!!💖💖🥹

@strawberrysnmatcha THANK YOU BOTH 💖💖 and i responded to an ask last month about the same thing/my process for writing, you can see my answer here!! ive also talked about my writing methods more than just this time, so if you go back through my asks im sure you can probably find more of my yapping about the subject bahaha. GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR WRITING!!

@foundthatoldzeppelinshirt LMAOOO NOOOOO THIS MADE ME SO STRESSED WHEN I FIRST READ IT BAHAHA now im just imagining if clora's fell out and her and seb only realize once they get home and they have to go looking for it😭😭if only we were drawings and didnt have to worry about it falling out/deal with gravity...😔cuz im with you girl i just keep it on my desk🥰my clora shrine🙏

LMAOOO IM WORKING ON SOMETHING RN, TRUST!!! BUT IF ANYONE HAS ANY YANDERE SEB IDEAS PLS SEND THEM TO ME!!! I NEED MORE!! i want to draw yandere seb but i have like no ideas...im ashamed bc i love yanderes so much....😩😩i gotta go replay my otome games for a reminder...on my switch aka my otome visual novel machine 🥰

[lilac-ravenclaw]

Been doing another playthrough of HL, and on the way to Hogsmeade I took this screenshot of these guys all hanging out. But wayyyyyyy in the back is poor Seb just glaring. I couldn’t help but laugh 🤣🤣🤣

[myokk]

first dada class😳✨