#I don’t condone hexing

[saytrrose]

*Loooks atchu with soulless brown eyes*

Hey bro me personally I ain't one for selfshipping. But keep on being you! Have fun doing what you love, and don't let others bring you down :]

I mean this in a nice, non-offensive way btw! Have an amazing day and remember to eat, drink water and sleep ^^!

Ty I will infact keep making out with this chess piece and hexxing those who also selfship w him

[the-curious-butterfly]

While it wasn’t quite so early in the morning when the infamous Red of Hearts decided to barge into her office, again, it was around the time Uma was about to sit down and enjoy a quick cup of coffee before the more hectic parts of her day would begin. So perhaps you could forgive her for entertaining the thought of throwing the red head out the window. It was only for a second, she would assure you. As a principle she must not condone violence.

As a pirate, well, that’s different.

But she’s actually gotten quite use to Red coming into her office what feels like every other day, sometimes welcomed sometimes not, always for one reason or another. That a part of her actually kind of expected it.

What she did not expect was for Red to fling/splay herself upon the couch as if she was in a therapy session and for the first words out of her mouth to be. “Chloe won’t kiss me.”

Uma very nearly did a spit take as she placed her mug down upon her desk. “What?” Was the girl really coming to her Principal for relationship advice? Not that she was any bad at it, but really?

Red ignored the sound of Uma nearly choking in favor of her own problems. “At first I thought it was because she didn’t actually like me like that. That she only agreed to date me because I had no experience with love and she felt bad for me. I mean, every time I tried to take our relationship to the next level she always turned away, how could I not think that right?”

“Hmm.”

“Except I finally confronted her about it and you know what she says?”

“I can’t imagine what it could be.” Uma genuinely means that too, everyone knows Chloe really likes Red, like a lot. Whatever is holding her back has to be rather significant.

“She said, I can’t kiss you Red, if I do then I’ll have to marry you.”

Oh hex, Uma should not have tried to take another sip so soon. This time her throat was too preoccupied to even get the word out so she thought it in her head. ‘What?’ Fortunately the lack of response didn’t matter to Red in the least.

“Suffice to say, that really threw me for a loop so I very calmly and gently asked her ‘what the hex are you talking about?’ And her response was ‘that’s how it always happens, Red. Once true loves kiss is shared it’s marriage and happily ever after. Don’t get me wrong, I really like you, and don’t mind at all the thought of marrying you. But we’re only sixteen, and what if you find out being tied down with me is not what you wanted. After all you’re all about-“

“Breaking rules and causing trouble?”

“She used the word freedom.”

“Course she did. Red, did you come to me for reassurance that wedding bells won’t start ringing the second your lips touch your Charming’s?”

Though she provides no response Red gives her a look that is actually rather innocent coming from her, cluing Uma in that she’s on the right track.

“Look, I can’t say that it won’t. She’s right, these fairytales feel like they happen fast. You two have all the makings of a fairytale if I ever saw one, and I was even there to witness Ben and Mal back in the day.” She pauses for a moment as she considers her next words. “But let me ask you something. Would that really be so bad?”

“I’m…not sure.” Red’s response is rather honest and genuine so Uma continues with the same.

“Red, these people didn’t get married because their fairytale told them to. It’s because they loved each other so much that the thought of cementing it in stone, or carving it out into the hull of a ship just felt right.”

Red really looked as if she was truly taking in what Uma was saying…for once.

“Now, to think you’ll be married so soon after your first kiss is a bit of an exaggeration. That kid is surprisingly sheltered for one so good with swords.”

“Tell me about it.”

“But, if it does happen some time in the future. I ask again, would it really be so bad?”

After a moment of thought Red offers Uma a small and genuine smile. “No, I don’t think it would.”

“Now go get that kiss.” Huh, why does that line remind her of something from years ago, royals are so weird. “And for the love of the sea can you please stop breaking into my office with or without me in it!”

“Thanks a lot, Principal Uma, I’ll see you later.” Red calls back as she leaves rather cheerfully, causing Uma to grin despite herself.

“Red of Hearts, I know you heard me.”

….

“Red!”

[idkwhatimdoingbutslay]

ARCANE REWATCH LETS GO: ACT I

(Note rambles up ahead)

Some of the greatest sibling representation I’ve seen. These kids are amazing. With just a few lines, everything just clicks. Their circumstances, their position between each other, the dynamics. Just something about it all works so well. 

I LOVE how sunlight looks in this show GOSH

And the colour blue immediately standing out is great foreshadowing. You see it already in the cold opening with Powder’s hair and then again and again with her hair AND the hex crystals. 

Jayce having those hex crystals just sitting around this guy 😭

How were all of these enforcers so slow. I’m surprised there were no citizens trying to get in on the fun but also not at all. Living in their own bubble with the dutiful enforcers as protectors and heroes. 

I love how movement looks in this show. So fluid. 

I miss you Claggor and Mylo :(

“Trouble finds you” me when fate in Arcane :((((

GET ‘EMMMMMM

Fortiche x Saliva and Blood they could never make me hate you

THE SCOREEEE DAMNNNN. You don’t notice it until it’s super obvious, the only way a score should be. 

Where the gang got beat up is so abandoned. Considering how Piltover is built, I wonder who lives there

A nail bomb is still insane. 

To think I really thought on my first watch that they’d dive in to get the bag back :(

JINX FIRST MENTION

WHO TOLD WHAT WAS DOWN HEREEEE COME ALONG IF YOU WANTED A PEAKKKK

Wow remember when Vi’s self regulation was kind of good?

I LOVE the design of the Undercity. Its rough, mishmash landscape coated in green in comparison to the sunlight and blues and golds of Topside. 

HEYYY BABETTE

VANDER!

omg the ponytail on huck :(to think where it ends up)

Why is this man Australian 😭

Vander really had ride or dies ……

Vander you’re a father!!!!!!!!!

Vander aligning himself with Vi :( they are soooo riddled with guilt omg

The way the colour blue is used in this show is perfect. Blue is supposed to be a sign of life, full of beauty, but it’s so foreboding. 

BABY EKKO HEYYY KINGGGG

Claggor they robbed me of you 

What did Grayson even see in Marcus, I don’t understand? I don’t care how much of an obligation her felt for Piltover, it’s so obviously built on his disdain for the Undercity

Grayson and Vander are NOT in the same boat. Stop trynna do that

Blue is back in Silco’s lair

Wow his intro is perfection

BABY CAITLYN

What was Jayce even getting in the Undercity ??

Wouldn’t mind a little more on Jayce’s backstory tbh 

The fact that Jayce has a confirmed hyper fixation of rocks is great. 

Never ever get catch me skipping this intro!!!!

Oh do I love a good conundrum! Stfu Heimerdogger 😭

Richest person in Piltover but the poorest Medarda……….. Capitalism and elitism is one hell of a drug

KIRAMMANS!!!!! I love that Caitlyn is even involved in the conversation with her parents regarding Jayce and that her input is valued. Her parents knew how smart she was, but eventually it stopped being very beneficial to Cass. Her smarts put her and their system in danger. 

Tobias calling Cass darling 🤭🤭🤭

Hi Sevika ✊🏾

I love the councilor’s designs I really do :( you’d think that Cassandra is the most boring looking, but there’s something so classic about her look. 

The way the councilors are judge, jury and executioner 

“If we condone this, what’s next” this mentally in Act I is soooo frustrating. 

I don’t completely hate Heimerdinger’s view on magic cuz he’s objectively right, but, again, the council is wayyyy too concerned about protecting their little bubble. What is REAL progress? Can we sacrifice real progress for comfort? No, not at all. And so much power is ALREADY in the wrong hands. Him and his peers’ hands. 

Piltover is way too quick in condemnation I have no idea how they function like that

The spit that comes out when Silco says “Power” during his speech to Deckard… I hate this show 😭

Not me feeling sorry for Jayce. Rip. 

The our love scene is so…….. like this song should NOT BE HERE

“You’ve got a good heart” speech. KILL ME

“I’m guessing that’s for me” Grayson says about Vi……. Yeah I hate that. Vi isn’t cargo or product she’s a suffering child

Vander and Vi are wayyyyyyy to similar I hate their screwed up, self sacrificial, altruism in these awful circumstances 

The way people just…. Die in this show. Such a heavy consequence and there isn’t even anything crazy dramatic about it all. Benzo and Grayson are just gone… No coming back. But Grayson’s death is still baffling to me. All Topside seems to ever want is condemnation and yet their sheriff dies and there doesn’t seem to be a massive uproar? We need to see what happens during the time jump :(((((

Now look what you’ve done Marcus 😭 All for what? Marcus get a grip challenge

Jayce and Viktor are at it!!!!! Her kings!!!!!!

Silco saying he doesn’t want to win in the war, he just wants to scare Piltover and earn respect. Like come on, this isn’t about anybody else but himself and his own gain! It was not about the Undercity being able to thrive, it was about the Undercity functioning under his control without Topside interference. He wanted to replace topside, not dismantle the system. The writing for him is very good

Need to understand the different regions of both Topside and the Undercity

Damn does this show know how to age characters. 

Shimmer is such a stupid name 😭 Hextech isn’t all that good either

MEL JAYCE AND VIKTOR ULTIMATE TRIO

“Land of progress, equality, innovation” EAT MY CHEEKS! Jayce’s naivety I don’t entirely hate but damn is it frustrating. 

Og fight between big tattoo guy and Vi 🙏🏾

Wow I HATE this episode. The insane foreboding feeling is just so overwhelming like I’m actually going to be sick

Claggor and Mylo are so similar to Silco and Vander I think. 

A little confused on how deckard kind just went back to normal after taking shimmer. How does the body bounce back like that? Especially in its unstable form?

The way everything is just going right, I HATEEEEEE THIS SHOWWWW

Learning to love the Hextech plot line, it’s very fun with some great character dynamics on all sides. It’s a good way to represent Topside while still completely contrasting what we are all too aware of in regards to the Undercity. 

Wonder how the power of the Hextech exploded Sevika’s harm and everyone else’s limbs were fine, and Clag and Mylo were killed indirectly

Where did the rest of the crystals end up going? Just out of use? Because Powder seemed to have a decent amount and I don’t think they were all used at the canary? Unless I’m wrong 

Wow this episode is awful

Silco literally stabbing Vander in the back. I feel like a lot of the Silco metaphors were very in the nose lol. Like the cat and mouse

Vander choosing to save Vi over killing silco for good :(

“Vi it worked” AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“You did this?” AHABAJANAKAKSOENWJWKDKWLWKDIIE

“I only wanted to help” IM GONNA SISNSIDNJSNSJEND

Marcus you are NOT the hero here do NOT piss me off

Powder is so needy it hurts. Meeting silco in desperation and tragedy and soon relishing in it. Isn’t that nice. 

I CAN SEE THE TEAR IN MY FATHERS FACE BEFORE IT FALLS OUT!!!!!!!

Goodbye makes me so emotional :(((((

[traumatizedjaguar]

God wouldn’t tell you to do something dangerous

Gods and goddesses and spirits in heavenly/spirit dimension don’t condone revenge (demons do from what I know but idk if they’re real.)

God would never tell you to play with darkness; he wouldn’t give you “missions” that involve possibility of you getting hurt.

God doesn’t condone playing with dark magic or hexing or negative practices such as that

God would never cross your boundaries when you clearly don’t want to do something or you’re uncomfortable with something (goes for Norse ones as well)

God would never force, coerce, trick, manipulate, or pressure you. — If you’re interacting with a spirit like this, it’s not the gods and it’s not from the heavenly dimension. You have all the power to expel something from your space and dictate what you allow in your space.

God cares about your consent.

God comforts if you seek him

God can speak to you in the physical (this all goes for Norse gods and goddesses as well)

Mediums are real (look for evidential only). And they bring great wisdom having one foot in the spirit world and one foot in the physical. Can give lots of answers from spirit!

God will help you if you ask and give permission.

If you tell God you don’t want him around or don’t like him - he literally will never interact with you bc he cares about your consent; if you truly want interaction you must invite him back in fully and enthusiastically!

If something feels off, doesn’t sit right with the heart, doesn’t sit right with your gut - then trust yourself. You can trust evidential mediums as they were given the gift for a reason, and they’re evidential. Whatever morally doesn’t sit right with me I know is a lie.

To better connect to the spirit world and what’s worked for me is you the more positive vibrations you can bring into your life: joy, laughter, loving relationships and moments, comedies instead of horror or true crime stuff, forgiveness, gratitude, slowing your heart rate. Negative vibrations, I’ve learned, can be things like revenge, even a horror movie, or anything similar you can think of ___.

Lower vibrations are associated with anger, being miserable, hatred, pain, greed, power.

So the positive vibrations the easier it is to connect with spirit.

Days when I’m most joyful and decide to meditate, I can hear back from them a lot easier. It takes significantly more effort for connection otherwise.

[snuffedcat]

can u make me the most fucked up strade alter possible :3

Anon, I would be HAPPY too. ;3 I made him as fucked up as I could THIS ALTERPACK IS INTENTED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY! please keep in mind that this pack is made with the intent that the individual using this pack will treat the terms, personality, and attractions SAFELY, CAREFULLY, AND CONSENSUALLY. Please don’t take this as me condoning anything irl 😭🙏

︵ ₊ Name :: Strade , str*de, kilgore , butcher , bloodrush , marrow , tendon , flay , ︵ ₊ pronouns :: he/him, h*/h*m, guro/guros, gore/gores, muti/mutilations, ri/ribs, blood/bloods, ki/kills, vi/violents, vile/viles, dec/decay, red/reds, gut/guts, rot/rots, hallow/hallows, horr/horror, blood/bloodsoaked, death/deaths, victim/victims, pred/preadator, wound/wounds, snuff/snuffs, scream/screams, cry/cries, yell/yells, bone/bones, slash/slashs, cor/corpse, flesh/fleshs, clot/clots, meat/meaty, bi/bite, clo/clot, cask/casket, but/butcher, twich/twitches, sin/sinner, injure/injures, broken/brokens, cut/cuts, rip/rips ︵ ₊ terms :: prn who shall not be named, prn who is feared, prn who lurks behind, prn who everyone warned you about, the guy online your parents warned you about, prn who is blood soaked, prn who chases, the photographer, prn who will make you a star, prn who owns you, prn who lures, prn who is allergic to showers

︵ ₊ genders :: masc. disturb gender, snuff gender, bloodyorgancoric, voidbodiment, lustbodiment, korngender, strangerembodiment, deadrotgender, liebodiment, destructionbodiment, woundthing, loudmusicgender, dangerthing, meatabyss, sadomascobodiment, cautionmasc, stabbed gender, bite masc, hatebodiment, gender decay, knifemasc, gore dream, bodyhorric, ragebodiment, rotgender, mold gender, stain gender, preadatormasc, pedobodiment, fleshgoregender ︵ ₊ Presentation :: very masc. ︵ ₊ cisIDs :: leg pain, greasy, fucked up hands, stiff joints, hairy, fucked up ︵ ₊ transIDs :: killer, no empathy, German accent, German speaker, German, snuff film director, starmaker, groomer, pedo, online groomer, kidnapper, alcoholic, contacting, scars, darker skin, brown hair, hygiene (a LOT worse), smell (dried blood, cvm, sweat, and BO), child partner, bigot (choose your flavor), older, programming, cult leader, harmful, abusivecaretaker, teacher, olderbrother, smoker ︵ ₊ otherIDs :: permagrooming, permaowning, permamanipluating, perma🍇ing , permatorturing, permadrunk, no sexual/romantic id

︵ ₊ para :: ☀️🔦🐾 ξ 🧟🦴🧬🤕🥀🛏️🍬🩸⛓️💧📸🪓🚰

︵ ₊ ageID :: 34 ︵ ₊ physical age :: 34 ︵ ₊ age requirements :: treat as age

︵ ₊ species ID :: human, sometimes thinks as himself as somehow different than other humans- a more special one. ︵ ₊ physical species :: human

︵ ₊ disorders / MUDs :: NPD, ASPD, ︵ ₊ symptoms that stand out :: thinks of himself as better than other people, rule breaking, no guilt

︵ ₊ functions :: persecutor, transharmid holder, attraction holder ︵ ₊ sources :: BTD 1 ︵ ₊ kins :: Fumus (Okegom)

︵ ₊ aesthetics :: gorecore, Midwest gothic, older brother ︵ ₊ likes :: horror, scaring others, gore, guns, collecting knife’s, ︵ ₊ dislikes :: feeling trapped, getting called out on his tricks, ︵ ₊ music :: 1 2 3 5 ︵ ₊ boundaries :: be very clear when he makes you uncomfortable, don’t use tone tags or anything, don’t tease him

︵ ₊ notable traits :: often aggressive- sometimes unintentionally, forgets to shower a lot, likes hands on work, likes to build, desensitized to intense subjects ︵ ₊ appearance :: darker skin, fatter, greasy brown hair, wavy hair, eye bags, stubble

︵ ₊ typing quirks :: extremely optional, doesn’t use often.

Hey, I’m StrAde. HD:w are yD:u?

O = D: a= A ︵ ₊ hex codes :: 771818 465F4B AB6873 D5CCAD 665B54 ︵ ₊ sign offs :: 🩸🔪🍴🥩🧠🫁🫀🍺🛠️🪓🧨🔫 ︵ ₊ other notes :: I smell him through the screen

[teddyniffler]

Chapter 19: Ominis

January quickly passed in the flick of a wand for most Hogwarts students, except for Leander and Ominis.

The end of January saw Leander taken to the Hospital Wing after a series of nasty jinxes and hexes placed on him by a large group of Slytherin students, who ambushed him in a deserted corridor near to curfew. None of the assailants really knew Sebastian, some likely never spoken to him at all, they were just looking for a reason to cause trouble and did so in Sebastian's name.

Ominis had heard about them and did not condone their actions, he knew Sebastian would never want violence committed in his name, not even to Leander, the very same Sebastian who had killed his own family member in the name of his sister.

Ominis sighed and placed his wand down.

He was exhausted and felt a bit sick, he wasn’t eating very well or sleeping even less due to nightmares of Muggles blowing up.

The aftermath of the explosion still rang in his ears, the sound of wet thuds hitting the ground. He closed his eyes tightly to clear the imagined images in his mind.

They were expected to use non vocal magic in every class now and he needed a clear mind, all his grades now depended on his ability to use silent magic. It was so hard and so challenging that Ominis felt an age had passed, so long ago it seemed when they had been allowed to speak the incantations rather than visualize them in their heads. Never again would he say any magic he had struggled with before had truly been hard looking back, even simple spells such as Accio no longer worked for him.

He needed to go down to the Undercroft, he had four cauldrons currently bubbling away with his various attempts to brew a perfect Draught of Living Death. He even had additional homework due to failing a few classes, these essays were resting on top of his normal homework. He could almost visualize his papers all falling to the floor due to stacking them so high on top of each other. To make matters more humiliating, he was sure he still had cat ears from his attempts at human transfiguration, he could feel them moving around as people walked past him, twitching the moment a fly tried to land on them. He knew he must look so silly, but so did all the sixth years right now, one of his classmates left Weasley’s class barking. It was as he moved his sixteen-foot Herbology essay he remembered he should have sprinkled more Mooncalf dung on his Sopophorous plant by now, his plant would have shriveled up. Fighting the urge to curse loudly he slapped a hand to his face.

Another fail.

More homework for him.

Less sleep.

Too much work.

Still, that didn’t stop him from putting his work to one side as he crumpled up the letter he had just been trying to write.

No matter how many attempts, the words on paper just felt hallow.

Sebastian

I am so very sorry I have not been able to visit you yet in hospital. I found myself occupied and away from the castle at Christmas and now term has started back up again. I understand you may not wish to hear from me and I shall, of course, respect your wishes if you wish to end our friendship, however I hope you may consider our closeness and trust over these years, please can you –

Binned.

Sebastian.

It is Ominis, forever your dear friend. I am very sorry to hear you are not well –

Binned.

Sebastian.

Hello Sebastian, I hope this letter finds you well. I want you to know I will always consider you my friend and I hope after everything that has happened, it sharn’t come between us now you are out of Azkaban. I hope –

Binned.

Dear Sebastian. How are you? I hope you are well. I am so sorry I couldn’t come visit you over the holidays, something came up – my family - and I found myself away from school. I hope you don’t mind my writing to you, I understand our friendship may be over after everything, but if not I would very much like to be your friend still, you are my real family and that will never change. I do hope I can see you soon, maybe I can get time out from Hogwarts to come see you-

Binned.

Yet again, he perched his quill on his paper and tried to find the correct words of greetings, reflection, regret, his hopes for their friendship without giving anything incriminating away, yet also trying to put himself into Sebastian’s shoes. Sebastian was likely to be under the impression that their friendship was well and truly over, they had been so much anger and betrayal on both parts. Ominis remembered how he acted very distantly towards Sebastian after he discovered his dear friend was still using the dark arts, choosing not to acknowledge Sebastian after finding him with the relic. That rift only grew between them more once Solomon was killed.

From Sebastian’s part, Ominis had turned him over to the Dementors, knowing exactly what would happen. It was a life sentence to torment, in a hellish place. People died in Azkaban, it was not hidden knowledge, and Ominis had still turned Sebastian in to Professor Black. He had chosen to side with the new student over the friend he had known for years. It was entirely possible Sebastian hated him and did not want Ominis writing to him at all. Ominis could pour his heart and soul out to Sebastian in ink and Sebastian may just toss it into the fire once he seen who was writing to him, Ominis couldn't blame him.

No matter how hard his classes were right now, writing to somebody you loved as family, whom you willingly handed over to the Dementors was much harder.

He had managed to catch Professor Weasley after class to ask about Sebastian’s current state. There was no real update to give, Sebastian was still in bed in St Mungos.

By now, Sebastian would be all too aware that Ominis had not reached out to him yet. Time was ticking on their relationship, if he left it too late, Sebastian would only hate him more, but the words just wouldn't come.

Ominis then allowed his mind to wonder to more dangerous ideas, was Sebastian the one he should be writing too? If he told his father Professor Black wasn’t allowing Sebastian back, maybe that would be more worth his time, this was real action he could take to aid Sebastian, rather than hollow ink on parchment.

He bit the inside of his lip, this was very bold of him, such boldness could get him into trouble.

Even among the Gaunts, there was limits.

Maybe his father would help him, but maybe his father would also decide Ominis should leave Hogwarts right this moment and marry his cousin before Easter and be with an expected son by years end. Such things were possible if his father felt his son was asking too big a favour.

Nothing was even given freely with the Gaunts.

He started packing his bag, carefully waving his wand around until he heard his bag closing itself up. He would go to the Undercroft and check on his potions by how they smelt, then he would feed Snakey who was currently waiting in there for him to return.

To the Minister for Magic and for the Department of Magical Education

As he made his way up through the castle, he overheard two people having a conversation.

“It is not right how they get away with this, just because they are in Slytherin.” It was Natsai.

“Professor Black knows the students who did it too, he won’t do anything about it. He even thinks it was me who wrote into the Prophet, he was taunting me himself, said I should have kept quiet. I told him it wasn’t me and he started howling.” Leander’s voice answered. “Now I have these annoying growths on my legs, Nurse Blainey couldn’t get them off, she said they will go with time, just got to use a few drops of Shrinking Solution for the next month.”

“I am sorry you are getting the blame,” Natsai said, it sounded like she was going to say something else, but as Ominis came level with them, they both went quiet and only started their talk again once he was out of sight.

He believed he felt their eyes on his back every step he took away from them.

Dear Minister Spavin and additional addressee.

I write in the hopes you are able to intervene with a dispute between the teachers of Hogwarts and our current headmaster, Professor Phineas Nigellus Black. As you are aware, Sebastian Sallow was released from Azkaban prison at the end of last year, with all charges against him dropped. Originally, the reason he had been expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was an automatic action applied due to the serious nature of what he had been accused off. Once expelled, his wand had been confiscated which allowed a seamless transition to Ministry of Magic custody. With an innocent verdict, the original reason for expulsion no longer stands valid, by Hogwarts rules and rules in relation to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, he is by all means an innocent, underage wizard still within the years of education covered by Hogwarts. The Trace it also still upon him and will not break until later this year when he turns seventeen. After this, he still has his seventh year of Hogwarts to complete. The boy has made immense progress in healing, both mentally and physically, he can now feed himself and communicate his needs, by September he shall have recovered enough to attend school once again. However, Professor Black is a proud man from a proud family, he had taken great offense to the negative press this entire unfortunate event has placed upon his headmastership at this school. He is refusing to re-enter Sebastian’s name into the Book of Admittance out of pride. As mentioned in the first line, all the other teachers at Hogwarts believe Sallow should be returned to the school at once, as do I. It is only Professor Black who disagrees and for entirely personal reasons. While I will never speak ill of my fellow educators, I believe on this occasion, Professor Black is not being entirely professional.

Please return owl as soon as you can advise more on this topic.

Matila Weasley

Deputy Headmistress.

Anne lowered the paper after reading.

“What do you think?” Professor Weasley asked her.

“Professor, I don’t know much of how official letters look.” Anne confessed sheepishly, “But I believe this one is good, but, Professor? What if they come check on him?”

They both turned to glance at Sebastian who was currently smiling, looking up vaguely at the ceiling. A Cheering Charm had been placed upon him after his first time in a bathtub since Azkaban hadn’t gone quite to plan. Something about the feel of water, or maybe the bathtub had triggered something off within his mind and the healer who brought him back to bed had to hold him to the wheelchair until another healer could calm him down. After an hour of silent tears and alot of shaking, the healers had placed the Cheering Charm on him. Currently something neither Anne or Professor Weasley could see was making him giddy.

Yes, this was indeed ‘immense progress in healing, both mentally and physically’, Anne glanced down at the letter again.

“Do you think this will work?” She asked.

Professor Weasley wasn’t entirely sure, she had already explained this to Anne, but it was worth a try.

“I know Professors Sharp and Hecat are fully supportive, as is Professor Ronan who has been asking about your brother, being your Head of House. However, Professors Garlick and Onai less so, but if it appears all teachers are in agreeance, then that will help.”

Sebastian had started to acknowledged them, however he felt a little floaty so they didn’t really make too much sense. Normally his sister and Professor Weasley would have most of his attention. He normally hoped they would talk about something that would give him more clues about what was going on outside this small room. Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought they were talking about Hogwarts, but right now he was focused entirely on the orbs up near the ceiling, how they floated lazy by, never touching each other, gliding, gliding, never falling or hitting anything.

Something about the floaty movement...

Gliding.

Floating cloaks passing bars.

The feel of water, icy cold, always soaking into his skin.

A small whimper left his lips, followed by another. His sister and Professor Weasley didn’t take much notice, he was always making noises so it wasn't anything new.

“But they know he is innocent, don’t they?” Anne asked her teacher.

“I am sure they do, it’s just what was in the Prophet has swayed a lot of minds. That awful Skeeker woman’s writing” Professor Weasley said disapproving, her voice now low.

“You haven’t met Professor Onai, but she has reason to distrust certain wizards. She doesn’t know Sebastian as well as the other teachers.”

“But Garlick does.” Anne said, feeling slightly betrayed.

“Indeed, sadly. However, give it time.” Professor Weasley advised wisely.

“I think your letter is good” Anne said, shifting her weight slightly, a stabbing pain had just cut through her chest, not as bad as the others, but still enough to make her uncomfortable.

“I will send it straight away.” Professor Weasley said.

She looked down at Sebastian, his brown eyes flickered over to meet hers. At least he wasn’t upset at the moment, his emotional state was fragile and not as strong as she made out in the letter, his ‘improved communication’ was her note pad she had left for him, which he had yet to use properly, most of the time he just doodled random lines or crumpled pages in his hand. Anne had used it more to draw when she grew restless of the endless hours sitting. She had not been here when they had taken Sebastian for a bath, but she had been here for when he returned. He had looked traumatized, clutching the side of the wheelchair as if trying to pull himself over the side, he was still slightly wet, with the healer still drying his hair.

“I have been doing some thinking on the subject of which we spoke about over the Christmas holidays” Professor Weasley whispered as Sebastian rolled over onto his side.

Anne looked up.

“Yes?” She answered, she knew Professor Weasley was thinking ideas about Sebastian’s care should St Mungos try and lock him away in the long term resident ward.

“There’s somebody I know who may be able to look after him.” Professor Weasley said carefully and very quitely. “But they are still checking with their family and nothing is certain yet.”

Sebastian wanted something to eat, he was a bit hungry now. He slowly brought himself up, his arms still wobbled when he placed all his weight on them.

“Careful” Professor Weasley said, trying to support him under his arms. “What do you want?”

Sebastian looked, he blinked. His mind was reeling, it felt like he was on a high, like he had gotten all the praise from his teachers, as if he had just won at Quidditch, won Slytherin the house cup single handedly, but his head felt tired and heavy. He opened his mouth.

“Be-ee-ns” He tried.

He reached over, feeling his arm shake and took hold of the Beartie Bot’s Beans, almost spilling them.

“You’re meant to be eating your dinner, not your sweets.” Anne reminded him. “Eat your dinner first.”

Anne was sure she thought she heard Sebastian mutter something along the lines of “Yes…Mo-ther”.

She opened her mouth to protest.

"What did you say, brother? she asked.

Professor Weasley tried to hide her smile. The old Sebastian was still in there. She instead sat him up in his bed and placed a small handful of sweets into his hand.

He placed the orange bean in his mouth, it was peach flavour. The other was banana.

The little disagreement between Sebastian and Anne had been forgotten about the second Anne had returned to find Sebastian waiting for her, his eyes wide, not knowing if she was ever coming back.

A simple hug had been all they needed to return their peace.

He tried to reach for another handful but was handed a cheese sandwhich instead.

“Eat it.” Anne ordered. “Now.”

Such a caring sister she was, he would tell her just how caring she was when he could speak better.

While he nibbled on it, Professor Weasley told Anne more about her idea.

Sebastian was slightly aware of what was going on. St Mungos felt he wasn’t well enough to go home, he couldn’t even stay awake the entire day. He had medicines to take and needed help just getting into his wheelchair they had now placed in the room. They wanted him to stay until he turned seventeen, or more likely still, until he was better again, but not in this room. This room would be needed sooner or later for a werewolf victim or something, he was to be moved into a ward.

A ward with a locked door.

They was a sense of unspoken urgency between Anne and Professor Weasley and he could see it, could hear it. He understood more than what they believed.

“That man, the main healer, he keeps pushing me to sign.” Anne was whispering. Sebastian was checking the sandwich, it felt dry, sure enough there was no butter on the bread. He hated it when they made it like this.

“I don’t know why, but he’s really convinced it’s the best for Sebastian. I keep saying I’m thinking of it, but he doesn’t want to take no for an answer.”

“Don’t sign anything yet.” Professor Weasley said, still really quiet. “They can’t force you, nor can they realistically do anything yet. He’s not well enough to move right now anyway.”

As if proving this point, Sebastian had stopped eating his dry cheese sandwich and was instead staring into space at nothing, his eyes transfixed and not blinking, gazing upon something only he could see. His hands had started to tremble and the food was at risk of falling onto the bed.

Both women raised her hand to wave near his eyes at the same time, bringing him back to them.

“Eat up.” Anne reminded him again.

“I shall seek an update with the person” Professor Weasley whispered. “It's a family of wizards I know, they can help him, but certain safeguards must be met first.”

Anne felt more happier than ever.

“When will you know?” Anne pushed, rather loudly in her hast. “Will they get back to you soon? I don't like that healer."

Professor Weasley brought a finger to her lips, indicating to Anne to talk lower. The risk of being overheard was all too real in St Mungos, where they monitored their patients.

Professor Weasley leaned in closer.

‘Once he has checked with his family, if he can, and it's if, he will be able to take Sebastian almost right away.’

Anne nodded, wondering who it was who Professor Weasley had been talking too, but if it was a wizard family who could take her brother in for her while he finished recovering, then it was all good.

This was what he needed, not a locked ward.

As Professor Weasley turned back to Sebastian, his eyes had glazed over again, seeing something from the darkest memories of his mind. She just prayed she wasn't getting Anne's hopes up for nothing.

[iturbide]

thinking about the multi-lingual headcanon’s so fun because it doesn’t need to apply to just Robin

Tharja gets so done with Frederick’s bullshitTM that she starts speaking only Plegian whenever he’s around just to mess with him.

Henry almost immediately joins in because he’s also done. Robin takes a bit more time, but eventually reaches the end of their rope and starts doing it too.

Frederick walks into the barracks? Tharja looks him directly in the eye and says something shitpost-worthy in Plegian that makes Robin and Henry do spittakes.

this spreads to the other Shepherds. Gaius knows some Plegian (enough to comfortably hold a conversation anyway) and joins the “passive-aggressively call Frederick out on his shit” club. the club ain’t Plegian-exclusive either. you speak Chonsinese, Valmese, ancient Archanean? sure, why not, you’re invited. can’t speak anything other than modern Ylissean? that’s cool, as long as you don’t condone/promote what Frederick does, you’re invited. and hey, free linguistic lessons!

Chrom and Lissa decide to dust off their old foreign language textbooks just so they can join in on the fun.

the Shepherds start to feel more comfortable speaking languages other than Ylissean around each other; people start learning other languages, and as they do so, about other cultures. eventually everyone celebrates the cultures they represent with everyone else.

tl;dr Tharja accidentally started a “fuck you, Frederick, we’re multilingual/multicultural now” club and everyone else is invited

(btw i don’t totally hate Freddy, but i also don’t feel bad about bullying him lol.)

the idea of Tharja spiting Fred by openly speaking Plegian in front of him. kinda spiraled woops

I do love the multi-lingual promise of the Shepherds, it's so under-utilized. We've got people from Plegia, Ferox, Valm, Chon'sin, Roseanne...being able to celebrate one anothers' cultures and languages really isn't explored enough. Picking up at least a few different words, like greetings or cheers and curses, let's be real, everybody's gotta be able to swear in as many languages as possible is something that should happen, without question, and I always want to see it.

I definitely see Tharja as the kind of person who would express her dislike of someone by shifting over to a language they don't understand, and Frederick is definitely someone who warrants that treatment in her book.

Henry, though...I can't see Henry expressing his dislike of people in sidelong ways. He's very direct: if he doesn't like you, he will make sure you know it, probably by hexing you. (He joins Tharja in the Plegian only because it's his native tongue and he'll answer in it when addressed on instinct -- and probably ask later why they switched over, not realizing it was a dig at Frederick).

Robin, while certainly vindictive, I can't see being that petty. As much as they dislike Frederick, they would insist on keeping the conversation in a language Frederick can understand for the sake of politeness. (As soon as Frederick's gone though they would absolutely trash talk the man in Plegian to blow off steam though because good gods Frederick drives them up the wall). When they're fully done with Frederick, they will tell him to his face, likely publicly, in a language Frederick knows so that he understand just how fed up Robin is and how unacceptable they find the great knight's behavior.

It's worth mentioning that Frederick does hold a position of power in the Shepherds -- he's not the Captain, but he generally seems to take charge of day-to-day affairs. Tharja couldn't care less if she pisses him off and gets scolded for it -- but other people, who do care about their position in the Shepherds and can't risk potential dismissal, might not be comfortable sticking it to him so brazenly. Sharing languages is one thing -- using them to spite someone in a position of power is another entirely, and could even be dangerous: Gaius, who has already been to prison and left branded as a thief, probably wouldn't want to take the risk despite his discomfort with Frederick's behavior.

Which is kind of a long way to say that I'm always a fan of the Shepherds embracing their multiculturalism, but I'm not really a fan of them using it in such a petty, spiteful campaign against someone, no matter how much he tends to deserve it for how prejudiced he is. It should instead be called out directly and dealt with.

[cas-backwards-tie]

I don’t condone hexes or curses or using dark magic on people… but… this one frenemy in my class keeps projecting bad energy onto me and I’m worried she’s putting something on me, and with the way she’a throwing her own personal anger and trauma at me is something I feel like I need help trying to throw back at her? If that makes sense 😅🤔 any tips/help witchblr?

[mxmagestyk]

My toh headcanons for fun:

Luz has curly hair which she straightens. When her hair is wet, it gets curly again. Literally just a curly mop. She straightens it because it’s easier for her to manage, and because she doesn’t know how to properly take care of her curly hair.

Hunter is aspec and on the autistic spectrum

Gus is also on the autistic spectrum (although, I’m not really sure that’s a thing that can/would be diagnosed on the boiling isles?)

Amity wanted a younger sibling when she was younger, but is also glad she doesn’t have one because Odalia is an awful parent and wouldn’t wish Odalia as a parent upon anyone

Willow is aroace(spec)

Willow names her plants and makes her friends come to the funeral when a plant dies

Luz prefers to use the bubblegum flavored toothpaste rather than mint, if she even remembers to brush her teeth at all

Amity does the opposite and was appalled when she found out Luz forgets to brush her teeth a lot

Luz is getting better at remembering to brush her teeth regularly since dating Amity though, both because Amity reminds her and because she wants to have nice breath in case Amity kisses her or she kisses Amity

Luz also definitely has adhd, I don’t think that’s even questioned at this point

Either that or she’s just neurodivergent in some way

Hunter unironically likes country music

Luz makes fun of him for that, but has been caught on several occasions listening to country music herself

Hunter makes Gus listen to his 100 bird facts™️ because he knows Gus likes the human realm and figures he would enjoy listening

Gus does enjoy listening, even if he doesn’t like birds all that much

Gus is afraid of birds, apparently, especially chickens and seagulls

I say apparently because he didn’t know he was afraid until he ran into some on a couple different occasions when in the human realm

The birds chased him around like the bastards they are while Gus screamed bloody murder

So, yk, that was only slightly a traumatic experience for poor Gus

Vee is girlflux, questioning her sexuality, and uses she/ze pronouns

Whereas Luz is genderqueer and uses any pronouns with no preference

And Amity is transfeminine and uses only she/her

The rest of the gang hasn’t thought about it much, they just identify with the gender they were assigned at birth. Mostly, anyway. If they ever questioned it then maybe that would change.

Willow figured out she was aroace(spec) when Luz began explaining what it meant to be aroace while explaining different LGBTQ+ labels to the gang

Essentially it went “wait isn’t everyone like that?” “No, Willow, not everyone is like that.” “Oh.”

(I am aware that both Hunter and Willow now have confirmed sexualities, and I am not discrediting those in headcanoning these characters. If you believe that I am doing so, please keep your thoughts to yourself and leave my page. Headcanoning characters as a sexuality differing from their canon one, as long as it does not erase their canon queer identity, is encouraged on my page. Examples I will not condone are headcanons such as a lesbian character as anything other than lesbian <excluding asexuality/aromanticism> and an aroace character as anything other than aroace.)

Alador Blight is bisexual. In his words, “I just like who I like. It doesn’t really matter to me.” He is also on the aromantic spectrum, but he doesn’t know it and chooses not to use that label.

Speaking of Alador, as much as people think he doesn’t know when people like him romantically, he does. He pretends that he doesn’t because, most often, he does not feel the same, and is unsure how to go about letting them down without hurting their feelings. He’s just a nice guy overall and doesn’t want to purposely hurt you, unless you majorly deserve it.

The marriage between Alador and Odalia was an arranged one, by Alador’s parents.

Alador is a Blight by birth, while Odalia received the surname upon their marriage.

Darius had a slight crush on Alador when they went to hexside, and he had planned on confessing this to him, until Alador admitted that his parents wanted he and Odalia to get together.

Odalia and Alador began presenting as an official couple at school shortly after that, and Darius never told Alador about his crush, feeling like he had lost his chance.

Darius assumed that he was completely past his feelings for Alador for years after that, but, when he starts talking to Alador more while the pair are working together to find a way to remove coven marks, the feelings resurface.

(Adding more as I think of them)

[themirroredmoon]

Jinx vs Hex vs Curse

You hear these words often but what exactly do they mean? Which one is appropriate for what your intentions are or what occurred? Well I’m here to help clear things up a little: Jinx: They tend to be created with conscious or unconscious intention. Primarily used to bring about back luck (”Don’t jinx it!”). Decently harmless. Short lived and once it happens, it’s done and over with. Hex: They tend to be of conscious intent with a bit more involvement with tools. Primary function is to inconvenience the target. They are a timed event; a specified starting time and ending time, no more and no less. A bit heavier duty than a Jinx. Curse: They tend to be of conscious intent with more involvement with tools. Primary function is to cause direct harm/illness/discomfort to the target or to even a bloodline in extreme cases. Can last short term like a hex but tend to be much more long lasting.

Disclaimer: All three can backfire and if they latch onto you, the repercussions can be dire, especially when working with curses. My teachings of such does or does not mean I condone their usage. Knowledge is key. Knowledge is safety. Be safe.

[fortisfiliae]

Promised Part 13 - Tom Riddle x reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Masterpost | Masterlist

Summary: In this story, Tom didn’t grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader’s sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

Disclaimer: Please be aware that I don’t condone any of this in real life. (GIF is not mine)

Warnings: Arranged marriage

Word count: 3.1k

Part 13 - Pranks & Proper Paybacks

The quill in your hand scratched lightly over the parchment as you were taking notes for Astronomy in the library. It was quiet, as usual, except for the occasional questions and thereof resulting explanations between Ben and Camille. She helped him study for his upcoming Herbology exam, for which he clearly hadn’t revised enough yet. Silly boy.

Tom was there too and sat next to you, completing the quartet round the table. He tried his best not to hiss at them every time Ben asked something. You noticed from the corner of your eye, how he gulped down every thought that built up in his head when another word poured from Ben’s mouth. It was amusing, to say the least, seeing Tom battling with himself to keep his cool. He still didn’t like Ben very much and would much rather study with you alone. But the fact that he had voluntarily sat down with the three of you, tried to behave and didn’t yell at Ben whenever he opened his mouth, told you that he probably didn’t hate him as much as he pretended to.

“So, about the Fluxweed again,” Ben whispered, browsing through his book. “How many days does it have to grow?”

Camille was about to answer when Tom pressed his palm against his forehead and exhaled dramatically. “Sixteen, Ben. It’s sixteen. She’s told you that three times at least.”

Ben took a quick look at Tom, while still fumbling through the book. “I know, mate. I just can’t memorise it. Why do I even need to know that?”

Tom flung a piece of parchment toward him, pointing at the empty sheet. “Write it down, then. There are some things you must know. Get over it.”

“Alright, alright,” Ben grinned and didn’t seem to care about Tom’s tone at all. “I’ll write it down, see? Fluxweed takes thirteen days to grow. Happy now?”

“Sixteen,” Camille, Tom and you sighed in unison.

“Oh.” He crossed out the number and sloppily wrote the correct one above it. “Sixteen then.”

Camille and you chuckled to yourselves while Tom only shook his head slightly, his eyes back inside his own book. Ben certainly was careless, or to be more precise, a lot more careless than Camille, Tom and you when it came to grades. The way he talked about homework and even exams was astonishing. He hadn’t even studied for his O.W.L. in Care for Magical Creatures in his fifth year, and he still got an ‘Exceeds Expectations’. Or so he had told you. He had always found a way to talk his way out of things, which was reasonable. Teachers really seemed to like him. Or rather do anything to stop him from talking once in a while. 

“Oh, wait,” Ben said again.

“Just read your book,” Tom grunted.

“No, hang on.”

Ben stood up and stretched his arm out quickly, reaching and grasping for something to your left. You all turned your heads and saw him catching something that had been flying right at you.

“I might be bad at Herbology. But you’re lucky I’m a bloody good Seeker,” he said and twisted the thin thing between his fingers.

“What is it?” Camille asked. “Let me see.”

Ben put the thing down onto the desk, still pressing his index finger on top of it. “It’s a quill. But it appears to be jinxed. It was flying on its own and headed right for your face,” he said and looked at you. “Still wants to, I can feel it moving.”

The grey quill twitched eagerly beneath Ben’s hand, trying to escape and pointed its sharp tip right at you, ready to pierce into your skin. 

“Not again,” you mumbled.

“Again?” 

Things, odd things, had been happening during the week. Someone had definitely played some pranks and antics on you. You hadn’t found out who it was yet, but it certainly had become pesky. On Monday, someone had left you a note that said Professor Merrythought wanted a word with you. Once you had arrived at the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom however, you were met with a confused teacher and had a hard time explaining yourself. Tuesday, someone had poured Rash Powder over your dinner. You had almost taken a bite but thankfully had noticed the unfamiliar smell in time. Wednesday was more subtle. There had been puddles and slippery spots everywhere you stepped. Avoiding them had been a tedious task. And now, on Thursday, this. The quill didn’t look like it could badly injure you, but its vivid nature was a sign for a hex, rather than a jinx. No matter who it was, all those things did tear on your nerves. Not only because the pranks got to you, but because there was a possibility someone had been following you without you noticing. Every time you had gone to the Come and Go Room you had turned around and checked if someone was behind you, just in case. That was the exhausting part.

“Just some pranks,” you explained. “I don’t know who or why, but it’s getting fairly ridiculous.”

“Could someone,” Ben puffed. “Stop this thing? It’s trying to escape.”

Tom pointed his wand directly at the quill and rolled his wrist. It lit up for a fraction of a second and crumbled to dust right after.

“Ouch,” Ben hissed and fanned his hand through the air hastily before putting his index inside his mouth. “Thanks, mate.”

Tom smirked complacently, partly for the spell he had just cast and partly for burning Ben’s fingertip. “Anytime, mate.”

Camille dragged her finger through the ashes, took a good look at them and rubbed it off between her index and her thumb. “Who would do that?”

“I don’t know,” you answered.

“Avery and Lestrange again, perhaps?” she asked.

“Unlikely,” Tom said. “I checked on them some days ago. They’re still with Carpe most of the time, scrubbing the floors and polishing trophies. And besides, they wouldn’t dare.”

“Who else could it be then?” Camille asked as she blew the remaining ashes off the desk with a quick cleaning spell.

The four of you exchanged looks around the table. “To be honest,” Tom began. “I was suspecting you for a while, Ben.”

“Me?” Ben asked wide-eyed. “Why would I do that? I just stopped that quill.”

“‘I’m aware, I’ve seen that now.”

Camille hummed, deep in thought. “Wait,” she said. “What about Freda? Freda Morris.”

“The head girl?” Ben asked.

“Yes,” she said. “She was so jealous at Slughorn’s party, wasn’t she?”

Tom looked at you, biting on the inside of his lower lip, then nodded. “That doesn’t sound too far fetched.”

“I wouldn’t have thought she’d be so creative,” you said while picking up your books. “Well, I’ll keep an eye on her then.”

Once you had gathered all your things, you got up and waited for Tom to do the same.

“Where are you going?” Camille asked. “It’s not even seven yet.”

“I have to,” you stopped yourself. You had to tend to the potion in the Come and Go Room again. Needless to say, you couldn’t tell them that. “I have to go and look after Nagini. The snake. She’s shedding at the moment. Talk to you soon.”

“Let us know if something else happens,” Camille said and waved you goodbye. 

Tom followed you silently. Of course, they didn’t ask him why he had to come and check on Nagini as well. The perks of being intimidating. Apart from this, Camille and Ben surely didn’t mind studying without him nagging all the time.

On your way out, right when you left the library and headed toward the grand staircase, Tom and you were halted by another student. Platinum blonde and blue-eyed, Abraxas Malfoy, who was one of Tom’s ever so devious sycophants, locked eyes with him. 

“Tom,” he greeted and stopped right in his tracks.

“Abraxas,” Tom replied.

Oh, what did he want now? There wasn’t a lot of time until the potion had to be stirred, so you hoped Malfoy wouldn’t keep you from going any longer.

“So,” Abraxas began. “I’ve seen, you like to keep new company these days.”

Tom frowned and looked over his shoulder. Clearly, Abraxas didn’t mean you. “What are you implying?”

“I’m not implying anything,” he said and chortled a sour laugh. “I’m just observing. You’re dealing with mudbloods now?”

He was talking about Ben. Malfoy and Tom’s other ‘friends’ had probably seen you in the library together. Or in the Three Broomsticks, some weeks ago. Abraxas must have felt really brave to talk to the head boy in this way. His chest was swollen with pride and the glint in his gaze spoke more than he could have ever said. He was out to get something from this conversation.

Tom only exhaled sharply and stared back at Malfoy, completely unconcerned about his reproach. “And how come that’s any of your business, exactly?”

“Oh, it isn’t of course,” Abraxas answered. “I was just surprised. Shocked even.”

“I do apologize,” Tom sneered, clicking his tongue in fake sympathy. “That the gathering of other people, who don’t concern you in the slightest, has ruined your precious day.”

Abraxas stared back at him, obviously trying hard to keep calm. His smile still sat neatly on his face; it were his eyes that betrayed him. “No need to worry about me. I merely started thinking, daydreaming, that your Grandfather might not appreciate that.”

Now he had gone too far. Tom took a step closer, his nostrils flared for a moment and a vein on his neck stood out. “Abraxas,” he whispered so spitefully, it almost sounded like he was talking in Parseltongue, words spilling out of him like pure venom. “I’d advise you to worry about your own life. Because if you don’t, wouldn’t it be tragic if your Mother found out what happened last year at your house? When the maid left and never came back? What was the reason again? If only I remembered. Oh, I do.”

Malfoy’s expression changed momentarily, his head sunk and his eyes darted across the floor, trying hard to think of what to answer.

“Do we understand each other?” Tom asked.

Abraxas nodded, lips thin and full of fury. He instinctively retracted and took a step back, keeping his head low and looked up at Tom through knitted brows.

“Good,” Tom said and left Malfoy standing there. 

Continuing to walk to the grand staircase with you, he appeared like nothing but a casual chat between two friends had just happened. 

“Well,” you said after Abraxas was out of earshot. “That was interesting.”

“They’re all so stupid, sometimes I wonder how they’ve lived this long,” Tom replied. “I have dirt on every single one of them. And they try to blackmail me. Ridiculous.”

“Idiots indeed,” you shook your head. “Do I want to know what happened to the maid?”

“I guess not. It’s a long, repulsive story.”

No doubt it was. Abraxas was known for his dreadful ways and how he had tormented younger students ever since. He wasn’t like Avery or Lestrange, a dumb follower, who had Hippogriff crap for brains. No, he was mindful, awfully aware of his surroundings and constantly seemed to brood about his next step. He reminded you of Marvolo, they both had the same aura, cold and demeaning, always looking for ways to take advantage of other people’s misery. It was no surprise that he had tried to intimidate Tom, maybe even pass him in their hierarchy by threatening to tell everyone about his association with a muggle-born. But he hadn’t thought it through. Tom Riddle wasn’t one to mess with and he had just made that crystal clear. Ben might have not been his friend, but still, he hadn’t let Abraxas speak ill of him.

“I wouldn’t have thought you liked Ben,” you said once you turned another corner.

Tom opened his mouth and looked at you in disbelief for a moment, as if you had just insulted him, before he started talking. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, it just seemed like it. You came to his defence so quickly. That’s why I assumed.”

“This wasn’t about Hilt. It was about me, Marvolo and that bootlicker Malfoy.”

“Whatever you say,” you replied teasingly while Tom rolled his eyes.

Friday evolved to be the worst day of the week. Not only had you almost gotten detention for falling victim to a Knockback jinx during Defence Against the Dark Arts if Camille hadn’t come to your rescue. Professor Merrythought still hadn’t forgotten about your visit on Monday and thought you were trying to disturb her lesson again. But in addition, your curriculum almost hindered you from tending to your potion completely. It had become nearly impossible to handle everything at once. Your classes, homework, studying for the N.E.W.T.s, taking care of the antidote and on top of all that, those stupid pranks. It had been draining and your body ached for a bit of rest. 

On your way to Tom’s dorm, when the sun had already set and you were finally done with everything for the day, you heard the clink of a door handle turning behind you. It almost had gone overheard, the only thing you wanted to do was sit down for a moment and unwind, even if only for an hour. You had already reached the door to Tom’s room and could have just entered to forget about the world for a while. But there was this unsettling feeling inside of you and Camille’s words from the library ran through your head again. You turned around. And thank Merlin you did.

Freda Morris stood in her own door frame, smirking maliciously, with her wand pointed right at you. She must have been taken by surprise, it didn’t seem like she had expected you to look at her. Her wand sank in an instant before she hid it behind her back.

“You,” you muttered, taking some steps her way. “It was you all week, wasn’t it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said smiling, trying to take the high ground, but you wouldn’t let her.

“Just admit it at least. Coward. You know exactly what I’m talking about and you were just trying to do it again, weren’t you?”

Freda shook her head and put a strand of hair behind her ear with her skinny fingers. “I’m head girl, dear. I would never do anything to harm another student if that is what you’re implying. I don’t know what could have given you the idea.”

“Oh shut up,” you spat. “Head girl, yes. An awful excuse for one at best.”

The door behind you opened and Tom appeared from inside. He looked out into the hallway frowning. “What’s all that noise about?”

“Your fiancée’s throwing a fit.”

“Camille was right,” you said, still not taking your eyes off Freda. “It was her. The note, the quill and everything else. I just caught her right in the act.”

Freda heaved one single, shrill laugh at your words and straightened her posture. “I just told you, I would never do such things.”

“What were you doing then? Pointing your wand at me, when I have my back turned on you.”

She pondered, taken aback, while she looked at Tom beside you until her grin appeared back on her face. “You’re imagining things. I was just leaving my room to go and talk to Professor Dippet. That’s when you started to yell at me for no reason.”

“Liar!”

She didn’t lower herself to even look at you anymore. Instead, she looked at Tom. “Is this really what you look for in a woman? Hysterical and hostile? I would have thought you had better taste.”

The need to go up to her and slap her across the face seemed almost unbearable. Your hands were balled into fists and it took all your might not to take out your own wand and pay her back everything she had done to you, times ten. Tom on the other hand stayed calm and smiled weakly while looking back at her.

“Don’t worry about my taste, Freda,” he said. “I’d rather worry about your memory. Maybe you haven’t been informed, which would be very unfortunate seeing that you are head girl, but Professor Dippet isn’t in Hogwarts today. He’s been called in by the Wizengamot. How could you have been on your way to him then?”

Freda’s smile faltered, her eyes darting back and forth between Tom and you. “I must have not gotten his owl then.”

“Certainly,” Tom said. “I want a word. Now.”

“No,” you intervened and he stopped his movements to look at you. “I can do this myself.”

Tom stepped back with a small smirk on his face. Freda was in for a treat. You walked up to her until there was only a hand’s breadth of space between your faces.

“Listen now,” you said, your heart pumping strongly inside your chest. “I don’t know what you were thinking. If you were thinking. But I swear, if you ever play another of your pranks on me again, I-”

“You what?” she asked and shoved you by the shoulder. “Do you think I’m scared of you?”

The moment she had touched you, you felt something moving by your feet. Nagini had slithered out through Tom’s open door and hissed louder than you had ever heard before. Freda gasped and took several steps backwards, startled by the snake. Nagini placed herself between the two of you and reared up, looking as huge and aggressive as ever. Her hisses were meant for one person only and when you looked back at Tom, you recognised that he wasn’t talking to the snake. She had come to your defence on her own.

“Take that thing away,” Freda yelled. “Make it stop.”

“Or what?” you asked. “You might have not been scared of me yet, but I promise you, give me one more reason and you will be.”

She didn’t dare answer, still looking down at Nagini in utmost panic and tried to foresee every move the snake was about to make. You savoured on the sight for a moment, fervently enjoying how Freda fumbled for the doorknob behind herself.

“Come Nagini,” you then said as you turned around. “Leave her alone. For now.”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Masterpost | Masterlist

Please consider leaving a comment and tell me what you think so far :) They motivate me so much to keep writing! Let me know if you want to be tagged, or untagged. Thank you for reading!

Permanent tags: @geeksareunique @ren-ela @marauderskeeper @way-obsessed5 @oreofrappiewithblueberry @draqcnheartstrinq @dogfatherpads @obscurilicious @maralisa124 @theseuscmander @lumos-barnes @theboywhocriedlupin @igotmadskills @jamcspotters @thisismysecrethappyplace @vulpecula-minor @snarledblack @swellwriting @carolinesbookworld @fandomtravels @heartbeats-wildly @clockworkherondale @aikeia @i-padfootblack-things @emmamass24 @sleep-i-ness @miss-theya @gruffle1 @pcseidcnsvoid @buckysblueeyes-18 @angelinathebook

Promised tags: @superblyspeedydragon @angeli-fucking-cat @cyarikaaa @hp-slaps @prettylittlehiddles @katjusja @elderwilliams @-thatgirloverthere- @1950schick @kissing-violet-wings @accio-boys @mythicalamphitrite @aqswdefrgthzjukilop @always394patronus @nesseldee @peachyserenade @iliveforthefandom04 @chr0nicbackpain @truly-insatiable @blushingpogue @scarlet-says-hi @staplerrrr @uglipotata72829 @muralskins @noobmaster696969 @urbankite2 @prettysatan @april-showers-and-flowers @etherrxall @slytherclawmalfoy @thoseofgreatambition @officiallyunofficialperson @lettersfromtheocean @whyisallthecoolstufftaken @eternitydarkling​ @blisfvll​ @hufflautia​ @weasleybees​ @katieakamine​ @myblissfulparadise @delicrieux​ @atlanticowe​ @stellariddle​ @princessria127 @random-fangirl001​ @lovie-recs​ @angelic-blxssom​ @fuzzycloudsz​ @ladyblablabla​ @kisaraginami​ @ourstarsailor​ @softcore-single​ @pancakefancake​ 

If your tags don’t work, please check if your email is verified on tumblr, and/or check your blog’s visibility settings. If your blog is hidden from search results, I can’t tag you.

[nnightskiess]

‧₊° 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

‧₊° 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥?

𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘮𝘦.

*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*

“Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals.” Professor Slughorn explained to the sixth-year Slytherin and Gryffindor students in his Potions class. He twirled the end of his moustache out of habit, “Normally, I don’t condone the use of love potions at all, and I must tell you that they are banned here at Hogwarts, so do not try to sneak some out of this classroom!” He waved with his finger, an amused look on his face, “But from an educational point of view, this potion and its effects, if brewed right, is incredibly interesting.” 

He rested his hands on his belly and looked over his students, “Can anyone tell me why Amortentia is deemed as a dangerous potion?”

Hermione Granger’s hand shot up, and before the Professor could say her name, she had already opened her mouth. Pansy Parkinson rolled her eyes.

“Yes, Professor. If brewed right, it causes an infatuation or obsession from the drinker, keeping them in some sort of trance and therefore it’s considered to be a powerful and highly dangerous potion.” Hermione rambled.

Pansy zoned out and a smirk made its way onto her face when she whispered something into Y/N’s ear, “I bet Granger needs a bathtub full in order to ever get someone to like her.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully and shoved Pansy, “Shut up. Pay attention.”

“Can anyone tell me why Amortentia might smell different to everyone?”

Hermione Granger’s hand shot up once again, making Y/N softly drop her hers. Pansy rolled her eyes again and it was hard for Y/N to suppress an eye-roll of her own this time. Hermione was always as quick as a flash, robbing her from a chance to speak up first and therefore stealing everyone else’s thunder.

“It's rumoured to smell differently to each person according to what attracts them.”

“Very well, Miss Granger. Despite its power, Amortentia does not create actual love as it is impossible to manufacture or imitate real love. The person under the effect of the potion would only hold an obsession for the person who administered it, and only temporary, depending on how strong the potion was.” 

Professor Slughorn explained the process of the brewing and the use of ingredients before he made everyone scatter around and start working.

Pansy furrowed her eyebrows and read the instructions again— she had trouble concentrating. She wanted to blame Blaise and Draco, who both stood around the same table and were cracking jokes, but Pansy knew the blame was elsewhere. The blame was standing on her right and was softly humming a song.

“Can’t wait to find out what mine smells like.” Y/N mumbled out. Pansy knew she was talking to her, even if she didn’t look up from her book to make eye-contact. “I mean, I know what my favourite smells are but I don’t know what my secret infatuation is.” She looked up with a mischievous grin on her face.

“What about you, Pansy? What are you so unreasonably obsessed with?” She leaned over in a teasing manner, thinking of it as one big joke. Before Pansy had the time to shot a witty reply back, Y/N had already opened her mouth again, “Oh, wait- I know. My perfume, since you like borrowing it everyday.” 

Pansy shrugged nonchalantly, “I just like the smell, not my fault that you have great taste in perfumes.”

“I’m gonna hex it one day to make it smell like troll feet.”

Pansy let out a huff, “Hardiharhar.” She threw some rose petals into her cauldron. “I’m sure you could sell it though. There’s a buyer for everything, you know? Pretty sure Potter would give you a few Galleons just for one bottle. ”

The two had to stifle their laughter when Professor Slughorn walked over. Pansy bit her lip, trying hard to appear focused.

“Very well, Miss Y/L/N, exquisitely! Perfect colour so far!” He patted Y/N on the shoulder, feeling proud of one of his favourite students. He hadn’t regretted inviting her to his Slug Club for even one second.

Pansy scrunched up her nose in disgust at the favouritism and when he was gone, she mumbled so only Y/N could hear, “Oh, how exquisitely!” She puffed her chest up and imitated his antics, “Let me brag about it all evening over supper with my other favourites.” She tried to mimic his voice.

A rag hit Pansy in the face.

“Oh, come off it already. You’re just jealous you weren’t invited.” 

Pansy scrunched her face in disgust once more, but this time it was sincere. She threw the rag back. That concluded their little interaction, and without another word, both girls started working on their Amortentia in a comfortable silence.

While Pansy thrived in chaos, and all her ingredients were sprawled around in front of her, Y/N worked better with everything organised and placed in order. She got the ingredients out of their cupboards behind them every time she needed new ones. This went on for the first ten minutes. The whole classroom seemed to now work in silence. The only interruption had been a loud bang caused by Seamus Finnigan, who had accidentally managed to explode his cauldron after stirring clock-wise for too long. Y/N’s soft humming kept Pansy calm and on track. 

She watched Y/N leave again through her peripheral. The girl was probably off to get more ingredients. Pansy looked at the colour of her own potion, realising she needed some more pearl dust to get the desired result. Maybe a few more fast stirs counter clock-wise after that, just to be sure, and she’d be done.

“Ah- hey...Y/N, could you bring me some more pearl dust?” Pansy looked behind her, expecting to see her friend messing with the ingredients stashed away in glass bottles, but Y/N was not there.

“Wha-” She immediately shut her mouth when her eyes fell on the back of Y/N, she stood talking to Professor Slughorn by his desk.

Pansy furrowed her eyebrows and looked around in thought. If you looked closely, you could see the cogs turning in her brain. Why was Y/N standing on the other side of the dungeon classroom when she was sure she had just caught a whiff of Y/N’s familiar and delighted scent after whisking her potion- 

Her eyes widened and she quickly looked around their table. Draco and Blaise were talking and apparently hadn’t caught on to what had happened, neither had anyone else in the classroom.

Pansy Parkinson suddenly knew all too well what had just happened—

“It smells different to everyone but it reminds each person of the things they find most attractive, even if the person does not acknowledge or is unaware of their fondness for the object of their affection themselves.”

*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*

[mxrp-confessions]

Whatever’s going on with MXRP is neat and all, I just don’t feel comfortable with Mod Hex because of certain triggering reasons. Mods can straight up ignore rules like a “three strike system” and incrementally increasing punishment for the sake of just “I thought you weren’t learning.” Despite making that clear from my side of things. I’d love to treat them like a human being, but when they don’t treat me like one, I lose all respect for them.

I’ll be short. I made this one joke *shot you ooc*, and Mod Hex pulls my account aside like “we don’t condone that language on this website” despite having literal dens for sx in the group chats, and just having a vague reason for upgrading a 1 day ban to permanent. There are people that do *f you in the a* and that’s fine?

I just wanted to rp, because it’s something fun for me to do outside of class, can’t do that on the site anymore.

I was going through a rough time and went back to Parp, because I have good memories of it, it’s a fun website. Then... I realized the world was corrupt and unfair because of Mod Hex, and I just... wanted to stay innocent and pretend I could capture what I had in my childhood on early parp with how nice it was back in the day. I want that old feeling where I can vibe, hold my chats, and make friends without people feeling insecure and trying to take things from me.

I just want to be able to let my guard down on a site where I can play pretend for an hour out of my day. That’s it. It’s going to become a tatorship under Hex, silencing criticism, taking out people who make jokes ooc at the expense of other people. It’s going to be less free, and less fun. It’ll turn into a TV show, not a free place to rp.

Apologizing doesn’t mean anything according to Mod Hex, cause they just muted me when I tried to explain my side and took the time to explain why he was in the right and banned me. so I just wanna formally say as a female survivor of r and having had to experience that feeling firsthand, and being in literal tears after this unfair treatment on multiple occasions go * yourself, Mod Hex. I’ll be a Doctor while you’re modding this formerly enjoyable website.

gd.

Anonymous.

[gdheadtestified]

Welcome To My Page.

Hey, welcome.

I’m James/Sleep, 19 and any pronouns are fine.

You can see my pronouns here and some other things like my kins here.

I’ve been in-and-out of the HS fandom for 10 or so years. 

My alignments are Knight of Space, Derse, and Gemga.

Mainly a Homestuck blog but you might see other content too.

I do cuss so fair warning.

Requesting.

---

Both kinnies and fictives are welcome to request here.

I do icons, ocs, some ships, sprite edits, and stim boards.

I don’t do gore, but some blood is okay (e.g. nosebleeds). I will do s/h scars (requests with s/h scars will be tagged appropriately with #triggering.)

I do both June and John edits aswell as all versions of Roxy and I will not edit for Bro Strider. Don’t try to fight with me on this. Thanks.

Please specify what kind of art you want, (e.g. simplistic sprites, Pesterquest sprites, etc..) and feel free to give me hex color codes for things like hair/skin for edits. Reference photo(s) needed for OCs.

---

DNI.

Pretty basic DNI section; 

LGBT+ phobic or exclusionist, PoppyTWT, Terf/Transmed/Transcum, Proshipper/Anti-Anti, Racist/Nazis, Abeist, MAP/Pedo, Zoophile/Necrophile, or if you condone any of these.

Traumacore and Dreamcore make me uncomfortable, but you can still interact with me.

I’m also including condoning harmful relationships (e.g. Incest, Abusive Relationships, Yanderes, etc..) I don’t ever want to see this stuff requested.

Enjoy Your Stay. 

[fandomlovingfreak]

Take Two (3/?)

Fred Weasley/Reader

Rating: E for everyone (unless you don’t like physical fights and the mention of blood. Also there is slut shaming but I do NOT condone that behavior! Adrian is an asshole. Do not slut shame women!!!!)

Word Count: 2638

MasterList Link I AO3 Link I Wattpad Link

Summary: Quidditch rivalries can cause tension between the houses but nothing is like the rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Fred Weasley and (y/n) take Quidditch rivalries just a bit too seriously.

Disclaimer: Fred Weasley (George Weasley, any of the Weasley Characters, Harry Potter etc) is a character from Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling. I don’t own Harry Potter or any of it’s characters, and I do not profit financially from any of my posts. (This is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act.)

Enjoy

It's weird to have worked beside Fred all night long and to have succeeded in being around each other civilly, at least for that moment. Maybe we could get past the tireless arguments at last. I was doubtful on the Quidditch Pitch much would change, as we are both quite competitive, but possibly all other parts of the school grounds... we could be something similar to friends.

I pass him in the hallway, giving him a small smile, to which he returns.

"Why the hell are you smiling at Weasley?" Carina whispers loudly.

I shush her, "I'm not doing anything!"

Carina raises her eyebrows, suggestively, "Well... he grinned at you."

I shove her away gently, "shut up."

"What happened last night? You got back so late."

"We cleaned the Trophy Room. That's it."

"That's it? You sure are acting friendly if that's all you did."

"We did nothing but polish dirty trophies. Let it go, Carina," I roll my eyes.

She hums in the back of her throat, not really believing it even though it was mostly the truth.

***

At lunch, Adrian talks loudly to some of the younger Slytherins. I find myself thinking how obnoxious he is, creating a commotion to impress the girls around him. As if he can tell I'm annoyed with his theatrics, he grabs for my hand, attempting to get me to talk about one of our dalliances.

"Stop it, Adrian," I shove him away.

"C'mon (y/n)," He tries to shove his face into the crook of my neck in a much too friendly way.

"Stop," I move away from him on the bench feeling incredibly uncomfortable with the way he's touching me. Not to mention how he's openly talking about our personal involvement. 

Adrian rolls his eyes, "don't be such a prude."

I frown, anger bubbling in my chest, "I'm not a prude. You're talking about something you shouldn't." I growl back at him, moving to get up from the table.

Adrian snorts, "Don't act like the rest of the school doesn't know how you are, (y/n)."

"Excuse me?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if you were fucking that blood traitor Weasley."

That's the last straw for me, "What did you just say to me, Pucey?"

"I said you're a bit loose--"

The crack of my textbook hitting flesh resounds around the Great Hall. I can't say I regret it. The sound was satisfying, and the look on his face was hysterical.

"Did you just hit me?" His voice comes out squeaky. I have to suppress a laugh.

"I don't know, did I?" 

"Miss (y/l/n)!" I hear McGonagall's voice behind me, "put that book down this instance." Exhaling the last of my rage, I set the book down on the table.

"Yes, Professor."

"What is going on here?" she asks, looking between Adrian and myself.

"It was Adrian's fault!" One of the younger girls speaks up. I whip my head in her direction, surprised she's taking my side when she practically worships at Adrian's feet. "he was saying something awful about (y/n), professor." I look towards McGonagall, hoping she can tell it was the truth. I know I'll still get into trouble for hitting Adrian, but hoping McGonagall can see what the girl said is true.

"What did he say to you, Miss (y/l/n)?"

Oh, I wasn't expecting to have to reiterate what Adrian said, "um... Professor..."

"Tell me what he said." Her eyes are stern. I look down at my feet, "he called me loose ma'am--" I feel the tears of embarrassment blossom in the corners of my eyes. I try to will them away; nothing Adrian Pucey said to me should make me cry.

"Mister Pucey, is this true?" McGonagall's voice has a hint of annoyance to it.

"Of course not!" Adrian lies between his teeth.

"He's lying, Professor!" Another girl says.

"Mister Pucey. Are you lying to me?"

Adrian glares at me for a beat, "I said it."

Professor McGonagall purses her lips, "detention both of you. Ten points from Slytherin each," I try to protest this, "and you Miss (y/l/n), you will serve detention with Professor Snape, while you Mister Pucey will be with me." She looks like she's going to walk away, but she pauses, "and Mister Pucey. If I hear you're saying such things to or about any of your female classmates again, your punishment will be much more severe. Do I make myself absolutely clear that that sort of language will not be tolerated inside these walls?"

Adrian again glares, "yes, ma'am."

McGonagall nods once before turning and walking away. I pause, glancing around the Great Hall. Everyone appears to be watching, even the Gryffindors. I spot Fred's eyes on me. 

Humiliated from the entire exchange, I calmly walk out of the room with my head held high. 

***

"Detention again?" Carina looks at me with disbelief. Up until this year, I hadn't found myself in detention once. I always put Quidditch first. If I had to miss practices, how would I keep my spot on the competitive team?

I had to wonder now if I was jeopardizing my spot with my reckless behavior currently, "I know it's bad. But Pucey deserved it. He called me... loose. I should never have slept with him, Carina. He's such a--"

"He's an asshole. How dare he? He's lucky he got to come near you at all!"

"What if he convinces the rest of the team to kick me off the team?" My eyes widen, suddenly terrified by the idea. It's not above Adrian Pucey to go out of his way to ruin someone else's life. 

Carina snorts, "Pucey doesn't hold a candle to you as a chaser! They'd be idiotic to kick you off the team over him. We wouldn't have a chance without you (y/n), but we can definitely win without him."

"I should've just walked away--" I regret everything now. The look on his face was definitely not worth being kicked off the Quidditch team.

"You're going to be okay. I promise," Carina hugs me, "how did the rest of the Great Hall react?"

I put my head in my hands, groaning, "They all were staring. There's no way the entire hall didn't hear everything..."

"Who cares what they think?" Carina tries to comfort me again.

"The entire Gryffindor table was staring... it was so awful. I'm going to live in the shadows from now on--"

"Oh, calm down. You're going to be fine. If anyone found the situation funny... I'll hex them into next week."

***

Carina convinces me to go to class after another couple of minutes of self-pity. I try to keep myself busy with listening to the teachers and disappearing into the swarms of students before anyone can say anything to me. 

Deciding to take a shortcut through one of the courtyards, I notice a horde of students gathered in a corner. 

"Why are you defending that slut?" I hear Adrian's voice ring throughout the crowd.

"Don't call her that!" Fred's voice roars back.

Oh fuck.

I run towards the commotion. George being quite a bit taller than Adrian, is visible from the back of the crowds. I try to push through my classmates to get to the front. There is no way in hell I'm letting Fred and Adrian try to murder each other.

"What the hell are you two doing?" I run into the middle of them, trying to push them apart. They keep trying to hit each other, even with my body trying and failing to keep them apart. "Stop it!"

"Get out of here (y/n)." Adrian hisses at me as his fist collides with Fred's face over my head. Hot blood gushes from Fred's nose as his own fist comes for Adrian's face.

I collide with Fred's chest, trying desperately to get him as far away as possible from Adrian. "Stop it, Fred!" I spot George on the inside of the crowd of students. I call for him, "George, please help me!"

He nods once, coming into the circle and pulling Adrian away from his twin.

Adrian sneers at me as I try to keep Fred on the other side of the students, "That's right, keep your little boyfriend away. He's lucky all he got was a bloodied nose."

"Yeah? Why don't you come back--" Fred tries to push past me, but I hold on to him with all my strength. 

"Fred, stop! He's not worth it."

"Not what you said last week when I--"

"Shut it," George growls at Adrian.

Adrian shoves George off of him with a sneer, "whatever. She's not worth it, mate. I wouldn't waste your breath on that one." What the fuck is he going on about? Adrian and some other Slytherin boys push through the crowds.

Seeing as the action was over, the crowds slowly trickle back to doing whatever they were doing before the fight. George shakes his head in Fred's direction before walking away with Lee.

I look up at Fred. His breathing is still ragged, like an enraged bull. That's when I see how much blood was trickling down his face and onto the front of his shirt.

"You're bleeding," I reach towards the cut, but he pushes away my hand.

Fred frowns, "Why do you care?"

I frown back, "Shut up and let me tend to your stupid face." His eyes widen before he sits down on the half wall so I can look at the damage.

Again, I reach for his face. I think the blood is only coming from his nose, but I'm not entirely sure. It's dried a bit on the bridge of his nose, but I suppose that's from him wiping at the blood with the back of his hand. 

"Looks like it's going to bruise," I gently touch the red skin under his eye. I realize I'm relatively close to him as I inspect the bruising. Embarrassed, I pull away a tiny bit, "sorry."

"Sorry for what?" His brown eyes are impossible to look directly at. 

"I-- never mind," I go back to tending to the cut. Bunching up the sleeve of my sweater, I dab at under his nose. Fred winces. "Oh, did that hurt?"

"A little," he admits, "but don't ruin your sweater because of me."

"It's just a sweater," I shrug as I gently wipe away some more blood from his lip. "Do you mind if I use a spell? You're bleeding quite a lot."

"Go ahead."

I nod, taking out my wand, "Sarcio volnero." Thanks to the handy healing spell I had learned over the summer, I watch as the wound repairs itself.

"Where'd ya learn that?" Fred asks curiously.

"Picked it up this summer from my mum," I say casually, still checking to see if the spell ultimately worked.

"Did it--is it healed?" he asks, touching his nose.

"Looks like it. You're still covered in blood, though," I motion from his nose to the top of his chest. 

"No spell for that?" he smirks.

I roll my eyes, "Unfortunately, I've never had to clean up so much blood with magic before." 

"That bad?" He chuckles.

"You look like something out of a horror movie," I roll my bloody sleeve up.

"A what?" 

"Oh, sorry. I forget that some of you don't know muggle stuff. It's a genre of film... a-- uh moving picture of sorts."

"Why do you know muggle stuff?" He looks genuinely interested to know. Weird, I thought everyone knew I was somewhat of a sore thumb in Slytherin being a half-blood.

"I'm a half-blood. My mum is muggle-born."

"Oh," he doesn't look disgusted. Honestly, he doesn't look like the information affects him in any way, which is nice. I know his family is pureblood, and I've learned that you can never tell how they'll respond to this sort of news. Draco Malfoy's disgust was proof enough of that. "Do you do a lot with muggles?"

I snort, "You could say that. My mum's whole family is muggles, mind you. I spend a lot of time with muggles."

He looks at me, thoughtfully, "I never expected your mom was muggle-born."

I cock my head, "why would you? It's not like there's some physical identifier. Besides, I'm a witch. What does it matter if I'm not pure or whatever." I wave my hand around, dismissing the idea of blood purity.

"That's not what I meant," he rolls his eyes, "I just meant since you're in Slytherin."

"Trust me; it has caused me a lot of problems."

That has him instantly frowning, "Who's giving you issues?"

"I don't need you to fight my battles, Weasley." I toss my head. Definitely don't need some chivalrous Gryffindor to play knight in shining armor for me. The idea makes me want to hurl.

"Don't be stubborn. If they're giving you issues I--"

"You can what? Cause a commotion by physically assaulting my housemates? No, thank you. I don't need or want you to inflate your already unbearably large ego over me."

Fred purses his lips, "It's hardly about you."

"Yeah?" I give him a look, "Who is it about then, Frederick?"

"It's... the principle. Slytherin's can't just go around acting like blood purity is this-- all-important thing. It's sick."

I snort, "Really? Slytherin's are this-- force of evil, but your blatant prejudice against an entire house of people you barely know is relevant? You don't know me or anyone in my house because you and the rest of you Gryffindors refuse to give us a chance. We're not as bad as you think."

"Fat chance you'd give Gryffindor a chance! Name a Gryffindor you're friends with!"

"Well, your sister, for one. We had Charms last year. She's delightful. Clearly can't be related to you!"

His face goes red, "You're friends with Ginny?"

"Yes, I am Fred Weasley! I have the emotional capacity to see past someone's bloody house!"

"What does that mean?"

"It means you're an ass! A complete and total ass!" I'm practically yelling at him in the corridor of the courtyard, but I can't find it in me to care. He is an ass, and it's about time someone screamed it at him. Maybe it'll get through his thick skull for once. 

"I can be friends with anyone from any house if I bloody wanted to."

I'm fuming. Absolutely fuming, "Now that's comical! You can't even have a normal conversation with me without it ending in a screaming match! And to think I just fixed up your ugly mug, and this is how you repay me? You're a joke, Fred Weasley." I turn on my heel, entirely over him and his attitude. For a moment, we were civil, and he ruined it, I think bitterly to myself. So much for detention and how I thought we had fixed something between us.

***

Fred POV

I feel my neck burn under her words. She wasn't wrong. I could never seem to get through a conversation with her without it turning into a mess. And she was right, she had fixed me up, and I hadn't even thanked her. 

I shake my head, not willing to feel sorry for myself over this.

"I need to get cleaned up," I mumble to myself, eyeing how much blood was on my shirt. It was disgusting.

I do regret fighting Adrian, but what he said about (y/n) was disgusting. I fucking hate Slytherins. They think they can say and do whatever the hell they want without repercussions. I couldn't help but threaten his life when he said those things about her. She wasn't some-- I should've just kept to myself. It wasn't worth it in the end.

I stalk off to my dorm. Can't walk around the halls like I'm in one of those--what did (y/n) call it? Horror movies? Whatever the hell that was.

[l0vesins]

about me ♥

🤍 🤍 🤍

🤍 call me hex

🤍 24! bday is mid july

🤍 it/he/they

🤍 mlm/nblm, polyam

🤍  yan mbti: rahl

🤍 irl yandere (disclaimer; i do not condone this behavior irl. i identify this way as a form of coping/venting. srsly don’t act on this stuff irl, please.)

🤍 osdd system. many alters use this blog equally, and for privacy reasons we choose not to publicly list what alters are active here and posting. msg us to know more about us.

🤍  DON’T FOLLOW IF YOU’RE UNDER 18 OR DON’T HAVE AN AGE LISTED IN YOUR BIO. I WILL BE CHECKING, AND YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

🤍 i can’t follow from this blog. feel free to privately ask for my main