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a-simple-imagine · 4 years ago

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Run Away With Me

Synopsis: Every moment shared with Charlie Weasley is an adventure all it’s own. How you wish to spend every moment together and all it takes is to run away.

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x fem!reader

Words: 6.3k+

A/N - Every year I post a story on my birthday and today’s the day I turn a year older. Usually these stories are pretty sad but this year I wrote something a little softer so here is my birthday present for you guys, I hope you enjoy it.

1. A Stolen Kiss

A bright-eyed and clueless young student, excited to be attending a school of magic. Nobody else in your family had magic so it was a big surprise when you received a letter alongside a weird lady who looked like she just stepped out of the early 1920s. Sat between your parents, the older woman explained the entire situation much to your excitement and your parents' confusion.

Diagon alley had been your first experience of all things magical; it had been like stepping into another world instead of just any old street in London. There were book shops lined with all kinds of books, some were bigger than your head while others were tiny. A shop that sold weird and kinda gross jars full of who knows what. There was a place that only sold brooms but according to the list you had read like a hundred times, first years weren't allowed their own brooms. You spent what felt like a lifetime at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions getting fitted for robes. Your parents were utterly fascinated by all the different styles and kept asking questions that made the experience so much longer than it really needed to be. You'd never had a pet before, but after a lot of begging they let you pick out a cat; he was a small Persian cat. Not quite a kitten but not quite fully grown. Checking off each item as you went along, you were exhausted by the end of it. There was even enough time for a trip to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour where you had enjoyed a cone of strawberries and cream with sprinkles on top. All that was left on your list was a wand. Peeling gold letters rested over the door of a shop that read: Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. Stepping inside it was a tiny little store with no costumers. Thousands of narrow boxes lined the walls all the way up to the ceiling. It didn't take long for the weird old man to give you a wand that felt warm in your hand. Unlike the other disasters that came at the result of you waving various wands, a stream of red and gold sparks shoot out the end of this one like a mini firework. The wand chooses the wizard whatever the hell that meant. All ready and packed for Hogwarts, you were really giddy to go. Your mother cried as she waved you off to boarding school but you couldn't sit still. The train ride took hours and it was a little lonely considering you didn't know anyone but as soon as you entered the castle you knew it was exactly where you were meant to be. The building was massive and practically oozed magic and mystery through each brick. The pictures, much to your surprise, were moving on their own. Hogwarts had four houses and each student had to sit on a tall stool, put on a funny talking hat which would decide ultimately where they belong.

The very first friend you made was Nymphadora Tonks but only because she was in all of your classes and by some twist of fate you always ended up seated together. She was a sweet girl with pink hair and a talent for mischief. There was never a dull moment with you two. Then there was Charlie Weasley. Ever since that brisk day in October when he had ridden in clumsily on his white horse to save the day, the two of you had been the best of friends. You were still getting used to all your different classes. Potions class, however, was proving the most difficult. Too many ingredients and types to get used to. Not to mention Snape was just... mean. The task had been to prepare a simple Wiggenweld Potion; a powerful healing potion that can be used to heal injuries, or reverse the effects of a Sleeping Draught. The book was open on the desk as you carefully followed the instructions until.... poof. All the confidence you'd gained since arriving disappeared as Snape scolded you in front of everyone for messing up. Charlie had swooped in to take the blame landing himself in late-night detention. On the other hand, you got to leave with your tail between your legs and a few house points shaved off the total. And yet even his small act of kindness wasn't enough to capture your affection at least not at first. For the little version of yourself was infatuated with another Weasley. An older Weasley.

The nerves of a handful of students could be felt by anyone sat in the great hall for breakfast. Tonks is sat beside you running butter over a piece of toast. Stifling a yawn, Charlie takes a seat across from the two of you sporting a jumper of Gryffindor red and gold.

"Good morning," You flash your cheeriest, half-asleep smile bringing your spoon of Cheeri Owls to your lips. "Nervous?"

"A little," He was looking especially pale today suggesting he was more than just a little.

"You should be," Tonks perks up. "It's only the last game of the season and all hope rides on the seeker,"

"No pressure then," Charlie huffs out a dull laugh. The boy excelled in his position as the Gryffindor seeker but there was no way to determine how he'd play today when he was carrying the hopes and dreams of his teammates and entire house.

"You should eat something," You suggest, pushing a bowl of assorted fruit forward. There was little you could to make him feel better except take his spot but that wasn't allowed. You also probably wouldn't be that good. "Might make you feel better?"

"I'm too nervous to eat," He insisted but he still took an apple; rolling the red fruit between his palms.

"Win or lose you're still number one in our heart, right Tonks?" Elbowing her gently, you shovel another spoonful of 'O' shapes into your mouth.

"Sure," she shrugs. "If you want we can jinx the other team's seeker? I've been practising."

"Or... how much time do we have? I can get one of the older students to brew some Felix Felicis." You play along. "Nothing like a little liquid luck to win a game."

"You both know that's not allowed," Charlie took a large bite of his apple.

"When has Tonks ever cared about rules," Sometimes you wish she did care, you probably wouldn't have ended up in detention so many times alongside her.

"Thanks but no," he took another bite. "We have to win fair and square."

The conversation drifted from nerves to lost spells and planned practical jokes. Charlie seemed to relax a little the more he spoke. Maybe all he needed was a distraction to cheer him up.

"We need to take a trip to Hogsmeade" Tonk announces. "I'm out of dungbombs."

"Urgh- you and that silly joke shop." You can't help but roll your eyes but it was all good-natured. Despite hardly ever buying anything yourself, you spent an awful lot of time at Zonko's infamous little joke shop. "I could do with a trip outside the castle though. You should come too Charlie and maybe... you could ask Bill if he wants to come?"

"You're still gushing over Bill," Now it was Tonks turn to elbow you playfully, her lips curling up into a tantalising smirk.

"I do not gush over him," you state firmly, brows knitting together in a frown. You didn't appreciate being made fun. Bill was older, wiser and always made time to show you kindness. He made your little heart flutter whenever you saw him and Tonks took every opportunity to tease you about it. "I just thought It'd be nice is all. Wouldn't you agree, Charlie?"

"If you want him to come, ask him yourself." He responds, taking a large gulp of his juice.

"She won't because she has a crush."

"I don't have a crush Nymphadora- stop it," It was infinitely more embarrassing talking about this with Charlie sat at the table. "Don't ask him then, I don't care."

"Yes you do," Placing her arm around your shoulder, she pulls you into her side. "Because you're in love-"

"I am not!" You snap, pushing out of her grip.

"I'll see you guys later." The two of you share a look as Charlie disappears without another word. It was probably just pregame nerves.

"You know what? I think I'll get some frogspawn soap too and put it in the prefects' bathroom." Typical Tonks.

You'd come to learn through your time at Hogwarts that Quidditch was the most popular sport among wizards. And each house had their own team who compete for a trophy and bragging rights. Today was the final game thankfully. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Apparently, it came down to these two a lot. As the Gryffindor team filter out of the changing rooms, you slip inside to find Charlie sitting on a little bench.

"Guess who?" You sing-song, slapping your hands over his eyes but only briefly. He turns to look at you with an almost sour expression.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to support you," you reply soft, offering a smile he couldn't even see as he turned away.

"You're not supposed to be in here," Had you done something to upset him? Surely not. This was the first time you were seeing him since breakfast so there hadn't been a moment for you to mess things up and yet, his voice held an icy chill.

"Guess Tonks is rubbing off on me?" You jest, looking around the room. It was empty apart from you two. Bags and clothes scattered across benches or half shoved into lockers. A chalkboard stood in the corner with drawings you couldn't understand. "I just wanted to see how you were doing before the big game, is all. We were worried about you."

"You were worried about me," He repeats slowly, looking up at you. "I thought you hated quidditch."

"I still do," Your shoulders rise in a little shrug. "It's silly. Doesn't matter how hard the team works or how many goals it's pretty much all decided by how good the seeker is so why even have goals?"

"Score enough goals before the snitch is caught and anyone could win," He perks up. "You just don't understand how good and exciting it is."

Your lips curl up in appreciation for Charlie Weasley and his love for quidditch. It didn't possess the sparkle that came along when he talks about dragons but it was still nice to see him liven up. "Then go out there and show me how exciting it is,"

You stand under the spotlight of his gaze as he seemingly takes in your choice of attire; wearing the Gryffindor colours with pride to show your support. You even let Tonks paint your face after she promised not to draw genitalia. "Do you really think we're gonna win? What if I mess up and everyone hates me?"

"Then you mess up and everyone hates you," You shrug a little. "But that's not gonna happen and you know why?" His head shakes slowly. "It's because you're the best seeker at this school Charles Weasley." You place your hands on either side of his shoulders. "And I believe in you."

"How does that help me?" With your index finger under his chin, you force him to meet your eyes.

"Because I'm never wrong."

"That doesn't sound right." He tries to look away but you stop him.

"But it is," You offer a reassuring smile; one full of determination. "You've got this Charlie. So come on before you miss the game entirely."

The cheers outside were seemingly growing louder by the second. With a deep breath, Charlie stands up, grabbing his broom. "You're staying to watch, right?"

"Of course. Tonks is up in the stands too." Taking his hand, you lead the way out of the tent. "Consider us your good luck charms." Charlie brings the both of you to an abrupt stop before you even reach the opening of the tent, pulling you back to him. "What's up?"

The peppering of freckles that covered Charlie's face was even more vibrant against the rose pink blush. You squeeze his hand a little hoping it makes him feel better. And then it happens. The crowd grows silent in your ear but only for a moment as Charlie's surprisingly soft lips crash clumsily against yours. "For good luck," his whispers; his hand slipping from yours as he leaves you dumbfounded.

"He okay?" Tonks asks as you return from your trip.

"Yeah... still nervous," You reply, sitting down beside her. "It's his first big game after all."

"Are you okay?" The crowd erupts into cheers as the Gryffindor team flys in first. You're almost too embarrassed to look for Charlie; worried about what you might find so you keep your head down. "You look like you've just seen a troll or something?"

"Mhmm," you hum, forcing yourself to watch the Slytherin team as they enter. Why had Charlie kissed you? Did it mean he liked you or was he just messing around? Your head swirled with possibilities.

"You want a sweet?" Your friend offers as the game finally starts. It takes you a second to register but you smile, reaching into the little bag she was holding only to come to a stop.

"They're not gonna burn my tongue off or something are they?"

"No," Her chuckle sounded a little too innocent but you trust her for some reason. Taking a piece of confectionery out of the paper bag.

"Charlie... kissed me." You announce, throwing the sweet into you mouth; face scrunching up when they turn out to be sour. Ten points to Slytherin as they take the lead.

"He what?"

"He... kissed me."

2. Together

Who was Bill Weasley but a distant playground crush after that day. And your time of classrooms and magic lessons came swiftly to an end; how bittersweet it felt to leave a place you loved dearly. A once naive little girl stepping into the unknown now called the Wizarding World Home. Now you would go on to be a healer which was simply a magical doctor although your parents strongly disagreed with the comparison. However proud they were of you there would always be some part of them that wished you had chosen to become a lawyer or 'real' doctor.

Bathed in the warm embrace of the setting sun, you ponder the tranquility in a bed of green grass. The youngest Weasley lay beside you, struggling to keep still as often children do. She was similar to her brother in that way who now paced back and forth a mere few steps away. The invitation had been for dinner but you arrived a little early. The burrow was always such a welcoming place like stepping into a home you used to live in many moons ago; it was cosy and warm and there was no doubt that many lived there. You found your house to be almost the opposite, it always looked like nobody lived there. Immaculate. Polished. Cold.

"Will you stop pacing, you're making me nervous." You call out to your boyfriend, opening your eyes only to squint at the bright light. "What's wrong with you?"

Charlie comes to a stop as you sit up; Ginny mimics you in sitting up but the boy's eyes stay on you. The longer he stared, the more the pit in your stomach grew; what exactly hid behind his blank expression. He normally possessed such a playful warmth but it seemed to have vanished as of late. Plucking a stray purple flower, you enclose it in the palm of your hands. "You know I love dragons right?"

"Of course," Since meeting him, he had probably managed to slip dragons into every conversation you had ever had. It was at a point where you knew far more about dragons than you ever really cared to know. Many found his obsession annoying because that's what he so obviously was, obsessed but you found it enticing. Charming, even. Opening up your hand, a small butterfly with deep plum-purple wings flutters into the air and onto a giggly Ginny's nose. The innocent glee of a child; how those days were gone for you. "What's that got to do with anything?"

"Promise you won't be mad?" It would be foolish to make such a promise when there was no way to guarantee your reaction. Whatever it was must be bad, if he was this worried. Your shoulders rise a little then fall.

"I make no such promises- just tell me."

Charlie took a breath that travelled on the wind to your ears before he blurted out. "I'm moving to Romania."

"Okay," Is your first reaction while your brain tries to make sense of something it didn't want to hear. "Wait- what?"

"Charlie is moving away to work with big scary dragons," Ginny announces playfully, baring her little hands like claws.

The once small pit grew into a mighty black hole of uncertainty and sadness that threatened to swallow you whole. There had been conversations shared between friends of Charlie wanting to move away to a foreign land, just to finally see a dragon but you had never taken it at face value. Always so convinced it was but a dream rather like those of when you were little and you wished to be a vampire. Technically back then you didn't know they actually existed but still, even now it was never going to come true. Eyes cast upon the second eldest Weasley, he kicks up the grass with his hands buried in the pockets of his pants. "It's the nearest Dragon reserve."

That was something you already knew but it didn't make the decision, at least in your eyes, any less confusing. Instead, it prompted water to well up in your eyes for this was something that affected not only him and his family but your life too. "I... I don't know what to say,"

"Hey Ginny, can you go check if dinner's ready yet?"

"No- why can't you do it?" The bark behind her words was very in character for the fiesty young Weasley. Blinking away the tears, you plaster on the best smile you can muster.

"If you go check on dinner I promise we can play a game later, okay? Exploding snap maybe?"

"Really?" She eyes you suspicious probably because it was a promise you had broken before. Not always for the right reasons but this time it was genuine. Charlie clearly wanted this to be a private conversation or perhaps he was just saving you for the inevitable moment where she asks why you're crying. Ginny scrambles to feet when you nod and skips off towards the gravity-defying house. It still amazed you that the building hadn't fallen yet. Rising to your feet you brush yourself off.

"You know I want nothing more than to work with Dragons and this is the only way I can do that," There was no mistaking the serious tone that came along with his words. It didn't matter what you said there was no changing his mind but you wouldn't do that anyway. It seemed cruel to even try to get him to give up on something so precious and you would never want to do that to him. "I have an opportunity to do something I love and I won't waste it to get some boring job at the ministry."

"I don't expect you too..." You wanted nothing more than to tell him to stay; beg him even. You were fighting against the selfish little devil that was stabbing you in the heart. It was a dull, deep pain in your chest. You wanted Charlie to follow his dreams, you just never expected them to not include you. "It's just a lot to take in."

"I know," The red-headed boy walks ever so slowly over to you, taking both hands in his. His hands had always felt a little rough ever since Hogwarts. You used to complain back then and insist he needed to moisturise but over time you had grown fond of the familiarity. How you wished this tender moment could last forever because it very well might be your last. You're caught off guard when he yanks you forward. You stumble into his chest where he wraps his arms around you like the big teddy bear he was. You breathe in every inch of him like it was the last time. The intoxicating aroma of an early walk in the woods; that fresh earthy smell that really makes you appreciate where you are. You could almost picture the pine trees.

"I feel like I'm losing you," Your words but a whisper, lost on the breeze.

"You're not," His grip around you tightens and suddenly your in the air, spinning around. "You could never get rid of me that easily.

"Charlie," You fight back a smile as you return to the ground; burying your face in the nook of his neck. "What's gonna happen to us?"

"About that-"

"Because I don't know if I can do the whole long-distance thing? So do we break up?" The tears threaten to fall once again as you pull back to get a good look at him. You never wanted to forget the emerald of his eyes or each and every freckle that called his body home. The unusual scare that adorned his eyebrow that was always amusing to look at. If that was his true purpose to break up with you then there would be no stopping the tears when they finally burst through the damn.

"No, I-"

"Because that's a little mean Charlie, you could have at least waited until after dinner. Should have done it first actua-"

You words become mumbled by the palm of his hand which he's placed over your mouth like a seal of protection. "Shush for a minute."

It's hard to resist so you simply don't; sticking your tongue you deliberately lick the palm of his hand but it seems to not phase him whatsoever.

"I'm not breaking up with you, silly," You meet his gaze. "I was kind of thinking you could come with me?"

Reaching up, you yank his hand away. "To Romania? You've got to be joking."

"Why not?"

Did you even know how to answer that? There were so many reasons why one should not just up and leave to go live in a completely different country with the boy they dated through high school. "I can't just up and leave my family- my mum will be devastated."

"I'll talk to her about it," Charlie hums softly, placing a delicate kiss upon your forehead. "Your mum loves me and she wants you to be happy."

"Dinner's Ready," For such a small girl, Ginny had one big mouth. There was no mistaking her call. However, this whole situation now felt a little... off. Could you even sit through dinner without it all becoming weird?

"We're coming," Charlie yells back; offering up his hand which you reluctantly take and he leads the way back to the house. "You want to be a healer right? You could do that in Romania."

"I guess," You weren't exactly worried about not finding a job.

"You don't have to decide right now," He tells you before you have a chance to speak up again. "Just think about it. I mean the invitation is there and for what it's worth, I'd really like you to come."

3. Creeping doubts

It took a lot of convincing but despite everything you decided to follow Charlie into the Unknown. Your parents weren't thrilled with the decision but they respected it; they were just worried about what would happen if something went wrong. And as their only child, they would obviously miss you. A lot of time was spent at the burrow that summer before moving to Romania; you were beginning to feel like an honorary Weasley only with the experience of having been a muggle for the first eleven years of your life. It was but a three-hour flight to Romania and your mother had sobbed at the airport. It made you think back to your first time stepping onto the Hogwarts express, leaving your parents behind to go to a magical boarding school in Scotland. It was a peculiar thought but a nice one. One you wished to cherish. Now in a foreign land with no support system behind you other than a boy you had been dating for years, you were ready for a new adventure. And there was officially no doubt in your mind that you would do just about anything for Charlie Weasley.

"It's not much," Charlie sets his suitcase down on the table. "Best I could do, for now, I'm afraid."

"It's fine," It was an old apartment in a building full of what you assumed were muggles. There was a small living room area with an ugly pea-coloured couch nestled against one wall. Beside it was a small coffee table and on the other side of the room was a TV, you weren't convinced actually worked. Then there was the kitchen which was attached to the living room. It had a fridge, a cooker and some cupboards. The only other room was a bedroom that literally only housed a bed in at the moment, then there was a door that leads on to the bathroom. It definitely wasn't much but a crappy apartment was just part of the experience, right? At least that's what you were telling yourself. "it'll feel like home soon enough," You had everything you needed to make this place feel like home right in your suitcase; oh the joys of magic. Patting yourself down, you search for the key to easy unpacking. "Uh... have you seen my wand?"

His head shakes and wears an amused grin. "You remembered to bring it right?"

"Yes," you huff. "I was gonna unpack," Falling back against the wall, you slide down onto the floor which you imagine hasn't been cleaned in a while considering the dust. "It's gonna take so long without my wand- which may actually be in the suitcase now that I think about it."

"Did you forget I'm a wizard too?"

"You do it then," You drop your head back against the wall. "I'm starving."

"actually have you seen my wand?"

You giggle to yourself "You're an idiot,"

"Hey- you lost your wand too." His shadow lingers over you as he comes to join you against the wall. Taking up a seat beside you, your head falls to rest against his shoulder.

"Can we get pizza? I saw some of those leaflets when we came in so we could order some?"

"Whatever you want, my love."

As time ticks on the pizza box is left discarded in the kitchen as the two of you retire for the night. Who knew not actually unpacking but simply thinking about it while eating pizza on the dirty ground could be so much work. You struggle to hold back a yawn as you snuggle up to him trying to absorb as much of his body heat as you can. All that lay across the two of you were a blanket and this building was next exactly the warmest. "Do you think we'll be okay? "You ponder aloud; it was a question that had been on your mind since agreeing to follow him to Romania. For not many people stay together with their high school loves. What if things fall apart now that you're in the 'real' world? What if this was all just a huge mistake?

"What do you mean?" Always such a simple boy; you wonder how he deals with his anxieties. Did he actually not know what you meant or was he merely putting on a brave face? A once proud Gryffindor suggested that he always looked to be brave above anything else.

"Do you think we'll be okay?" You repeat as if that somehow answers his question but it must have done something because even in the darkness you can just tell he's smiling.

"You worry way too much." Charlie laughs.

"You don't worry enough,"

He lays a kiss upon the top of your head, his hand moving up and down your arm. "It used to be the other way around."

"I was young and reckless back then. "How you missed the days where you ran around the halls of Hogwarts with reckless abandon. Well, not entirely reckless that was more Tonks but things had definitely felt simpler back then.

"You're still young and reckless now, I just have to hear you stress about it afterwards." Charlie taunts, pinching your arm. You recoil at the sharp pain.

"Shush."

"Being in Romania doesn't change anything," He expresses; his voice sounding louder in the quiet darkness. "I loved you back home and I still love you now. I'm really glad you decided to come with me."

Hoping to distract yourself from every worrying thought that clouded your brain you decide it's time to change the subject. "Are you nervous about tomorrow?"

"Getting to work with Dragons all day every day? that's like dream come true."

"A dangerous one," Dragons were perhaps the most vicious creatures around other than humans. As captivating as they were and as much as charlie adored them, you couldn't help but worry about his safety. It seemed no matter the topic this evening you'd find a way to stress yourself out.

"I'll be fine, I'll have you there to patch me up," That he will for you had taken on the role as a healer willing to help out with all the injuries that inevitably come from dealing with dragons. You wouldn't admit it but you weren't quite convinced you were up to the task; you had never actually dealt with dragon-related injuries so this was like diving headfirst into the ocean when you only just learned how to swim in a training pool. "and if not- well, we had a good run."

"Don't joke about that," Nuzzling against his chest, you finally let your eyes close. Today was the start of forever with the one and only Charles Weasley and here he was joking about his ultimate demise.

4. The perfect day

It's peculiar how life can just fall into place. Your odd little world of dragons and leaky apartment buildings just became the norm. You had come to love your work at the reserve, Dragons were actually incredibly cool up close. Not to mention getting to see Charlie work with them after years of never shutting up about them was truly a sight to behold. Every day, it was like taking an excited little boy to his first day of school. His eyes simply lit up whenever he was at work although it was hard explaining his injuries to the neighbours when they were being nosey. You also had to be careful when using magic since you were basically living with muggles and it would be a headache if they ever found out.

With your site blocked by a thin piece of fabric, Charlie guides you carefully forward with his hands skillfully placed upon your arms to steer. This was the first day off the two of you have shared in a long time. Little information was given about your destination other than it being a surprise. With Charlie that could mean just about anything which wasn't always a good thing but you trusted him enough to believe he wasn't leading you into a dragon's den or something. A gentle breeze nipped at the skin of your neck and the ground felt soft under your feet. The gentle singing of a symphony of birds filled the air and the sun beamed down with remarkable easy. All this suggested you were somewhere withdrawn in nature. Charlie had always been one for the great outdoors. There were countless times you had found him sneaking in or out of the forbidden forest back at school.

"Am I going to like this surprise?" You inquire; your anxiety building with each step. You would much prefer to simply know what was going on rather than experience some dramatic reveal especially today of all days. Every year the boy seems to forget that he agreed not to make a big deal.

"I sure hope so," You practically slam into him as she comes to an unexpected standstill. "Because I don't think I can return it."

"Return what? Oh god- can I take my blindfold off?"

As the flimsy fabric skims the length of your face to settle loosely around your neck, your eyes take a minute to adapt. You don't know quite what you were expecting but this was not it. Before you stands a small cottage surrounded by nothing but a wide-open field full of a rainbow of wildflowers. It was a beautiful little house with as much charm and beauty you'd expect from a place out in what seems like the middle of nowhere. It could be described as the perfect place to settle down.

"Surprise!" He was redder than a cherry tomato when he stepped into view. Both arms in the air as a sign of celebration but you were just rather... confused? Whose house was this and why had he brought you all the way out here?

"I don't get it?"

"We've been here for a while now so I thought we should get our own place or like, a better place. One where we don't have to worry about anyone else." His confidence appeared to develop with each word but his face was still powdered in a deep shade of pink. S this was your house? He'd decided to up and move without even consulting you? "So I got us a little cottage in the middle of nowhere. It kinda reminds me of the burrow only, y'know, smaller."

"It's ours?" His excitement is clear on his face and he quickly takes your hand. Pulling you along with him. "And that's not all."

"There's more?" Surely a whole house was enough. You were quite proud of Charlie for picking such a beautiful little place. Come summertime, you could already see yourself sitting among the flowers painting little pictures. You also wouldn't have to worry about muggles. Coming up on the front door, your boyfriend delivers you a little golden key. And with just a tiny degree of fear about what could be on the other side you unlock it. Much to your astonishment and disappointment, nothing is behind the door except the hallway leading inside. Charlie enters first and even as you follow, you half expect someone to jump out.

"I know I agreed not to make a big deal but how could I not?" He opens a door at the end of the hallway that leads to the kitchen. It's not a massive space but it's assuredly not small either, the whole place was already furnished but you recognise the surprise was truly what sat on the table. It was a two-tier cake covered in blue frosting including the words Happy Birthday scrawled across the top followed by your name.

"You... baked?"

"Mum sent it actually," Charlie chortled lightly as he wanders up behind you. Tossing a package of red with multicoloured polka-dots onto the table. "Sent this along too. Reckon it's a jumper or something."

"That was nice of her," You weren't sure of how to react to it all. Birthdays had never really been your thing but you appreciated that Mrs. Weasley had gone out of her way to make you something special.

"And from me..." He trails off and the sound of tiny tracks echo off the walls attended by an adorable yelp. Up to your feet slides an ash grey puppy who was more legs than anything else. It had bright blue eyes and floppy ears.

"You got me a dog?"

"I got us a dog- thought we needed a pet around here. I debated getting a crup but that'd be a disaster if your parents ever decide to visit." Crups were notorious for their dislike of muggles. You never understood why but he was right in his decision. The gesture was sweet but rather odd all things considered but still you smile. It was hard to be mad at something so cute and you weren't just talking about the dog. The puppy sits at your feet, wagging its little tail a mile a minute. There was no denying how adorable it was and at least it wasn't a dragon. Or a murtlap for that matter, those things were ugly. "You don't seem happy... do you not like him? I can take him back?" Kneeling, your hand drifts over the soft fur of the puppy's head. In response, the dog jumps up in an attempt to lick at your face. Your smile grows as you try to get away. "I think he likes you."

"What's his name?"

"Whatever you want? He's a Great Dane by the way." The puppy had calmed down a little and you stare as you ponder the perfect name for an ash grey Great Dane. "How about... Arlo?"

"Arlo?"

"Mhmm," You hum standing up straight. "And I'm plenty happy if not a little overwhelmed. You know how I feel when it comes to my birthday."

"I do," He nods casually. His palms snake around your waist drawing you flush against him "But I never want you to forget that someone cares about you- that I care about you so bloody much."

"I know you do," You give him a quick peck on the lips. "And I'm thankful for that and for all of this."

"Arlo is the perfect name, Happy Birthday" Your lips connect in a beautifully slow embrace that fills your body with warmth and as he pulls away, his forehead comes to rest against yours. The dog barking as it explores the kitchen. "I'm just so grateful that you decided to run away with me."

#Charlie Weasley x reader #Charlie Weasley #charlie weasley imagine #hogwarts mystery #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction

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writesowhatnext · 4 years ago

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wayward pines // sirius black

Summary: Sirius Black and Ravenclaw!reader have loved each other for years, obvious to everyone apart from them

Request: Hii, if you aren't too swamped, could you please write a sirius black x ravenclaw reader fic based on the song 'you're in love' by Taylor Swift where the reader and sirius have been friends since their first years and have been pining for each other? And could it have some angst with a fluff ending please? Thank you!

A/N: k so I said that Lily and Sirius aren’t really friends but that’s partly for the plot and partly bc timeline but I promise u Lily and Sirius were the best of friends also I enjoyed this

Reader: unspecified

Warnings: swearing

Sirius Black knew every single person that walked the halls of Hogwarts, it was a talent of his. That said, he didn’t have many friends. He had James, of course, and Remus and Peter and on a good day, he would probably call Lily and Marlene his friends, too. He also had you. And whilst he was all clashing teeth and stubble and sharp words and leather jackets and pride, you made him soft; you made him feel more. With you, he was everything he ever wanted to be and, Merlin, did he love you for it. He’d loved you since the day you met, he always thought.

You were both so young back then and it was all so long ago, but he remembered every detail. He was scared shitless, with his relationship with his family already so strained; just a scared kid sitting on his own on a magical train to a magical castle. And then you appeared, excited and curious. And you made it better. He remembered your face when you were sorted; he’d been sure blue suited you. He’d been right. When he was sorted, he had no idea how to feel. He sat next to James that first day, which he was grateful for now, obviously, but at the time it didn’t matter because he didn’t know James. He tried to be happy that he wasn’t like his family but he knew there would be hell to pay eventually. He caught your eye, though, as you shot him a thumbs up across the hall and, to him, that mattered. It meant everything to him, actually, because he knew you. He felt like he’d always known you.

“Oi, Pads, mate,” James shouted as Sirius stared out the window, watching the snow fall and some Hufflepuff students already rushing out to brave the cold. Sirius blinked, trying to brush the thought of you from his mind. It didn’t work; it never worked.

“You coming outside? Or are you just gonna sit there pining over Y/N?”

With his mood immediately soured over being caught, Sirius picked up his scarf and threw it at James, pointing toward him with an accusatory finger.

“Are you really one to talk about pining?”

James’ face dropped as Remus’ laughter filled their dorm.

“Has a point, Prongs.”

“Shut up, Mooney.”

There was a great deal of competition to get outside; everyone was milling through the corridors to enjoy the weekend’s weather. The snow was ridiculously bright when they finally got downstairs, though not nearly as bright as James’ sinister grin.

“Oh fuck,” With horror in his eyes, Sirius watched a large clump of snow fly towards him. With snow now down his neck, in his eyes, mouth and hair, his face was so bitingly cold he almost couldn’t hear James snorting. Almost.

“You’re dead, Potter.”

“Ooh,” James taunted although he was definitely running away. “Potter.”

His teasing didn’t last long as a very, very compact snowball hit James directly between his eyes, covering his glasses in ice. Sirius looked over to Remus who only turned around, looking behind him for whoever had thrown it. He shrugged in mock confusion, sending Sirius into bouts of laughter. That was before Peter pummelled him with a block of snow to the side of his head. Like children, they played for hours outside, as did the rest of Hogwarts, it seemed.

It wasn’t until something cold and hard hit him in the back of the head that Sirius decided he was done with their snowball fight, because when he turned around expecting to see his friends, there you stood with the smuggest grin he’d ever seen. For a moment, he just stared at you, his heart clenching at the way the snow fell into your hair, your bright smile and your fluffy gloves messing with the buttons on your coat.

“Do you think that’s funny?” he asked, running towards you. You struggled to suppress your smile, trying to replace it with a deep frown.

“No, Mr Black, I think this is a very serious matter.”

He rolled his eyes as you giggled, looking up at Hogwarts. He moved so you were stood shoulder to shoulder, both of your staring up at the castle in the snow.

“Beautiful weather we’re having.” You said softly, thinking about how truly beautiful it was.

Looking at Sirius didn’t help. With snowflakes melting in his hair and his cheeks rosy, he looked more handsome than ever.

“It wasn’t forecast.” He added, enjoying your mock small talk. He always enjoyed playing pretend with you. He looked down, noticing that you were watching him. He smiled.

“Care to dance?” he asked, turning to face you with one hand raised expectantly. Sometimes, you thought Sirius knew exactly how much you liked him and that he used it to mess with you somehow. Though truly you knew his pretend-flirting and light touches could never hurt you as much as you hurt yourself by accepting his heart-wrenching offers.

“Of course.”

If Hogwarts had a gift shop, and if that gift shop sold snow globes, Sirius was sure the image of you two dancing there, despite how clumsy and awkward it was in the snow, would be the only thing worth trapping inside of them. He’d buy them all, he thought, every single one. He didn’t have to though, so it was lucky Hogwarts had neither a gift shop nor snow globes; he’d remember that moment for the rest of his life. Bathed in comfortable silence with matching grins on your faces, the two of you side-stepped from left to right, leaving footprints into the snow. Through gloves, you held hands and through your coat, he held you and in some unexplainable way, it was perfect. It had been perfect. At that moment, he decided that you were the only one he wanted to share his world with. At that moment, you decided that you couldn’t keep throwing your heart at a boy that could never love you the way you wanted him to so desperately.

“Sirius, I-“ you said, unsure of the right words. “I don’t-“

You were glad when that snowball hit him, truly, because he knew you more than you knew yourself and had he not been distracted by the clump of ice lobbed his way, he would’ve known there was something wrong. You watched his face turn from peaceful to annoyed amusement and for that second, you cherished it like it was the last time you’d see it. May it would be.

“Sorry, love. I need to teach a git a lesson in manners.”

Shooting you a signature grin, he raced over to his friends, picking up snow from every surface he could on the way. You watched him with fondness as played childlike games, heart already aching at what you knew you had to do.

After that day, you didn’t talk to Sirius for two weeks and three days. Though it doesn’t sound a lot, it felt like years for the both of you. It wasn’t easy to avoid him, especially when he’d made it his mission to find out why you, of all people, had started ignoring him. Despite your best efforts, you were also in more pain now, without him, than you’d ever been around him. You kept telling yourself it would get better and that you’d done the right thing but now you weren’t so sure. You missed his voice and his laughter and his presence and how even in silence you felt like no one would ever know you better than he did. Maybe that’s why you didn’t run when he found you at the lake. You just sat there; your knees hiked up to your chest as you looked at the frozen-over water. You’d seen him coming but made no move to escape and he, in his upset state, had taken that as a win.

Sirius Black had been through many things in his life, many awful things. He’d also done quite a good deal of awful things himself. Nothing compared to those weeks without you. He felt like he’d lost everything good in his life and everyone had noticed how entirely absent he was. While James had been vaguely irritated at his constant pining over you, perhaps unfairly, he’d take that any day over Sirius’ vacant stare and empty laughter. Though Sirius wouldn’t talk about it, he knew it was about you, that much was obvious. It was always about you: anyone who’d known Sirius for more than five minutes knew he was in love. After spending all week looking for you, desperately chasing you after class, lurking outside of your common room and even hunting in the library, when he finally saw you by the lake, he almost thought he was dreaming.

You expected him to be angry but when you looked at each other, your stomach sank at the tears in his eyes. You realised how unfair you were being; it wasn’t Sirius’ fault he didn’t love you like you loved him.

“You’re my best friend,” he said, swallowing. “You know that?”

You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know how to say that that wasn’t enough. You felt like a monster. Fortunate for you, he didn’t give you a chance to reply anyway.

“And I want to spend every day of my life with you. I want to make you breakfast and burn your toast and I want you to wear my shirts and I want us to talk for hours like we always do…”

Your mouth dropped open. Did he mean that?

“I spent this past fortnight falling apart because I can’t do that. I can’t do my life without you in it, Y/N, because it’s not my life at all. It means nothing.”

“Sirius-“

“No, it’s okay that you don’t feel the same. Y/N, I’ve loved you for years and I could never put into words the way you make me feel. I’m sorry that I’ve ruined us, I’m so-“

“Sirius.”

“I just need you. It’s okay that you don’t feel the same but please just be my best friend again.”

Tears were rolling down his cheeks and when he turned to you, your voice caught in your throat. You stared at his bloodshot eyes, noticing how sad the grey seemed. You couldn’t find the words you wanted to say so you said the only thing that came to mind as you looked at his beautiful face.

“I keep a picture of you on my desk at home.”

His eyebrows shot up and then drew down again, sharply, confused.

“It’s because when I’m not here, you’re the only thing I ever miss. The only bit that matters, I suppose.”

You saw the hope brewing in his eyes and you couldn’t help but smile slightly.

“It doesn’t matter where I am.” You looked back for a second at the lake, eyes skimming over the frozen surface. “As long as you’re there.”

He nodded, licking salty tears from his lips as a smile tugged at them. He pulled your arm towards him.

“You really mean that?”

You stared at each other for a moment as you scooted closer, identical bashful smiles lifting your cheeks. Like the world was right again, the silence between you felt normal.

“I love you, Sirius.”

The way his eyes softened at your words sent a warmth through your chest at the sight of him.

“I just didn’t think you could ever feel the same I’m sorry.”

Without saying anything, he leant forward and rested his forehead against yours. His hand dragged down your arm to rest on top of hand, grass tickling his palm through your fingers. Slowly, he interlocked your fingers together and smirked.

“I thought you were supposed to be the smart one, love.”

You scoffed. Maybe he was right. It was hard to deny that you’d both been blind, though.

#sirius black x reader #Sirius Black imagine #sirius black #harry potter #Harry Potter imagine #imagine #writing

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idk-maybe-i-did-it · 4 years ago

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Help? Remus Lupin x Ravenclaw!Reader

A/N: James, Peter and Sirius want to become anamagi to help Remus on full moon’s but they need Y/n’s help to do so

Warning: Mentions of self harm, suicide and sexual assault, light cursing

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The bell had just rung and it was the end of classes for. She waved goodbye to Professor McGonagall before walking out of class and making her way down to the corridor across from the Womping Willow. She sat her bag down and grabbed a sketchbook before sitting in the windowsill so her eyes could see the beauty of Hogwarts grounds before her in a clear distance view.

The girl closed her eyes and let the pencil in her hand move freely liek the wind on a summer day.

Her peaceful anti-depression session was interrupted by the pounding of oncoming footsteps from afar. She opened her eyes and came to see the three figures of James Potter, Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black before her.

“ And what might your reasons be for interrupting my peacful rest boys?”

The boys came to a stop and moved to sit next her on the windowsill, leaning in as if to whisper. Sirius, the one closet her, leaned in and said,

“ Y/n I know you're an animagus, saw you transform one day during the summer. We need your help to become anamagi. For reasons."

The girl leaned back in shock. How the bloody white did he figure out? Was Sirius Black a stalker? She quickly placed the abandoned pencil behind her ear and leaned in as well.

" First of all, how the bloody hell do you know where I live?! And second thing, don’t attempt to make up some lie to me about your reasons behind doing this because I already know why. You want to help Remus, he’s my best friend why wouldn’t I know?”

Sirius moved back in surprise.

“ I live two houses down from you. But either way, will you help us or not?”

" Of course I will dip shit.”

Y/n pulled away from the group huddle and moved to the floor to scour through her bag for a journal. While doing so the sock on her ankle rolled down slightly to reveal blood-stained bandages wrapping around it.

The girl quickly opened the journal and looked up as James sat next her on the floor and took the book from her, showing it to his other two mates.

This is how she found herself standing in an open section of the Forbidden Forest around a newly found Black Shaggy dog, field rat, A proud Stag and a rain soaked Remus Lupin during a lightning storm.

It was pouring down rain, flashing lightning and her and Remus had just witnessed James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew turn into animagi and back. By then you could see right through their clothing.

Remus was attempting to tell the group something but the pounding rain had been coming down too heavy for them to hear so instead he opted to use his arms and point out what he was saying. The four of them started to run back off to the castle in their anamagi forms as Remus struggled to keep up from behind.

Remus made the four of them change back to human form after they’d reached the castle and Y/n had to wrap her arms around her chest in an attempt to cover her chest. The shirt she’d been wearing was now see-through, as were the others’s. James silently jumped into the air with a fist-pump before Sirius pointed out that they needed to move back to the dorm room before Filch caught them.

Peter suddenly spoke up, causing the rest of them to turn their attention to the boy. “ We should celebrate.”

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Y/n walked over to the spare bed in the Mauraders dorm-room and grabbed a handful of random articles of clothing to wear before swiftly moving over to the bathroom to change. She exited the bathroom and went back to the dorm at Remus words.

" Who wants to be tribute and tell the house elves to bring food and drink up here with the cloak?" Everyone but James called out ‘dibs-not’ at the question.

The girl was grabbing one of Remus’ books when Sirius showed up and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her body off the ground and he walked over to where Remus stood, ignoring her continus attempts to get him to stop. Then, he threw her, thankfully into Remus’ arms where he caught and held her to his chest where she stayed and tried to calm herself down from the panic attack eating away at her insides.

Luckily for Sirius, James showed up the very next second, taking away Remus’s opportunity to tell off at Sirius for what he’d just done to the girl. James moved over and threw his cloak on the bed, motioning to where a small cart of snacks and water lay in the middle of the circle of pillows they’d made. Remus slowly pulled Y/n and himself down to the ground where she sat, chest heaving slightly, next him while he kept an arm wrapped around her waist protectively.

“ Okay lads, we’ll be playing a muggle game Remus talked about before. I forgot what it was called but I have a feeling it was called three truths and a lie or something.”

Once the circle went around to Y/n she began to panic, I have no clue what to say. Remus noticed this and took her hand in his before brushing away the hair from her collarbone and peppering light kisses to her shoulder to calm her nerves. Which did work in a way.

She took a moment to compose her wondering thoughts before stating, " I've been to more than four states, my favorite color is blue and I can speak fluent French."

They stared around at each other before Remus confidently said, " Your favorite color is blue, you've been to more than four states and you don't speak fluent French?"

She nodded and exhaled in relief, panic washing away.

Peter looked around the group and grabbed a candy before saying, " We've known you for about four years but we still don't know much about you. I mean we know a lot but I have a feeling there's more to you y'know. I mean, from what you've told us I never would've guessed that you'd even been out of state to begin with."

" Well, we play the other game, twenty questions, next so you'll probably get most answered then.”

The girl leaned back into Remus as the rest of them grasped different food as such and started to much down. Once they’d all finished their foods James decided it was time to start.

“ Y/n, my first question is, do you sing? Like even just lullaby’s?”

The girl nodded slightly and nudged Remus’ side with a cheeky grin.

“ Yep. I used to lul Rem to sleep when we were kids and I stayed over at his house.”

“ shut up...”

"Do you have any friends from other houses?" She sighed in defeat, " The people in Ravenclaw aren't the best friend material so I have a few friends from other houses. You guys, Frank Longbottom and one of my Hufflepuff friends, Nathan Stricklen, that's about it. I only ever talk to other people if I'm in a project together with them.”

Peter continued from where James left off. " Do you have any siblings?"

Remus saw as her body went tense and rigid.

" Yeah, an older sister and brother." Remus noted that Sirius noticed the tension and how he had decided to ask another question.

" First question, how many questions are we at? Second question, why'd you tense up? I really don’t mean to pry I’m just concerned." Y/n sighed and pillow flopped backwards before Remus pulled her back up, gently prodding her up, his hand in the small of her back.

“ Six questions. I have two siblings and I only tensed up because my brother and I don’t see on the same terms and I never see my sister.”

Remus looked at Peter with some weird expression and Peter looked back, shrugging.

Remus sighed before turning to Y/n with a guilty expression. " Peter is too shy and wants to know why exactly you don't see eye to eye with your brother and he also wants to know why you never see your sister. Don't get upset at me if you don't wanna answer either cause it's not my question."

" Okay. My brother has certain, views, on my life of which I don't like. For example, he says I should be shipped off and sold to some random dude halfway across the world who wants me for his wife and I don't want that to happen, he things I have a perfect life with perfect friends and family and grades and crap like that when he basically knows nothing about me, he prohibits me from dating or loving people because he says dad would get better profits from just arranging me a marriage with some 35 year old pervert in Spain, he doesn't care about me at all. I don’t see my sister because she died in her second year. That's your eighth question so hurry up and ask me another one."

Sirius came up and tentatively asked, " You don't have to answer if it's too personal but, how come you hate going home and you never talk about your home life?"

Remus turned to the boy with a glare so sharp it could cut glass.

" My dad became an alcoholic, lost his job, is almost never at home when my brother is. When my brother isn't at home, which happens a lot, mind you, he becomes an abusive, rapist, alcoholic psychopathic maniac and my brother doesn't know about it at all. He's almost always over at a friends house for the whole summer at a time so he's pretty much turned blind to what our "home" has turned into.

" My sister committed suicide two years after my mother died. If she didn't she would be in seventh year by now."

The boys stared in shock while Remus looked anywhere other than my gaze.

" She was in her second year at Hogwarts, age twelve, twelve. I was nine, she was twelve and I was nine, my brother was ten. He never figured out why she did it he just thinks she was mourning mum and it became too much.

Remus looked back at Y/n and bit his lip, slipping his hand into hers and threading their fingers through. Sirius stared at the girl, eyes full of knowing, while Peter hugged his teddy bear and James gaped at her.

" How, how old were you when the abuse and rape started?" James asked. She took a moment to think and Remus laid his hand on her shoulder, whispering.

" Thee abuse started when I was eight 1/2, he was raping my older sister at that time and, I hated it, when she died, he started raping me

" and I was nine at the time. I don't see eye to eye with my brother because he has no idea that this is going on and thinks dad is wrapped around my finger."

Sirius looked at the ground, avoiding the girls gaze while Peter did the same. James kept his head down, gaze on her as Remus started to pull her into his lap, arms wrapping around her waist, hugging her to his chest and chin finding it’s way to her shoulder.

" Guys, it’s really late, we should just crash and go to bed." James and Sirius nodded while Peter hopped up and made a beeline for his bed. James said goodnight before getting up and walking to bed, Sirius turned on Remus's lamp before turning off the big light and getting in bed.

Remus still made no move for his bed.

" Do you want me to move so you can get in bed or?"

The boy shook his head, nuzzling his nose into her neck.

Remus turned the girl around in his lap to where their faces were nearly touching and he closed the space between the two in a loving kiss of which she returned. After they broke apart he pressed gentle kisses to her Cupid’s bow and forehead in an attempt to soothe her beating heart. Remus wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s thighs and lifted her up, wrapped her legs around his waist as he moved over to his bed and pulled the curtains around it.

Y/n pulled off her shirt and bra as Remus looked away and pulled off his shirt. He handed it to her with his eyes the other way. Sure, she was his girlfriend but that didn’t mean he would look at her while she was in the nude without her permission.

Remus soon climbed into the bed and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her body to his chest as well as pulling the duvet covers of the bed up, after she’d climbed in before him. He nuzzled his head into her neck, placing a soft kiss to her sensitive skin, and right as the girl was about to fall asleep she heard Remus quietly reach out to her and say, “ goodnight kitten...”

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Drink some water, eat some food, take a screen break and never forget you are loved.

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#remuslupin #remuslupinxreader #the mauraders #harry potter #james potter #sirius black #sirius x lupin #remus lupin smut #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #peter pettigrew #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #Hogwarts

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longestnight64448 · 7 years ago

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SongFic. Ballad of A teenage queen *George Weasley x Reader*

Johnny Cash >>>> Ballad of a Teenage Queen

(Dream on, dream on teenage queen prettiest girl we've ever seen)

There's a story in our town

Of the prettiest girl around

Golden hair and eyes of blue

How those eyes could flash at you (How those eyes could flash at you)

Boys hung 'round her by the score

But she loved the boy next door who worked at the candy store

(Dream on, dream on teenage queen prettiest girl we've ever seen)

George saw her from across the hill. He was playing pickup Quidditch with his many brothers, Ginny and Harry Potter. She was wearing beat up sneakers, plain, black shorts, and a white tshirt. Her hair was tied back and she was running towards the Weasleys with a broom. According to George, Carly Cash had never looked more beautiful.

"Hey guys!" Carly yelled, joining the gang. They all grinned at her and tossed her a Quaffel. They played until they were beyond exhaustion. Barely able to lift their limbs, the group of Fred, George,Ron, Harry, Hermione, Ginny and Carly fell back on the Weasley's beat up furniture by the fire. Drinks were passed around, and a game of I Never soon started. "I've never made out in a broom closet." Harry said, and Fred, George and Ginny all took a drink. Carly giggled. It was her turn. "Ok." She started, and took a breath. "I've never kissed someone." The group was shocked. Every boy in Hogwarts would've loved to kiss Carly, and she certainly didn't think herself too cool for any boy. All cups, excluding Carly's of course, were drank out of. Huh. George thought. He smirked, a plan forming in his mind.

She was tops in all they said

It never once went to her head

She had everything it seems

Not a care, this teenage queen (Not a care, this teenage queen)

Other boys could offer more

But she loved the boy next door who worked at the candy store

(Dream on, dream on teenage queen you should be a movie queen)

Everything was in place. George had hidden Carly's broom in the forest feild place by their house. She had slept over in Hermione and Ginny's room that night. He had mad sure Mrs.Weasley had given everyone a job to do (weather she knew it or not) except Carly and himself. Now he just had to wait.

"Has anyone seen my broom??" There it was. George grinned. Carly came from around the corner. Carly was easily good enough to play proffesional Quidditch one day, and her broom meant everything to her. "Didn't you put it in the shed with ours?" Harry asked, while scrubbing down the railings. "I thought I did..." Calry started, "But I must have put it somewhere else." "I'd help you look for it, butI'm a little busy here." Hermione said apologetically, folding sheets that had came from the dryer. "Maybe you left it outside..?" Added Fred, who'd just entered the room. Carly's eyes lit up. "I'm done the dishes, I'll help you look." George offered, and Carly followed him out the door. perfect, thought George. Now, its not like George is in love with Carly, or even liked her in that way much. All he knows is how happy he feels when he's with her, and that he wants to try something,a test of his feelings, if you will. Carly's never thought about any of the Weasley's in more than a friendly way, except Bill of course. But that's most certainly not her fault. Back to George and Carly. The two were walking around, talking about this and that, and once they were far enough away from the burrow, George changed the subject.

"Carly,you were seriouslast night, you'dnever kissed a boy?" George easly slipped out. "I was serious." Carlyshrugged. "Why not?" askedthemuch taller ginger. "I don't know....it's justnever happened for me. Zach was into me, and my parents loved that, seeing how rich he was. I just was't into him though.Itkinda sucks, Imean, I'm 16 and have no experience of that kindunder my belt."Georg grinned as Carly spoke. When she was finished he stopped walking. "Carly, I'm your friend, and friends help friends when the need help. And it looks like you need some help." He smiledhis easy smile ashe watched Carlyprocess what he'd justsaid. After a moment of thinking, Carly looked Geroge in the eyes. "Okay." She agreed. "But after you have to tellme where my broom is." George grinned wider than ever, took Carly' waist with one hand, leaned down and caught her lips in a kiss. She stood on her tiptoes and put her arms around his neck, hands in his shaggy red hair. She was tenative and unsure, but he kissed her harder. George ran his tongue over her lips and she instictively opened them. When they were through kissing, something had changed between them.Something good.

He would marry her next spring

Saved his money, bought a ring

Then one day a movie scout

Came to town to take her out (Came to town to take her out)

Hollywood could offer more

So she left the boy next door working at the candy store

(Dream on, dream on teenage queen see you on the movie screen)

That kiss changed everything. It was now after the war and Carly wanted to be with George forever. George was working with Fred at their store now, living in the loft above with him and Carly. She helped out in the store when she could, but worked as a nurse at St. Mungo's. One day while she was helping at the shop, George climbed to the top ledge in the store. "COULD EVERYONE BE QUIET PLEASE!!" He yelled down to everyone. Surprisingly, after a few moments, they did. Carly began to look around the crowd and saw many familiar faces. Almost the entire Weasly family, and many of her and George's friends. And her parents! They were all looking at her. Oh my God. She thought. George was in front of her now, on his knee. "Carly, " He started, "You are my world, my everything, a part of me. Things are better, funnier, happier when you're beside me. My life is better when you're beside me. I want to be beside you until ot rocking chairs don't give us a choice. Carly, will you marry me?" Carly sucked in a breath, stared into George's eyes once again. "I don't know what I'd do without you." Carly stuck out her hand as he slide the ring on. "So I guess I sorta have to." She winked, George stood up, kissed her on the cheek and everyoe clapped. She had other ideas, leading him up to their loft, she yelled at Fred to take over for a while.

A few weeks later a letter came in the mail, notifying Carly she'd been asked to play on the Falmouth Falcons. She was extatic! But George, their wedding...."You have to go. " George toldher. "I know," She agreed. "But our wedding! And you...I'll be gone for a long time, far away, barely any visits. You can't come because of the store. What am I going to do with out you?" Carly fell into Geroge's arms. "Then don't go. " He mumbed. "You know I need to." He nodded.

Her bags were packed the next day and she left. Carly had never been so sad, and George couldn't stop staring at her side of the bed.

Very soon she was a star

Pretty house and shiny car

Swimming pool and a fence around

But she missed her old home town (But she missed her old home town)

All the world was at her door

All except the boy next door who worked at the candy store

(Dream on, dream on teenage queen saddest girl we've ever seen)

Carly was definetly an asset to the Falcons. She was amazing. She had her own loft in Ireland, and more money than she knew what to do with. Even playing on the team of her dreams, there was a sadness inside her that was bigger than her love for Quidditch. As for George, he was almost robotic in the way he lived life. It took him a long time to get past Carly's absense. The fact was, both Carly and Geroge could live without each other, but they'd MUCH rather not.

Then one day the teenage star

Sold her house and all her cars

Gave up all her wealth and fame

Left it all and caught a train (Left it all and caught a train)

Do I have to tell you more

She came back to the boy next door who worked at the candy store

(Now this story has some more, you'll hear it all at the candy store)

It was peanuts he was eating, George will never forget. Just sitting at the table eating peanuts. "FUCK!" He heard from out in the hall. He opened the door and there was Carly, coming up the stairs, her one suitcase had ripped and all her clothes had flown out and about. Once she saw him the furrow in her brow parted. Everything else in her hands dropped. She hopped up the stairs to George, leaning smugly in the doorway. "Couldn't stand it without me, could you?" He asked with his easy grin. "Are those peanuts?" She asked, pushing by him through the door. He grabbed her waist as she turned around grinning. "They're not as good without you." George admitted. Carly rubbed his arms and stomache and shoulders and chest. "Don't worry, You'll never have to eat them like that again." Carly smiled. Geroge's eyes shined.

#george weasley imagine #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfiction #songfic #george weasley x reader

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imwastingmylifeinhere · 7 years ago

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Magnus Chase and the Obligatory Hogwarts AU Ch10

On ao3

I have writer's block, exams are kicking my ass all the way to Valhalla. Here's the new chapter. Please enjoy while I go die in the corner.

Sam stood nervously in front of the old pub that was the entrance to Diagon Alley. Her coat was zipped all the way up and she pulled her hijab closer over her head to protect herself from the cold breeze. A thin blanket of snow lay on the sidewalks, dirty from all the people who had stepped on it. The people passing by were bundled up in heavy coats and thick scarves. None for them paid any notice to Sam and Alex, her brother today, who were leaning against the wall in front of the pub.

Sam looked down at her watch for what must have been the twentieth time in the past fifteen minutes. The process had been the same each time: first, Sam glances up and down the street, searching the crowd for a familiar face. Then, once she doesn’t see that familiar face, she looks down at her watch only to see that it has barely moved and pulls her hijab closer.

Alex had seen his sister do the same thing over and over so much it was starting to get on his nerves.

“Calm down, Sam,” he finally said, pushing his body off the wall and standing straight. “Amir will come any minute now.”

Sam had told Alex about her plan before she left Hogwarts. She had been working on it for some time – after all, she couldn’t just bring a muggle to Diagon Alley, so she didn’t let Alex know until she had everything planned. It had been difficult to convince Professor Sif to let Alex come to London today, but after telling the Transfiguration teacher that Sam’s grandparents wanted to meet him and that he couldn’t tell them no, she had agreed to take Alex with her when she went to London to meet an old friend.

So today, only an hour ago, Alex and Professor Sif had apparated close to Sam’s house. Professor Sif hadn’t stayed around long, telling Alex she would come to pick him up from Sam’s house at eight.

Alex had made sure to turn his hair brown before he knocked on Sam’s door. The whole plan hinged on Sam’s grandparents allowing her to leave with Alex, so he had to make a good impression.

The whole meeting-your-sister’s-grandparents thing had been awkward, but in the end they let Sam leave with Alex. According to them “Simply looking at you is enough to realize you’re his son.” Alex didn’t know how to take that.

So now Alex and Sam were waiting for Amir to arrive. Sam had tried to find some sort of excuse so Amir would forget about their argument and her reluctance to talk about her school, but it didn’t feel right. Amir had been her friend ever since she was little, he was a good boy and he cared for her. Lying to him about such a big part of her life didn’t feel right.

Sam sighed heavily. “I know. I’m just… I’m anxious. What if this doesn’t work?”

Sam was a wreck, her brother could see this. He knew Sam had trouble sleeping when something was troubling her, so Alex knew she hadn’t slept well, if at all. The dark circles under her eyes were proof of this and she kept fiddling with the fabric of her scarf.

Alex rested his hands on Sam’s shoulders and looked her in the eyes. “It will work. Don’t doubt yourself, okay? Everything will be fine. Just show him your world and explain. I’m sure he’ll understand.”

“You haven’t even met him before.”

“Maybe. But he must be a good guy if you like him so much. And hey,” Alex continued with a smirk, “if it will help, I can follow you around and sing ‘A whole new world’.”

Sam actually laughed at that and Alex felt proud for making her forget her nervousness, even for just a moment. “Yeah, that might help,” Sam said after she stopped laughing.

“Does that mean I can sing it?”

“No, please don’t do it.”

“Aw, come on!”

“Um, excuse me,” someone said. Sam turned around suddenly to see Amir, a long scarf wrapped around his neck. “Hello, Sam.”

“Amir! I didn’t notice you had arrived! Hello.”

Amir smiled and Alex saw his sister blush – she might say it was because of the cold later, but Alex didn��t buy that.

“It’s nice to see you again,” Amir said. He turned to Alex. “And who is that?”

“That’s Alex, he’s my half-brother. We go to school together.”

“Nice to meet my future brother-in-law,” Alex said as he offered his hand to Amir for a handshake. He could see Sam blush even more at that and Alex cackled evilly in his head.

“Nice to meet you too. I didn’t know Sam had a brother.” Amir spoke those words with a smile, but it still sent a pang of guilt through Sam. Her having a brother was only one of the things Amir didn’t know about her.

“Don’t worry, she didn’t either,” Alex joked. “We didn’t even know the other existed until we met last year. And even then we didn’t learn we were related for a long time.”

“Oh.” Amir seemed confused and Alex didn’t blame him. Just wait until he heard the whole story. “So what are we going to do?”

“I want to show you something. Follow me.”

Sam didn’t wait for Amir to answer and walked into the Leaky Cauldron. Amir seemed surprised to be taken into some random pub he hadn’t even noticed was there but Alex grabbed his sleeve and kept walking.

“Sam, where are we going-“ he tried asking, but Alex shushed him quickly.

“Don’t talk,” the other boy said and Amir immediately shut up.

Sam took them to the back of the pub and stopped in front of a brick wall with a large garbage bin in front of it. Amir looked on perplexed as Sam counted three bricks up from the garbage bin and two across.

“What are you-“ he started asking but the words died in his throat as the bricks started moving aside like a curtain to reveal an archway.

“W-what?”

Sam didn’t speak and instead walked through the archway, Alex and Amir right behind her. Amir reached out to the walls of the archway experimentally, touching them with gentle fingers as if they would disappear.

When they exited the archway they were in a loud, bustling street. A street. How-? T-they had only just walked in a pub and –how was a street back here? Amir had been around this part of London before and yet he didn’t recognize this street at all and – was that a flying broom?

“S-Sam, where are we?” he asked. Sam turned around to face him and rubbed her arm awkwardly.

“Do you remember the argument we had some time ago? About my not telling you anything about my school?” She asked. Amir nodded. What did that have to do with anything? “Well, I was afraid you wouldn’t believe me if I told you, so I thought bringing you here would be a good idea.”

Sam took a deep breath as she bend down and pulled a long stick out of her boot – it looked like a wand you’d see kids holding on Halloween. “I’m a wizard.”

The words were so random Amir didn’t register them for a second. “A… wizard?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah. A pointy-hats, flying-broomsticks wizard. But I’m not allowed to do magic during the holidays.”

Amir was gaping like a fish, his mouth moving up and down like he wanted to say something but no words came out. “I…I don’t understand,” he finally said.

So Sam took a deep breath and explained everything to him. About how her mother was a Muggle – what they call non-magic people – and her father a wizard. How she received her Hogwarts letter when she was eleven and how she left every September to go to a remote castle in Scotland to study magic. How she had a wand and a flying broomstick and knew how to make potions and cast spells.

She told him everything that had happened during her five years at Hogwarts up until now and she told him about all her friends and her teachers and her lessons. By the end of it all Amir looked utterly overwhelmed.

“I… I don’t know what to say.”

Sam frowned. She moved her hand closer to Amir’s, close enough that they were almost touching but not quite. “I know this is a lot to take in, but… I didn’t want to leave you in the dark anymore. You have a right of knowing and I didn’t want us to fight over this again.”

Amir smiled at her and Sam finally let herself relax. “I understand. I’m glad you told me, but… I’m still really confused about all this.”

“And this is why we’re here!” Alex finally spoke. “You two lovebirds just go take a walk and ask Sam about anything that confuses you. I’ll come along to make sure you don’t end up making out in some dirty alley.”

Sam and Amir blushed at Alex’s words but they did as he said. They spent the rest of the day walking around Diagon Alley window-shopping and stopping in front of every store so Sam and Alex could explain to Amir what they sold there and how it worked. They lingered in front of some shops longer than others- they spent nearly half an hour in front of the Quidditch shop so Sam could explain to him what the sport was and how it was played and what it was she did during the game.

“I’d love to see you play sometime,” he had said when Sam had finally finished explaining. “You always wanted to be able to fly. I bet you’re great at it.”

Sam had blushed at the compliment and smiled. Telling Amir about the magical part of her life had worked out and she couldn’t be happier.

~~~~~~

Christmas holidays went by in a flash. Why weekends and holidays went by so fast yet the school year dragged on, Alex didn’t know. Still, there was something good about school starting up again, even if lessons sucked your soul out of your body like a Dementor, and that was the energy the castle got back. There simply wasn’t as much going on around the school when all of its students weren’t there.

And one of those thing was The Date™. Mallory and Halfborn’s date was coming up soon, as soon as their first Hogsmeade weekend in the second semester, in fact. Alex didn’t know if she should be this exited when it wasn’t even her date, but she was. Finally, finally, those two got a hint and would go on a date. Her ship was becoming cannon, as Magnus would put it.

So here they were, standing in their room almost two hours before they were supposed to leave for Hogsmeade. The room was a mess put simply. All three girls’ closets were wide open and clothes covered all three of their beds. Mallory was sitting in what little space she had managed to find among all the different articles of clothing and she was looking around the hurricane aftermath that her room had become.

“Why did you empty out all of our closets?” she finally asked.

“You need to get dressed!” Alex said and went back to digging through her closet. It looked two times as bad as the rest of the room and Mallory knew that was nothing new.

“I know, but what does that have to do with you two blowing our room up? And we have two more hours before we have to leave for Hogsmeade. We have plenty of time.”

“Come on, this is your first date with Halfborn, aren’t you excited?”

Mallory blushed. When Alex said it like that it was like there would be more dates afterwards (which she really hoped for).

“Yes, but I still don’t get why you had to make our room look like a complete clusterfuck.”

“We need to find you a good outfit! So we need to look everywhere. We wear about the same size so this will be fine. Though my clothes might be a bit large on you, but it’s okay…” The whole time Alex was talking she was searching around the piles of clothes in their room.

Mallory gestured at the green haired girl with both arms in a ‘are you seeing this shit’ kind of way. “Are you honestly letting her do this?” she asked Sam.

The girl shrugged. “She said she’ll clean up all the mess on her own afterwards, so I can’t complain. And I want to help you out too.”

Mallory sighed. Really, Alex and Sam were the best friends a girl could ask for, but still. She already felt jumpy enough as it was- their putting so much emphasis on what she would wear made it even worse.

“Guys, I really appreciate what you’re doing, but it’s okay. You don’t have to make our room into a battlefield so I can find an outfit.”

Alex paused her digging. “You sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” She looked around the room for a moment and then said, “You still have to clean this up, though.”

Alex’s shoulders slumped. “Fiiiine. At least let me look at what you’re going to wear.”

In the end, both Mallory and Sam felt bad to watch Alex tidy up that mess on her own so they helped her out. When their room didn’t look like something from a sitcom’s teen girl’s room, they finally started talking about what Mallory should wear.

“What were you thinking about?” Alex asked.

“I don’t know. Jeans, a nice shirt and those boots you got?”

“The brown ones with the buckles?”

“Yeah, those.”

“That sounds good,” Sam said. “Let’s find you a nice shirt.”

Twenty minutes later, Mallory’s outfit was lying on Alex’s bed and the girls had Mallory sat between them as they gave her advice. She had to say it was kind of laughable considering Alex had never gone on a date (as far as she knew) and Sam’s dating experiences were far from typical (like, how many fifteen year olds did you know with betrotheds?). Their advice was probably pulled from TV dramas and romance movies, but Mallory really appreciated their efforts.

Similar things were happening to the other party of this date as well. Since the three boys weren’t in the same house, it was hard to do the same thing the girls had done. Still, Halfborn managed to get them into his room and they tried to find his nicest looking shirt and jeans. It sounded easy, but Halfborn’s closet could rival Alex’s in messiness and most of his clothes needed ironing.

Once they found clothes that would look decent once they weren’t a crumpled mess, Magnus ironed them with a quick spell. Both Halfborn and T.J looked at him amazed- they probably didn’t even know this spell existed.

“Professor Hearthstone showed it to us during summer,” he explained. “It’s much more convenient when you have to iron a lot of clothes.”

With Halfborn’s outfit figured out, they set out for the bigger, more taunting task: taming Halfborn’s wild hair and his beard. Or to-be-beard, anyway. The teachers didn’t allow him to have one since he was a student, but he never shaved it until it was long enough that he would get detention if he didn’t. Magnus had no doubt that once he graduated next year (Halfborn was a year older than them after all) he would grow a beard worthy of Santa Claus or the Vikings in How to train your Dragon.

T.J decided that if they were going to fight this battle they should go all out. They dragged a chair from the common room in front of the bathroom mirror and sat Halfborn down on it. They tied a towel around his neck like they did at the barber’s and brought the tools they would need close by.

“Water,” T.J said as if he was playing in some doctor drama. Magnus handed him a sprayer filled with water. T.J proceeded to use it to spray Halfborn’s hair with water so it would be easier to deal with.

“Comb.”Magnus handed T.J the comb and the boy started pulling it through Halfborn’s hair. Or he tried to, at least, because he was obviously having trouble with it. The comb had hardly gone through a third of the hair’s length when it got stuck. T.J took it out of the hairy mess and tried again but to no avail. The comb was stuck once more and T.J looked at it troubled.

“When did you last comb your hair?” Magnus asked, glancing cautiously at the comb stuck in Halfborn’s hair. Which was stupid because it was just hair and a comb; there was no reason for him to look at it like it was a jumpy cat that could claw his eyes out any minute. Thought if a rat had nested in there he wouldn’t be surprised.

“Two days ago?” Halfborn said. “It gets tangled easily so I normally comb it in the shower when it’s wet. It’s easier that way.”

“Yeah, but it looks like something nested in there!” T.J exclaimed. “What did you do to it to make it like this?”

Halfborn shrugged and shook his head like he was finally admitting something was a lost cause. “I don’t know man, I don’t know.”

And so an epic battle began. It would go down in history, the day two brave boys had the courage to face the untamable beast. They fought bravely and many weapons were needed for the exhausting battle. It lasted for hours, but neither boy was ready to give up despite the odds being against them. They attacked, again and again, using every weapon at their disposal. Every time it seemed as though the monster was finally defeated it would spring back up.

Many historians would try to explain what it was that helped them land the final blow and lay waste to the beast. Maybe it was the boys’ courage, their teamwork or their determination. Whatever it might have been, bards will sing their praise for centuries to come.

“Okay, we finally finished,” Magnus sighed as he plopped down on the floor. He flexed his fingers which were tired from holding the comb so tight for so long. The comb he had used was lying discarded near him, a ball of hair on it that looked like a hamster. T.J’s comb was a similar mess, but at least Halfborn’s hair was now untangled with no odd kinks in it.

“I feel like I just fought a dragon.” T.J was lying on his back on Halfborn’s bed, spread out like a starfish. He did look like he had just fought a dragon- minus all the shoot and charred clothes that probably came with fighting a fire-breathing beast.

With Halfborn’s hair out of the way, they got to the second formidable task.

“Just do it,” Magnus said, pushing the sharp object closer to the Gryffindor’s face.

“No.”

“It’s for your own good, Halfborn,” T.J added. “You want to look good for your date with Mallory, right?”

“Mallory likes my beard.”

“Maybe she does, but it’s good to look sharp for a date. And I assume it’s not that comfortable to kiss someone whose face is covered in hair.” The thought of kissing his crush seemed to make Halfborn consider it so Magnus kept going. “And you don’t even have to be completely clean shaved. You can just shave it into a 5 o’clock shadow, just get rid of all this fluff.”

Halfborn looked at his scruffy beard through the mirror and with sad eyes, as if he was ordering the doctor to put down his fatally sick pet, he nodded at his two friends. “Do it.”

And so the time came. The group of friends headed to Hogsmeade along with the rest of the students. Yet this time they didn’t do it as a group, but rather each Mallory and Halfborn were accompanied by their friends that helped them get ready. It felt weirdly like they were the couple’s best men and women.

They met outside Blitzen’s Best, Sam and Alex flanking Mallory and Magnus and T.J walking by Halfborn to make sure he wouldn’t suddenly chicken out and leave.

“Fuck,” Halfborn swore under his breath and Magnus wouldn’t have heard him if he wasn’t walking so close to him. He glanced up at the taller boy to see his eyes transfixed on his date. Magnus understood why; Mallory looked great.

Then again, Mallory always looked great (all his friends’ did. Somehow Magnus had very attractive friends). So maybe it wasn’t so much how she looked that had Halfborn unable to utter a word but rather the fact the he was going on a date with her. That he hadn’t realized this was all actually happening until he saw the redhead standing opposite him.

Mallory was wearing jeans that showed off how fit her legs were from Quidditch and a pair of brown boots that gave a weird fantasy feeling to Magnus, like these were the boots the heroine wore when she left to kill a dragon. She wore a deep blue knitted shirt and one of those cool loopy scarves that Magnus was pretty sure Alex had made her.

“Get her, tiger,” T.J whispered, low enough that only Halfborn and Magnus would hear him. And Halfborn heard him because he gulped as if he was about to play an especially crucial Quidditch match.

“Hey, Mallory,” Halfborn said. Magnus was proud that he didn’t stutter when he talked. “You look really g-good.”

He spoke too soon.

“Thank you.” Mallory smiled at him. “You look nice too. I like the pony tail.”

Halfborn reached behind his head at the small pony tail at the base of his neck Magnus had made him make. “Trust me, the pony tail always works,” the blond had told him as he had shoved the hair tie in the Gryffindor’s face.

“How do you know that?” Halfborn had asked.

“It always does in movies,” Magnus had explained.

“Do you, um, want to get going?” Halfborn asked. Mallory nodded and the two of them left their friends behind as they went on their date.

Magnus turned to his friends. “So what do you want to do while the love birds are on a date?”

Alex and T.J looked at him as if he was crazy. “We follow them,” they said together.

“Are you sure?” Sam asked. “Shouldn’t we give them privacy?”

“We won’t follow them,” Alex said. “We’ll just happen to be close to where they are.”

“Completely by chance,” T.J added.

“Exactly.”

Magnus took a moment to stare at his two friends who were beaming innocently, expecting one of them to crack up and say they were just joking and suggest something else they should do. Yet neither of them talked and Magnus realized they were completely serious.

The blonde boy let out a loud sigh. “Alright,” he said. “Let’s go.”

The four teens followed the hopefully-will-be-couple from a safe distance as they entered Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop. It was the dictionary definition of pink and frilly, with everything inside in shades of pastel and lace absolutely everywhere. Magnus was over-dosing on sugar just looking at it.

“Seriously?” Alex muttered under her breath.

Halfborn and Mallory walked up to the door. It was painted pastel blue, like most things in the shop, and both of them went to reach for the doorknob at the same time. They stopped abruptly when their hands collided above the brass handle and looked at each other nervously.

“Eh, um… Here,” Halfborn said quickly as he averted his eyes from Mallory to avoid the awkwardness and opened the door for her.

“Thanks,” Mallory said as she walked it and waited at the side for Halfborn to come in too.

Outside, the rest of the table 19 gang was looking in through the window. T.J did a little victory gesture. Magnus knew it was because they had advised Halfborn to be a gentleman and he had remembered.

Inside the Lolita-puke shop, Mallory and Halfborn sat down at a table. The chairs were a light cream color and made from metal that shaped hearts at the back. A bow held the little cushions onto the chairs and the table was covered in a dainty tablecloth with lace at the end. Mallory couldn’t help but wonder who had decorated this place and whether they had chosen all these things un-ironically. She would be worried about their mental health if they had.

She reached for the menu that stood in one of those little wooden stands they had at cafes and restaurants and her hand bumped with Halfborn’s again. She snapped hers back quickly, cheeks turning pink. What was this, a stupid rom-com?

“You can look first,” Halfborn said and pushed the menu towards her. Damn it, why was this so awkward?

Mallory looked through the menu and once again couldn’t believe the amount of bows, sparkle and cute things someone could shove into something. Who had made this thing, a five year old? There were little cartoon bunnies, puppies and kittens drawn next to the shop specialties telling the customers they should try it because it tasted “sooo good~!” and lace was drawn at the top and bottom margins. Stars, hearts and flowers littered the page at random and every item was written in fancy cursive.

After five minutes of looking thought the available options and trying to make out what each word was supposed to be, Mallory gave up. They had a picture of a milkshake there, inside an elaborate sketch of a frame, so she could just get one of those.

After Halfborn attempted to make sense of the menu too and failed, they decided to order.

“What would you like?” the waitress said cheerfully. She was probably meant to act that way to match with the shop’s theme. Thought just walking around in that outfit was enough for that. It looked like a maid outfit; a chocolate brown dress that reached her knees, with details in pink and pink lace at the trim of the skirt, the sleeves and the neckline. A mint green ribbon held her apron in place and a similar one held her chestnut curls back in a ponytail. Mallory guessed the outfit was cute in theory but it simply looked awkward in practice. The girl should be paid just for putting that thing on.

“I’d like a cookies and cream milkshake,” Mallory said.

“Make that two,” Halfborn added.

The girl wrote that down on her notepad before she left with a smile. Mallory watched her go before she turned back to her date.

“So, um… how are you doing?” he asked her.

“Good, good. You?”

“Good.”

Silence. Mallory’s eyes darted across the room. Oh hey, that picture of a puppy on the wall is nice. And I like what they’ve done with the flowers at the tables. Man, I didn’t know my shirt was so interesting. It’s nice how the thread loops together to make the fabric and—

Damn it, what was wrong with her? Here she was, on the date she hoped she’d get with Halfborn for so long, even if she didn’t let herself admit it sometimes, and she couldn’t get a word out!

“So, um, you have your hair in a ponytail,” she said, latching onto the first conversation starter she could find. Damn it, his hair? Really?

“Uh, yeah. Magnus insisted on it. He and T.J wanted to help me get ready.” He chuckled and Mallory cocked an eyebrow, curious as to what was so funny. “They spent an hour trying to untangle it because it had somehow turned into a mess.”

Outside the window, T.J and Alex were face palming. Really, his messy hair? That’s the conversation topic he chooses?

Yet, somehow, Mallory laughed at that. “Man, really?” Halfborn nodded. “I feel you,” she said. “My hair is a mess too. I can spent an hour trying to untangle it and get all the kinks out and then it’ll be a mess again two minutes after I’m finished!”

“I know, right?”

Magnus blinked, surprised. “Well, that worked.”

The two kids laughed, finally being able to relax over their stupid banter about their tragic hair. Once they calmed down, Halfborn talked.

“You look really nice today.”

“Thank you. You do too,” Mallory smiled. “Sam and Alex insisted on helping me too. Well, it was mostly Alex.”

Outside the shop, Sam nodded in agreement,

“She turned our room into a battle zone!” Mallory went on. “If I didn’t know what had actually happened I would have sworn a bomb went off in there or something.”

Halfborn burst out laughing at the mental image. His laughter was contagious and soon Mallory was laughing along with him. Their conversation went on normally after that and any anxiousness they had about their date went away.

Until, that is, the waitress came back with their drinks. Or drink, to be more specific. Singular.

“Here you go,” she said cheerfully as she set down their milkshake, two straws swimming inside it. Both Mallory and Halfborn were too shocked to talk and the waitress left as they stared at their drink like it was a human brain someone had just dropped at their table.

Outside the shop, Magnus and Sam were giggling at their friends’ distraught faces, T.J was almost squealing with delight and Alex was doing a full on victory dance in the middle of the street.

Conall happened to pass by at that moment and he paused when he saw the object of his affections (read: his crush) doing the most ridiculous dance moves in the middle of the street, hidden behind a tree.

“Um, are you okay, Alex?” he asked hesitantly.

“Yes, I’m great!” She punctuated her sentence with a freaking pirouette. “Mallory and Halfborn are having a date, come spy on them with us!”

She grabbed Conall by the wrist and had him kneel down in their hiding spot. Her hand didn’t leave his wrist and Conall didn’t feel like letting her know.

Back inside the shop, the happy couple was still looking at their milkshake in horror.

“I-I… why is it only one?” Mallory stammered out. Halfborn shook his head, just as blind as to why they were given a single, larger-than-normal-milkshake instead of two separate ones. He quickly turned around and grabbed a menu from the empty table behind them. He flipped it open on the page with the milkshakes and saw what he hadn’t noticed before.

There, right at the bottom of the page, a cartoon teddy bear was informing the customers that in light of Valentine’s Day, couples who ordered the same beverage could get a bigger one to share for the price of one.

He sighed in exasperation and gave the menu to Mallory to see for herself. “They have a special offer.”

Mallory scrunched her eyebrows as she read what the little bear was saying. Halfborn knew when she finished because she slumped down on her chair and sighed just as heavily as he had.

“They must have assumed we wanted a shared one since we both ordered the same one.”

“Should we tell them we don’t want it?”

Mallory bit her lip. Should they? They were getting both their drinks for the price of one, it was a pretty good deal. Maybe they shouldn’t say anything. It wasn’t like she wanted to share a drink with him or anything. They were students, it wasn’t like their allowances were that big anyway. She was just doing this because it was logical. (Later, Alex would call her a tsundere for that. Mallory guessed she should be mad, but she didn’t even know what that meant.)

“It’s okay, I guess,” she answered slowly. “I mean, it’s two for the price of one a-and we both get our own straw, so it’s fine.”

“O-okay.”

Mallory leaned in tentatively to take a sip of her drink. Halfborn did the same thing and leaning over the table like this put their faces impossibly close. Mallory could make out each individual hair of Halfborn’s eyebrows, the different shades of color in his eyes, that faint scar on his forehead from when she threw a ball at him and he fell of his broom during a match.

Maybe being this close to him should have made her a blushing, bumbling mess. A lovestruck schoolgirl (which she was anyway).

But it didn’t. Instead it made her want to map out his eyes and the way his skin stretched over his face. She didn’t want to look away.

But Halfborn did. He pulled back just enough that he could talk and said, “Staring contest. The first one to look away before we finish this loses.”

Mallory, who had stopped sipping so she wouldn’t drink all of it and leave nothing for Halfborn, smirked. “You’re on.”

Their mouths were back on the straws and they sucked away, draining their glass more and more. Yet their eyes never left each other’s. The battle was intense, like a final Quidditch match between their houses.

Before long, their glass was empty, ice cream that hadn’t had the chance to melt staining its walls. Mallory and Halfborn were still at it, not looking away for a single second.

“I can’t believe their having a staring contest on their date,” T.J muttered, but he didn’t take his eyes of the couple. He wanted to see who would win.

“Ten sickles Mallory wins,” Alex says.

“Ten on Halfborn,” Magnus adds.

T.J raises his hand. “Fifteen on Halfborn.”

With a sigh clearly saying “I can’t believe we’re betting on this” Sam said, “Ten for Mallory.”

Meanwhile, Conall looked at the kids around him confused. Were they actually betting on their friends’ starring contest? Should he bet too? Should Alex still be holding his wrist like this?

He didn’t get to pour over his worries for long though (at least the first two) because Mallory had decided to put an end to their competition. Never breaking their intense eye contact, she pursed her lips and blew a kiss to Halfborn. The poor boy was so surprised by the sudden gesture that he burst out laughing. One moment they were locking gazes like two warriors before an epic battle and then Mallory completely breaks the mood by doing something so cute like this.

Dear Lord, this girl would be the death of him one of these days.

“I win!” Mallory exclaimed triumphantly, throwing her fists up in the air. Outside, Magnus and T.J paid Alex and Sam.

The rest of their date had been great. After they had broken the ice in the tea shop it was much easier to spend time alone together without freaking out because they were on a date. The wandered around Hogsmeade and did the same stupid, random shit they would have done anyway. They messed around at the joke shop, bought candy and threw a contest to see who could throw peddles further in a small pond.

The only thing that might have let people know that they weren’t just friends hanging out together was their linked hands. “So your hands don’t get cold,” Halfborn had said when he took her hand.

Mallory grinned. “I still have another hand.”

“Yeah, well, it would be weird to walk if I held both, so you’ll have to make due,” Halfborn had said through his blush.

By the end of their date, it was safe to say there would be a second one. And probably many, many more.

But the biggest bombshell of the evening hadn’t fell until they were standing at the entrance to Hogwarts, each student ready to leave for their respective dorms so they could change out of their clothes and relax.

“Um, Alex?” Conall had mumbled uncertainly. “Can I ask you something?”

“Mm? Yeah, sure. What is it?”

The freckled boy had fiddled with the hem of his shirt and had stared at his shoes. He had muttered a string of incomprehensive words before Alex told him to speak clearer because she couldn’t understand what he was saying.

That’s when the bomb fell.

“W-would you like to go on a date with me?”

Alex’s eyes had widened in surprise. Maybe it was her good mood after everything that had happened that day, maybe it was the fact she liked spending time with Conall and that he was kind and awfully cute, if awkward. Whatever it was, Alex opened he mouth and her answer was,

“Yes.”

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(Yes, I'm projecting my hair pain on Mallory and Halfborn. shut up.) I am glad to announce that we are at the halfway mark! *throws confetti* If everything goes according to plan (it never does) this will be twenty chapters long. We're getting there! Now, buckle up kiddos cause their sixth year is going to be a wild ride (and by that I mean Magnus will spend the whole year singing 'Treat you better'). The fierrochase I promised starts here! (Took me long enough)

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wreadingandriting · 8 years ago

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My Potter Story, and Today

2 years ago, for Christmas, I was bought Harry Potter Trivial Pursuit. This was an excellent purchase, however I don’t think it was ever played as a family game. Or by the rules. My family more took turns picking questions they thought I wouldn’t get and groaning when I did. There weren’t very many. This was followed up by my mother finding a list of every character ever mentioned in the Harry Potter books and asking me who each and every one was. I missed only one or two, much to everyone’s eye rolling expectation. I don’t expect this article to be interesting for everyone, or indeed anyone. But I’d like my story to exist. I’d like people to see, if they want to, just what Harry Potter means to me

I remember getting my first Harry Potter book. It was in July 2000/2001. I was on holiday with my family in Cornwall, and had presumably run out of reading material. I convinced someone to buy me a book from the supermarket, and fatefully picked up Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. My God, I devoured that book inside of 24 hours (and at 6/7 years old that’s pretty impressive, if I do say so myself). I insisted on having the other 3 bought immediately, and hardly put them down over the following week. From that holiday, I was completely sold.

I don’t know how many times I’ve read them since. I have two sets, the originals (which are falling apart from the sheer number times they’ve been read by myself and other family members) and a new set of matching ones that I bought last year. Every time a new book came out, I got it at midnight and read it until I couldn’t keep my eyes open. My grandma would see me at lunchtime and ask how far I was and I’d inform her that I had already finished it. This was always greeted with a roll of the eyes.

As a child I remember buying the Comic Relief books, and putting them on a shelf with my Harry Potter books, covered with pieces of paper saying they were History of Magic or Herbology 101. I desperately wanted to get a Hogwarts letter. On my 11th birthday, nothing came, but I told myself it might not come until July or so. Like so many other children that year, I was disappointed. (I have found comfort in the knowledge that I could be a witch, but since the Muggleborn register was destroyed during Voldemort’s rise, I would never have received my letter.)

I played the Sorting Hat quiz and the wand game and all the other fun things that were on the Harry Potter Warner Bros website. I remember when the website went all dark and spooky the year that Prisoner came to cinemas. I played the Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone game on my Playstation, and Chamber and Prisoner on the PS2. I still haven’t gotten past the Dementors on the Lake level. I completed the Pottermore website until it got it’s new update. I’ve been a Hufflepuff for years, and have recently convinced my entire family to find out theirs.

Harry Potter is one of only a few series that I have the ability to read time and time again, and never get bored. I watched all of the films in the cinema, and even had the first two on VHS. I loved the Cursed Child. I read it in a matter of hours, and even my partner (who says Harry Potter is “okay”) read it immediately after I put it down, and completed it in a similar timeframe.

Harry Potter to me means family. It means never being completely alone in the world. I love knowing that I have a connection with every person who’s ever read Harry Potter and found themselves hooked. I love knowing that Potterheads tend to be the most wonderful people, because we grew up with this sense of justice, and the triumph of good over evil. I love that all the Potterheads hate the very idea of Trump, because who votes for a man who is the living embodiment of Voldemort. I love the different theories people have about the Wizarding World. I love that JK Rowling apologies for a death every year.

I loved enthusing with my mum as a child over the books, and discussing the merits and flaws of the films. My sister is much younger than me, and as a result saw the films before she read the books. I remember gushing over which book she loved most, and how dare they not include S.P.E.W in the films, and wouldn’t Peeves have been so much fun.

Without Harry Potter, I wouldn’t love reading the way I do today. I would not have felt the excitement of waiting until midnight to buy something, stood with my dad in a street at 11:50pm. I wouldn’t have laughed and cried and worried and smirked and felt so triumphant. I wouldn’t have the strong sense of justice that I do today. I wouldn’t have moved on to loving Marvel and zombies and vampires. I wouldn’t have the friends I have today because I wouldn’t be the person I am today.

At the moment, I often think of a quote from the films. I am reminded of Dumbledore sat facing Harry when, for the boy in that moment, things couldn’t seem worse. “Dark and difficult times lie ahead. Soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy.” Things may be different when I look back on this article. The world may be in a different place. I don’t know if that place will be good, bad, scary, or even here. But I also think of another quote: “We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.” I think of all the Potter fans, and all the current protests going on across the world. I think of the solid unity and love that is felt throughout the planet against one person, one idea, one regime.

So to anyone reading this, who read any of the above and thought “I did that” or “I remember that”, don’t ever forget that Hogwarts is home to all of us, and that you are never alone. And never forget that there were good times, and there will be again. I promise.

~Ash~

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performingtheartsrp · 8 years ago

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We received a fantastic application for Brittany Pierce, and we’re really excited to have Akia join our family. Please take a moment to go over the New Member Checklist, and send in your account within 24 hours.

OOC:

NAME: Akia

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: She/Her

AGE: 999 and counting

TIMEZONE: CST

ACTIVITY LEVEL (1-10): 4 or 5/10. I work full time and Im in a coding bootcamp so even when I’m all be studying.

OLD ROLEPLAY ACCOUNTS: RFP

ANYTHING ELSE: RFP

IC:

CHARACTER’S NAME: Brittany Susan Pierce

CHARACTER’S BIRTHDAY: October 7th 1993

CHARACTER’S SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bicorn

SHIPS: Brittany Chemistry

ANTI-SHIPS: Brittany/Forced

MIDGAME SHIPS: Brittany/Mike, Brittany/Finn, Brittany/Tina, Brittany/Puck, Brittany/Mercedes, Brittany/Santana, Brittany/Jane, Brittany/Jake, Brittany/Dani, I mean Brittany and all the sexytimes, really. Britt has a huge heart but isn’t necessarily seeking out for a romantic relationship.

CHARACTER TWEETS: This is especially important because you’re playing a celebrity, and they will definitely be using social media.

@brittstein_bagels: Get in formation and get information!

@brittstein_bagels: My turtle is not a ninja, but I still love him. #bestMomEvah

@brittstein_bagels: Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope. - Maya Angelou

BIOGRAPHY:

When the spotlight is all you know the attention never seems strange, at least that is how things were for Brittany Susan Pierce.

One fateful day, Whitney Pierce was out shopping for ceramics for an art piece she was working on, when a poster caught her eye. “Most Beautiful Baby”? The words escaped from her throat with a quiet sigh. It was a problematic thing really, beauty pageants for babies, but as she looked down at the giggling, blonde, blue eyed, bundle of joy attached to her front, she thought ‘why not’. Her husband, unlike her, thought the idea was brilliant when she semi-jokingly brought up the contest later that night. Whitney Pierce was artist, whose work barely sold at local fairs. Pearce Pierce was an aspiring motivational speaker, but since he hadn’t done anything particularly spectacular in life, the offers for his services weren’t exactly rolling in, so he made money selling Mary Kay products. Though Pearce’s sells were surprisingly higher than most would have thought the young family’s finance were pretty unstable. Winning a contest like that could mean starting a college fund for their little one.

At the tender age of nine-months-old Brittany Pierce won over the judges with her beauty but even more so, her already bright unique personality. She won the “most beautiful baby” contest and piqued the interest of a few talent agents. One agent in particular, Estelle Leonard, impressed the Pierces a great deal with her pitch and Brittany was signed with her a week later. A string of print modeling jobs followed and those jobs opened the door to commercials. Brittany’s joy translated so clearly to the camera and casting agents loved her. She was cast in a short lived sitcom at age three. The show’s writing and overall premise wasn’t well received by audiences and only lasted a season but Britt stole every scene was a buzz began to grow. She landed a role in a summer action blockbuster as the lead actor ’s young daughter and she loved every minute of it. From then on the parts just kept coming and growing in importance with respect to the project.

Brittany loved set life. Everyone was so nice to her, she got to play make believe, and there were always treats around. The only downfall tended to be the very noticeable lack of kids around. Chatting with adults sometimes bored Britt to tears so she’d find ways of entertaining herself. Her favorites tending to be finding books on complicated subjects and figuring them out as quickly as she could, reading fantastical stories that only expanded her already large imagination, or dancing around set to whatever top forty song was on the radio at the time. Though, she was kept extremely busy, and she had a new baby sister, she missed the hole left by not having friends her own age. That all changed when six year year old Brittany Pierce landed her first main character role in the Disney Channel sitcom Life on the Wild Side. It’s six year run came to a surprising (for Brittany at least) and heartbreaking end. It was difficult saying goodbye to the family she’d collected, especially Noah.

The cancellation Life on the Wild Side did not slow things down for Brittany at all because she immediately landed a lead role in an ABC sitcom about a large blended family dealing with everyday life together. The show was an instant bonafide hit. Fame had took on a whole new level and she got a new TV family to love help with cure her sadness about the old one. Wishing on that shooting star definitely paid off.

Brittany saw the world in a unique way. There was magic everywhere and just because other people were entirely too jaded to see it didn’t mean that she couldn’t, and it certainly didn’t make her any less intelligent. In fact, Brittany had always been able to pick up everything she found interest in extremely quickly. That ranged from script lines, to dance step to complicated math equations. She spent the show’s hiatuses taking dance lessons, taking on new movie roles, and challenging her set teachers to challenge her. It became a sort of game, trying to find typical academic challenges that she couldn’t master. When Brittany was thirteen, the same year she graduated high school, one of her teachers brought in a Mensa admission test as a “farewell gift” and surprise, no surprise, Britt became a member.

After a 4 successful seasons, on Our Family, Brittany decided she needed a break. There were tears and heartfelt goodbyes, but in all honesty she was so exhausted she couldn’t think clearly most of the time. She’d decided earlier in the year that she wanted to give college a try. She wanted to experience life like most other people did, without photographers and crazy schedules and endless meetings with a bunch of old white dudes. Britt had a whole new life to look forward to.

Starting college as a famous sixteen year old was not easy, but Britt was up for the challenge. Eventually, she charmed the her fellow students and the professors. Most people liked her, though some were a bit mean, but she just chalked their cranky pants up to the fact that they probably hadn’t gotten laid in a very long time, their depression over never receiving their Hogwarts letter (she was a little sad about that herself), or plain old jealousy because it didn’t get much more awesome than her. College was over all everything she’d hoped for, even the difficult times. She had a diverse group of friends, she was learning new things about herself every day.

Brittany graduated from Stanford with an Applied and Engineering Physics degree. She felt accomplished but desperately missed performing. It had been something that tugged at her spirit for a while but she had to see that particular part of her journey she was on through. Britt moved to LA, contacted Estelle, her childhood agent and explained she was looking to get her feet wet again. While waiting to hear from Estelle, she took dance and improv classes to stretch some unused muscles. Getting the role on Performing The Arts seemed like the perfect opportunity. She’d be reentering the world of performing surrounded by newbies who were possibly as unsure as she was.

YOUR CHARACTER’S HEAD CANON FOR THEIR CHARACTER:

Olive is family oriented and very much rooted in her faith. It brings her peace knowing there is something bigger out there, a greater purpose. She isn’t preachy about it but she isn’t shy about it either if asked. She does a lot of charity with her family and her youth group, in fact, most of her time outside of school is spent doing something connected with her church. Though her faith is important to her she misses having a life outside of it. She sometimes wants to be a teen like everyone else, go to parties and waste time at the mall. It’s hard for her to express that without feeling like she is betraying her faith so she just stays on her personal path most traveled. Sometimes her frustrations with having to defend her beliefs gets to her. She generally doesn’t let the other kids get to her, but having strong beliefs can be isolating and that can be difficult to deal with. Olive is struggling with finding a balance and figuring out if she is as whole person outside of “Extra Virgin Olive Oil.”

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