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serowotonin · 4 years ago

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falling ; bakugou k.

pairing ( bakugou katsuki x fem!reader ) wordcount ( 2.4k ) genre ( fluff & basically pining )

↷ a hc-styled narrative describing the four stages bakugou katsuki goes through as he finds himself falling for you . . .

STAGE I ( impression ) ;

the first time bakugou laid eyes on you was during the entrance exam at UA.

back then, you were just another face in the crowd of faces he was going to have to beat to earn his spot in UA

the first time bakugou spoke to you wasn’t memorable to him either

like with everyone else, he was loud and rude and made it very clear he wasn’t interested in playing friends

after that you became a part of the class, just another extra, someone who’d just get in the way

that was all he thought you were…

until you kicked todoroki’s ass one day during training

the teachers had paired everyone in the class and told you to practice your 1-on-1 combat skills using your quirk

bakugou, who was paired with kirishima went first

you and todoroki were to be the last pair

despite a good effort put up by kirishima, bakugou still ended up winning that round

when it was finally yours and todoroki’s turn, bakugou paid extra attention

in his mind, he knew todoroki was powerful and someone to watch out for

but what happened was quite unexpected

you maneuvered easily through todoroki’s attacks with a combination of physical prowess and creative usage of your quirk

let’s just say his ice didn’t work on you and he was caught off guard, allowing you to snatch a win

needless to say, most of your classmates were a bit surprised at first

bakugou included

they knew you were strong but they didn’t know you were that skilled

whatever the rest of the class thought didn’t matter to bakugou though

all he knew was that now he had to keep an eye on you

STAGE II ( perspective ) ;

after that event, bakugou did indeed keep his eye on you

it started off with him observing your moves whenever the class had to do any training exercises

he saw you fight with todoroki a couple more times after that

those didn’t end in easy victory for you as it did before because todoroki was now more wary of you

however, the way you evaded and countered his attacks was something to be praised

in bakugou’s subconscious opinion at least

your moves were carefully thought out and bakugou could see that

he could see the effort and practice you had put into perfecting them

not only that, he could also see the natural talent that you had to be able to become this strong

and it wasn’t only your fighting capabilities

you were also smart

maybe he hadn’t noticed it before but he did now

you seemed to always know the answer when a teacher called on you and your grades were great

slowly, but surely, you gained respect in his eyes

if he knew one thing about you, it was that you were maybe the tiniest bit better than the other extras

for a while it stayed like this, him acknowledging you but never making it obvious and you just doing your thing

that was of course until one day in the morning before class started

mina, kirishima, and sero were talking about things as they usually were and somehow the conversation led to you

they were talking about how strong and smart you were and going on about stuff

bakugou must’ve turned his head in their direction or something but mina noticed him listening so asked him cheekily what he thought of you

“y/n? of course they’re strong. anyone could see that.”

he said that pretty loudly and didn’t seem to notice you walking into the classroom

and of course you heard

“did my ears deceive or did the bakugou katsuki just praise me?” you teased

he was pretty embarrassed, blushing and sweating a bit but trying to hide it

soon after though, class started and the ordeal was forgotten

but something about that interaction led to you and bakugou becoming closer

closer in that instead of passing the other off as another strong classmate as you usually would, you’d actually greet each other and talk

you’d say hello to him in the mornings and goodbye after school and he’d just grunt or nod your way

but this was what it meant to be close to bakugou anyway

during the weeks that passed, bakugou found himself noticing you even more

before he only paid attention to your skills and thought about you as an enemy or rival of sorts

now it seems as if he’s just noticing the little things about you and your personality that make you who you were

he wasn’t doing it on purpose god forbid

no no it was just him being unknowingly observant

weeks turned into months and months turned into years

in a blink of an eye, you were all well in your second year

with everything that happened, you and bakugou became close

close enough for you to tease him at random times and close enough for him to ask you to fight him as training

by then it was safe to say bakugou knew you

he knew the little quirks you had

he knew your different smiles, your different laughs

he knew your favorite foods and your not so favorite ones

he knew the many different little things that made you you

STAGE III ( contradiction ) ;

before the start of the third year, the class decided to have a little get-together party of sorts

to celebrate the start of their last year in high school and to catch up as everyone’s been busy with internships and whatnot

you spent the break away from tokyo so it’s been a while since you saw the rest of the class

naturally you were excited to be able to meet them all casually again before the intense studying and training that awaited you all

bakugou, on the other hand, wasn’t too excited

frankly, he could do without seeing the class before school

but when he heard you were going to be there, he also agreed to go

so there you two were with the rest of the class at a cinema buying drinks and popcorn before your movie started

the neon lights and the prospect of popcorn lit up your face and bakugou couldn’t help but stare

there was just something, something he couldn’t quite figure out

it’s not that you were beautiful, it’s not that you looked cute in that outfit, it’s not that your smile was making his heart flutter

no it wasnt any of that true though they may be

you just.. you looked nice

thats why he was staring

yeah he hasn’t seen you in a while and you come back looking *nice*

of course he would stare

anyone would

apparently you had noticed him staring though, so you sent a wink and a grin his way before turning back to the popcorn and drinks

in other words, you killed him

with ridiculously high levels of cute and nice

kirishima and sero were just watching the whole thing happen and hell was it obvious to them

their boi was falling hard

now they knew he’d never admit it and they knew you weren’t likely to do anything about his “crush” even if it was obvious to you too

so…

while bakugou was busy helping you carry your popcorn, they devised a rather devious plan

operation: jelly burst

objective? none other than to make explody boiy jealous

for what reason? no reason really it’s just fun to mess with him and this is probably the first time he’s had this big a crush

once everyone finished buying popcorn and was walking into the cinema, operation: jelly burst was put into action

“hey y/n ! come sit next to me” — sero

so you did, nothing strange bout that, sero was a good of yours anyway, nothing strange at all

bakugou moved to come sit next to you too but kiri hurried past him and sat down on your other side before he could

“oh hey bakubro didn’t see ya there sorry”

the seat kirishima stole was the last seat on the aisle

and bakugou was forced to go sit somewhere else

alone

poor guy</3

the seat he found was a few rows above yours though and all went according to the jelly burst plan

by the end of the movie, bakugou was in the foulest mood and no one, except for the 2 lads sitting on either side of y/n, knew why

operation: jelly burst didnt end there though

see they got him jelly but they haven’t gotten him to burst

the next week at school, kirishima and sero both acted really nice to you

it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary but they did talk to you just a tad bit more than usual

either way bakugou noticed big time and he did not like it

he did not like it one bit

the jelly was there alright

it was just boiling to unprecedented levels

pretty soon, the boys dumped the idea of operation: jelly burst

mainly cos it was taking too long

but also because bakugou had become at least 10x more hostile

except to you of course

for some reason, a reason absolutely no one could figure out(sarcasm intended), he was just

quiet around you

didnt yell but didnt really talk to you either

whenever anyone else, kiri and sero especially, tried to talk to him though, he’d shout louder and be a lot ruder to them

he’s just agitated

and he knew why he was that way

he’s just in denial about it

he’s also in denial about the reason why

why couldn’t he just accept his feelings and act on it already?

kirishima asked him that one day in the dorms

he saw bakugou staring very intensely straight at you without blinking for a full minute

“look man, don’t even try to tell me you don’t like y/n. it’s obvious and i’m not an idiot. you aren’t either.”

“i know shitty hair. it’s just… i’m me. and she’s y/n. nothing’s ever gonna happen.”

“you don’t know that”

“but i do. cmon, she’s just so fucking perfect even with all her flaws. and i’m just the loud guy with exploding hands and no emotions.”

kiri was surprised honestly

this wouldn’t be the first time bakugou was insecure around him but the way bakugou talked about you and how he implied he wasn’t worthy

damn that hit kirishima

“bakubro, i’m gonna help you”

STAGE IV ( intimacy ) ;

ever since he told kirishima abt what’s been bothering him about you and ever since kirishima declared he’d help, bakugou became more…

quiet

he was still loud, but he just became a soft kind of loud now(?)

it was like he got calmer and he was assured that things would be okay

of course things were not okay

why? because ever since bakugou fully accepted his feelings for you, he doesnt know how to act around you

the other day you asked him what he wanted to eat for dinner cause you were cooking tonight

his answer:

“you”

“umm..”

“-you can make anything you want. i’ll eat whatever.”

that and a lot of other little awkward incidents started occurring

also maybe it was just the weather but he always seemed red whenever you saw him

it wasn’t the weather though

it was him being shy and nervous and flustered

which made bakusquad extremely weirded out cause seeing him like that is like seeing aizawa cheerfully smiling and wearing bright color clothes

it was weird af and was just not right

anyway, mina’s advice to him was to try to get closer to you

“but we’re already close”

“no i mean closer on a personal level. ask her how her day was or ask her random stuff about her likes and dislikes or her hobbies or literally anything”

“oh… ok then”

and so he tried that

he tried getting closer to you by greeting you every morning and sometimes asking you if you slept well

you found it odd

it certainly was odd, but you didn’t mind

if you ask him why he asks about your sleep he just goes red and says he needs to make sure his opponent for his afternoon sparring session is well-rested and healthy

speaking of the sparring sessions…

he asks you to spar more often than usual and actually makes small talk during your breaks

he was also a lot nicer to you, offering to help carry stuff for you and assisting you in the little things

like getting a mug from the kitchen’s high shelves or picking up the pencil you accidentally dropped

what he did worked though and within a few weeks, the two of you got a lot closer

the next step, as mina put it, was “making sure she knew you weren’t interested in her as a friend”

now that was hard for bakugou to do

“it’s not that hard. you could just tell her.”

bakugou: ..??

“basically confess”

bakugou: wha- *shortcircuits*

CONFESSING

he never thought about that

he actually has

he knew in his mind he’d have to do it eventually if he wanted to have you

but he didn’t think it would be *this soon*

“dont think that much and just tell her you like her”

“you’re making it sound easy”

“because it is!”

he groaned internally

he’s faced tons of villains and been in quite the number of fearful situations but the fear he felt now was completely different

“look if you’re afraid of rejection just confess like this”

*sero clears throat*

“*y/n i like you and i would like to be something more than friends. i’m not going to pressure you into anything so if yoh don’t want to we can just pretend this never happened>:)”

“...”

bakugou ended up confessing the next day though

just not like that

it was a spur of a moment thing and he wasn’t really aware he said it until you responded

the two of you were sparring as usual and you had just gotten close enough to knock him down and pin him to the ground

in that moment you were just so beautiful and amazing and everything and he just couldn’t keep it in apparently

“i like you”

“w-what?”

“what?”

“did you just say you liked me?”

“like not liked dumbass”

“:o present tense o:”

well long story short, you like him too and you tell him that and you two just sit there grinning like idiots

from then on things didn’t change much

you and bakugou still talked, although maybe more than usual

and still sparred with each other, although maybe less seriously and more playfully

some were surprised when it became known you were together

some weren’t

whatever other people thought though, they couldn’t deny one thing:

bakugou looked at you as if you were the world

STAGE ∞︎ ( fallen ) .

note ; i started writing this soo long ago but then abandoned it cuz thats just me:”] bUT i decided that since its his birthday i might as well finish it up and finally post it u.u,,, also TYSM @animebsposts for helping me with this ily and ur amazing<3

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nico-nightingale · 5 years ago

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Summary: Following an accident that involved her beloved younger sister, the crown princess of Arendelle grew to believe she was born cursed. At her eleventh birthday, however, she receives the visit of a man in strange robes, who invites her to study at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This story follows Elsa’s life in Hogwarts as she discovers that magic is no curse and starts learning how to love herself.

Characters: Elsa of Arendelle, Nymphadora Tonks, Arcadia Green (OC), Adam Howard (OC)

Rating: T (ages 13 and up)

Also found on: ff.net, ao3, wattpad

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. Frozen belongs to Disney. The cover photo belongs to nico benedickt and the font belongs to naharstd.

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Chapter III: Practiced Detachment

The first night at Hogwarts was much harder than Elsa had first expected. As tired as she was by the end of the feast, it was difficult to fall asleep surrounded by people she hadn't known before that day, in a bed that was too small and hard in comparison to the one she used to have in Arendelle. The princess hadn't thought of herself as spoiled before, but she realized at that night that she was too used to having the best of everything.

However, it was her fears that kept Elsa awake for the most part of the night. Sometimes, when she had a nasty nightmare, her powers would come alive during her sleep, but it hadn't been an issue even after the accident since Anna got her own bedroom. If she did lose control this time, though, not only her classmates would find out about her powers even before the classes started, but there was a possibility of her accidentally hurting someone.

When Elsa's brain finally shut out of exhaustion and she fell into a dreamless sleep, it was to be awakened by the noise around her only a few hours later. Having slept through a short amount of time after such a stressful day, the princess considered for a moment skipping the first morning of classes. It wasn't like she would stay in the school for long enough to face the academic consequences, and she doubted the teachers would notice her absence when there were so many students.

It was the notion that her parents would be disappointed in her that dragged Elsa out of bed once her roommates finally exited the dormitory and the noise around her died. The princess had heard her father say once that since the royals' behavior in foreign land reflected the image of the entire country, it was her duty to behave. The last thing the girl wanted was to embarrass her parents and stain people's perception of Arendelle.

The loud environment of the Great Hall almost caused Elsa to forget breakfast and go hide somewhere empty and quiet until it was time to head her first class. It would be unwise to go through her lessons tired and hungry, however. Not only it would be impossible to learn something in such a state, but it also would drag the day endlessly. In addition to that, she assumed that the Great Hall would always be that crowded in the morning and, even though she would not have to endure it for long, losing a meal for what could be weeks was a bad idea.

Although Elsa sat as far away from the other students as possible, the noise and number of people—as well as her fatigue—made the notion of eating unpleasant to her stomach. It didn't help that the British breakfast was composed of heavy dishes such as sausage, eggs, and bacon, which made the princess wondered how they could get anything done in the morning when they had such a heavy meal.

Ignoring her astonishment over the British choice of food, the disgust caused by her lack of hunger, as well as trying to shield herself from the noise by pretending that she was alone, Elsa helped herself with milk and toast. Hopefully, it would be enough to get her through the morning activities and, at lunch, she would be able to figure out a time when the Great Hall wasn't as crowded as it was at that moment.

The princess was chewing her toast when she heard someone calling her name. Much to her astonishment, it was one of the fifth years who had shown the new students the way to the Hufflepuff common room in the previous night. Did older students often interact with the younger ones? What was the name of the girl, again? She had been too distracted by her exhaustion and the scenario around her to pay attention to her introduction back then.

"Huh, hi—" Elsa greeted her once she swallowed her toast, hoping that the girl wouldn't question why she was alone or, worst, ask to join her. If eating on her own had been already difficult, the princess couldn't even imagine how bad it would be to do it while trying to make conversation with a much older student.

Much to her relief, the girl didn't sit and appeared to be somewhat in a hurry. "'Morning. So, I got your schedule here," she announced with a broad smile, handing a paper to Elsa. "Since it's your first year, it has the school's map attached so you can find the classrooms. The castle is kind of confusing sometimes, though; so, until you get used to it, you shouldn't wait for the last minute to leave for class."

Since the girl seemed to be waiting for an answer, Elsa nodded. "Okay. I will go ahead, as soon as I finish breakfast," she told the other slowly, taking care to phrase it correctly. The princess had known from the beginning that the language would be an issue at first, but she hadn't expected how having to think about every single word she said could be exhausting. Hopefully, people would not talk much to her.

The girl watched Elsa with a level of curiosity that the princess was sure to be caused by her strong accent—and, perhaps, her phrasing hadn't been as good as she had thought it would have. Both her parents and Dumbledore had warned her that Hogwarts rarely accepted students from outside Great Britain, something that had become evident by the way the other students looked at her every time they realized she wasn't a native speaker.

"Well— huh— if you need anything, you can ask me or Mitchell. That's what we're here for," she said with a smile, talking in what seemed to be a slightly slower pace than before. De tror jeg er dum. Although Elsa had thought before that she had nothing to prove to these people, the notion that they might start acting or talking to her as if she was stupid made her both embarrassed and sad.

At home, her tutors had always told her she was smart, complimenting how fast she learned most of the subjects they taught. Her dancing instructor had said she was one of his finest young students. Jens, the old man who taught her math and geography, had told her, once, that she had what it took to become a great mathematician or engineer. Even Gerda, her nanny, had praised her practice of the royal etiquette and diplomacy during a playdate with the daughters of her father's Council members. Were they only saying it because she would be, one day, their Queen? For a reason, that possibility hurt.

Fortunately, the older Hufflepuff girl was in such a hurry that she left as soon as Elsa nodded in a sign that she had understood, paying no attention to the shift in her mood. Realizing a thin layer of ice covering the half-eaten toast she had been holding, the princess placed it back on her plate and took the cup of milk in her hands. What their tutors at home and the other students at Hogwarts thought about her didn't matter, she tried convincing herself as she solved the hot drink. Being Queen was the only thing she needed to be good at and, hopefully, there would be decades before she had to worry about that.

Making an effort to change the direction of her thoughts to something more productive, Elsa turned her eyes to the piece of paper the girl had handed to her. According to it, her classes in the morning would be Herbology with Professor Sprout, the Head of Hufflepuff, and History of Magic with Professor Binns. Then, during the afternoon, there would be double Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall.

Elsa was hopeful that none of this would entail the use of a wand. Between her natural ability to conjure magic without one and her hesitation in doing so, the repercussions of being forced to cast spells were unpredictable. In truth, the girl had been hoping she would be able to avoid it until she was withdrawn from Hogwarts—not that there was a big probability of it actually happening since studying magic most likely require doing magic.

Herbology, she knew, was the study of magical plants and their properties. Elsa had read the textbook and realized that, in rare cases, the care for some of the plants required the use of spells. It was unlikely, however, that she would be required to use her wand at the beginning of her first year since those species were between the most dangerous covered by the book.

History of Magic, on the other hand, was purely theoretical. The textbook was, by far, the one that had interested Elsa the most since it contained the history of witches and wizards that preceded her time. While it was discouraging since she had found no one who was able to do the kind of magic she did, it served as a reminder that she was probably not alone. After all, one book, as good as it was, could not cover thousands of years of history. There were definitely others that covered the subject, so, there was still hope that she would be able to find witches and wizards like her if she looked closely enough.

Mostly, however, Elsa was worried about the Transfiguration class since it was the second most practical subject covered in her curriculum—only behind Charms. Each chapter of her textbook was composed of a theoretical part and a practical one. She had no doubt that if she was not required to perform magic that day, she would in the next class. It would be hard to get away from doing it, but, even in the worst-case scenario, the girl would still have the entire morning to figure out an excuse.

Knowing that she didn't have the stomach to eat any more solid food, Elsa swallowed the rest of her milk and followed to the dormitories to get the material required for that day's classes. The girl didn't find many people in her way in or out of her common room since most of the other students were still having breakfast or talking to her friends in the corridors. Her dormitory was, thankfully, also empty.

Following the advice given to her, Elsa just picked the stuff she would need and headed straight to the greenhouse. What she hadn't expected was to get there in a matter of fifteen minutes. Since the classroom wasn't inside the castle, it had been easy enough to be found. The princess was, therefore, the very first student to arrive there, almost forty minutes before the time the class was to be started.

Professor Sprout was already sitting by her desk, enjoying one last cup of tea, as Elsa entered and headed to a table in the middle of the classroom. The girl was aware of the teacher's eyes on her, but didn't look up in an attempt to avoid conversation. Not only talking in English was tiresome, but she also didn't want the teacher poking around.

It was a hopeless affair, however. By the princess' observations, it seemed that arriving early and alone was unusual even during the first day at school and uncommon behaviors were something even her tutors had been forced to take notice of. "You are early today, Miss Kyrre," there was kindness in the woman's voice and the hint of a question Elsa dreaded to be forced to answer: are you okay?

"I— I am sorry, ma'am—?" Even the princess was aware that it wasn't the proper way to answer the teacher. She hadn't done anything wrong since being early was hardly an academic issue. What else could she have said, however? Trying to control her breath to keep her anxiety at bay, Elsa busied herself getting her book, parchments and a fountain pen—a gift from her father, since writing with a quill had sounded too ridiculous to her—from her bag.

"Are you well, my dear?" The teacher's voice was dangerously close, startling Elsa to the point that she unconsciously looked up to meet the woman's eyes. Like her voice, they were warm and kind—what else would one expect from the Head of Hufflepuff?—, but Elsa felt nothing but fright at the notion that someone was this close to her. "I realize this may be more difficult for you than it is to the others, considering the cultural and language barriers."

The princess opened her mouth to reply, her face painted in a deep shade of pink, but no sound came from it. In an attempt to find her voice, she turned her eyes away and let a deep sigh escape. It was only after regaining her composure that Elsa opened her mouth again, "I am fine," as terrible the lie was, the girl hoped her teacher would let this go and leave her be. "It is not much difficult to follow people speech and food is good," the girl completed, trying to make her words closer to the truth.

"I see," Professor Sprout sounded unconvinced by her answer and, for one moment, the girl thought she would ask how things were actually going and what was in her mind. To Elsa's immense relief, however, the teacher decided against pressing that matter any further, "you know you can come to me if you have any trouble at all, don't you?"

The words were very similar to the ones said by the girl who had handed her the schedule and school's map, but they made much more sense coming from a teacher. They were, after all, some of ones responsible for the students' well-being when they were at school. So, although her voice was low and weak, Elsa was speaking the truth when she nodded and replied: "I know, ma'am."

There was a smile on the woman's voice when Elsa heard her next words, "you don't worry, dear, there will be plenty of time for you to make friends. Here in Hogwarts, most of the classes involve at least a level of teamwork." The last part only served to make the princess even more nervous. What had been intended to be an encouragement was received as a promise, almost a threat: you are going to make friends, or else you will fail.

Jeg vil gå hjem, vær så snill. A part of Elsa knew how unreasonable that line of thought was since professor Sprout had been nothing but kind to her, but a much bigger part was terrified. She wondered if the teachers weren't much different from her parents, who had been voicing for the past three years their desire to reunite her with Anna, trying to convince her that the accident had been nothing but that, and her powers weren't as dangerous as she feared. How could she not be afraid, though, when she had so easily harmed the person she loved the most?

Much to her horror, Elsa felt the teacher's hand on her back and, looking up, realized that the woman had sat beside her. Instantly, the air around them grew cold and a thin layer of ice started covering the surface of the desk around her fingers. "Ikke ta på meg!" The girl recoiled from the woman's touch as snow started falling over them and the ice covered the plant placed in front of them.

It was the startled expression in professor Sprout's face that caused Elsa to follow her gaze toward the plant and recoil her hands in a haste. Much to the girl's surprise, however, the woman simply fished her wand from her pocket and whispered a spell that seemed to instantly warm the area surrounding them, melting the ice and snow. Far from hurt, the plant seemed to enjoy the extra dose of water and heat it received.

"Er det— are it— is it okay?" As she was rather astonished, the idea of speaking perfect English was as unthinkable as she looked up to meet the eyes that once again Elsa felt on her. At that point, she was so amazed by the magic performed by professor Sprout and relieved that no harm had come to the plant that the princess not only forgot how to use the language, but also to feel embarrassed about her outburst and scared of the consequences of her doings for herself.

"It is fine," the teacher's voice was both amused and worried, but she was prevented from elaborating when a group of four Hufflepuff boys arrived in the classroom, making the teacher's focus shift for the seconds it took for her to welcome each and every one of them in her class. One by one, they sat by the table beside Elsa's, sending curious glances towards the girl and the professor.

When her eyes turned back toward Elsa, professor Sprout was once again smiling. "I'd like to have a little chat with you after your classes today, if you don't mind. Don't worry, dear, you're not in trouble—" the teacher added quickly at the sight of panic in the girl's eyes. "I figure there's plenty for us to discuss about your adjustment to being in Hogwarts, but I am confident you know now that we can fix small accidents—?"

Although concerned despite the teacher's reassurance, the girl nodded to keep her from saying more in front of the boys, who were watching them with growing curiosity. That accident, however, had been nothing in comparison to what had happened to Anna; the fact that the woman had been able to fix a plant in a matter of seconds didn't mean she would be equally able to heal one of the students if Elsa lost control over her magic.

"I will be waiting for you here at 7, then, right after supper." After seeing Elsa nodding once again, the teacher headed back to her table. The girl, on the other hand, focused on controlling her breath to keep her powers from manifesting again. Although the teacher had told her she was not in trouble at that moment, the princess wondered if she wouldn't get into some before the day ended.

Elsa had convinced herself to hide somewhere empty and skip the following classes when she felt people sitting around her. Looking up from her hands, the girl realized that Tonks, Adie, and a Hufflepuff boy had decided to share a table with her. "Wotcher, Elsa," the pink-haired girl said, sitting beside her with a broad smile of excitement. She had, the princess noticed, kept a good distance between their bodies, something that made her sigh in relief.

"Whoa! Is this a Meisterstück 149? Those are like— the best fountain pen in the world!" The boy sitting in front of her declared in excitement before Adie could add a greeting to Tonks'. Despite the concerns haunting her mind, Elsa was proud of herself when she realized that, although he had spoken very quickly, she had understood most of the words and the meaning of what he had said. "How did you even get one of these? Can I test it? I promise I will be careful."

The expression of wonder in his eyes made the girl giggle in amusement. Her hands were trembling in anxiety, she handed the fountain pen to him. "My Pappa gave it to me," Elsa explained in a soft voice, trying not to call people's attention to herself. The boy, however, was too busy looking for a parchment so he could test the pen to pay attention to what she was saying.

Tonks and Adie exchanged a gaze and sighed in unison, before turning again to Elsa. "This oaf's name is Adam," said Adie, poking the boy with her elbow, who looked up in annoyance as Tonks cracked into laughter. "Don't muggles introduce themselves before asking to borrow school supplies from their classmates?"

"Oh, er— sorry about that— I'm Adam— Howard," the boy cleared his throat, uncomfortable. "Adam Howard, I mean. It's just that— my father is a writer and he's obsessed with these pens, but he would never let me borrow his and I've always wondered— you know— how it felt to write using one." The boy's face was completely pink once he finished his explanation, which made both Tonks and Adie giggle softly.

"It's okay. You can use it in class," Elsa herself couldn't understand why the other girls were laughing, but she was too busy trying to figure out how to say what she wanted in English to give it much of a thought. "I will use my— the other." The girl mentally cursed her lack of vocabulary as she busied herself trying to find a much less expensive fountain pen she had often used to do her favorite math exercises at home.

The boy was in silence for a few seconds, astonished, before replying enthusiastically, "thank you!" Elsa smiled shyly in response, but Adam wasn't paying attention to her anymore, too busy doodling the Sorting Hat on a piece of parchment. "This pen is incredible! I feel I could draw anything with it," he said to the girls, his face still filled with wonder.

Shaking her head, Adie turned to Elsa. "Is this sort of quill a muggle thing?" She asked with curiosity. Muggle. That was a strange word that no one had bothered to explain to the princess, but, even before the feast in the previous day, she had deduced it was how witches and wizards referred to magical people. Muggles were non-magical people, muggle-born were the people with muggle parents.

Before Elsa could think about the question, however, Tonks was already answering it, "yeah, my dad always says no quill can replicate the simplicity of a good muggle pen." She chuckled at that, finding it amusing. The princess, however, couldn't help but agree with Tonks' father; quills were not only extravagant, but also impractical. The few times she had tried getting used to them, it was just to soon give up— a pen felt much more comfortable on her hand.

Adie giggled with Tonks before turning to face Elsa, "anyway, you should have joined us for the breakfast." The words were said in such a light tone that it was obvious that she wasn't offended, but actually curious. Despite that, the princess was somewhat taken aback, unsure of how to respond to that late invitation—she wondered if the other girls would be offended if she still refused to sit with them in the next day. The whole experience of keeping to herself while she was at Hogwarts was becoming more and more difficult.

Elsa looked from Adie to Tonks, sending her a pleading gaze as the mere thought; justifying her actions in English was too exhaustive at that moment. The pink-haired had been perceptive and empathetic in the previous night, noticing that she had wanted to be left alone; so, the princess was hopeful that she would be helpful once again. Much to her relief, the girl took the clue: "I'm sure Elsa knows she could come to sit with us, but I wouldn't advise if you mind people stealing the food in your plate every ten seconds," Tonks giggled, teasing Adie, and smirked at Elsa in an invitation for her to join them in the joke.

Elsa looked toward Adie, worried that she was offended by Tonks' words, but the girl was also laughing softly. In such a light atmosphere, she couldn't help but nervously smile. Being empathetic and kind was a Hufflepuff trait and, as different as their approaches were, the two girls were respectful towards the princess' anxious behavior. Whenever the pink-haired came to her rescue, the other blonde would take the hint and stop pushing her.

Despite their similar positive attitude toward Elsa, their personalities were very distinct. While one was inquisitive, curious, and reckless—very similar to Anna, indeed—, the other had a playful nature, but was careful not to step into anyone's boundaries, intervening and coming to rescue every time the princess found herself in a situation that made her nervous. Despite her resistance to make friends, Elsa liked both of the girls and found herself wanting to get to know them better.

On the other hand, Adam was a mystery to her. Since they hadn't talked during the feast on the previous night, the other two girls probably had made acquaintances with him during that morning. The trio joked as if they hadn't been strangers before yesterday had started, but had actually known each other for a long time. If it was the case, though, why wouldn't they have talked to each other the night before?

Coming from a world of ceremony and careful approaches, where one single word could cause great harm, the notion of becoming such fast friends with someone was odd to Elsa. If her powers weren't an issue and she had been willing to remain in the castle for the seven-year course, the princess would have found herself wishing to stay close to that group and learn about how to be more like them. Considering, however, that Elsa was not willing to learn magic, it was unwise to befriend them since, even if she managed not to hurt them with her powers, she would miss them after she was gone.

As the princess fought her own thoughts, struggling with her own convictions, the girls resumed their chat and allowed her some time for herself. Even then, they were still respecting her boundaries. Elsa only hoped that the teacher would start the class soon; as the seconds passed, more and more students were arriving, turning the new environment quite crowded and loud. If the uniforms were any indication, they would be sharing the class with the Gryffindor students.

After a few minutes, she looked up to see if professor Sprout was about to start the class and found the teacher's eyes traveling between the classroom and the piece of paper on her desk. When their eyes met, a few seconds later, Elsa received a reassuring smile from her and a head-gesture that the girl was sure meant to be a request for her to try and talk to her classmates. Unwilling to do it, though, she turned away and started searching through her book for the plant in front of them.

That day, apparently, they would be studying Moly, an herb that, according to her book, had been first registered by the Ancient Greek poet Homer on his Odyssey. Elsa had read an adapted version of his work and, as she saw the story mentioned in her textbook, she was able to visualize the page where the plant had figured. It had been a gift from Hermes to protect the novel's hero, Odysseus, against the magic of the sorceress Circe.

Apparently, there was truth in the story since Moly was, indeed, consumed by witched wizards to counteract certain enchantments or used as a potion ingredient in order to cure minor injuries. It made Elsa wonder how many legends and tales from the non-magical world had a magical background; one more thing she would never know entirely.

Elsa was so distracted by the information about the plant in front of her that she only realized professor Sprout had stood up and was about starting the lesson once the classroom went silent. Raising her eyes, she realized everyone was paying attention to the teacher, seeming to be excited to start learning some magic even though that class would hardly involve casting spells.

Observant, Elsa took her pen and started writing on the rough parchment surface, wishing she had some white paper—soother and much more comfortable to write on. Her mother, the girl remembered, loved to work on her private garden within the castle's gates; her favorite flower was the star-shaped flower called Menyanthes trifoliata, which is said to have properties to help to treat insomnia. What she liked the most to plant, however, were fruits and vegetables, often taken to the kitchens whenever the Queen was in the mood to prepare a meal for her children.

The memory of her mother kneeled down on the ground and with her hands deep into the soil brought some warmth to Elsa's chest. In a complete resolution, she turned to pay attention to the class, decided about absorbing as much as possible so she could write it to her mother; perhaps, if the girl was able to learn enough about them, her mother would be able to grow some magical plants in her little garden, maybe these plants could create some new medicines to help to treat unknown illnesses.

Ignoring the fact that she was surrounded by other children, Elsa's eyes only traveled from professor Sprout to her paper and vice versa. Unconsciously, a smile started growing on her lips as she concentrated and thought, turning full on what her father had once called a "scholar-mood".

The thirsty for knowledge won over her anxiety and, for the next one-and-a-half hour, the crown princess was at peace.

#frozen fic #harry potter fic #harry potter au #frozen au #elsa of arendelle #nymphadora tonks #arcadia green #adam howard #pomona sprout #the others #my fanfics

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