#I mean Pearl is also a slytherin so it's not that hard to believe

[deihy]

SLYTHERIN ADORA AN EXPLANATION

My take on this tweet made by Noelle Stevenson.

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Ok, so, as much as I liked that Hufflepuff Catra was confirmed, reading “Adora is a Slytherin trying to be a Gryffindor” has been the single most interesting thing of this week, and is what I wanted to focus on because how can Adora NOT be a Gryffindor? Well, I tried to find that answer and I think I get it now.  

But, before we begin:

*Disclaimer: I’ll be using the split model created by “thesortinghatchats”, which divides each house into a Primary (why a person does things, their priorities and motivations) and a Secondary (how a person does things, what are their methods and styles to accomplish goals). I like it because I think it allows for more nuance in character analysys, but I also know there are people who don’t find the system useful and may want to skip this.

With that clarified, here we go:    

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The reason is so hard to think of Adora as anything other than a Gryffindor is that she IS one: a Gryffindor Secondary.  

                                 “So, what do we do now?

                                 We do what we do best.

                                         We improvise”.

                                   -  Adora, Roll With It.

By that I mean three things:

1.   Adora has a knack for improvisation. She may plan beforehand, but if the plan falls apart (which tends to happen to her a lot), it doesn’t matter since she won’t let that stop her. For instance, she might not be able to heal the land of Plumeria, but she can try to stop the Horde soldiers that are there. On top of that, she is very good at making things as she goes and at using the tools available to her advantage. (See: Every Catra vs Adora fight ever).

2.   Her way of doing things is to be bold and direct (both in her words and actions).

Adora’s MO is to decide what should be done, and then doing it, no matter how hard. Be it joining the Rebellion the same day she leaves the Horde, fighting for Plumeria when its people won’t do it themselves, or going against Glimmer’s wishes and leaving for Beast Island to save Entrapta. And it’s the same for how she talks; most of the time, you know what she’s thinking and how she’s feeling because she’ll just tell you if you ask her, even if she’s not the best of communicators.

This does not mean she is incapable of being discreet (sneaking in and out of The Fright Zone and then of Bright Moon), or of telling lies (to catch the Horde spy), or considering other possibilities before acting (the different plans in “Roll with it”). However, these are the exception, not the rule and, in the case of the lies, you can see how uncomfortable she feels when she has to tell them.

3.   This unwillingness to let fear stop her or to be dishonest in who she is or what she thinks, it inspires people. Like in the cases of Perfuma, Huntara and Angella.

She’s not a Gryffindor Primary, though.

Why? Because she values her friends, her most important people, more than anything else. 

     “If you wanna take down Adora, you have to go for the heart.”

                                    - Catra, Princess Prom.

Ok, so. Being a Slytherin tends to be associated with selfishness, with a lack of care for anyone other than yourself and your own, and this is seen as a bad thing. Though it can be a bad thing, depending on the situation, for a Slytherin is just right to value yourself and those who are important to you, and they expect the same from everybody else.

In Adora’s case, she had Catra and Shadow Weaver. She felt she could be herself with the former and that she needed to make the latter proud. Once she found out Shadow Weaver had manipulated her, that all she had ever been told was a lie, and that Catra was aware of it, it became very hard to separate her best friend of the betrayal she felt. When Catra refused to come with her, attacked her and then left her in Thaymor, Adora was left with no one.  

That’s when Bow and Glimmer come in, and by being kind, supportive and patient with her, the way Shadow Weaver never was, they quickly became two of the most important people for Adora. From then and throughout the whole series, Adora has established, again and again, that she fights for her friends, and the surest way to hurt her, or to get her to do what you want is by threatening to hurt the people she loves.

These are my friends. They've been kind to me. Something you never were.

               You never loved me. You just played your twisted mind games.

                                           (…) This is who I am.

                    You hurt my friends, so, now you're gonna pay.

                             - Adora, in the Shadows of Mystacor.

                                                    I'm not Mara.

                                 I'm not the She-Ras of the past.

                                I didn't do this to fulfill my destiny.

                                 I became She-Ra to help others.

                  My attachments, my friends, are a part of who I am.

                                          - Adora, Light Hope.

                                    Your mission is to fix the planet.

                                  My mission is to help my friends.

                                           - Adora, Light Hope

In Plumeria, it isn’t not being able to heal the land what makes her feel bad, is the fact she couldn’t be what her friends needed her to (all I've done is disappoint an entire kingdom. I'm sorry I let you guys down). In “Light Hope”, she had to choose between healing the planet as She-ra, or healing Glimmer, and her response was: “I'll do whatever you want. (…) But I have to heal Glimmer first”.

Friends are also her Berserk button. It isn’t until Catra implies to have hurt Bow that Adora forcefully grabs her in “Princess Prom”. In “the Promise”, Adora only reason to be angry at Catra is that she kidnapped Bow and Glimmer and both were hurt because of it. And once she realizes Catra won’t stop trying to hurt her friends, is when Adora finally stops trying to convince her to come with her.

On top of that, they are also the fastest way to crush her. When both Light Hope and Shadow Weaver tell her she puts her friends in danger just by being near them, or that she’s going to fail them and make everything worse, it’s almost enough for her to give up and do what they want. This is much worse when it comes from her friends’ mouth directly: Well, maybe your best isn't good enough! If it was, my mother would still be here!

To clarify, none of the above means Adora doesn’t have a moral code or that she wouldn’t go against a loved one to do what she thinks is right. After all, she and Bow disobeyed a direct order from Glimmer to save Entrapta. (see also: Catra and Adora’s relationship after she the latter leaves the Horde).

What it does mean however, is that Adora’s motivations will be at least a little tinted by her need to put the people she values first.

Adora thinks is possible for people to change and that others deserve that opportunity, but she also needs to see if the person who raised her (and who she once loved) has any good deep, deep, deep inside of her. She thinks deactivating the heart should be their priority, but it also helps that Light Hope betrayed Mara and then lied to Adora, so she doesn’t feel she can trust her. She wants to protect everyone, but because that’s the hero she thinks Glimmer deserves. And she can fight war against the Catra while still missing her all the time. 

                                      I told you, we can't trust her.

                                            She betrayed Mara.

                                                She lied to me.

                                             She's the bad guy!

                                               - Adora, Fractures.

Now, let’s talk about loyalty. As I said before, Slytherins believe one must do right by the people who are important to you. For Adora, in particular, it means you shouldn’t try to hurt, lie, manipulate or use the people you claim to love.

Just look at how much she hates being used as bait by Glimmer, How angry she is on behalf of Mara because Light Hope (Someone who she loved) betray her, but also how angry she is that Light Hope lied to her as well, and how upset she gets when Glimmer snaps at Bow or her. There’s also the anger and frustration she feels when she realizes Shadow Weaver has been lying and manipulating her all these years.

Speaking of Shadow Weaver, I personally believe this is also why Adora’s bond with her breaks so easily in comparison to the one she has with Catra. I think after the first time Adora saw her hurting Catra, a part of the love she had for SW just vanished, because, how can you say you love me when you hurt someone that you know I love? Plus, once she could compare SW’s brand of love with the one Bow and glimmer gace her, it was easy for Adora to see SW wasn’t doing right by her, so she didn’t feel she owed her anything anymore.

                          It's my fault! The Horde nearly destroyed Etheria.

                                         We were barely able to stop it.

                  If this plan isn't perfect, if I'm not perfect, everyone will

                                               - Adora, Roll with It

One more thing to talk about is Adora’s sense of self. As I said earlier, Slytherins don’t just care about their important people, they care about themselves. Adora, though, is the kind of Slytherin that ties all of her self-worth to her ability to do right by her closest ones.  

Try re-watching the series or reading the episode transcripts and you will find plenty of examples of Adora expressing her need to be worthy of her friends. She needs to be the hero Glimmer deserves, she feels the need to apologize if her powers are not enough because she hates letting her friends down, she feels she should present herself as She-ra because she’s much better than plain old Adora, and so on and so forth.

   From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were different. You were

                                                       - Special?

                No, what you always told me was that I didn't matter.

                             I was special only as long as I obeyed you

                                      - Adora, The Prince of Power

It’s funny that Adora would say this to Shadow Weaver and recognize it as a negative thing, but not realize she’s still following this pattern of basing her worth on what someone else want (Or what she thinks they want, at least).

                                       What? Did you really think this was about you?

                              - Catra, The Battle of Bright Moon

Something else I noticed is that Adora has a pattern of making things personal. Things are her fault, it was her idea, her plan, her decisions, her responsibility, her destiny, her planet. Nowhere is clearer than in her interactions with Catra. Due to their abusive upbringing, Adora grew up loving Catra, but also seeing her as her responsibility. Once they are on opposite sides of the war, Catra is always hers. She always goes after Catra first, whatever she does is in order to hurt Adora, and she is the only one capable of stopping her. Both in Battle of Brightmoon and in Princess Prom, her need to go after Catra leads her to get distracted by her.  

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Final thoughts: I think Adora’s character Arc has been about accepting more of her Slytherin side, the one that concerns her own self worth. It has taken a long time, and there’s still work for her to do, particularly with regards to her belief that she only deserves love if she is useful to others, and in realizing that she is allowed to want things for herself, just because. Still, she has managed to move past taking the blame for everything, especially what involves Catra. We can see this when Adora refuses to let Catra blame her for opening the portal, and later on when she won’t let Glimmer blame her for losing Salineas. She also learns to become more vulnerable with the people she loves; by telling Glimmer she needed her.

I hope we get to see her put herself first more in the future.

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[zeldahime]

cql college/job au xiyao edition

because these two have the potential to be the slowest of slow fucking burns and extremely excruciatingly painfully perfectly polite at all times

featuring: ta/student very-much-not-a-relationship, enough ust to set the entire humanities building on fire, corporate espionage, nie huaisang being the sneakiest and sweetest slytherin, background wangxian, nie mingjue being a boss, intense eye contact, let lan xichen say fuck, meng yao stress hours, WERE YOU ONLY PRETENDING TO BE DELICATE AND POOR, summer internship, background wangxian

it got uh. very long. so. 

meng yao starts working for nie enterprises when he’s 16 as a part-time janitor. he has two other part time jobs and is studying for his ged.

one day he solves some kind of problem that nie enterprises is having and nie mingjue likes this guy and promotes him to his personal assistant on the spot

nie huaisong is always flitting about his brother’s office etc, and they become friends and meng yao helps him with his homework.

when huaisong is getting ready to go to small posh private university, he will definitely need tutors. mingjue is happily persuaded into converting meng yao’s job into full-time huaisang babysitting tutoring, including paying for yao’s tuition and room and board to get a degree himself; his job is to make sure huaisang gets good grades and not in trouble. meng yao sees this for the golden ticket it is and very happily agrees. this is going to be the easiest job he’s ever had, and he’s got job security as long as huaisang doesn’t mess up too badly.

first day of classes, meng yao is 22 and looking around at the 30-odd 18-year-old trust fund babies with a sinking stomach telling him that he does not belong here.

this is a philosophy and ethics class like. in a literal ivory tower. this is possibly the last place he should be. 

and the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen in his life walks into the room with the professor. and he’s introduced as “and this is our TA, lan xichen.”

lan xichen smiles at the room with the kind of look that makes it feel like he’s making eye contact with everyone. and then he makes real eye contact with meng yao. “he’s attractive as hell,” they both think, and then think nothing of it.

but, it’s a small class. and it meets 3 times a week. and lan xichen shuts down someone who pokes at meng yao’s age, and meng yao asks questions perfectly tailored to making sure that huaisang and the other students actually understand the material. and by the end of week 2 they’re both saddled with an extremely unfortunate crush that they both need to get a handle on. for professionalism’s sake. they’re at work goddamn it.

and one day meng yao comes to office hours to ask a question that’s much more advanced than what they’re talking about in class, and in lan xichen’s tiny ta office talking about ethics, they are exceptionally and perfectly polite and appropriate and within the exact bounds of a ta-student relationship.

they are also both about to catch on fire.

this continues all school year, because it’s a two-part class. meng yao comes to office hours, and he and lan xichen are stringently appropriate the whole time, and at no point do they so much as brush fingers. they see each other every single day. 

huaisang thinks this is 1) absolutely hilarious and 2) the perfect distraction. he wingmans the hell out of meng yao in class, he third-wheels on office hours specifically to make it worse, and he arranges “chance” meetings between them outside of class. (he got some details about lan xichen’s daily schedule from wei wuxian, who he is eternally surprised is actually somehow getting information from lan wangji the silent wonder)

(he’s not getting it from lan wangji; lan xichen is wingmanning his little brother. the info wei wuxian is passing on is straight from the horse’s mouth.)

nie huaisang thinks he’s being very clever and sneaky in arranging his classes and portfolio to make it look like he’s just taking electives when he’s really planning on switching to a fine arts major at the last possible minute

he is being clever and sneaky, but meng yao knows what he’s doing anyway

meng yao is keeping that ball up in the air as long as he can though, because that’s a later-problem. 

in addition to falling in extremely professional love with his ta, his asshole dad has also come out of the woodwork and is trying to involve him in corporate espionage. which is less than super great. 

on the one side, asshole dad who hasn’t supported you in 22 years and didn’t care when your mother died when you were 16 and pushed you down the stairs because you had the audacity to ask for help, who will gladly frame you even if you don’t help. on the other hand, your boss, who has treated you well for a boss, but has explicitly told you your job depends on keeping his little brother as out-of-trouble as possible and who you don’t think will believe you

in this au, he’s solidly with the nie clan because: Golden Fucking Ticket, where the strings are “don’t let huaisang fuck up too bad,” and where “fuck up” means like. drunk driving or failing a class. he’ll probably even keep his job after huaisang’s art degree reveal. all dear old dad is offering is a jail sentence.

but he still needs to somehow convince jgs that he’s double-crossing nie enterprises without actually doing that, so that he doesn’t get framed for doing it.

it’s stressful.

lan xichen’s life isn’t roses and pearls either, though it’s not nearly as stressful as playing double-agent corporate espionage while also babysitting huaisang and getting a degree

lan xichen’s life is all about being the Dutiful Eldest Son so that lan wangji can have an inch of freedom

this includes becoming a corporate accountant (a job he’s bored just thinking about) and marrying a Good Girl From A Respectable Family (he is extremely gay), and eventually having 2.5 children and a white picket fence and a dog (he’s a cat person and doesn’t know what to do with children). he tells himself it’s all for lan wangji and it’s almost enough to make him want to do it.

being the ta for his thesis advisor’s philosophy and ethics class was supposed to be his Fun Indulgent Treat because he has no idea what “fun” or “indulgent” or “treat” mean

but now he’s in love with one of his students and that’s. not. good.

he’s all of 21 and he’s pretty sure he’s going to be blacklisted from all jobs for his entire life unless he manages, somehow, to keep anyone from knowing how entirely unprofessional he’s being. 

he is trying very hard to distract himself from his gayngst by helping wangji with his own. 18-year-olds can be so oblivious in love, he thinks, failing to see any irony at all.

he’s also been telling his bff mingjue about this extremely painful experience this entire time, under a pseudonym. if mingjue has to hear one more word about “Y”’s dimples, he’s going to scream and then he’s going to force Y into a closet with xichen and not let them out until they’ve solved this. he’s very tired.

at one point when he’s about to pass out from extreme eye contact, he gives meng yao his number so that he can “pass it to nie huaisang, in case he has any questions” and just. prays really hard that meng yao will text him after classes are over and he’s back to just being a grad student and they can be friends.

BUT. BEFORE HE HAS THE CHANCE. IN THAT TIME BETWEEN FINALS ENDING AND GRADES BEING TURNED IN.

lan xichen begins his summer internship at nie enterprises in accounting. and meng yao returns to fill in for an admin on her maternity leave. and they see each other in the break room. 

both of them: *internal gay screaming* Hi, what a coincidence, how are you doing? 

(boys, you are in different departments, nobody cares if you date as long as you don’t start fucking on the desks. they don’t know this because they’re young and very concerned with being Professional and with Career Advancement.)

they have Very Professional lunch together every day. and will buy each other coffee, Professionally. and it would be much more professional if they would just actually make out and then come to work like normal people instead of clearly wanting to make out every time they see each other and instead being Very Incredibly Professional with their words and actions.

mingjue clues in that this is Y. meng yao is Y. Oh my god, first i didn’t want to know that, second this is going to be so easy, and then i’ll never have to listen to xichen wax rhapsodic about his eyes again, he thinks.

he is incorrect. 

the harder he tries, the more vehemently perfect their professionalism becomes. which means he’s watching them have extremely intense eye contact at work and can’t actually say anything about it because, it’s just eye contact? what is he going to say? stop looking at people when delivering tps reports?

he also can’t say anything outright like “just. kiss. him.” because. he’s both of their Entire Boss. at the moment he’s xichen’s boss’s boss’s boss. he can’t do anything without probably violating sexual harassment laws.

mingjue is tired.

meanwhile the corporate espionage double-agent act is still ongoing and meng yao continues to be stressed

mingjue is alerted to meng yao “stealing” secrets and has a freak-out; he hasn’t slept in three days and he trusted meng yao and how could he? was this his plan all along WAS HE ONLY PRETENDING TO BE DELICATE AND POOR

xichen steps between them and insists there’s a reasonable explanation and jesus christ mingjue have you slept when was the last time you’ve eaten you look terrible let’s get you to bed and talk about this in the morning

(meng yao doesn’t realize that he’s clutched on to lan xichen’s suit until after he releases it and lan xichen is trying, very hard, to pretend that it didn’t happen because he won’t be able to think of anything else if it did)

xichen, immediately after mingjue is in huaisang’s care: i believe you, but what the fuck is happening, yao.

(if he wasn’t so rattled by the entire mingjue-reaming thing yao would be able to savor lan xichen saying fuck sooooo much better.)

(once yao explains it is a strain not to kiss him right then and there in that empty conference room but he deserves better than lan xichen, who can’t bring anything to the table and can’t even bring him home to eat at his table, because he is the Dutiful Eldest Son and his closet needs to be made of motherfuckin steel)

(huaisang knows exactly what the fuck is up and talks mingjue down, because meng yao is sneaky but he wasn’t counting on huaisang like. actually caring.) 

this is also the exact same day where lan wangji brings wei wuxian home for dinner and this goes. as well as might be expected. given Uncle hates everything about wei wuxian from his motorcycle to his leather to his attitude. but wangji is happy and he’s smiling and that’s why lan xichen is doing this. that’s why lan xichen is doing everything. 

the next day the 3-zun make a Plan to trap jgs and then get them audited by the irs, since if he’s doing shady espionage stuff he’s also almost certainly doing shady tax stuff (they’re right, he is)

after the internship is over, that very evening, lan xichen asks meng yao if he wants to “hang out, as friends”

oh, you thought this pining dysfunctional trainwreck was going to end here? buddy. lan xichen is in fucking narnia, he’s so deep in the closet, because he must be Dutiful.

they go on several not-a-dates doing Friend Things. and several study sessions where no studying is done. and eventually.

lan qiren: so when are you introducing me to your boyfriend? he seems like a good kid, nothing like that wei wuxian character

lan xichen.exe has stopped working

lan qiren: what, do you think i’m blind? he either is your boyfriend or he should be. good head on his shoulders. *returns to his newspaper*

turns out lan xichen’s self-sacrificial bargain with the universe was borne from a place of living in a heteropatriarchy and not actually from the reality of his uncle’s beliefs, who knew

(lan qiren loves his nephews and wants them to be happy. he also has eyes, in his head, that connect to his brain. he knew xichen was probably gay by the time the kid was 14, and started reading books with titles like “how to accept your gay son” in the living room. xichen assumed this was about wangji, because he also has eyes and wants his baby brother to be happy. wangji bringing a boy home was actually a big surprise to his uncle. this family does not actually talk to each other about things.)

anyway the next friend-not-a-date that he and yao go on, he asks yao on a real date.

he is bracing for rejection when yao kisses??? him???? for some reason?????

they make out &c. this is the boring part

they have a conversation about their feelings and discover that they’ve both been in love for a year a YEAR a fucking year. then they make out some more because lost time.

fin.

[carewyncromwell]

((Previously on “Quest for the Quidditch Cup…))

As per Chiara’s instructions, Carewyn spent the next two days in the Hospital Wing, chugging down three different kinds of Healing Potions every four hours to mend the damage caused by Erika Rath’s Bludger. Although the Wiggenweld Potions were pleasant enough, the other two were considerably less so, with one tasting like undiluted vinegar and the other feeling like it was burning Carewyn’s throat every time she ingested it. Despite this, Carewyn tried her very hardest not to complain -- Chiara had more than enough on her plate already trying to take care of the entire castle in Madame Pomfrey’s absence, and she felt rather guilty for giving her more work to do.

The Inter-House Quidditch Cup ceremony was scheduled for Monday evening, just after dinner. The weekend after the Quidditch Final had been very rainy, as if the bad weather had been waiting patiently for the match to finish before it thoroughly drenched the grounds. By early Monday morning, the rain had faded away to a drizzle so light that you’d likely taste the moisture in the air before physically feeling it.

Before dawn that morning, like all other mornings, Orion Amari was alone at the Quidditch Pitch. Since it was no longer storming outside, he was able to properly fly around the pitch, rather than simply stick to his usual exercises and meditation while balancing on his broom. The wetness of the air made the May morning oddly muggy and hot -- Orion had to shrug off his usual brown poncho half-way through his practice because of how much he was sweating.

It was while he was weaving through the three goal hoops on the right hand side of the pitch that he spotted it.

Out of the slowly dissipating darkness came a brilliant light. It wasn’t dawn -- dawn was gold, red, or pink, not this dazzling sort of white. It seemed to soar through the air like an enormous bird, bobbing up and down in the air as if galloping down an invisible road toward him...

It was a pure white, gleaming Patronus, shaped like an Abraxan Winged Horse.

Orion’s dark eyes widened as the beautiful white winged steed flapped up alongside him, its rippling pearl-colored eyes moving over his face, before it abruptly took off again, galloping away toward the commentary box.

When Orion looked down, he saw the sparkling horse stop as if to greet someone sitting in the stands. In the flickering white light, he could make out a familiar mane of ginger red hair.

The Slytherin Quidditch Captain dove after the Patronus. He came to a stop, hovering on his broomstick over Carewyn sitting in Murphy’s usual spot, just as the Abraxan disappeared in a puff of white mist. 

“Carewyn Cromwell,” he said. Despite the low, level tone of his voice, it still betrayed some fondness.

Carewyn beamed. “Good morning. Happy Ceremony Day.”

Orion nodded. “A very happy day it is, seeing you’ve recovered.”

“Mm. I’m not supposed to carry anything heavy or push myself too hard...and Chiara’s still going to have to make me Healing potions for the rest of the week...but I should be able to just take them at lunch and dinner now.”

Her ruby red smile became a bit wryer as she added, “And at least now I can actually wear what I want again -- except at the ceremony, of course.”

Orion grinned mischievously as he leaned back on his broom, resting his hands behind his head.

“Ah yes...I’d forgotten your fairy-like tendency to always want to have the brightest-colored wings in the room.”

Carewyn covered her mouth to hold in her laughter. “That’s not true!”

Orion’s smile softened, though his eyes still sparkled with amusement.

“...Today it appears you took inspiration from your Patronus animal, however.”

He gestured to the white feathers decorating her dress.

Carewyn smiled. “Well, Abraxans are my favorite.”

“Are they?” said Orion.

“Mm-hmm. Winged Horses have always been my favorite, since I was little.”

“Ah. Then your Patronus suits you very well.”

Carewyn shifted her focus to the wicker-basket purse on her shoulder. Sliding the strap off, she opened up the latch.

“Here...you want to come sit down for a bit? I figured you probably haven’t had breakfast, so I stopped by the Kitchens before coming back upstairs...”

She unfolded the red-and-white-checkered napkins inside. Orion noted the two bottles of Butterbeer also sitting on the bench next to her. 

With a slight smirk, the Slytherin Quiditch Captain deftly swept his broom out from under him and leapt down into the commentary box. Leaning his broom against the side of the box, he took a seat next to Carewyn, crossing his legs on top of the bench.

“Thank you,” he accepted the flat-looking pastry Carewyn passed him. He looked it over with interest.

“It’s a pikelet with an apple compote on top,” Carewyn explained, demonstrating how to hold her own. “Just fold it a bit, so the filling doesn’t spill out, and eat it like this.”

Orion followed her lead and took a bite.

“Mmm...! This is good.”

Carewyn looked very pleased by his reaction.

“I kind of had to improvise,” she admitted sheepishly, “since I couldn’t carry anything big and I didn’t have much time. Pitts tried to convince me to take up some sandwiches, but Mum always loves making pikelets in the morning. Of course she usually serves them with tea, but there’s no way I was going to be able to lug a whole tea service up here.”

Orion chuckled as she passed him one of the bottles of butterbeer. “Butterbeer for breakfast is not a luxury I’ve ever indulged in...but perhaps that’s all the more reason to do it.”

Carewyn tapped both bottles with the tip of her wand to open them and clinked her bottle against Orion’s before they both took a sip.

In the distance the sun had just started to rise, scattering beautiful gold and pink flares over the horizon. Orion watched the sky for a moment, his mind drifting as his eyes ran over the brightening clouds.

“...It’s hard to believe that it’s all over.”

Orion glanced at Carewyn. Her eyes had also moved away from him and rested on the horizon.

“What ‘it’ are you referring to?” he asked very softly.

“...Everything,” Carewyn said at last. “This year. The Quidditch season. The match. ...Your time at Hogwarts.” 

Her blue eyes were locked on the horizon, but there was a noticeable regret in how they seemed to slide down away from the sky and down toward the distant forest trees.

Orion’s eyebrows knit together over his eyes, his gaze very thoughtful upon Carewyn’s face. He took another bite of his pikelet and turned his gaze back to the sky.

“When one thing ends, another always begins,” he said very levelly. “When one home is left behind...another is always found.”

“I know,” Carewyn murmured, “but you’ll still miss it, won’t you? The Magpies are great and all...but I know how much you love your team here. To never play Quidditch with that same team again...”

“‘Never’ is a word I cannot believe in,” said Orion very gently. “Even the best Seers in the world can’t guarantee what the future holds. Even a master at Divination can only predict where the wind will blow, what seeds will take root, what storms will brew...”

An almost bittersweet glint flickered through his eyes.

“...I will...always miss my family here -- for it was the first family I’ve ever had to call my own. But I’ve lived too transient of an existence not to know that one day, I would have to physically leave them.”

He turned to Carewyn, his mouth spreading into a small smile.

“Leaving them physically, however...doesn’t mean that my spirit shall leave them. Nor does it mean that I can’t selfishly hoard part of their spirits for myself, and always keep their memory near.”

Carewyn’s eyes on the horizon softened visibly. She turned to look back at Orion, her own red lips spread in a gentle smile. Putting down her bottle of Butterbeer, she reached out her hand and rested it on top of Orion’s.

“...I’m glad you’ve made peace with it,” she said softly.

Orion’s gaze drifted away. His hand lay flat under Carewyn’s, not moving for a moment -- then it twitched almost uncomfortably. Carewyn kindly withdrew her hand without drawing attention to it: Orion probably wasn’t used to people trying to hold his hand.

Orion finished off the pikelet in his hand before speaking again.

“It’s a bridge you yourself will have to cross soon as well, with the family you’ve found. Do you think you’ll be ready for it, when that time comes?”

Carewyn bit her lip. Her eyes fell down to her lap.

“...I guess it’s like you said. I mean...yeah, school will be over...but I can still write to my friends. I can still keep in touch. And...well, maybe by then, the Aurors will have caught Rakepick and dealt with the Vaults. So even if we won’t be as close as we were...”

She brushed her bangs out of her eyes.

“...We’ll...have freedom, too. A kind we don’t have here.”

Orion’s dark eyes narrowed slightly. “That’s true. You’ll be free to do a lot more, outside of these walls. But remember...not all of the walls that imprison us are physical barriers.”

Carewyn blinked up at him. Orion looked noticeably more serious.

“What do you mean?”

Orion’s eyes ran over her face carefully as he considered his response.

“Do you remember...when I told you about how I grew up, before our match against Hufflepuff?”

Carewyn nodded.

“Well, one thing I didn’t tell you is that growing up ‘parent-free’ without rules or regiments wasn’t always easy. At the...institution where I lived...the lack of adult supervision made the whole place kind of a free-for-all, with the older kids taking charge of the younger ones. It was like living in a den of Runespoors. One never really knew what arbitrary ‘rules’ the kids who’d taken charge would decide to enforce when, or on whom.”

Orion could see the concern welling up in Carewyn’s eyes -- he tried to mitigate her feelings with a wry smile.

“As you can imagine, it was not the most balanced place to hang your hat in. But I don’t tell you this to elicit pity, Carewyn -- I tell you this because, despite the anxiety I’ve struggled with, thanks to the unique magical beasts I’ve battled in my life...I got through it not just due to my own determination, but because I reached out for help.”

Carewyn smiled empathetically. “I know what you mean.”

‘Without Duncan...without Bill and Charlie and Ben and Merula being there, when I fell apart...I don’t know if I ever would’ve come up for air again...’

“I’m sure you do,” said Orion, and his own voice echoed her empathy.

He glanced down at her hand resting on the bench. Almost uncomfortably, he placed his hand down on top of hers in much the same way she had his. With a sympathetic smile, Carewyn adjusted her hand so that her fingers could wrap around his thumb, so they were holding hands properly. Interestingly, this time, Orion didn’t move away. His shoulders relaxed.

“Have you considered going to therapy?”

Carewyn frowned. “Therapy?”

“Yes. I know the beasts we fight are different, but I cannot overstate how much it’s helped me find balance, after being raised in the midst of a storm.”

Carewyn glanced away uncomfortably. “Mm...I can see how it would. But I’m not like you, Orion -- I haven’t gone through half of what you’ve gone through...”

“One cannot quantify a soul’s suffering,” Orion cut her off patiently.

“Yeah, but...I had a family. I had a good childhood. Sure, it wasn’t perfect, but I had a lot to be grateful for. And the bad times...I got through them okay.”

“Yes. And that strength is admirable, Carewyn. You have every right to be proud of that. But just because you were able to soldier the claw and bite marks of the beasts you’ve fended off doesn’t mean they haven’t left damage. And sometimes...those small cuts and bruises, in your mind...can be far more dangerous than an open, bleeding gash. Because it’s tempting to just pretend they’re not there -- to let them fester and give way to infection...or worse still, simply scar over...at which point you’re host to them forever. And why should you have to host them, when you more than deserve to live as a fully healed person?”

His hand adjusted slightly, taking a more secure hold of Carewyn’s.

“I understand if you decide not to pursue it,” said Orion, “but please, at least consider it.”

Carewyn, unable to look Orion in the face because of how uncomfortable she felt, rested her gaze to the left of their joined hands instead.

“...All right,” she murmured. “I’ll think about it.”

There was a short pause. Then Carewyn bit back a small laugh.

“You know...when we first met, in my third year, you kind of reminded me of Jacob.”

Orion raised his eyebrows. “Your brother?”

“Yeah.”

“Hm. One could take that as quite a compliment, considering how fond you are of him.”

“It was,” said Carewyn, grinning wider still. “You reminded me of him at first because of how in your head you seemed -- how you sort of saw the world in your own brilliant way, even if it was different from everybody else’s. But...”

Orion was taken aback when Carewyn burst into giggles.

“But -- “ she laughed, covering her mouth with her free hand, “but after a while, I realized...you two are nothing alike. Jacob’s brilliant, don’t get me wrong, but he’s an idiot about people -- including himself! He can never get into someone else’s head, or analyze someone’s emotions, or predict someone’s behavior based on their personality. He’s memorized every book he’s ever read front to back and can use Switching Spells on himself during Wizard Duels...but he’d never be the sort of person to realize that surfing around on your broom could give you an edge during a Quidditch match, simply by psyching out your opponents. He’s not patient or analytical, or even the least bit wise...which is hilarious, since he was a Ravenclaw...”

Carewyn giggled even more behind her hand. Orion’s mouth spread into a large grin of his own, his dark eyes becoming a little smaller.

“Ravenclaws value wisdom, it doesn’t mean they are wise,” he pointed out coolly.

“No kidding,” said Carewyn.

She bit her lip, managing to contain her laughter at last.

“But yeah...I realized you’re not really like Jacob at all. If anything...I reckon you’re a lot more like me.”

Orion looked up at Carewyn, looking noticeably surprised for the first time. Then, almost at once, his expression softened again, as he turned back to the horizon.

“...Yes. I have thought that, previously.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I thought it first, right after you left the Slytherin team. Your choice of preserving our team over winning an argument...it was something I thought I probably would’ve done myself, in your place. As time went by, as well, you gathered more and more people around you...took them under your wing...created your own family, out of the friends who surrounded you. And you protected that family with fire and tenacity, while also caring for them with patience and loyalty. That too...reminded me of myself.”

He bowed his head, his gaze resting on the edge of the commentary box as he smiled fully.

“...I think the reason I lamented you not returning to the team earlier...was that I knew you love your Hogwarts family as dearly as I love mine. Still...what’s done is done. Although the stars decided we must fly in different directions...”

He looked at Carewyn out the side of his eye.

“...I am glad, at least, that we were able to meet in orbit more than once.”

Judging by the brightness of her eyes and the softness of her face, Carewyn was very touched.

Orion gave a light shrug as he grinned a bit more wryly. “I admit, though -- practice seemed quite a bit quieter, after you left. The team missed your voice whenever we took time to meditate.”

Carewyn raised an eyebrow. “You missed me singing?”

“Of course. Calming music is very helpful, when trying to find your center of balance.”

Carewyn glanced out at the horizon once more.

The sun had come, and so with it had the dawn. The beautiful sunlight painted the remnants of the stormy gray clouds, sparkling like gold dust on some marble statue.

Keeping her focus ahead, Carewyn took some slow, deep breaths. Chiara had said she needed to practice breathing, even if it hurt a bit...

Once she’d gathered enough breath, she opened her mouth and started to sing.

“We’re walking in the air --

We’re floating in the moonlit sky...

The people far below are sleeping as we fly...”

Orion closed his eyes, but he was clearly listening. His head had tilted that bit toward her to hear better, since Carewyn had to sing more quietly than normal so as not to strain her lung. 

“We’re holding very tight --

I’m riding in the midnight blue...

I’m finding I can fly so high above with you...

La da da da da...la da da da da...

La da da da da...la da da da da...da...

All across the world, the villages go by like trees,

The rivers and the hills, the forests and the streams...

Children gaze open-mouthed, taken by surprise --

Nobody down below believes their eyes!

We’re surfing in the air -- ”

Orion gave a soft, delighted laugh in the back of his throat at the metaphor. Carewyn reckoned he was thinking of his trademark Quidditch move.

“We’re swimming in the frozen sky...

We’re drifting over icy mountains floating by...

La da da da da...la da da da da...

La da da da da...la da da da da...

La da da da da...la da da da da...da...

Suddenly, swooping low on an ocean deep,

The rousing of a mighty monster from his sleep...!

We’re walking in the air --

We’re dancing in the midnight sky,

And everyone who sees us greets us as we fly...”

When Carewyn finished, Orion opened his eyes. They were sparkling and crinkled up with the ghost of a smile.

“Did you pick that song specifically for me?”

Carewyn raised her eyebrows in cool amusement. “I’ll let you decide that.”

x~x~x~x

That evening Orion, Carewyn, and the rest of the Slytherin team gathered in front of the trophy case in the Great Hall. Waiting for them was Madame Hooch, Snape, Skye, Murphy, the Ravenclaw team, and about fifty more Quidditch fans. When the spectators caught sight of Carewyn, quite a few of them burst into applause and started chanting.

“CROMWELL! CROMWELL! CROMWELL!”

“Settle down,” Snape quieted the crowd of students with a very sharp voice.

Despite his usual cold affect, however, he did address Carewyn when she approached with the rest of the team.

“Good of you to finally be available, Cromwell,” he said sardonically.

Carewyn smiled wryly. “Sorry, Professor -- I wasn’t allowed to levitate myself out of the Hospital Wing.”

“You’re fortunate that you are even here to make smart remarks,” said Snape very coldly. “See that you get your Potions assignment to me by the end of this week, as agreed.”

“Yes, sir.”

“All right, now,” said Madame Hooch, “gather ‘round, please.”

Orion, Carewyn, and the Slytherin Quidditch team moved out of Hooch’s way and back to the edge of the circle so that the Flying professor could stand in front of the trophy case. 

x~x~x~x

Madame Hooch: “Everyone please give a round of applause to Slytherin house!”

[As soon as she spoke, emerald-and-silver-colored ribbons materialized over the trophy case. On the silver Quidditch Cup in the center, Carewyn could just barely make out the word “SLYTHERIN” in all caps, as well as some tiny lines of lettering underneath that likely was each of the players’ names.

Madame Hooch turned to Orion.]

Orion: “It is.”

[Orion strode forward, taking Hooch’s spot in front of the trophy case. His voice was as level as ever, even through the pride and emotion rippling at the back of his eyes.]

Orion: “Mistakes have been made, and lessons have been learned. Rivalries have flared, and bonds of friendship have been forged. Accidents have pulled our team apart, and yet also brought us together. Through it all...we somehow always regained our balance...facing this journey with patience, tenacity, loyalty, and fire. I’m truly grateful to all of my teammates. Our youngest member, Ashok, who has gone toe to toe with Chasers twice his size without fear -- our Seeker, Kaylisa, who continues to top herself in every match -- Night and Quinn, the most protective and brilliant Beaters one could ever hope to find -- my fellow Chasers, Cara and Skye, who I couldn’t be more proud to have flown alongside in so many wonderful matches...”

[Orion’s gaze drifted over his team proudly, before landing firmly on Carewyn.]

Orion: “Without her deciding to selflessly fight for our dream as passionately as she would her own...I would not be accepting the Quidditch Cup for our house.”

[Carewyn’s eyes welled up with emotion looking up at Orion.]

‘Oh, Orion...I’m so glad I could give this to you. Even if my chest does hurt like Hell...seeing you reach your dream...knowing I helped you reach it...’

[She brushed some bangs out of her eyes, trying to hide the small traces of tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.]

‘...It really makes me feel like I can be someone worthwhile.’

[The crowd all burst into applause. The Ravenclaw team was applauding much more quietly and with much more restrained expressions, but Carewyn was pleased to see that at least they didn’t look like they wanted to beat the winning team within an inch of their life, like losing Quidditch teams sometimes did.

The crowd slowly dispersed. Eventually only Carewyn, Orion, and Murphy remained. A moment later, Skye came over to join them. Slytherin’s Star Chaser passed Rath as the Ravenclaw team left -- the two caught each other’s eye, but for once, only Rath looked particularly surly. The blond Beater stared Skye down for a moment and then strode away with the confidence of a tank.

Noticing the questioning look Carewyn was shooting at her, Skye frowned uncomfortably.]

Skye: “I tried apologizing the other day -- you know, properly. But she didn’t forgive me.”

“I told you it was probably going to take time.”

Murphy: “(grinning) At least Rath doesn’t look like she wants to hit you anymore! I’d say that means you’re about 35% on your way toward earning her forgiveness.”

Skye: “Only 35?!”

Murphy: “Your rivalry has been around for years.”

Orion: “(gently) Remember the Flobberworm’s lesson, Skye -- patience can be an effective way to reach your goal, even more than frenetic action.”

[Skye gave an aggravated sigh.

Murphy turned his focus to the Slytherin-decorated trophy case and gave a loud, much happier sigh of his own through his broad smile.]

[Carewyn smiled at the trophy case too.]

“Me too.”

[She knew it wasn’t really an ending for any of the other three, given that Murphy would become a junior commentator for the Quidditch League, Orion would join the Montrose Magpies, and Skye would join the Wigtown Wanderers with Rath that next year...but in that moment, Carewyn was happy to think of it as that “happy ending” the Slytherin team so rightfully deserved.]

((OOC: Whew! Done at last! *collapses*

Referenced one last time are MC players Night Rhea @nightrhea-hphm​, Sabrina “Quinn” Mercurenius @danceworshipper​, and Cara O’Donnell @unfortunate-arrow​.

In my headcanon, Orion suffers from anxiety. According to the research I’ve done on people who grew up in orphanages or other environments lacking proper parenting or attentiveness, many end up suffering from anxiety or panic-related disorders. One notable body language “tell” for anxiety is clasping one’s hands in front of them -- which, yeah, Orion does constantly! It can look confident in some situations, but it sometimes also can hint to someone feeling anxious. Some common therapeutic self-help techniques to deal with anxiety include exercising regularly, connecting with others, and meditating, all of which Orion also does in canon. Following this headcanon, in the last gameplay section, I wrote Orion having an anxiety attack -- like a panic attack, anxiety attacks usually require great sensitivity toward the person experiencing it, but unlike panic attacks, anxiety attacks often have outside triggers or stressors. (Gee, I can’t imagine what was stressing Orion out, in that moment.) Since Carewyn struggles with depression and self-loathing, it does make for an interesting contrast.

And yes, I love Orion Amari with all of my heart and soul -- however did you guess? 8D))

[dreamyyang]

Amortentia — zhong chenle

[Summary: The strange scent that Chenle encountered during his Potions class led him to you. Good thing it wards off Wrackspurts.

Genre(s): fluff (apparently), Hogwarts!au, somewhat soulmate!au

Warning(s): this was my failed attempt at fluff

Author’s note: requested by 🎨 anon, I hope you like it 🥺💙. Also,, I miss purple haired Chenle.]

Professor Slughorn motioned for his students to leave their desks. The whole sixth year batch of Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs formed a semicircle around the Potions Master. He gestured towards a gold-coloured cauldron that was emitting one of the most alluring scents Chenle had ever inhaled: chocolate milk, treacle tart and one distinctive smell that he couldn’t place.

It was sweet and a little strong, but not too strong to be called perfume, nor too faint to be called lotion. It just smelled so natural. He could have sworn that he knew that scent. It was on the tip of his tongue, at the back of his brain. But he couldn't seem to put his finger on it.

"Alright then, who here can tell me the name of this potion?"

"That is Amortentia, sir," a girl answered. "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. Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what attracts them."

"Correct," the Professor said, smiling and then turned to Chenle. "Tell me, Zhong, what does this smell like to you?"

"Um chocolate milk, treacle tart and another smell that I can’t really identify, sir. I-It seems very familiar though," He answered, faltering at the end. It felt too personal for him to share, no matter how simple the scents were.

"Aah, yes. It is quite common for young ones such as yourselves to not be sure of certain scents. And that, is in many cases, the scent of their beloved. Their soulmate. True, they may not have met the person yet, but they will still know this smell."

"So in a way, Amortentia could tell you who the object of your affections is, even before you know them?" Chenle wondered out loud.

"In a way, yes. Interesting observation, my boy.”

Jeongin, Chenle’s friend, frowned and raised his hand.

“Yes, Mr. Yang?”

“Sir, Chenle said that the smell was familiar to him, how do you explain that?”

The Potions Master grinned, “It means that Mr. Zhong has already encountered his soulmate. His olfactory senses picked up the smell and it was retained in his subconscious memory.”

The class carried on but Chenle felt as confused as ever. He nudged Jeongin, a frown settling on his features.

“What the hell did that mean?”

Jeongin mirrored the grin their professor had given Chenle earlier, “It means you’ve met your soulmate, dummy.”

Chenle didn’t even think about the Potions class until a week later. Him and his best friend, Jisung, were walking around Hogsmeade when the younger boy pulled him into Honeydukes.

There was a huge crowd and the two ended up getting separated. Chenle was looking around for Jisung when he suddenly caught a whiff of a strange scent. Though it was sweet there was an odd musky scent that made it stand out from the rest of the sweets in the shops. Realisation hit Chenle; it was his soulmate.

The purple haired boy immediately took off, barrelling towards the smell like a mad man. Angry shouts and curses were aimed at him as he pushed through the crowd of Hogwarts students and Hogsmeade villagers. He didn’t care at the moment, his unfiltered curiosity was compelling him to find the source of the strange smell.

The smell grew stronger as he ran towards a Ravenclaw student around his age. He immediately recognised them as Y/n Lovegood, older sibling of the girl who most people called Loony Luna. The Ravenclaw was wearing an odd, colourful pair of glasses that Chenle was sure he’d seen on their younger sister. They were engaged in a conversation with Huang Renjun, a seventh year Slytherin.

Chenle took in a deep breath, which was difficult considering how hard he was panting because of his run, and hesitantly tapped Y/n on the shoulder. When they turned around, Chenle felt like the wind had been knocked out of him.

What was he supposed to say?

“You... The smell,” he said, still half-panting.

Y/n laughed, “My sister and I have been working on it for the past year, we call it Wrack Repellent. It keeps the Wrackspurts away.”

Chenle blinked. This was not how he’d expected the conversation to go but at least it wasn’t as awkward as he had feared.

“It smells nice,” he said with a soft smile.

Renjun looked at him as if he were crazy.

“You’re weird,” he stated. “I’m just going to leave you weirdos alone. Bye Y/n!”

The Ravenclaw waved at their friend before turning to Chenle, “Why are you panting?”

“I was running away from the Wrackspurts.”

“Why do I always do this to myself?” Chenle groaned, his head falling to the table.

Jisung and Y/n slid into the two seats on either side of him. After Hogsmeade, Chenle had been hanging out with Y/n a lot. And, as everyone knew, ChenJi was a package deal. As a result, the popular duo soon became a trio.

“What did you do this time?” Jisung asked, peering down at all the pieces of parchment on the table.

“Didn’t finish my Potions assignment. Due tomorrow,” Chenle mumbled against the parchment.

“What’s it about?”

“Amortentia and stuff,” Chenle groaned as he sat up. “I don’t feel like doing it.”

“I can help you, I just turned in the assignment myself,” Y/n offered.

Chenle’s eyes widened, “Oh Merlin, thank you!”

Jisung left the two of them to it, deciding that he had better things to do.

“Since the potion can help us remember a smell that was stored in your subconscious, it’s clearly very powerful... Wait frame it differently!”

Chenle sighed, “This is exhausting, maybe I should stop.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, “You’ve written one paragraph, Chenle. One.”

“It was a tiring paragraph.”

“I—”

“Break time!” Chenle yelled, causing him to receive dirty looks from the other students in the library. The glares didn’t phase him and he only giggled.

Y/n sighed, “You are literally a dolphin, Lele.”

“A cute dolphin.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Whatever, the break is still on though.”

“Okay, but only for ten minutes and we’re staying in the library.”

Chenle grinned widely, “You’re the best, Y/n.”

“Don’t let Jisung hear you say that.”

The conversation progressed till it took a full circle and came back to the love potion. Or, more importantly, the topic of soulmates.

“Dunno,” the Gryffindor shrugged. “Soulmates could be real but maybe they aren’t? How can you be sure?”

Y/n tilted their head, “Well, I want to believe that they’re real. Oh! I’m curious, what did Amortentia smell like to you?”

“You know, the stuff I usually like, chocolate, treacle tarts and... you-a-a random thing,” Chenle’s cheeks reddened when he realised what he was about to say.

He nervously rubbed the back of his neck but thankfully, Y/n didn’t seem to realise that he had faltered.

The Ravenclaw only smiled softly to themself, their eyes almost twinkling as she spoke, “Yeah, I smelt some great stuff too. I particularly liked my random one.”

Their voice seemed strongly suggestive as they spoke the last sentence and Chenle was sure that Y/n knew that they were soulmates.

“R-Really?”

“Yes. So do you like the smell of freesia, pumpkin and two drops of garlic oil?”

Chenle blinked, not understanding why they had suddenly asked a random question.

“Uh, I don’t know? I don’t think I’ve smelled a combination like that before.”

The Ravenclaw’s smile grew into a grin. “Well you know, it’s excellent for keeping Wrackspurts away.”

Chenle coughed; Y/n knew for sure. The grin they were giving him made him blush harder. He suddenly felt shy under their gaze and fumbled with his words.

“Oh- I see, well uh, that-that is-is very um... Yes, that’s—”

Y/n cut off his incoherent rambling, “By the way, next time, dye your hair a darker colour. Wouldn’t want my soulmate’s bright purple hair to attract those beasts.”

Chenle looked down, unsure of what to say.

“My soulmate is so cute,” Y/n cooed as they leaned over pinch his cheek.

“N-no you.”

[francesderwent]

Which Hogwarts houses would you sort the main Community characters into?

Thanks for asking!!!

Hogwarts sorting is both so fun and also so intimidating, because at a certain point I have to stop waffling and give a clear-cut answer out of the four options, haha.  I always feel like these metas are going to be the thing that makes people say “hey, she’s not talking about this show, she’s talking about a very niche personal interpretation that she’s projected onto the show! get her!!”  Anyway.

With Community, I think everybody in the group develops and changes into a primarily Hufflepuff mentality, by or around the third season?  But they all also have a more natural, original mentality that remains in tension with the Hufflepuff loyalty to and identification with the group, and that’s what I’m going to be talking about!

Jeff Winger – Slytherin.  Jeff learned at an early age that if he talked long enough he could make anything true, anything right or wrong – and this ability for manipulation is what he’s built his entire life on.  If he can pull everyone’s strings, then he can be in control of his life, and he won’t have to be vulnerable – to other people’s choices hurting him, or to loss.  Even when he has the group and he’s learned to care, his loyalty to them still has a particularly Slytherin flavor in that there’s some selfishness and possessiveness there – this is his family, and heaven help anyone who messes with them.

Britta Perry – Gryffindor.  Britta is motivated and inspired by the abstract, the ultimate and universal truths of justice.  She wants to be a good person, and I think she wants to believe that everyone is basically good, which is why she blames evil on institutions and conspiracies, “I believe man need not be governed” etc.  I think the basic trust in rebellion – any rebellion – is very typically Gryffindor, as is her very earnest desire to help people.  She has a kind of blindness in regards what her natural talents are, and stubbornly tries to be a certain kind of person who helps others in a certain way, because that’s what she thinks she ought to be.

Abed Nadir – Ravenclaw.  Abed could fit into almost every house, and I feel like it’s a bit of a cop-out for me to put him in Ravenclaw, but I think Abed’s primary defining feature is how he sees the world, a unifying vision of reality and everything in it, and his relationships to people are filtered through that.  He’s always observing and collecting information, and projecting his own ideas onto people and situations.  It could be argued that his actual priority is the relationships – he wants to connect with people and this is the only way he knows how – and I think that’s true!  He’s very much a hybrid between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff – but he does also have a talent for manipulation, so there’s a strain of Slytherin there as well.

Troy Barnes – Hufflepuff.  Even before Greendale, I think Troy was all about relationships, which in high school manifested as interest in popularity.  But once he’s learned to loosen up a little and not care so much what people think, it’s all about loyalty, with no care for glory or reputation.  He’s pretty much defined by being half of Troy-and-Abed, and he doesn’t mind – he rejects the librarian because she doesn’t see how cool Abed is, he struggles with jealousy when Abed celebrates his birthday with Jeff instead of him, he accepts the mantle of Truest Repairman not because of anything he could get out of it, but only to help his friends. (What’s missing is obviously the hard work bit – given that the only thing he carries in his backpack is a pillow.)

Annie Edison – Slytherin.  If Jeff is a manipulation-and-control Slytherin, I think Annie is a control-and-ambition Slytherin.  Her fall in high school was because she was pushing herself so hard in an attempt to become “most likely to succeed”, and it’s with that same driven, militant ruthlessness that she drags herself out of the pit and becomes a good person.  There’s very little Annie wouldn’t do in pursuit of her goals – other people can start things, but Annie’s often the one to take it way too far.  Her judgment of others is more personal than either Britta’s or Shirley’s – when she gasps and pearl-clutches, it’s usually because she thinks what somebody’s doing is gross, not because of some abstract standard that’s been violated.

Shirley Bennett – Slytherin.  Shirley is actually the hardest for me to figure out, because out of all of them I think she is the most torn as to who she really is.  It comes down to this: Shirley has a talent for cruelty, for collecting information and using it to tearing people down, and a weakness for vengeance and us-versus-them thinking.  But whereas Jeff and Annie, when they “convert” to Hufflepuff, both use their natural Slytherin tendencies for the sake of the good, Shirley very much tries to totally reject that side of her and build a whole new identity – and I think she’s been doing so since a very early age.  She makes a conscious decision to value kindness, and she needs her friends and her faith to humble her, because her natural disposition is not humble at all.

Pierce Hawthorne – Slytherin.  On the one hand, Pierce is a straight-up cliché – he values reputation and connection for what they can get him, and he’s willing to use people for his own ends, which is how he’s ended up alone.  His relationships with his family are fraught, but he still takes very seriously his identity as a Hawthorne and the legacy that comes with it.  On the other hand, a lot of Pierce’s manipulation does come from a place of fear – he tests people and pushes them because he wants them to prove him wrong, he wants them to stay anyway.  He wants all the things he was taught as a Slytherin to prove false.

So the group is, as a whole, pretty Slytherin-leaning; Jeff and Shirley, Shirley and Annie, Jeff and Annie, Jeff and Pierce, Pierce and Annie – these people understand each other, and also have the potential to annoy each other pretty seriously, because they have a lot in common. Each reveals the other to himself. Pierce can tend to be a little on the outside because he’s kind of represents old-guard Slytherin – his way of ambition and control is coming to an end.  Britta is the only Gryffindor of the group, which is why everyone tends to call her a buzzkill; her black-and-white morality gets in the way of their boundless shenanigans, but they also do need her to call attention to the heart of the matter.  Troy is the only original Hufflepuff, which is why Jeff tends to underestimate him (think the scene with Britta in Remedial Chaos Theory), but it also means that he very rarely seriously fights with anyone in the group – they’re his people, that’s all there is to it.  They all need Abed to help them see themselves and each other clearly.

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Chapter Update

Death, and Other Origin Stories by @thestralhouseofblack and @spinnersendslytherin

Chapter 4: The Kitchen at Night

Wolfstar, Marauders era, Marauders origin story, Hogwarts.

Warnings: Gore, violence, animal death, werewolf stuff, it's pretty brutal, his mom is also dying, I’m sorry, disordered eating, ED.

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Sirius had declared suddenly that since September 1 landed on a Friday, that it was an unencumbered weekend for getting up to no good.

“What would you know about getting up to no good, Black?” Severus said from where he stood waiting for Lily as she hugged her parents goodbye.

“A damn sight more than you, I’d say.” Sirius shot back, dropping the end of his trunk and facing him.

Severus looked him up and down, sizing him up. “Bet you wouldn’t have the guts for a wizard’s duel.”

“Been duelling since I could stand, you greasy git,” Sirius countered, his chest puffed up, stepping forward. Lily appeared at Severus’s side with a furrowed brow. “Who's your second?”

“I am.” Lily said. Severus shot her a startled glance, clearly not having anticipated her involvement.

“Well, then, I’m Sirius’s.” James piped up, stepping forward. Lily glowered. Remus ran a scarred hand over his face, exasperated. Couldn’t get they get through their first day back without this nonsense?

“Seventh floor, the duelling room.” Snape said with his arms folded, looking overly pleased.

“There is no duelling room on the seventh floor.” Peter said, clearly confused with a furrowed brow.

“Shows how much you know.” Severus said as he turned away. “Midnight, duelling room. Unless you’re a coward.”

Lily whispered waspishly as she pulled Severus down the platform, “Must you?”

Remus had to grab Sirius’s shoulder to stop him from running after Severus, “Why do you let him bother you?”

Sirius had shot him a challenging look, the yew wand spinning between his fingers, of mingled provocation and reproach. That’s what led them to wandering around the seventh floor at near midnight on their first day back at school, cramped and hunched under the cloak.

“We’ve been wandering around forever, there’s nothing here.” Peter griped, sniffling loudly again. “I told you he was lying.”

“If we don’t show up, then he’ll think we’re cowards and I’ll never be able to live with myself.” Sirius said, his voice filled with righteous anger. “I’m going to make him eat slugs, then vomit them up and eat them again.”

“There’s no special duelling room on the seventh floor, Sirius, I tried to tell you, he was making it up. He’s probably laughing his head off in the Slytherin common room, or worse, he’s told a teacher and—”

“Shhh!” James bit out. Footsteps were echoing off the walls and moving swiftly towards them.

Sirius jostled them trying to indicate that they should shuffle towards the wall to get out of the middle of the corridor. Peter shook his head with panicked eyes. He had never been capable of silent sneaking, and clearly thought they ought to risk it where they were.

All three of them rolled their eyes and silently grabbed Peter, hoisting him off the ground beneath the cloak. They all shimmied sideways, Peter twisting in their grasp. Into the deep shadow of an alcove between two windows, they sank, as the steps approached, quick and purposeful. The voices accompanying them made them all freeze in fear.

“My dear Minerva, I understand your worries, and share them with you. I too believe the boy— all three of them, actually— need more help and supervision—” came the low voice of the headmaster.

“Then why aren’t we doing more? Can’t we do more? All four of them are giving me grey hairs, Albus, and Poppy is being run ragged every full moon.” Minerva was saying with a tight frown as they approached the huddled boys under the invisibility cloak.

Remus’s heart was pounding in his chest and he was suddenly drenched in sweat.

“I do believe they may have set the record for most detentions in a year—” Dumbledore chuckled as they passed their hiding place.

“It’s no laughing matter, Albus, I think we need to revisit the idea of keeping the school open over the summer.”

“I thought they were giving you grey hairs, Minerva? Don’t you want some respite?” He asked, curiously, their voices fading.

“No, I want them to have stability and safety.” She declared as they were rounding the corner out of sight. Her voice trailing off. “I spoke with Tom. Both Lyall and Pearl have been at the Leaky nearly all summer, and, well, you remember how pleasant Orion was—”

They didn’t hear the rest of her thoughts, as her voice became dimmer and harder to hear through the echoing expanse of the stone halls. It was a long moment before Sirius finally spoke. “I think you’re right, Pete, I don’t think Severus really meant to duel us. He was trying to get us sent to detention, that little half-blood snitch.”

James snorted but Remus still hadn’t recovered from the shock of almost overhearing McGonagall talking about the full moon. “I’m standing right here, you know.” He reprimanded with a thin voice.

“Oh—” Sirius said after a moment, his face contorting in a grimace, seeming to realise what he had said. “Sorry, mate, I didn’t think— I— I mean Snivellus—”

“It’s fine.” Remus waved him off.

“We’ll get him back, don’t you worry.” James said, sounding determined and consoling, breaking the moment. “Can we sneak to the kitchens? I’m dying for a scone.” Peter chimed in, starting to pull away from the wall.

“Yeah.” Sirius answered, tugging on Remus’s overlarge sweater. “And we can decide what retribution to reign down on that slime ball for lying about a duelling room on the seventh floor. What utter rubbish.”

And off they went, all soundly ignoring what they may or may not have overheard in the dark of the castle.

When they finally climbed back in through the portrait hole at near two in the morning, it was to see Lily sitting smugly in an armchair by the fire. Her hands were steepled in front of her face as if she were waiting for them. Her pink fluffy robe and tartan pyjama bottoms, doing little to detract from the foreboding scene.

“Hello, boys.” She said with a smirk.

“Evans.” James said with a slight nodded, looking wary.

“I see Severus curled like a gnarl at the thought of a fair fight.” Sirius bit out, crossing his arms in indignation.

“Oh, no, Severus did no such thing. I told him if he left his common room tonight I’d tell McGonagall and Slughorn.”

“Must be spending too much time with the Slytherins if you’re so quick to rat out a friend.” Peter said with his sniffling wheeze.

Sirius and James grunted in agreement. Remus narrowed his eyes.

“No, you see, I have a different agenda.” She continued.

“Could you get on with it? I’m tired and you’re boring.” Sirius barked. Lily raised her eyebrows.

“Leave Severus alone, or I’ll tell McGonagall how you’ve been sneaking about all the time.”

They all stood very still, watching her.

“We don’t sneak out.” Peter lied lamely, and Lily gave him a withering look that didn’t need words.

“Snape starts it half the time, anyways!” James nearly shouted.

“You’re no better!” She retorted. “You’re always goading him, four on one. How is that fair?”

“I’m not making deals with Slytherins!” Sirius said, his face hard.

“I’m a Gryffindor —” Lily said, getting to her feet.

“The sorting hat made a mistake.” Sirius said, meanly.

“With you? I’d believe it.” Lily sniped with narrowed eyes, taking a determined step forward. Fearless on her own in the face of confrontation, of being outnumbered.  Sirius moved forward to meet her challenge, bristling with indignation, but Remus and James grabbed his arms.

Remus could smell the tension. Could hear Sirius’s rage building. Could feel James’s pulse staccato next to him. Even Peter stopped mouth breathing.

“I protect my own, that’s being a Gryffindor.” Lily said with venom and righteousness. “It shouldn’t matter that he’s Slytherin. You should know better.”

“You don’t know how we’ve been sneaking around, you’re bluffing.” Remus deflected, also bluffing.

“Suit yourself.” She said, turning towards the stairs. “Leave him alone, or I’m busting you.”

And with that, she disappeared up the stairs to the girl’s dormitory.

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❝ Brought a knife to hell and saw / What was left down there and more / Hide-and-seek’d for far too long / Kept my treasures with my bones / Lived for lies, lived for tales / Lived for good and hit the rails. ❞ PARK SOOYOUNG? No, that’s actually ALICE LONGBOTTOM. A SIXTH YEAR student, this SLYTHERIN student is sided with THE DOUBLE AGENTS (MCGONAGALL’S ARMY). SHE identifies as a CISWOMAN and is a HALF-BLOOD who is known to be SECRETIVE, ARROGANT, and MANIPULATIVE but also CLEVER,OPEN-MINDED, and EFFICIENT. { SAM, 23, EST, THEY/THEM }

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GENERAL

Full Name: Alice Longbottom. Nickname(s): None. Seriously, she believes her name is short enough as it is. Age: Sixteen. Gender & Pronouns: Ciswoman & She/her. Place of birth: TBD. Birthday: TBD. Currently living: TBD. Species: Human. Ethnicity: South Korean. Occupation: Hogwarts student. Orientation: Bisexual. Social status: Middle class. Relationship status: Single.

APPEARANCE

Body Build: Ectomorph. Height: 5'6". Hairstyle: Long and slightly wavy. Hair Colour: Brown. Eye Colour: Brown. Distinguishing Features: None. Preferred Clothing: Always fashionable. Follows both wizarding and muggle trends. Wears a lot of skirts and dresses. Accessories: A dainty gold necklace with a small pearl, always. Also, a small powder blue and gold-plated watch on her left wrist.

EDUCATION

School: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. House: Slytherin. Best Core Class: Astronomy. Worst Core Class: Potions. Electives: Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, and Divination. Prefect: Yes, since fifth year. Quidditch: Seeker for the Slytherin team. EXTRA-CURRICULAR(S): Astronomy Club. O.W.L. Grades: Ancient Runes (O), Arithmancy (O), Astronomy (O), Charms (O), Defense Against the Dark Arts (O), Divination (E), Herbology (E), History of magic (E), Potions (A) Transfiguration (O). N.E.W.T. Grades: To be determined.

MAGIC

Wand: Acacia wood with a dragon heartstring core, 11 ¾" and hard flexibility. Pets: Has a barn owl called Albertine. Boggart: Her family’s dead bodies. Animagus/Patronus: Non-Applicable/Hippogriff.   Amortentia: The scent of the body lotion she uses, rose jam & honey.

PERSONALITY

49 Archetypes: The Maestro (Ambitious, Focused, Confident). Alignment: Lawful Neutral. Enneagram: Type 4, The Individualist. MBTI: ISTJ, The Logistician. Soul Type: Thinker. Zodiac: Aries Sun, Scorpio Moon & Leo Rising.

quick facts

neville and hannah’s daughter, ever’s twin, and violet’s younger sister. WOULD kill and/or die for her family.

has few friends, but the ones she has? she cares about so damn much and would do anything for them. also would highkey do anything for the people her sisters care about because she wouldn’t want them to be hurt because that would hurt her sisters and that’s just not okay.

is, um, kind of full of herself? thinks that she’ll never get caught as a double agent because she believes that she’s the best and just……. child…….. chill, get your head out of your ass, and be careful.

is lowkey cold and intimidating, but is still super open-minded? like, she doesn’t judge others easily. she just thinks highly of herself, but that doesn’t necessarily means that she thinks badly of others.

so yes, is a double agent who’s true side is the da, because she does believe in their cause. she does strongly disagree with the death eaters, but since she’s always kept her mouth shut about her beliefs and is slytherin af, it made sense to others when she joined the death eaters. she ofc approached the da first, letting them know she could have an in to the de, which is how that all started! wants to fight for what is right, and truly believes she can make a change, which comes from the thinking highly of herself bit i already mentioned.

loves fashion???? is 100% here for short skirts and dresses and will fight you if you call them inappropriate because “fashion is art, you piece of scum”

uhhhhhhhhhhhh is actually kind ofsenstive but hides it VERY well behind a bitchy façade

i’ll write her bio asap, which you’ll be able to find on her about page!

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Gorgeous - Sirius Black

Summary : Y/n realizing her feelings for Sirius after making amortentia with him ( yeah , cliche af I'm sorry >< )

Warnings : None :)

A/N : it's my first imagine here ! Please don't hesitate to tell me if I'd have any mistakes as English isn't my native language . Happy love month everyone ♥️

Word count : 1.96k

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' But what can I say? You're gorgeous . '

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Yes , he's been annoying you again . In fact , you were sure that it was his daily pleasure to tease you . And yes , you pushed him away again . But no , this is going downhill . You knew you have been influenced by his notorious flirtings . Who were you to blame though ? He's famous for his aristocratic , elegant good-looks .




" Princess , fancy for a date at Hogsmead with me tomorrow ? " just like that . This scene happens in every Friday's potions class . No wonder you missed Severus as your partner , at least he actually helped with the work . Instead of what this guy does , distracting and whispering in your ears every two minutes . You were also surprised that you still haven't hexed one of his limbs off after the two weeks Slugorn swapped partners .




" I'm convinced that you knew the answer . So , fancy to helping me on putting the moonstone power in the brew instead ? " but of course , for a skillful actress like you are , you contained your blush perfectly . And thought of a satic comeback like you always do . Because that's what you do .




" Aww , don't spoil the mood . We're making Amortentia today ! Shouldn't you be more romantic instead of all cold like now ? " you were just glad he obeyed and added the powder into the cauldron . Sometimes he could be such a prick that you would have no doubt to land a punch on his face , but sometimes , he is just too hard to resist . You were obviously too into your thoughts that you didn't even noticed the rose thorn pierced your finger .




" Ouch ! " well , not until you finally felt pain . You looked down and was not surprised when you saw a drip of blood showing up on your index finger . And apparently , you weren't the only one who found that out . Your new potions partner was never so observant in all the times but now .




" Holy Merlins , are you alright ?! Ferula . " but he did helped to bandage it . You wished he didn't though , this whole ' Black Charm ' thing had been messing with your very rational mind and you didn't like that at all .




" Thanks . So can you lower your voice now and keep working ? We need to make this potion perfect to get an O . " you stared at your now nicely bandaged wound and sighed again . This needed to stop , right now . You purposely avoided his ravishing gray eyes that every girl in this school were obsessed with and turned your focus back to the cauldron .




" That's it ? I saved your life ! Shouldn't you at least go on a date with me ? Come on , I've been asking you out for the longest time , I felt like another James ! " he whisper-screamed into your ears without warnings . You freaked out for a bit , but came to your senses quickly . After all , you knew what you were doing , at least that's what you think .

" You wrapped my wound , alright ? I thought I expressed my endless gratitude by thanking you already . And for the matter of fact ,we've talked about this already , I don't date players . " for some reason , you started to hiss like him , what a bad influence he was . Well , you did told him many many times about not prefer to play around , not that he'd ever listen to you anyway .




" Well , I thought we've talked about this already , I'm serious this time . I won't treat you like the previous flings I had , because you are anything but just a fling to me . " he tried to mock your tone , but it wasn't difficult to acknowledge his desparity in his voice . Yeah , of course he'd say that , or else who'd believe him after the glorious history he had .




" Of course you're Sirius . Who else would you be , James ? " you didn't even bother to say your thoughts out loud , knowing that he would have another planned flirtatious comeback for you . Sometimes you'd think , why's he still trying ? What if he actually likes you , in a serious way ? Or maybe you're just that one medal he is yet to claim in the field ? You didn't need much time before settling on the second answer . Boys are stupid , stupidly competitive and damn manipulative , especially boys like Black , who is always so confident and sure that he could get any girl if he wanted to . And you just happened to be that obstacle in the way , keeping him away to prove that , and that's what led to the on-going teasing right now .




" It was a lame one . I think we can both agree on that . " he faked a pout and said . Sprinkling in more nicely minced peppermint into the brew . At least he was helping out with the potion , you thought to yourself . But it would be the best if he can shut his annoying little mouth for a while .




" This should be the last ingredient we need , we need to get an O . " you deliberately ignored him and put in the pearl dust for the supposed pearl sheen of the successful potion . You stirred the potion in the cauldron for a few times before Slugorn came over to your table and checked on your finished product .




" This is perfect !! Ten points to both (y/h ) and Gryffindor ! Great job , Miss (l/n) , I know I should not be expecting less from you . And you , Mr Black , I'm more than delighted with this result . Even though it's obvious that most of the credit wasn't yours . The both of you will be receiving an O for sure . So , give it a sniff , what does it smell like ? " you always welcome compliments . And you were just over the moon when you heard what Slugorn said , not just for yourself , but also for Sirius . You knew he was smart , he just need to use his brain more often in class , rather than those pranks he pulled on the Slytherins with his bunch of friends .




" Leather , mint , and a powdery smell that could be a perfume with bergamot and vanilla ? " Bloody hell , that's exactly the upper and the lower note of your perfume ! How could he smelled that out ? Oh right , he was literally a dog , no surprise . But wait , does it mean ...




" How about you , Miss (l/n) ? " Slugorn's untimely curiosity interrupted your thoughts rudely . You listened and smelled the now spiraling , shimmering potion . You identified the first two scents right away , but the last one left you confused .




" The first one was citrus , the second was peach but for the last one ... I wasn't sure , Professor ." you gave your answer honestly , which led to a fatherly smile on Slugorn's face and a playful smirk on Sirius' . You couldn't help but wonder what was in his mind again . He's always full of unexpectedly dumb things inside his brain .




" Describe it , maybe we can help you figure that out ? " oh does the potions professor was persistent ! So you gave it one more try , inhaling vigorously from that cauldron of Amortentia . You almost worried that you'd be affected by it because you sniffed too hard .




" It smelled kind of refreshing , with a hint of musk maybe ? I honestly have no idea what the smell was , professor . " you shrugged again . You'd hate to admit it , but you really wanted to know what that smell was , or to be exact , who it belonged to . Because you were pretty sure that it was from a perfume you had smelled before . Yet , you just couldn't recall who that was .




" It sounds a lot like someone's colonge to me . Good luck finding it out , Miss (l/n) . You two are good to go , enjoy your lunch . " he patted on my shoulder , providing me an obvious answer before telling us off . Well , at least I got to go to lunch earlier . You couldn't help but have this unsolved mystery lingered around when you started putting your book back into your bag . Who would it be ? Well , many guys in this school use colonge , so how can I find him out ?? Wait , is that ...... No no no !! It coudn't be him , it wouldn't be !!




" Hey , earth to my lovely (y/n) ! Still bothered with the third scent ? " Sirius had already placed his arm around your shoulder before you could stop him . But you were too deep in thought to push him away or to simply resist it . Suddenly , the mysterious third scent appeared around you , and confirmed your previous bold guess . Nothing , nothing could be worse than this , you thought to yourself . You smelled Sirius Black's colonge . Of all the boys in this bloody school , you fell for the one who you shouldn't ever be falling for . What a genius .




" Helloooooooo ? But for real , it sounds like my colonge . Oh well , Miss (l/n) , seems like you can't resist the infamous ' Black Charm ' as well ? " his awfully loud voice finally brought you back into the reality , where his face was on inches away as he bent down to stare right through your eyes . All hell breaks loose , nope , not going to happen . You were smart enough not to fall in love with him , or that's what you think . It was him , you were damn sure now . But why does it have to be ???




" Leave me alone , Black . " you brushed him away and stormed off to the Grand Hall . His usual mischievous chuckles sounded behind your back , echoing through the empty hallways .




This is only going to get worse , isn't it ? You wish you could hate him , like what happened on the first day . But how was that even possible anymore ? His charms was really getting to you slowly , his looks and teases were definitely the things to blame . I mean , who'd be able to hate him , just look at his face !! You never thought yourself as shallow as you were at the moment , but you just couldn't get this over with for some reason . You sighed once again , for your irrationality and impulsiveness that you'd wished never to exsist .




But who are you to blame ? After all , that boy is bloody gorgeous .

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in sickness and in health ; thlaise drabble

summary: blaise zabini and theodore nott got married in the north of france, in a very intimate and small civil ceremony ten years after the battle of hogwarts. disclaimer: work of fiction, original story and universe belongs to the one and only jk rowling no profit gained out of this comments: this was literally supposed to be a small drabble of theo and blaise getting married and it’s like almost 2k words of nothing, it’s literally blaise and theodore wedding ceremony through the eyes of harry. idek why i came up with this. (i am sorry because i know i have a pile of writing requests to finish but i was just assaulted by this fic)

also in my head all the slytherin gang speaks french.

tagging @ff-sunset-oasis because her wonderful thlaise writings inspire the hell out of me to write more of them

read this in ao3

blaise zabini and theodore nott got married in the north of france, in a very intimate and small civil ceremony ten years after the battle of hogwarts. they planned an after party, nothing big, nevertheless; because the both of them had very few friends they could actually trust and share a moment so important like this. but there was way too little people they trusted for the actual ceremony.

neither of them did hesitate though, telling both pansy and draco they could bring a plus one if they  wanted to, they also knew that draco would invite harry in a heartbeat and that pansy would come by herself because her pride was still bigger than anything else, even after all these years.

so there he was, harry james potter, surrounded and sharing such an intimate and beautiful moment with people he had bloody hated during his school years, draco included. honestly, it was just so bizarre. if you asked harry ten years ago, he would have laughed at the mere thought of sharing a moment like this with a group of slytherins, with this group of slytherins.

and it was even more bloody bizarre, when harry started to notice and feel the amount of emotion in the air. the ceremony was so solemn, almost automatic in the way it was handled, but at the same time, the feelings were just so strong harry swore he could feel them vibrating through the air, reverberating inside his chest.

the total of guests, including harry, were five. obviously blaise’s mother, pansy and draco, but narcissa was also there. harry didn’t quite ask why narcissa was there by herself without the company of lucius, but he could pretty much imagine.

and she was looking the most emotional of the five, maybe close to harry. she was standing next to her son in a burgundy dress that accentuated her pale skin, her hair tied up in a perfectly styled bun, holding a crumpled handkerchief in her hand, but managing to keep the little sniffs to a bare minimum. probably either blaise or theodore meant more to her than harry could have ever imagined, and that was something that harry would be surprised about draco’s mother, her actual and big ability to care.

pansy parkinson stood next to her, and seemed to be the most composed, looking stern in a black cocktail dress with the highest pair of high heels harry had seen ever, her eyes sharply rimmed with black, the darkest of the reds on her lips. sometimes her lips would turn up, like with an amused expression, and harry thought she was probably thinking about memories, but overall the sparkle in her eyes was hard to miss.

then, there was blaise’s mother. it was the first time harry saw her and he understood perfectly the fame, not only she looked extremely beautiful with hard features and a smooth skin her son had obviously inherited, she was also dressed with clothes that probably were more expensive than harry’s entire wardrobe. a two pieces dress suit in a pearl colour, with what it seemed a fox fur over her shoulder, her braided long hair falling down her back. she looked touched, but somehow, her eyes glistened with something closer to hope than to tears.

and draco? draco looked exulted, truly happy, like this was something he had expected to happen but never really actually imagined it was going to materialise, so his emotion was pouring through him making him look between prideful and relieved that theodore and blaise were doing something they both should have done years ago. he was wearing what it seemed like a combination of a suit and formal robes, always leaning towards tradition, and biases aside, he looked truly stunning with a buttoned up frock coat and dress trousers, both in rigorous black.

blaise was wearing a suit so well tailored it seemed like it was just made for the other to wear it, which was probably the case, made from scratch just for this moment. it was also completely black, the shirt included, and harry guessed amusedly that if he would expect a wedding where both people were wearing black clothes, definitely it would be in a slytherin wedding.

theodore was wearing traditional dress robes, and he looked elegant and earnest. he had the palest skin harry had seen in anyone, ever, and the black of both of his hair and his clothes only enhanced that. thedore nott was actually a beautiful person, harry always thought so, especially when he could be stripped of his shyness and smile in the way a dimple could appear on his cheek, as it was doing right then, when blaise slipped a ring into his finger.

and bloody hell, harry’s chest tightened so hard he thought the air was pulling out of his lungs, because this was such an emotional and pure sight. it was impossible not to notice the way theodore’s hands trembled when they exchanged their rings, and the way blaise almost stumbled over his words, like he was getting lost in the eyes of theodore, instead of in the speech he was supposed to recite.

the words exchanged were obviously in french, but draco tilted his head enough for his lips to brush against the shell of harry’s ear, translating both of blaise’s and theodore’s bows, and the words of confirmation after it, and the emotion just kept drowning in harry’s chest.

it was so funny, that harry was feeling so much love, so much devotion, in a place that was full of people who were always thought to be stripped of both.

the kiss sealed both a promise and the ceremony, and while pansy was whistling, both draco and harry were clapping enthusiastically, miss zabini’s strong and clear italian above all of their actions, narcissa’s melodic laugh filled the air around them.

almost looking oblivious, theodore and blaise were whispering to each other, the pads of blaise’s thumbs wiping away the moist underneath theodore’s eyes, their foreheads so close, they were almost brushing against each other. harry wasn’t sure any longer about the language they were speaking in, but sometimes the intention and the meaning went beyond any language barrier.

miss zabini went to hug her son first, speaking the fastest harry had ever heard, ever, and in italian, laughing and smiling and giving a few pats on blaise’s cheeks. she hugged theodore next, holding his face tenderly between her hands, and whispering something that harry didn’t catch, but that made theodore chuckle, and nod.

narcissa and theodore hugged so tight, and for so long, that harry felt like he was intruding a very special and bonding moment just by looking at them. when they parted, they both had glistening eyes, and narcissa kissed theo’s cheek before hugging blaise, briefly, but with the same intention and care.

pansy sandwiched herself between the two of them, her head resting on blaise’s chest, and her arm circling around theodore’s waist, making them laugh loudly. with her high heels, she was almost as tall as theodore, but still not enough for reaching blaise. it was kind of an adorable picture, and something harry would have never imagine pansy parkinson, theodore nott and blaise zabini could do. pansy moved not longer after, saying that sorry no kisses, lads!, because she didn’t want to ruin her lipstick.

it was only harry and draco left, and harry felt quite stupid to feel so emotional about this, and a little uncomfortable because even if it was extremely generous for the two of them to invite him, he wasn’t nearly as close to the two of them as pansy or draco, definitely not. dating draco made him get in contact with his friends, but there was always this distance between them, even if they were closer and not as awkward as they were in the beginning.

a handshake and a squeeze of blaise’s shoulder seemed like a good fit, though, smiling with a nod and congratulating him because honestly, honestly, it was such a touching ceremony. blaise was smiling in that way he did when he was full of pride and he wanted to brag, looking smug and confident, and it only made harry grin was well, and more pats to each other shoulders were exchanged.

draco, on the other hand, went to talk to theodore. harry knew the both of them had been friends since forever, with that whole connection of pure-blood, elite and both fathers as death eaters. harry also knew there wasn’t a lot of people draco considered close, a friend and an equal, but that theodore was, unequivocally, all of those things.

it was quite a sight, the two of them in their rather traditional clothes, almost the same height, looking probably more similar to their parents that the both of them ever wished to. draco extended his hand to theodore, for a handshake, and a nod, which theodore returned to with a raised eyebrow, his hand squeezing his in a firm way but the lack of expression on their faces was slowly faltering. 

harry wasn’t sure who pulled who into a hug, but they shared one between muffled laughs, curls of black and blonde hair twirling as they did, hands squeezing backs and arms in a chaos of limbs. when they parted to look at each other, there was something in the eyes harry wasn’t quite sure he could identify, it was like they couldn’t believe they were there, maybe, and harry sometimes couldn’t, either.

talk about redemption, talk about surviving against the odds and surpassing what it seemed wrong and dangerous fates. harry knew quite a lot about that, and he knew both draco and theodore shared misfortunes in their one way, as well. he could only imagine the coiling emotion of being together like this, after all these years, in an event as meaningful as their wedding.

it was theodore the one who came to him while he was lost in his rambling, and he actually greeted him with a thank you for coming, and that was such a painfully theodore thing to say, that moved by instinct, harry gave him a hug. theodore was surprised, but also undeniably soft and touched by everything that was happening, and he hugged harry briefly as well.

when harry looked at him, theodore’s cheeks were rosy, but he had a dimple in both of his cheeks and it made harry grin, squeezing his shoulder. with his peripheral vision he saw draco and blaise whispering to each other, until he heard blaise cussing at his lover, before laughing as well.

blaise moved to theodore’s side after all the greetings were exchanged, kissing the top of his head, as theodore circled his arm around his waist, his nose brushing against the base of his neck. it was such a tender action, harry knew no one was going to believe him when he was back to england and shared the news.

the room seemed to be filled with eerie silence, and strong vibes of energy, and no one seemed to move until pansy crossed her arms on her chest, exclaiming that bloody hell, where is the firewhiskey to celebrate? it made everyone laugh, but they made their way to the celebration place while harry’s hand moved to find draco’s, as theodore’s entwined his arms around blaise’s. definitely, all as well.

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hey ! i’m jc, 20 & hail from the pst. i’m hp & eddie redmayne / newt trash. literally eddie is the loml. i am a college student working towards a psychology major, i love puns & i recently rescued an abandoned puppy & named him remus :-) enough about me, here’s some information on my lil lion mary ! this may be a little long so pls bare w/ me !

               alycia debnam-carey — mary macdonald is seventeen and a seventh year member of gryffindor house. she is a muggleborn, which explains why they’re in support of the neutrals/order. most people know them as loyal and openminded at their best, but aggressive and impulsive at their worst. 

P O I N T E R S ; 

mary is the definition & embodiment of a ray of sunshine.

you associate mary with oversized sweaters, tea & the smell of rain. warm summers & the smell of the ocean breeze, surrounded by your closest friends having a bonfire. she is the calmness the sound of the rain brings on a late night as it falls against your window, but she’s also the power, rage & strength of the ocean as it crashes down onto the sand. she’s the warmth of the sun on your skin, the comfort & feeling of home wrapped in a sweater with a nice cup of tea. she’s your favourite song, blasting through the speakers while all your friends sing along, not giving a damn about everyone else. she’s deep conversations under the moon, empathy & kindness. she’s getting back up after being knocked down, standing her ground no matter how tough things got.

mary is a CHAMELEON. but not in the sense you’d think. not in a bad way.

she’s a chameleon in the sense that she adapts to other people, not necessarily being two faced, but in how she interacts. she limits herself to what she can say or do. she draws a line of what’s too far and what’s alright when with someone. 

EXAMPLE: with lily, mary — of course — would be annoying & childish, but i believe that lily does keep her grounded so she doesn’t reach that full potential of annoyance. HOWEVER, if she were with james or any of the marauders... it’s over. there’s no coming back. she becomes this obnoxious person, childish to the point she’ll laugh at the words boobies or immature to the point she can’t say the words penis or vagina but this is just an example :-) 

her range, type, level ( ? ) of socialization can also vary from the type of mood she’s in!

there will be days where she’ll be quiet, others where she’ll be her normal self -- a bit of quiet, a bit of loud, grounded & where she’ll be the most care free person in the world, doing whatever whenever & enjoying herself as well as her friends.

B A C K G R O U N D ;

so, mary was born to two muggles — marilyn & jaime.

they were two ordinary, hardworking muggles.

they were modest & honestly just trying to give their little girl the best life they could.

being an only child, mary was a little weird. she’s often found talking to herself, a habit that she still holds. often in concentration or watching a film, or even reading a book, you could hear her mumble something under her breath.

with her parents always at work, mary found herself with other families & children while they were gone. it was a fairly small neighborhood so everyone knew just about everyone. her family was well-known & loved.

mary always played with the other children, didn’t have trouble making knew friends & always made sure that everyone was included.

it was when she was ten that her modest, simple & easy lifestyle had changed.

her father was offered a position that wouldn’t make their family worry about money as much as they did now & he took it.

within the first half year, their lifestyle changed drastically.

mary ended up getting a nanny, there were no more shorts, pants or shirts there were a little too big, but dresses that fit a little too tight, pearls & flats.

just to offer an example her family pretty much went from the weasleys to the malfoys.

her parents began going to fancy parties to uphold their newly found image & leaving mary behind. they’ve given her the life they wanted but had lost touch of their modesty, & their roots of hard working class people.

mary hated it & had resented her parents for dressing her up like a doll & taking her along to the boring parties where the adults would talk about the weather, work & nothing else. maybe a compliment or observant comment about the chandelier that hung from the ceiling at wherever building the party was held in.

when mary had gotten her letter to hogwarts, her family thought that it was a prank.

they gave credit to those who came up with it & mary had half believed it as well, knowing that magic just couldn’t be real. they even laughed as the letters continued to come & eventually got annoyed when they would come home to about fifteen letters a day. they eventually got the police involved to try & track where the letters were coming from — the owls. whom they’ve attempted to follow, but would lose in the middle of the chase.

it wasn’t until albus dumbledore himself had gone to mary’s house that he talked to his parents, apologising for the overbearing amount of letters they had received, but with the school year drawing closer they needed a response.

her parents were furious ( they had a dursley-esque response to this whole thing. ) & had demanded albus dumbledore to leave.

however, in the end mary was allowed to go to hogwarts school of witchcraft & wizardry even though her parents did not approve. 

they didn’t disown her, but they have made it a point to not have time for her. 

so when she came back from her first year of hogwarts during the holidays, there was nothing for her under the tree, no conversation about what she’s learned, how she’s been — nothing.

so because of that mary had decided to come and stay at hogwarts all year round.

throughout her years at hogwarts, she became a target for not only the purebloods, but even the halfbloods that believed mudbloods didn’t deserve a place in the wizarding or worse, to live.

and it wasn’t because she was a mudblood, oh no. it was because she never backed down. no matter  how many hexes you throw at her, she’ll never give in. she will never give anyone the satisfaction of her seeing her beat down.

it doesn’t mean she didn’t feel it though. the abuse beat her down hard, their words cut deeper than any knife, but she never wanted anyone to see her cry. partly because she was always known as this enigma off good & bravery, she didn’t want to seem weak.

she had the mindset that if you cried, you were weak. especially after it happened for the first time during her first year when mulciber had started to harass her where she cried & he began to kick her down even harder.

however, it was also during that time she met the marauders as well as lily & everyone else where she aspired to be brave & fearless just like them.

so she grew tougher, grew another layer of skin.

she’s no longer the sunshine she was, but rather a strong blazing fire.

the attack with mulciber took place their fourth year.

she was crippled with fear & anxiety, cutting most people off.

when word got out about the attack, many thought she was making it up while others believed she also deserved it if it was true.

she was hardly at hogwarts her fourth year. with the permission of albus dumbledore, she was allowed to go back home, taking stats of homework with her.

but her parents weren’t around & her nanny was still there. she could care less though, she just wanted to be isolated.

like if u tried sending her owls she’ll just ignore you tbh,

but fifth year, she’s still broken & weary of slytherins.

sixth year, she learned to forgive, but not forget.

seventh year, she’s back STRONGER than ever. 

M I S C ;

she won’t hesitate to hex of jink you if you mess with her or her friends.

honestly she’s in detention more often than not bcus she jinxes ppl & her excuse is ALWAYS that she was practicing a spell & it just happened to come out wrong & hit the person in the face. LMAO

she’s fucking good at dueling though, hence why she’s in the dueling club.

loves qudditch. compares it to basketball, but there’s flying & three hoops involved.

she’s a fucking BEAST in the pitch & hella competitive. honestly, fuck with her in the pitch & ur dead.

she’s very muscially talented. she can sing & play the guitar.

she’s shy performing solo & would often look at her feet if she had to for frog choir.

if she ever feels musically inspired, she’ll take her guitar and go into the room of requirement.

she has insomnia & anxiety. diagnosed when she went back home after the attack.

mary has a bad habit of being around people who’ve done her dirty. 

she always gives second chances & that’s like her biggest weakness.

aLRIGHT. IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR YOU DESERVE A COOKIE. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEARING WITH ME & MY CHILD. HIT ME UP WITH ALL THE PLOTS !!

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hogwarts au rundown.

name: Pearl Madlabayan (birth name, Tagalog for “common people”; adopted family surname is Diamant) house: slytherin wand: aspen and unicorn hair, 10 1/4 inches, brittle patronus: lark

wand analysis.

aspen.

Wand-quality aspen wood is white and fine-grained, and highly prized by all wand-makers for its stylish resemblance to ivory and its usually outstanding charmwork. The proper owner of the aspen wand is often an accomplished duellist, or destined to be so, for the aspen wand is one of those particularly suited to martial magic. An infamous and secretive eighteenth-century duelling club, which called itself The Silver Spears, was reputed to admit only those who owned aspen wands. In my experience, aspen wand owners are generally strong-minded and determined, more likely than most to be attracted by quests and new orders; this is a wand for revolutionaries.

unicorn hair.

Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard.

Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may 'die' and need replacing.

i chose this wand for pearl partly because of the Aesthetic™ of having a white wand, which is reminiscent of her spear (esp if i hc that there’s a subtle spiral pattern in the woodgrain), but also because the aspen hints at her eventual mastery of dueling, and for the part about being drawn to quests and new orders. a wand for revolutionaries indeed.

unicorn hair is not the most powerful wand, which fits because pearl is not the most powerful witch in terms of magical ability, but it is steady and faithful, also fitting because pearl, too, is prone to fits of melancholy if mishandled.

house analysis.

here’s where it gets interesting. pearl is difficult to sort - she has attributes from all houses, really. like gryffindor, she values bravery and chivalry and believes you should fight for what’s right. like hufflepuff, she’s loyal and nurturing. like ravenclaw, she values intelligence and thoughtfulness and has a thirst for learning. like slytherin, she’s ambitious, determined, and cunning.

slytherin may not seem like the obvious choice for her, as someone who upholds both the ideal of a chivalrous knight and a learned scholar. but here’s the thing: if pearl had been raised in a healthy, encouraging environment - if her love of learning had been allowed to blossom, if she had been given validation and room for emotional growth - she would have been in ravenclaw, no doubt. 

but both in canon and in this au, she was neglected, mistreated, and dismissed for most of her life. she is genuinely inquisitive and thirsty for knowledge, and she does love learning for its own sake, but she’s also learned that she can use knowledge to get ahead, to be recognized, and so that’s a large part of her motivation to learn: a thirst to prove yourself, as the sorting hat once said. slytherin trait.

she is logical and loyal and tries to be fair, but she also has a deceitful streak. though she never means to cause harm, often the only way she can think of to get what she wants is to manipulate others into it (i.e. the sardonyx incident in canon), because she’s too scared of conflict to talk about things openly and too convinced that she won’t be given validation otherwise. so her first instinct (which she does learn to battle) is deceit. slytherin trait.

she’s cunning and pragmatic; she doesn’t like conflict, but she’s also willing to hurt or kill someone if it ensures the safety of her own group. slytherin trait. 

also, loyalty is a hufflepuff trait, true, but slytherins are also loyal, they just aren’t as impartial about it. pearl will choose a small group to be intensely loyal towards, and dismiss those who aren’t a part of that group. slytherin trait

additionally, pearl has crippling self-esteem issues, which leads her to harbor a desperate need to feel superior to others. we see this in canon in the way she treats greg and other humans; after feeling inferior for so long, she clings to any sense of superiority she can find and lords it over those who are “below” her, which can give her a condescending air. slytherin trait.

it’s important to note, of course, that none of this makes her an inherently bad person!! slytherins aren’t inherently bad people. pearl isn’t always kind of patient or right, but she is ultimately good, and her slytherin traits can contribute to that just as they can detract from it. 

of course, if she were given the choice between ravenclaw and slytherin (if hogwarts sorting worked like ilvermorny, for instance, and you got to choose your preference if picked by two houses), then she’d pick ravenclaw. she does not, at least initially, see herself as a slytherin. she didn’t expect to be sorted there, and she isn’t happy to be there for multiple reasons, which i’ll get into more when we get to backstory. it takes pearl a long time to grow to be proud of being a slytherin, and she’ll always have reservations about it because of its stigma, but while she does eventually take a certain measure of (defiant) pride in her house, she’ll always wonder who she might have been, if she might have been better, if she’d gone to ravenclaw.

history.

pearl was born to a squib and a muggle. her mother came from a prominent pureblood family, the diamants, and was disowned from them when it became clear she possessed no magical ability. when pearl’s parents died - only five years after her birth - it was therefore in the diamants’ reluctant care that pearl was placed.

she was not treated well there. technically she was mrs. diamant’s granddaughter, and a half-blood, but to them she was little more than a mudblood, and she was treated more like a house-elf than a child. she was mistreated and neglected, ignored in favor of the diamant children. though clever and inquisitive, she was given few lessons, and most of her knowledge came from sneaking into the family library at night to read by candlelight. 

she showed signs of magic late for a magical child - not until eight years old, when most experts put the cut-off age at seven - and her magic was weak and sporadic. but magic it was, and she received her hogwarts letter when she turned eleven, just as the diamant children had. this was a terrible relief to her; she dreamed of the day when she could attend hogwarts, away from the diamants, where she could learn magic and be just like any other child.

but when pearl, scrawny and timid beside the other first-years who laughed and talked together, sat under the sorting hat, it put her in slytherin. there must be some mistake, pearl thought. slytherin was where the diamants were, slytherin was for the kind of children who kicked her around and called her mudblood. she had wanted ravenclaw. she had expected ravenclaw. that was where she would have been free.

but the sorting hat said slytherin, so she was given a tie of green and silver and sat at the slytherin table amongst children she knew, children she had met at the diamants’ banquets, children who already knew her as the little mudblood, or even worse, as the house-elf. during her first dinner, one of the older students who knew her foster sister suggested that she go down to the kitchens and bunk with the other elves.

pearl’s first months at hogwarts were not happy ones. she was not popular in slytherin, but nor did anyone else want to be friends with her, because she was a slytherin and slytherin was the evil house, wasn’t that how it went? and to make matters worse, pearl struggled in her classes. she understood the theory fine, could memorize any term or definition she needed, could write twice the required length for essays - but in class, her spellwork suffered. everyone else could make their feathers float. why couldn’t she? everyone else could turn their matches into needles. the only class she excelled at was potions - there was no wandwork there, you only had to follow directions, and she could do that.

so she spent those first months alone and despondent, keeping away from other students when she could, throwing herself into her studies in the vain hope that it would make her less weak. because that was the only possible explanation, as the other slytherins were quick to point out to her - her parents didn’t have magic, she was a mudblood, she wasn’t as powerful as they were and she never would be.

she couldn’t accept that. she wouldn’t. if she had to work twice as hard as everyone else to pass, then she would. she spent her time studying, practicing by herself, determined, stubborn, but lonely.

and then she met rose. rose was a hufflepuff, a year or two above pearl. rose came upon a group of slytherins ganging up on them, and made them leave, and then conjured a bunch of flowers from her wand to cheer pearl up. rose was kind and encouraging and didn’t seem to care that pearl was a slytherin and a mudblood and a bad witch. she offered to help pearl practice.

and from then on pearl wasn’t alone. rose showed her how to perform some of the spells that pearl couldn’t seem to grasp. rose invited her to eat breakfast with her in the mornings, even when other hufflepuffs shot pearl nervous looks when they saw the green trim on her robes. rose was the first friend pearl had ever had.

and through rose, pearl made other friends. garnet was a solemn gryffindor, quiet but kind. (and exceptionally good at divination; pearl was awed by her predictions.) amethyst didn’t come until a year later, and she was not a solemn gryffindor, she was a rowdy gryffindor and a metamorphmagus to boot, and sometimes she made her nose long and pointy like pearl’s and laughed, but she was earnest and friendly and rough. the four of them became close-knit - even when pearl felt like the odd one out, the skinny slytherin among two gryffindors and a hufflepuff, even when she wondered if they were only friends with her out of pity, even when she felt herself growing desperate to please them, to keep up with them, so they wouldn’t leave her behind - it didn’t matter, in the end, because she had friends and she wasn’t alone.

gradually she grasped her schoolwork. she would never be very good at transfiguration, and she still had to spend hours practicing before she could master any of her spells, but her grades rose, in charms and defense against the dark arts especially. and in potions, of course, she continued to excel. she clawed her way, not quite to the top of the class, but very nearly so. she was still scorned and teased by many of her schoolmates, but she forced herself to turn the other shoulder - it only motivated her to work harder.

after graduation, they were swept into a war.

the dark lord was ever rising in power, and a group grew up to resist him: the order of the phoenix. rose wanted to join the rebellion, and pearl, of course, stood by her side. they ended up right in the thick of it, and pearl, the witch who had once struggled with the most basic spells, found herself dueling for her life on a regular basis - and, to everyone’s surprise, winning.

not without cost to her. the fighting exhausted her - she was never the most powerful witch, and no amount of training and mastery of spellwork would increase the mana she had to work with. she would fight to the point of exhausting her magic, and what’s more, she often threw herself in front of her allies, taking hits she needn’t have taken to save them (particularly rose), which often sent her to st. mungo’s for healing. as skilled a duelist as she became, she was lucky to make it through the war.

and while the war was going on, there was another disaster to contend with.

rose had fallen in love with a muggle.

rose, who pearl had loved for years, had become totally charmed by this greg - who, of course, knew nothing of the war, nothing of the battles rose had fought. pearl told her it was a bad idea to get involved - told her that she’d only be bringing some poor muggle into a world rife with chaos - but it was no good. they were married, and pearl had to hide her own heartbreak.

they had a child. his name was steven, and even pearl couldn’t help being taken with him. but that point of light did nothing to block out the awful truth: they were losing the war, and it seemed increasingly unlikely that steven would grow up with any sort of happiness.

and then the worst happened. rose was targeted by the death eaters. they came to their home. she was able to hold them off long enough for greg to call for help and get steven away, but by the time pearl, garnet, and amethyst arrived, it was too late. rose had been killed in her attempts to keep the death eaters away from her family.

the war ended soon after that. the dark lord was vanquished, and the wizarding world breathed again. but rose was still dead, and pearl had never, in all of her difficult life, endured grief so acute.

in the end greg raised steven in a house by the beach, with pearl, garnet, and amethyst often coming by to spend time with him. pearl took up teaching study of ancient runes at hogwarts, and headed the dueling club as well (which totally existed before lockhart started it shhh). her focus was on managing her job and keeping an eye on steven - but when the dark lord returned, she, along with garnet and amethyst, rejoined the order of the phoenix to fight the new enemy.

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❝ Brought a knife to hell and saw / What was left down there and more / Hide-and-seek’d for far too long / Kept my treasures with my bones / Lived for lies, lived for tales / Lived for good and hit the rails. ❞ PARK SOOYOUNG? No, that’s actually ALICE LONGBOTTOM. A SIXTH YEAR student, this SLYTHERIN student is sided with THE DOUBLE AGENTS (DUMBLEDORE’S ARMY). SHE identifies as a CISWOMAN and is a HALF-BLOOD who is known to be SECRETIVE, ARROGANT, and MANIPULATIVE but also CLEVER, OPEN-MINDED, and EFFICIENT. { SAM, 23, EST, THEY/THEM }

STATS

GENERAL

Full Name: Alice Longbottom.  Nickname(s): None. Seriously, she believes her name is short enough as it is. Age: Sixteen. Gender & Pronouns: Ciswoman & She/her. Place of birth: TBD. Birthday: TBD. Currently living: TBD. Species: Human. Ethnicity: South Korean. Occupation: Hogwarts student. Orientation: Bisexual. Social status: Middle class. Relationship status: Single.

APPEARANCE

Body Build: Ectomorph. Height: 5'6". Hairstyle: Long and slightly wavy.  Hair Colour: Brown. Eye Colour: Brown. Distinguishing Features: None. Preferred Clothing: Always fashionable. Follows both wizarding and muggle trends. Wears a lot of skirts and dresses.  Accessories: A dainty gold necklace with a small pearl, always. Also, a small powder blue and gold-plated watch on her left wrist.

EDUCATION

School: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. House: Slytherin. Best Core Class: Astronomy. Worst Core Class: Potions. Electives: Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, and Divination. Prefect: Yes, since fifth year. Quidditch: Seeker for the Slytherin team. EXTRA-CURRICULAR(S): Astronomy Club.  O.W.L. Grades: Ancient Runes (O), Arithmancy (O), Astronomy (O), Charms (O), Defense Against the Dark Arts (O), Divination (E), Herbology (E), History of magic (E), Potions (A) Transfiguration (O). N.E.W.T. Grades: To be determined.

MAGIC

Wand: Acacia wood with a dragon heartstring core, 11 3/4" and hard flexibility. Pets: Has a barn owl called Albertine.  Boggart: Her family’s dead bodies. Animagus/Patronus: Non-Applicable/Hippogriff.   Amortentia: The scent of the body lotion she uses, rose jam & honey.

PERSONALITY

49 Archetypes: The Maestro (Ambitious, Focused, Confident). Alignment: Lawful Neutral.  Enneagram: Type 4, The Individualist.  MBTI: ISTJ, The Logistician. Soul Type: Thinker. Zodiac: Aries Sun, Scorpio Moon & Leo Rising. 

QUICK FACTS

neville and hannah’s daughter, ever’s twin, and violet’s younger sister. WOULD kill and/or die for her family.

has few friends, but the ones she has? she cares about so damn much and would do anything for them. also would highkey do anything for the people her sisters care about because she wouldn’t want them to be hurt because that would hurt her sisters and that’s just not okay.

is, um, kind of full of herself? thinks that she’ll never get caught as a double agent because she believes that she’s the best and just....... child........ chill, get your head out of your ass, and be careful.

is lowkey cold and intimidating, but is still super open-minded? like, she doesn’t judge others easily. she just thinks highly of herself, but that doesn’t necessarily means that she thinks badly of others.

so yes, is a double agent who’s true side is the da, because she does believe in their cause. she does strongly disagree with the death eaters, but since she’s always kept her mouth shut about her beliefs and is slytherin af, it made sense to others when she joined the death eaters. she ofc approached the da first, letting them know she could have an in to the de, which is how that all started! wants to fight for what is right, and truly believes she can make a change, which comes from the thinking highly of herself bit i already mentioned.

loves fashion???? is 100% here for short skirts and dresses and will fight you if you call them inappropriate because “fashion is art, you piece of scum”

uhhhhhhhhhhhh is actually kind of senstive but hides it VERY well behind a bitchy façade

i’ll write her bio asap, which you’ll be able to find on her about page!

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