#Jonathan is Ravenclaw

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

TERROR ANIMUS

KINKTOBER DAY 23 - HOGWARTS AU WITH JONATHAN CRANE

Pairing.| Jonathan Crane x fem!reader

Summary.| There is no one that you despise more than the arrogant Ravenclaw know-it-all who goes by the name Jonathan Crane. But his fascination with you is more dangerous than it seems.

Warnings.| Dubcon, noncon, spell casting, fear toxin but make it magical, p in v, fingering, blackmail, you're both 18.

Word count.| 5k

Notes.| I'm not the best with my Hogwarts knowledge, but this was actually really fun to write and its just an au.

Typically, Gryffindors and Slytherins would be arch nemesis’ within the grand Hogwarts walls. However, over the years of your schooling, you’d seem to have grown an enemy of your own, wrapped in a Ravenclaw cloak and tie. His exasperation had seemed to grow on you like mold, being in his presence soured your mood immediately. 

Jonathan Crane could almost be mistaken for a Slytherin, given the fact that he is a slithering snake. He found great joy in others misfortunes, the greatest in yours, so you made it your ambition to never fail around him. He was an outsider in between these historical grand halls, ambitious in being better than everyone else in the room, his intelligence was undeniable and curiosity of his strength and power would soon be your ruining. 

It was all because he had a fascination with you, one that he perfectly disguised as loathing. Jonathan was never interested in the sporting scene, but he would go out of his way to watch your quidditch games, in high hopes that you'd humiliate yourself. But Jonathan always seemed to be the one disappointed as he strided out of the stadium whilst you’d have everyone cheering for you. 

“What are you staring at Crane?” you grumbled, your face directed to your professor. 

You could feel his dark eyes burn your skin from beside you, coincidently, your professor set a sitting arrangement in hopes of improving the overall grades on average. Jonathan snorted and fixed his tie, your professor continued on with the lecture. 

“Nothing of much importance” he spat out under his breath. 

Your eyes snapped to him, you gave him an intimidating glare, but your looks always went unphased by him. In fact, your enemy smirked at you, his hips shifted underneath the wooden table. 

“If you look at me again, I’ll hex you, capeesh?” you warned in a stern tone. 

“Loud and clear” Jonathan rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the lecture. 

But Jonathan would find other ways to get under your skin, it was biased, you knew it, all he had to do was breathe a tad heavier than usual to get your blood to boil. A mental grin grew on his lips as he felt your body shift in your seat, the sound of your heavy inhale through your nose increased, the way your pen tapped firmly on the benchtop. One time you caused a scene in class merely because he asked how your day was going. You found yourself counting down the time, the words of your professor fell deaf on your ears, the only sound you focused on was the ticks of the ancient clock. 

As class was dismissed, you abruptly stood up and gathered your belongings in a rushed formation. Jonathan smiled innocently at you, but felt a slight bounce of anger as you ignored him completely, he wanted you to acknowledge how badly he loved to irritate you. 

Your anger quickly mellowed out as you felt a firm arm wrap over your shoulders. As you looked up, you smiled softly, Justin Helga, only the most popular boy in Gryffindor house. Usually, you stayed loyal to your Slytherin house, but you made an exception for him. Justin was dreamy, confident, genuine and thoughtful. His appearance was conventionally perfect, he was tall, dark, broad and had a flashing smile. You’d been dating only for a couple of weeks, you were both keeping it lowkey and focused on your studies as primary. But you couldn’t be helped to be smitten by the boy with a lion heart. 

As Jonathan exited the classroom, he managed to pick you out immediately through the pool of students. His jaw clenched, blue eyes twitched as he watched Justin put his slimy paws all over you. Jonathan muttered under his breath, his hand trailed over an old book locked in his arm before he spun his heel and strode off in the opposite direction. 

It was late at night, you hid in your corner of the library, several books open and your hand jotted your thoughts away. The library was always quiet at this time, but when your eyes wandered up, you locked eyes with a familiar set of blue eyes. Jonathan smiled at you, he sat alone also, he always sat alone regardless, but he couldn’t help but to watch you. 

Most of the students were off on break, welcomed back by their loving parents with open arms. But you always remained at Hogwarts, your parents would use the excuse that you needed to focus on your studies. Yet a blind man could see how much of a burden you were in your parents eyes. Jonathan also stayed most breaks as well, you just never cared enough to know why. 

Shortly after, Jonathan stood up and walked towards you, his footsteps echoed throughout the hall. Your body stiffened as you returned your focus to your work, he always wanted to ruin your day, he seemed to get off to it. 

“Can I join you?” Jonathan grinned, his posture cocky. 

You huffed out and immediately slammed your book shut, not caring if you’d get in trouble for breaking the rules. Jonathan whispered your name as you tried to walk past him. 

“What is it Jonathan?” you hissed lightly. 

“You don’t need to hate me so badly, you know?” he responded quietly, but his eyes were loud. 

You frowned towards him, you looked him up and down. Was this him being humorous? 

“Pardon?” you replied bluntly. 

“It’s our last year of school… Do you have enough space for all of this loathing towards me?” Jonathan asked slowly as he leant closer to you. Your head jolted back. 

“You’re pulling a trick on me” you scoffed, but Jonathan shook his head immediately. 

“No, no… It’s just that, I see you here almost every holiday break, who knows, maybe we aren’t so different after all?” Jonathan explained with a raised brow, his fingers taped onto his books. 

Your eyes narrowed towards him, he didn’t smile at you but his expression seemed sweet, genuine. Eventually, you sighed out in defeat and bobbed your head. 

“Are you not welcome home also?” you asked softly, vulnerably. 

“You could say that” Jonathan nodded, his pain flashed through his eyes just like yours would.

A soft sigh left your lips, suddenly you felt bad for him. Even though you always saw him, well tried to ignore him, you wonder why you never wondered why he was here too. Maybe because you assumed he merely wanted to piss you off more. 

“So, can I join you?” Jonathan grinned. 

“No speaking allowed” you warned, a stern expression locked on. 

Jonathan chuckled and sat down opposite you. Every so often, you’d look up, glance at him for only a moment. It was like he could hear you, cause his eyes would dart up, quickly followed up with a grin. The focus on your studies seemed to fade, were his eyes always that blue?

Over the days, you found yourself actually getting along with Jonathan and it felt skeptical. Now, it’s not like you’d tell him your darkest secret, but you could make small talk without wanting to rip his throat out. Not that there was ever much talking, but his presence was nice, it was different. Only sometimes did his appearance frustrate you.

Jonathan was kinder than it seemed, he’d help you out if you ever needed it, not that you’d ever admit that you did indeed need it. Casually, you’d just sit besides each other in the library, courtyards and dining hall. Sometimes you’d get so into conversation that the grin was non-wipeable, even earning a genuine laugh from one another. Whenever small, innocent things like your hands brushing against one another, you’d feel like sparks of electricity run through you. You’d wonder if he felt it too before you blocked that thought out of your head. 

Jonathan Crane was an enigma. His interest in fear was concerning, yet by the way that he explained it, you couldn’t help but to be intrigued in his theories. Sometimes you’d notice Jonathan walking tall throughout the halls. You’d try to follow after him but felt eerie whenever he’d disappear into the woods. It was better not to know, you didn’t care anyways, remember that. 

It wasn’t until the last night of break where you both sat in one of the courtyards. You were both mindlessly talking about each other's thoughts and dreams. Somehow your bodies had inched closer and closer together. It wasn’t until Jonathan made you jokingly smack his shoulder that you realized how near you were.

The laughter quickly died, you both looked into one another's eyes. Your heart pounded in your chest, lower lip begging to be bit onto. Jonathan whispered your name, his hand slowly snaked up to your flustered cheek. His touch was melting at your skin, right as he leaned in to kiss you, the sound of two professors laughing echoed as they walked past nearby. You flew away from him, flashing your mentors a forced smile, Jonathan muttered under his breath. As Jonathan looked over to you, his eyes narrowed with how quickly you were on your feet. 

“Where are you going?” he questioned. 

“It’s late and getting cold” you sighed, avoiding his gaze. 

Jonathan stood up and blocked your path as you tried to slip past him. He whispered your name once more, you hated how sweet it sounded on his tongue. When you ignored him, he repeated himself more firmly. It seemed he had to grip onto your forearms to grab your attention.

“This is wrong” you admitted, finally looking him in the eyes. 

“Wrong? All because our bickering over the years actually meant something more meaningful sweetheart?” Jonathan spoke quietly, gently. His eyes tried to plead with you but you were ignoring him like a sickness.

“This doesn’t mean anything” you objected arrogantly.

“Stop being stubborn sweetheart, I won’t tease you for it” Jonathan assured, blue eyes wide with honesty as he slowly closed into you. “I want you, please” he confessed, begging for you. 

You’ve never seen him beg before. Never seen him so vulnerable, helpless, submissive. His thumbs drew circles as he swallowed the lump in his throat. Your emotions screamed for you to let your guard down, but your pride had thrown away the key. 

You snatched your arms free before any regretful actions could course through. “Goodnight Jonathan” you farewelled without looking into his eyes again. Jonathan watched you flee, his hands resisted to form into fists and jaw twitched from the humiliating rejection.

As the students returned to Hogwarts, so did your neglectful behavior to Jonathan. Your little holiday had to remain in the dark, your friends couldn’t know that you were managing to get along with a particular Ravenclaw. They’d give you so much shit for it, you’ve already expressed him to be a living plague. 

You sat on the balcony with your friends after a long day of schooling. Your mind was zoning out with him still on your mind. They were all talking about their fantastic school break, the trips they took and mischief they got up to. The thought of going back home after graduation stressed you out. You couldn’t wait to be free from everyone. 

Evie called your name, you blinked back to reality, your brows furrowed as you looked at her. All of the girls were grinning towards you. “Here comes your boyfriend” she giggled obnoxiously. 

Your eyes darted over to Jonathan, typically he was striding like he had somewhere important to be. His entire pompous and narcissistic aura soured your mood immediately. Of course, he was heading your way, in front of all of your friends. 

“Come on, do it” Lavender egged on. 

“What?” you glowered. 

“Pull the trip jinx on him” Evie explained, her hands waved around in contribution.

“That was only a joke” you muttered. 

You’d rant about wanting to embarrass him, constantly. Always would you say about pulling the trip jinx on him, just for all of you to laugh at him, bruise that massive ego of his. But, now that he had some dirt on you, you couldn’t even think of doing that. 

“Don’t be a chicken, do it!” Flu chimed in, a frustrated expression on her. 

Your eyes darted over at him, he was looking right at you, a wicked grin on his lips. His footsteps became louder as he approached you. Mentally, sweat was rolling down your skin, you forced your sight away from him. 

“No” you said sternly. 

Everyone sighed heavily, but Evie had this menacing look on. Right as Jonathan proudly walked in between all of you, his eyes locked onto yours, Evie drew her wand from her cloak. Your eyes widened as you saw her raise it in the corner of your eye. 

“Offendo!” Evie shouted as she casted the spell. 

Swiftly, Jonathan tripped onto the stone flooring, he grunted out in pain, his belongings scattered everywhere. Everyone bursted into a fit of laughter, you sat there silently, your throat tightened. His blue eyes shot up to you, waiting for you to do something, anything. But you didn’t, it was clear where your loyalties lied. 

“On your knees for her as per usual, right Crane?” Lavender insulted, a disgusting grin on her lips. 

“In his dreams” Flu snorted. 

“Careful, he might use a love potion on you” Evie joked, as she tiptoed around his books over to you. 

The way he was shooting daggers at you pissed you off. Why was he staring at you like this was your fault, your doings? Your brows scrunched together, fists tightened as he continued to stare at you, surprisingly no words leaving his lips. 

“What did I say about looking at me, you nitwit” you hissed. 

Jonathan lightly laughed and moved up onto his knees. His hands rested on his hips as he looked you up and down, your breathing hitched everytime he looked at you that way. 

“Was just curious about what the boys said about you! A slyth-slut indeed!” Jonathan pronounced proudly. 

Even if they wanted to stop you, the speed you charged at was impressive. Before Jonathan could react, you pinned him to the ground, your hips straddled his, your fist crashed into his jaw. The girls laughed and cheered you on, effortlessly, you held Jonathan to the floor, his legs squirm underneath you as the girls threw insults at him. 

“Next time I’ll break your jaw, capeesh?” you threatened, your anger unleashed. 

But Jonathan only smirked at you, his hips rolled against yours, you shuddered at the sparks of friction and leaped off of him. As your eyes remained glued to one another, you tried to decipher Jonathan’s expression. It was a mixture of anger, excitement, betrayal and, you prayed you got this one wrong, but lust. 

A professor called out your name, your head shot into her direction. Swearing under your breath, she strided over to you all. With a few disappointing words echoed, she wrapped her hand around your bicep and tugged you away from the others. 

“Oh it wasn’t her fault, Professor! He called her a slut!” Evie objected, but her words fell deaf. Your head snapped back, Jonathan was still watching you from the ground, his legs wide apart as he smirked towards you. 

The loyalty inside of you forced you to take the fall for Evie’s harmless spell. You were internally suspended for two days and had to write a sincere apology to Jonathan. But the worst punishment was a lengthy phone call with your parents. Everytime you hoped to put down the phone, their verbal abuse continued on. A disappointment you were, you needed to control your wild anger, apparently. The fuel of hatred towards Jonathan was reignited at full power, you could rip him to shreds. 

The next week, Jonathan and yourself seemed to ignore one another's existence completely. It was contradicting, you were relieved that you didn’t have to hear his irritating voice a little more. Yet found it infuriating that he wouldn’t acknowledge your existence. Sometimes you felt the urge to apologize, but when you took a quick glance at him, those thoughts vanished. 

The week after, you smiled gleefully at the note slipped underneath your door. Justin’s handwriting was perfect. You found yourself kicking your feet off of the end of the bed as you read it over and over again.

You’re the color of green

Your beauty dances like leaves in the wind

You fuel my sweet nature

My luck has struck with you

Meet me in the old theater room at 8pm x

Justin

The poem was cheesy without doubt. But you didn’t care, it was romantic gestures like these that always made your heart swoon. You hid the note and rushed to the bathroom to get ready. The grin on your lips couldn’t be wiped off, thankfully you were alone for no nosy snakes to interrogate you.

You slithered your way out of your common room. The cloak remained over your head as you rushed to the fourth floor. There weren't many lurking around in these areas, but you couldn’t help but to feel a rush of excitement surge through you. 

With your head poking in both directions, you opened the door and slipped into the theater. The room was dark, you raised your wand and the candles turned lit. But the room was empty, cold and honestly, it felt slightly off. It was exactly eight, but Justin seemed to be nowhere in sight. You slowly stepped down towards the stage, your eyes lingered over the empty rows of seats, your anxiety came together in your stomach. 

The footsteps you heard were all too familiar. Your brows scrunched as he came into sight on the stage. As you observed Jonathan, your eyes widened and fists formed, of course this was a stupid ploy from him. There were no words you could form, but your anger brewed and Jonathan found amusement from it. 

“You really are easy, huh?” Jonathan joked, your silence was his glory. “Can I tell you a secret?” Jonathan asked, his voice echoed throughout the room. 

“What? You’re a fucking creep?” you insulted, arms crossed over your chest.

“I’ve come across a book of spells, far too dangerous to be taught within these school grounds” Jonathan disclosed, his arms raised wide as if it was something to be proud of. 

“You seem to be the one with the tongue of a snake” you snarled. “You’re such a freak! You know that right!” you shouted, veins popped out. 

The anger was uncontrollable, you wanted to abuse him in every way possible at this moment. Jonathan laughed and jumped off the stage, his hands rested on his hips as he walked towards you. You continued on, calling him every name in the book. With how caught up you were in your anger, you didn’t notice him close the distance inbetween you too. 

Jonathan wrapped his arms around you and kissed you passionately, his tongue slipped to the back of your throat. At first, your body accepted the kiss but you managed to shove him off of you and slapped him across the cheek. The strike echoed, redness pulsed over his skin as he smirked towards you. 

“You’re a pig” you spat before you spun your heel and stormed towards the exit. 

“I’ll only tell you to stop once” Jonathan warned. 

But there was no concern in his voice for his next actions. You replied but giving him the finger, the door growing closer. Jonathan pulled his wand from his pocket and flipped it for dramatic effect, as he pointed the tip at you, he casted the spell. 

“Terror animus!” Jonathan roared. 

A flash of green struck you, the mist swarmed around your entire body as you gasped out for air. Quickly, you tumbled to the fall as you tried to breathe. Jonathan smirked, he slowly moved in, his head moved around to observe every reaction surging through you. You were on your side, your body shivering as Jonathan rested his shoe on your hip and guided you on to your back. You looked at him fearfully, Jonathan couldn’t help but to groan out, a truly wicked grin on his lips. 

“Jon-Jon-Jonathan… What have you done to me” you wheezed, your hands up to your chest. 

Your chest felt like it was going to implode. The speed that your heart was beating seemed physically impossible, you couldn’t breathe, your throat was completely swelled up. Through glossy eyes, you could point out Jonathan’s figure, but his feature was completely darkened, you cowered before him. 

“Fear is a fascinating concept, isn’t it?” Jonathan teased as he bent down beside you. 

Your body shivered, you looked so cold, so helpless, like a frightened puppy. It felt inhumane for Jonathan not to pull you into his arms. He stroked the strains of your hair behind your ears, he smiled innocently at you. 

“There, there… You’ll be okay, the spell is only temporary…” Jonathan cooed, as if his words didn’t enter your brain all jumbled up. His voice was demonic, blue eyes burnt into your soul. He easily pulled off your cloak, his eyes admired all of your curves. 

Your body latched onto him for dear life, your eyes squeezed shut as you begged for this nightmare to be over. It was the perfect melody for him. Jonathan tutted by your ear, his hand rubbed your bare thigh just below the hem of your skirt, he always thought the length of your skirt played a dangerous game. You moaned out softly as he gently caressed your skin, his mouth hung wide open, a wicked grin grew on his lips as he observed your eyes roll back, tongue poke out of your open lips, throat swallow intensely. 

On his knees, Jonathan shifted his hips as he felt his trousers to be rather tight. But when the friction caused him to groan out, his head turned to look at the bulge in his pants. A sly smirk rested on Jonathan’s sinister lips, he looked back at you, your eyes batted fearfully at him. 

“Oh my, you’ve gotten me all erect” Jonathan commented casually. 

He made sure to rub his bulge over your bare thighs, you stammered out, your heartbeat rose once more. In an attempt to push your weak body off of him, Jonathan squeezed you against him. 

“I’m going to get you expelled, you’re going to be locked up!” You choked out, eyes swelled with the horror imagery of laying with him. 

Jonathan chuckled and laid you on the cold wooden flooring, he straddled your hips and effortlessly pinned your arms above your head. Taking your jaw in his hand, he pointed your face at his, your swollen eyes blinked slowly. 

“No… You won’t tell a soul, or I’ll make sure that you’ll stay in this state for eternity. You’ll be locked up in a madhouse for the rest of your days” Jonathan laughed darkly as he kissed your cheek. 

“N-no Jon-Jon-ahh” you squirmed. 

Jonathan continued to kiss you softly, tenderly around your heated face. Then his lips teased you by brushing over yours, just like a snake teasing its prey. His intelligence was clearly underestimated. Right when you believed Jonathan would kiss you, he brought to light your new agreement. 

“I have a variety of spells I desire to test on. The species of animals I’ve been testing on doesn’t satisfy me. I need a human subject, so come on, be ambitious for me! Perhaps this can teach you some loyalty, I know you lack that” Jonathan snarled your new agreement, a sinister smirk trapped on his lips. 

You shook your head at the proposition, he was crazy. But Jonathan snorted at your response before he passionately kissed you. You were too terrified to fight back, so you allowed his venomous tongue to slither down into your throat. His hand slipped into your loose hair, twirling it around his fingers before he pulled your head back. 

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t want to do any permanent damage to you. But you’re going to be my little lab rat, you got that? Gonna be my good girl. I’ll experiment on you, then to reward you for your scientific sacrifice, you’ll sit on my cock” Jonathan smirked, your skirt had already rode up to your waist, so his crotch grinded against your exposed cream panties with a growing damp spot. 

“Jonathan please!” you begged, tears streamed down your cheeks. 

“Shush, I’ll be gentle, I promise” Jonathan soothed, his hands traveling to your hips. 

It was like there was an invisible bind to your wrists, you were too fearful to move. His slim digits teased around your panties, once they looped around the bands, he tugged them down to your knees. An animalistic growl left his lips as he stroked your folds, they were glistered, you wanted him just as badly. Without forewarning, Jonathan pushed a digit inside of you, his dark eyes widened with arousal at the tight warmth. Once his digit completely vanished inside your sweet walls, he added another. The palm of his hand rubbed over his bulge, his eyes couldn’t get enough. They’d constantly snap from your pussy to your gorgeous expressions. The moans you whined out were to die for. 

As he took his fingers into his mouth, he unbuckled his pants and pulled out his cock. His body fell on top of yours, hands spread your legs apart, he looked you deeply in the eye as he lined his tip with your entrance. You stared back at him with wide eyes, blossoming with fear. Jonathan moaned out, a pure smile of glee fullness on his lips. 

“Forgive me, I’ve never been with a girl before” Jonathan muttered as he pressed his length in. “But I’ve studied human anatomy inside out, literally. So this shouldn’t be too difficult to navigate” he continued on as he slowly pushed himself in further. 

Jonathan shuddered out, the vibrations of pleasure rolled over him. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut, the moans that formed out of his mouth were damn right pathetic. But there was not a hint of shame or embarrassment in his figure. Even though you hadn’t seen his size, you could still manage to figure how large he was. But you weren’t sure if it was just a trick in your mind, or if he was actually going to rip you in half. 

“How many cocks have you had, hm?” Jonathan asked, his cock halfway in. 

“T-two..” you choked out. 

Jonathan flared his nostrils at your answer. A massive part of him really hoped you’d say that you were a virgin too. Your arms latched around him, despite how badly you wanted to bash his head in, you needed to hold onto reality. Jonathan smiled as he continued to push his cock into your velvet walls, every push ran a new wave of pleasure over him. 

“Knew you wanted me, you were too much of a stuck up bitch to convince me otherwise” Jonathan hissed out, his cock almost buried in deep.

You whined out in response, your walls squeezed him repetitively. Even though your vision was blurred, Jonathan’s presence felt frightening, intimidating. His breaths were like a beast, his mouth nibbled over your earlobe whilst his hands squeezed your breasts through your shirt. 

“You’ll show me some fucking respect from now on” Jonathan commanded harshly. 

You whimpered out and nodded your head quickly towards him, desperately feeling a compulsion to obey him. That sweet, timid expression of yours was pathetic, it made his cock twitch rapidly in between your tight walls. 

“You’re so beautiful when you’re afraid” Jonathan complimented softly. Then, like a balloon popping, Jonathan felt his orgasm reach the edge. “Oh fuck” Jonathan whined as he quickly yanked his cock out of you. 

He couldn’t risk getting you pregnant, he at least needed to have some fun with you first. Jonathan pumped his coated cock in his hand, his ropes of white spurted across your stomach and shirt that fell loose from your skirt, Jonathan cursed to himself as his strokes slowed down. His chest undulated as his eyes fluttered, a permanent smirk was locked on his lips as he squeezed the base of his shaft. 

“I’ll stay with you until the spell wears off” Jonathan heaved out. 

He tucked himself back into his pants, propped himself back onto his elbows as he grinned widely to himself. He observed your timid state, your body continued to shiver, from a mixture of the coldness, pleasure and fear. The semen on your body was wiped off with your cloak. 

“H-h-how lon-ng?” you squeaked, body still trembling like leaves in the wind. 

“I’m not entirely sure, there's a number of factors to take into consideration” Jonathan replied. 

You inched closer to him, Jonathan sighed and welcomed you into his arms, he held you tight. A part of Jonathan regretted not bringing a notepad to jot down everything. Oh well, he was sure he’d remember this perfectly. His fingers teased your sensitive entrance, your hips rocked against him, breathing deep as you kept your face buried in the crook of his neck. 

“Quite fascinating” Jonathan commented with his fingers deep inside of you, you moaned as his fingers curled. “Should we just stay here the night? Hm? It’s quite cozy and certainly secluded…” Jonathan suggested devilishly. 

It wasn’t exactly cozy, but there was enough supplies hidden behind the stage to change that. When Jonathan left, you anxiously waited for him to come back. It felt like he was gone for hours, even though it was only a few minutes. He’d returned with old thick blankets in his arms, ones that were used in a play years ago. The sheet is laid on the ground and Jonathan rolled you onto it, he draped the large fabric across your bodies and held you.

“You belong to me now, capeesh?” Jonathan mocked, a cheeky grin on his lips. You looked up at him and slowly batted your tear filled lashes.

“Yes Jonathan” you replied as his fingers trailed back down to your core. 

“You should have submitted yourself to me in the courtyard” Jonathan clicked his tongue. 

But there was no regret on his end. This ordeal seemed much more fitting anyways. How was it that you were the Slytherin, yet he was the viper and you were nothing more than a helpless mouse.

[c0renswet]

wut hogwarts house does crane belong to. Go!

slytherin because of his personality but maybe ravenclaw because of his intelligence

[ominoustaperecordernoises]

What middle school book series Magnus Archives Characters probably read as kids

Jonathan Sims - We’ve established that Jon was super adhd and wouldn’t read more one book by the same author but i feel like he would read ‘A Series of Unfortunate Events’ by Limony Snickett

Martin Blackwood - Martin for sure read the Lord of the Rings series. You cannot look me in the eye and tell me that man does not identify as a hobbit

Tim Stoker -Tim was an obnoxious Percy Jackson fan and no one can tell me otherwise. He was convinced he was a child of Poseidon and that’s how he got into kayaking

Sasha James - Sasha was definitely into the “Spiderwick Chronicles” and picked up a dark academia vibe soon after.

Melanie King - Melanie would definitely be reading “Goosebumps” and “Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark”

Georgie Barker- Georgie was a potterhead and you cannot tell me differently. She for sure has taken the official test (she’s a Gryffindor) and forced jon to take it too (he’s a Ravenclaw)

Basira Hussain- If i am being honest, i think basira jumped into reading the classics in middle school, but has (and still has) a secret soft spot for Jane Austen.

Alice Daisy Tonner - Warrior Cats.

[batboyblog]

What is your Hogwarts house?

you know even as a kid I always felt like the Houses were kinda tacked on, like she clearly came up with Hero House (Gryffindor) and Villain House (Slytherin) and then felt like having just good guy and bad guy house was a little unbalanced so was like "uh... Nerd House!" (Ravenclaw) and finally just loser house (Hufflepuff) so even as I was reading them (and the first one was published when I was 8) I never felt like any of the houses have very district personalities despite how much we're told they do, I mean other than "they are the hero main characters" Ron and Hermione really have nothing that unites them in terms of personality. In a better done narrative the 3 main characters would be split across the 3 not evil houses and have to each use the skills the Houses are listed as having, courage, loyalty, intelligence, to overcome evil (and at some point Malfoy should have flipped to prove Hogwarts didn't just have a built in evil house)

The sad fact of having not like Harry Potter before it was cool is no one believes you now?

I've always felt there were a lot of lot better children's fantasy books that never got their flowers that I got into before Harry Potter. The Young Wizard series by the amazing @dianeduane set the bar REALLY high for me as kid, as did The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster and The House with a Clock in Its Walls by John Bellairs. And of course Redwall and its many sequels by Brian Jacques all those I know for sure I read before the first Harry Potter and after that diet I was not overly impressed as a kid, the first book is good, great even, but the second book is just the first one again, the 3rd manages to do something different and the 4th is okay if too long and then they slide into becoming basically unreadable from there

any ways at the same time as Harry Potter some much better books

Abhorsen by Garth Nix

The Bartimaeus Trilogy by Jonathan Stroud

His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman

so I guess thats the answer to that, I always liked other books a lot more, the Houses were never really a part I found interesting in magic school.

[sophie-hatter-jenkins]

Four Names

A microfic written for Day 5 of Jily Week 2024, run by the very lovely @sunshinemarauder and @kay-elle-cee, and inspired by the theme Matchmaker, Matchmaker - a little push for our stubborn duo!

680 words

Rated G

Albus Dumbledore has an important choice to make...

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Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk, staring at the list in front of him. Four names, from which to make his choice. One by one, he considered them carefully.

Remus Lupin had the character, certainly, but Albus couldn’t help thinking that Remus had enough on his plate, what with managing the effects of the lunar cycle on his health on top of his N.E.W.T. workload. At times, Albus wondered whether his choice of Remus as a prefect had been too much; this would certainly be a step too far. 

Next, William Foster, of Hufflepuff. Albus made his decision quickly, though with more than a little regret. William would make an excellent Head Boy, but choosing a second muggleborn Head Student was more of a statement than he wanted to make, given the current political climate. 

Jonathan Corner wasn’t really a contender either. He was competent, efficient and (clearly, as the Ravenclaw prefect) extremely intelligent, but he was unfortunately somewhat abrasive, and lacking in the leadership qualities that Albus felt were so important in the role.

That only left Josiah Carrow. None of Albus’s other objections applied to the Slytherin prefect  - he didn’t have any health issues to consider, his pureblood status would satisfy the need for balance, and he was certainly the most natural leader of the group. Josiah was the obvious choice - and yet Albus hesitated. 

The problem was that Albus wasn’t supposed to know about the Carrow family’s close links to Tom Riddle. He wasn’t supposed to know that young Josiah had already been introduced to his inner circle. And he certainly wasn't supposed to know that Josiah would be taking the Dark Mark at a ceremony scheduled for some time in August, and would be a Death Eater himself by the time he returned to school in September. No, he wasn’t supposed to know any of it - but thanks to the latest intelligence received by the Order of the Phoenix, he did. And he couldn’t in all conscience pair his stand-out pick of a Head Girl, Lily Evans, with an actual Death Eater of a Head Boy.

So - what to do? Albus tapped his quill on the parchment thoughtfully, considering his options. He’d never chosen a head student from outside of his prefect group before, but perhaps, for once, it might be his best option. Was there someone else that would fit the bill? Someone who thrived on more responsibility, not less. A pureblood who wasn’t a blood fanatic. A charismatic and popular leader. When Albus thought about it like that, one name in particular suggested itself immediately; James Potter. 

Lily, of course, might have an entirely different set of objections to James as her Head Boy than she would if Albus were to appoint Josiah Carrow. Albus probably wasn’t supposed to know about that either, but wasn’t blind, and nor was he as unaware of the… less academic aspects of his student’s lives as many would have suspected. 

He’d seen their relationship change over the years, from indifference to antagonism and finally blossoming into friendship. Over the spring term, he’d noted the lingering gazes and sudden blushes and he’d wondered if he would soon hear murmurs that spring’s blossom had become summer’s blooms - but it hadn’t happened, not yet.

Albus would never, of course, appoint a pair of Head Students if he wasn’t totally confident that they were up to the job, but neither was he averse to finessing his selection if offered… other possible advantages. He generally kept it very well hidden, but the fact was that Albus Dumbledore was a hopeless romantic, and in this case, he couldn’t help but wonder if throwing the pair of them together in this way might not provide just the little push they needed. The more he thought about it, the more he warmed to the idea. 

Slowly, a smile spread across his face.  Decision made, he selected a fresh sheet or parchment, and began to write.

Dear James, Congratulations on your appointment to the position of Hogwarts Head Boy! Please find enclosed your badge…

[florallylly]

ok fine i'm currently in a very bad place atm which means i've been consuming harry potter content practically against my will so. i will be sorting some stranger things characters into houses

eleven: chosen one sent to dismantle the system ???? gryffindor. arguably could consider hufflepuff bc loyalty but i think she more embodies a gryffindor.

mike: this one was tough bc i don't really like him (as a rule i don't fuck with adolescent boys they smell and get on my nerves. as a former math tutor i stand by that) gryffindor.

will: THAT BOY IS A HUFFLEPUFF !!! tbh mike asked the sorting hat to let them all be in the same house but the hat said </3 no thanks like will is plenty brave and could be a gryffindor but also it's toooo overstimulating for him.

lucas: hufflepuff..... like he's brave on behalf of his friends. he's brave but he also likes to keep his head down and not upset the norm. which is not bad at all like. that's just strategy. note how he joins the basketball team to try and balance out his friends' lameness

dustin: ravenclaw... need i say more....

max: torn... i could say gryffindor... i could say slytherin.... either way she would eat those bitches up. i think i'm more inclined to say slytherin just bc out of all of the party she's the wiliest. she has schemes brewing. also could make sense with eleven being distrustful of her at first and the gryffindor/slytherin rivalry idk idk

jonathan: ...hufflepuff...

nancy: ravenclaw good NIGHT! i fear these two just feel so obvious to me and i don't care to elaborate !

steve: CONTROVERSIAL TAKE..... hufflepuff. he's so cedric diggory to me. like i made this steak for u mama .... he's plenty brave and plenty reckless but he also knows the value of constance. his goal isn't to adventure, it's to excel in the norms of what he does. also he likes how docile the house seems to the general populace like. the badger bites ... you just don't expect it. slytherin was considered but he doesn't want to LOOK sneaky he wants to be sneaky and get away with it.

robin: ravenclaw. why was she studying for no reason like. NERD!!!!! ur reading books for fun? ur literate? couldn't be me EVER

.... eddie: gryffindor. "i'm not a hero/i'm a coward" blah blah blah. reckless. ur a gryffindor. u literally walk on lunch tables for fun.

almost forgot argyle but he's actually hagrid's apprentice or some bullshit bc he grows weed in the greenhouses (hufflepuff)

[mrhaitch]

Hihi Mr.Haitch…I Hope you and your lovely family is doing fine ^^

So I come bearing a weird set of questions-

1) This is something I was curious about for long, and dunno If it has been asked before, What are your and Haitch’s hogwarts houses? I assume Haitch to be a gryffindor. You seem to be a tie between ravenclaw and slytherin (do correct me if I’m wrong)

2) I had asked this to Haitch before, now I wanna know your answer. Which song(s) reminds you/ embodies Haitch perfectly? Have you even written a song/ poem for Haitch?

3) What other musical talents do you have? Can you sing? Beatbox? Rap?

4) Are any of your sons inclined towards ever learning music? Are they intrigued by you playing the guitar?

5) Do you ever see yourself committing to learning a new language? Which language do you find interesting?

1. Please don't reignite that argument. Haitch will tell you she's Ravenclaw, but she's Gryffindor. For me - I always came out in a three way split between Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff.

2. Several - If We Were Vampires by Jason Isbell, Glasses by Jonathan Coulton, and I can't remember the rest. I'm sure I've answered this elsewhere and gave totally different songs - When the Day Met the Night by Panic at the Disco was definitely one.

I have. I will not share.

3. Apart from guitar, I've got some basic skills on the piano and drums.

4. Our oldest has some interest in the dru.s, and now has an electronic kit but I suspect I've used it more than he has. They couldn't be less interested in my playing.

5. I'll probably finish learning french and German eventually, but I have a fondness for Old English.

[emdoesstufff]

Some non-weasley characters from my story

Top left is a younger photo, bottom right is a teenage photo, and middle is a current/ older photo.

Also this isn't calling Luna an absent parent or anything, her leaving will make a lot more sense once my fic is out there too.

Lorcan Xenophilius Scamander (18) Luna and Rolf's son

-Born April 16th, 2004

-Neither of the twins really knew their father since he died when they were two

-Lorcan has always been very adventurous, usually climbing trees around their home

-He was sorted into Hufflepuff like his father

-He played quidditch for a couple of years with James

-He loves to hangout with Newt in the suitcase lair

-In their third year, Luna had to leave and take care of stuff for the upcoming war and she was gone for a long time

-Their younger brother decided to spend winter break with Neville and Frank II since their mother wouldn't be home, and when Neville found out they would be alone, he invited them too

-After that, they spent almost every break at the Longbottoms, they only really saw their mom a few times over six years

-All three kids start to see Neville as a father figure and Frank as another brother

-They all love to roughhouse with each other

Lysander Newton Scamander (18) Luna and Rolf's son

-Born April 16th, 2004

-He was outgoing, but quieter than his brother

-He was sorted after Lorcan, so nobody was surprised when he was also in Hufflepuff

-He was never very interested in quidditch, preferring to spend time in the forest with creatures

-He's pretty close with Newt, they bond over their love for animals

-He was the first one of the three brothers to finally call Neville, dad

Thomas Harold Lovegood (16) Luna and Rolf's son

-Born February 10th, 2006

-He was born after his father died, so Luna decided to give him her last name

-He was very confused when he was sorted into Ravenclaw, thinking he was actually kind of dumb

-Neville, his DADA professor at the time, showed him that he was smart at other things though

-He is a potions genius, making anything you could ever need

-He met Frank II on the train before their first year and they have been inseparable ever since, he was calling him his brother long before anyone else

-He has a big crush on Rose, he likes to call her Rosie

-He's in a friend group with Al, Rose, and Frank

Frank Jonathan Longbottom II (16) Neville and Hannah's son

-Born November 15th, 2006

-His parents split up when he was three and he doesn't see his mom very much at all

-He spent a lot of time in Hogwarts as a kid because his father was a professor

-His dad wasn't surprised at all when he was sorted into Ravenclaw, he's pretty much a genius in any subject

-After he invited Thomas to their house for Christmas, he told his dad that he was worried because their mom wasn't around

-He and Thomas start conspiring to get their parents to together the second they meet again

-Besides his main friend group, he also bonds with Hugo quite a bit, their personalities just mesh really well

[suiriswhite]

Fun game: Let's sort Buffy characters into Hogwarts houses.🧙‍♀️

Buffy: Gryffindor🦁

Willow: Ravenclaw🦅

Xander: Gryffindor🦡

Giles: Ravenclaw🦅

Faith: Gryffindor🦁

Angel: Gryffindor🦁

Spike: Gryffindor🦁

Cordelia: Gryffindor🦁

Tara: Hufflepuff🦡

Dawn: Ravenclaw🦅

Riley: Gryffindor🦁

Anya: Slytherin🐍

Joyce: Hufflepuff🦡

Harmony: Hufflepuff🦡

Andrew: Slytherin🐍

Jonathan: Slytherin🐍

Warren: Slytherin🐍

Ethan Rayne: Slytherin🐍

Snyder: Slytherin🐍

[moliathh]

Hmm any alutegra enemies to lovers or rivals to lovers au ideas? Those are my favorite tropes but idk i can’t picture alucard hating integra…

OOOOOOhhh well!!! First of, the classic, Bram Stoker's Dracula au!!!! It's soooo easy, you just have to make Integra the Van Helsing hunter, there you go. I remember there is an Alucard/Integra fic in the Bram Stoker's novel au on AO3 but I have not read it yet, it is in my to-read list!!!

I did drafted out a Bram Stoker au too. Where Integra's role is mixed between Jonathan Harker and Van Helsing. The idea is that Integra is an occultist sent to a Transylvania castle to investigate paranormal activities there under the guise of real estate investigator. Seras plays the role of Dr Seward as Integra's apprentice who later got bitten too (erm i have not decided whether she live or die yet im sorry in every au she get changed one way or another and possibly go through death). During their investigation they encounter several different people in the castle who are different versions of Alucard. Since he already died and fragments of his soul haunts the castle. I figure each version of Alucard react differently with entirely different personality. This one is easyyy to imagine their dynamic, since Alucard doesn't outright hate Integra. They're testing and studying each other before deciding if the other one is a threat or not. That is the setting I have not write the specific events yet. And I have not write it because I didn't have the time yet.

I have another au vaguely based on the Demeter voyage. This au is vaguely thriller detective genre. Integra is the ship captain and Seras, Pip and Wild Geese was her crewmate, along with Walter as her vice captain. The people who boarded the ships are Iscariots and Milleniums, and Alucard. And then after a few quiet nights people starts dropping dead like flies. Sorts of like werewolf card game, after a few quiet kill people starts getting paranoid and starts pointing fingers and they locked the crew inside the the captain's cabin and started forcing each other to walk the plank. Seras died from stray bullets during a tussle involving guns. Alucard is actually responsible for all the kills behind the scene. He boarded the ship to target nazis from the start. I had been debating with my friend to keep this au thriller or bring it over to dark fantasy genre. If we take the fantasy route, Alucard is a seaborne monster (like Leviathan) that just eat the bodies clean off and he made Seras a siren out of pity her getting caught in the crossfire of his doings. In this au though Alucard and Integra could have a rivalry relationship at first since he didn't reveal his motives while assuming she sided with the nazis cuz she let them boarded when she did not know the insides of the millenium organization that well, and she still have a killer on board to catch. Sorry everyone, I didn't have time to write any of that I just have enough mentality to draft out the main events and the setting of it.

Besides that, you can run with their prototype design. Integra was a nazi officer in Hi-and-Low. There isn't any translation available that could help me understand the plot but I can see she is wearing a swatiska armband. Although there might be some betrayal plot in that manga I'm not entirely sure because I cannot read it. Let just assume she is a nazi. Alucard with a nazi? Even if she's Integra he's gonna blow her head clean off. I fear this au is not getting to the "lovers" part. RIP

There's also the Hogwarts au (disclaimer: I think the setting of Harry Potter is deeply flawed and I do not associate with JK Rowling in any sense, she is a bigoted transphobic racist). I sorted Integra and Maxwell in Slytherin, in charge by Walter, Alucard and Seras into Gryffindor, in charge by (the Queen) Elizabeth, Pip and Heinkel into Ravenclaw, Anderson and Yumi into Hufflepuff. Integra is Slytherin's prefect, Alucard is Gryffindor's prefect and quidditch captain, with Seras as seeker. Pip crashed into Seras during a quidditch session and broke her arm so he insisted on following her to assist her since she have one arm wrapped now. Both Alucard and Seras are orphans in this au. Alucard is a metamorphmagus because he was cursed to shapeshift into animals randomly and he have bad control over it so Integra offered to help. Alucard is good in subjects such as transfiguration and defense against dark arts, which was also taught by Walter haha. While Integra's strong subject is history of magic, alchemy and care of magical creatures, so she at least have the vague idea of helping Alucard when he just started shapeshifting out of no where into an animal. Seras is good in divination and flying but bad at transfiguration and arithmancy, she have to study from Alucard and Pip, whose strong subjects are arithmancy, potion and alchemy. Ah to the rivalry part, Integra descend from pure-blood wizards, Seras is born from non-magic parents and Alucard is half-blood, the wizard on paternal side. Not only that they at first poke at each other because of their descend and the competition between houses, Abraham, who is Integra's grandfather in this, killed Alucard's father. But they don't know that yet, hihi. Im building up so that at the beginning they bicker as comon discrimination among wizard students do, but then overcome their prejudices of each others to befriend and study together, Integra finding a way to help Alucard deal with his shapeshifting and at the same time get to study the animals he turn into. And then at some point they found out their family have a life-long feud and have to do something about it, maybe miscommunicate about it and hated each other for it idk I have not finished writing yet.

So there's that, I think the way to write enemies/rivals to lovers for Alutegra the early step is to seperate Alucard from allying with Integra. We see him devoted to her on their first meeting in canon so there was already zero ground for him to hate her for real. It is still very difficult to think about tho I cannot comes up with any scenarios where he SERIOUSLY hated her guts, he just can't. She's too easy to love, she's so kind and caring to him. He on the other hand, well um i think Alucard is not as easy to love, he's a handful! But she loved him regardless!! These lil mfs piss me off because of how much they care for each other. They're cute!!

[helenadurazzo]

Sisterly Advisement

After learning of her daughter’s romantic relationship with Orion Amari. Cynthia goes to her older sister for advice and to gain any insight on why she wasn’t told anything and found out by chance.

Melody and Jonathan belong to @melodymidway

Cynthia Hearst’s POV, October 1989

“YOU KNEW!?” Cynthia yelled at her sister as soon as she revealed she knew more about her own daughter’s boyfriend before she did. “Why didn’t you tell me!”

“Can you calm down for five seconds?” Olivia pleaded as she fixed a strand of her black curly hair that had gotten in her face and simultaneously casually took a sip of her glass of butterbeer. “I figured Melody would tell you about Orion when she was ready, after all I didn’t want to rush her. I… just didn’t think she would take this long…”

“I guess that makes some sense.” Cynthia quietly admitted as she looked at her sister again. “You could have still interrupted me and not let me rant for almost an hour.”

“Why would I do that?” Olivia raised her eyebrow with a mischievous smile. “It’s always entertaining when you are complaining.”

“Shut up!” Cynthia said with an embarrassed blush before sighing. “I just don’t know why she wouldn’t tell me herself, at least before you. After all she isn’t exactly close with you, no offense.”

“None taken.” Olivia replied, being noticeably unbothered by her sister’s statement. Not that it would have surprised anyone. “To be fair I did find out accidentally as well.” She revealed as before beginning to elaborate. “I was working outside caring for the plants in one of the greenhouses I have near that hill. The one where you can overlook the house and the surrounding fields. Anyways, Orion had just left from helping me and I assumed he might have gone back to the house to get a refreshment. However not too long later I spotted him and Melody sitting together near one of the trees, discussing something, I’m still not quite sure what, I didn’t intrude that much, but then it went from there.”

“I’ve never implied that I didn’t care for her or her interests.” Cynthia informed her sister. “Or at least not on purpose. I just thought she trusted me more, and if she or my younger kids didn’t tell me about Melody’s boyfriend, not even Louis, what else are they not telling me?”

Cynthia looked over at her sister who sat next to her in the round booth and watched as she sighed, setting down her half empty glass of butterbeer. “That is a difficult question to answer… however, I might be able to give some insight into what might be going on in her head… after all, she is not the only one who has kept a relationship secret.”

“That was actually another reason I wanted to hear your advice.” Cynthia admitted. “I know you hiding your relationship was under noticeably different circumstances, but perhaps hearing your opinion about your own experience could enlighten me.”

“Well, when I was dating Garrett back when I was a student at Hogwarts, I always figured that our parents would not believe he was the right man for me.” Olivia recalled. “As you know he wasn’t a Slytherin, nor a pure blood, and while he was decent enough, was not an incredibly strong dueler. Plus I had already disappointed them in so many ways before that and figured that my choice of a husband would be either their final straw or my saving grace.”

“Actually.” She continued before Cynthia could speak. “Now that I am saying it out loud, Garrett and Orion certainly do have a lot in common and not just because both of them are Ravenclaws. Orion is a good young man and if you haven’t figured it out yet, he is quite charming and intelligent. He also seems to truly care about Melody and her feelings to. Anyways, I only became more tense and paranoid when you began Hogwarts.” She continued, once she got back on track with her previous topic. “I always assumed that you would have immediately told our parents if you even suspected I had a boyfriend of any sort. You did always have that annoying habit of writing letters home is excruciating detail.”

“I wasn’t that annoying!” Cynthia defended herself.

“Don’t feel bad, all first years are annoying, unless they are my children of course.” Olivia assured her teasingly. “Anyways, your arrival at Hogwarts made me realize that eventually, someone was going to find out and eventually our parents were also going to find out. At that point in time, I didn’t want to be taken away from him by our parents, so, just before graduation, I let my paranoia overtake me, and we broke up. I didn’t even see him again after our graduation until me and grandmother traveled to France and saw him at a Parisian bakery. If I had not run into him then, I don’t know where I would be now.”

“I know dad and mum still weren’t that impressed when you told them about Garrett.” Cynthia tried to figure out. “However it did also seem like they were initially mad at you due to our little polyjuice trick at their holiday party.”

“Well that certainly amplified father’s distaste for Garrett.” Olivia continued. “You had already gone along with Jonathan, however, father wanted to have a word with me. He went into a long rant again about how he was still very displeased with my actions even though we did decide to change the betrothal plans. He was very close to throwing me into another betrothal. However, while it took me a lot of convincing, he did finally allow me to continue dating Garrett. In fact, he proposed to me not too long after in hopes of remaining in father’s brief good graces. I suppose he feared that if he waited much longer that father would not give him his blessing. Not that it mattered too much to us, at that point, we had gone through so much and realized our past mistakes that we probably would have found a way to do a secret wedding.”

“But I’m not like our parents in that sense.” Cynthia defended herself. “I wouldn’t make Melody feel worthless just cause of the guy she likes. I may not understand him and his tastes, but he seems to treat her well and in the end, that’s all that matters, isn’t it?”

“Of course, and while, I’m no legilimens.” Olivia replied. “I do think I have enough experience with this sort of thing to say that she wasn’t afraid of you finding out, she was afraid of you finding out, and telling Jonathan, if anyone would be against Orion, it would be him. I know I would not have been against you knowing about me and Garrett so early on if I was sure you could keep it a secret until I was ready.”

As much as Cynthia wished to deny it her husband wasn’t perfect and Olivia did have a good point. After all, he did share quite a number of similarities with her father. Both had one house they held above the rest and had high expectations for their respective children, greatly valuing the ones that perfectly reached each expectation. If they had been talking about Lottie, then there was a chance that Jonathan might be able to make an exception, however, she wasn’t quite sure what he would say about Orion for Melody. And Cynthia herself still wasn’t sure if she should inform him herself or wait until Melody’s approval, after all, as much as she was angry with her eldest daughter for her distrust, she didn’t want to worsen it.

“Well if he has a problem with it, he will have to deal with me.” Cynthia confidently claimed. “I wouldn’t want him to plan some sort of betrothal behind her back like our parents did to you. I know how hard that was for you, and him to for that matter. I honestly am not sure if you two could have even pretended to be a compatible couple for much longer than you did.”

“Well if you need help with that, you can always ask me.” Olivia supported. “However, you should probably try and mend your relationship and trust with Melody before you attempt that. I’d suggest talking to her sooner rather than later, depending on how much space she needs, the right time will come, you just need to be patient and not rush it.”

“I’ll try that.” Cynthia accepted. “Thank you for coming here, especially so quickly.”

“It’s nothing.” Olivia brushed off, “Just a simple apparation for me. And remember that if you need any more advice, just send me an owl and I’ll reply as soon as possible.”

Cynthia smiled warmly at her older sister. If there was a singular thing their parents did show a glimpse of pride in it was the fact that she was prodigy when it came to apparition. In fact, Cynthia had heard her parents tell family friends about a number of times when her sister would have splashes of accidental magic as a child and would somehow manage to successfully apparate to the outdoor area of their family home. She even remembered once that Olivia told her that the apparation office even offered to give her a teaching position with a bit of training, however she declined in favor of being a herbologist.

“One more thing.” Olivia called out to her sister before she had the chance to stand up from their booth. Cynthia glanced over at her sister as she continued “Stay safe once you get back to Hogwarts.” Olivia reminded her, suddenly changing the topic in an almost drastic way. “I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”

Cynthia almost laughed at her comment and put her arm around Olivia with a smile. “Liv I have faced much greater dangers during my auror missions you need to stop worrying about me” she said as she discussed once more what she had already informed her sister of “you need to stop worrying about that so called jinx, I am planning on returning to my career as an auror at the end of the school year anyways, everything will be fine.”

Cynthia continued smiling as Olivia hugged her back warmly, “I hope you’re right…”

[theswansociety]

blair‘s blog ˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆

𓏲𝄢 i‘m 19, i go by she/her and he/him pronouns (please no they/them)

𓏲𝄢 bisexual, nonbinary, cillian murphy‘s bf, ravenclaw, christian coulson‘s gf, cinephile, jennifer check‘s twin, wicked lover, autistic, fangirl, theater kid

𓏲𝄢 stans: harry potter, hermione granger, ron weasley, tom riddle, luna lovegood, lane kim, neville longbottom, jennifer check, needy lesnicki, neil lewis, glinda upland, elphaba thropp, kirk gleason, blair waldorf, dan humphrey, lorelai gilmore, paris geller, neil perry, nina sayers, todd anderson, hwang jun-ho, seong gi-hun, robert capa, hwang in-ho/youngil, jun-hee/player 222, hyun-ju/player 120, kang sae-byeok/player 67, colin grey, jonathan crane, the joker, batman, robert fischer jr, violet (watching the detectives)

𓏲𝄢 films/shows: harry potter franchise, jennifer‘s body, squidgame, dead poets society, bottoms (2023), wicked (2024), the wizard of oz, black swan, bones and all, burlesque, mamma mia, watching the detectives, the vampire diaries, sleeping beauty, to all the boys i‘ve loved before, 500 days of summer, immaculate, any one but you, romeo + juliet, the dark knight trilogy

𓏲𝄢 feel free to talk to me whenever! <3

[talonblades]

( jonathan bailey, homosexual + homoromantic, cis man, fighter ) «—◦—→ well met, ARTHUR HORNSBY! the divine born child of ATHENA. your name sings in our ears! it’s been 36 years and now they have answered the song in their veins. before they answered the song, they were an ANCIENT HISTORY + MYTHOLOGY PROFESSOR and were living in LONDON, ENGLAND. history and myth will remember them for their CURIOSITY, SHARP INTELLIGENCE, & PROTECTIVENESS but will also magnify their ALOOFNESS, INFLEXIBILITY, & JUDGEMENTALNESS if it causes them to falter. now it is time for the world to sing their name with them.

🦉 : # BASICS

full name: arthur everett hornsby. nickname(s): artie, art, horny. age: thirty-six. date of birth: september 2, 1988. hometown: london, england. current location: camp half-blood, forest of dean, england. species: demi-god. ethnicity: white (english). nationality: british. gender: cis man. pronouns: he/him. occupation: ancient history & mythology professor at cambridge. living arrangements: athena cabin. language(s): english, french, spanish, italian, greek, latin. accent: recieved pronounciation accent, though his actual accent will come through when emotions are heightened.

🦉 : # PHYSICS

face claim: jonathan bailey. hair color: brunette. eye color: gray. height: 5'10". weight: 155 lb. build: wiry. tattoos: none. usual expression: curious. prominent features: his gray eyes and the glasses he wears. dominant hand: right. clothing style: lots of business casual and neutrals/earth-y tones. slacks. sweaters, cardigans, long sleeve shirts, loafers. typical of what you'd expect from a history professor tbh.

🦉 : # PERSONALITY

astrological sign: virgo sun, tbd moon, tbd rising. positive traits: curious, intelligence, protective. negative traits: aloof, inflexible, jugemental. myers brigg: intp. element: earth. enneagram: the investigator. temperament: phlegmatic. hogwarts house: ravenclaw. moral alignment: moral neutral. primary vice: pride. primary virtue: diligence. fears: realizing all the work he's done has been for nothing. spiders, snakes. habits: raising or furrowing his eyebrows, constantly swallows while talking when nervous, taking off and cleaning his glasses, readjusting or pushing up his glasses constantly, rubbing his temple when contemplating, pacing back and forth, talking to himself, saying his thoughts out loud to help him process them. quirks: counting his teeth with his tongue when distracted, looking down at his feet when walking, drumming his fingers along surfaces, putting the earpiece of his glasses in his mouth while contemplating, cracking his knuckles when idle, licking his lips when nervous, biting his bottom lip, clicking a ballpoint pen open and close constantly, constantly organizing and re-organizign his own space. pet peeves: people rolling their eyes when he's talking, being spoken over while talking, blasting music in public or quiet spaces, invading his personal space. hobbies: reading, writing, knitting, crocheting, chess.

🦉 : # FAMILY.

parents: athena (mother), everett hornsby (father). siblings: ezequiel fontes (maternal half brother), gwendolyn hornsby, percy hornsby (paternal half siblings) other relatives: none. pets: none.

🦉 : # SEXUAL.

sexual orientation: homosexual + homoromantic. sexual position: versatile. kinks: tbd. anti-kinks: tbd.

🦉 : # ADDITIONAL LORE.

class: fighter. innate abilities from athena: insight, history. other abilities: arcana, religion, investigation. character inspirations: milo thatch from atlantis, hiccup haddock from how to train your dragon, jim hawkins from treasure planet. what was arthur doing when hermes picked him up? tbd.

🦉 : # BIOGRAPHY.

tbd.

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Josiane Malkin

El nombre y la fecha de nacimiento son opcionales para el usuario que lo tome, las indicadas son una sugerencia del staff. Este personaje, en el canon de la saga, termina siendo la dueña de 'Madame Malkin, túnicas para todas las ocasiones'.

edad: 28 años casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Hannah van der Westhuysen sangre: mestiza

Minerva McGonagall

Hija de Isobel Ross y un muggle, Robert. Creció gran parte de su vida sin conocer la magia hasta que comenzó a experimentarla. Tiene dos hermanos menores, Malcolm y Robert.

edad: 16 años casa: Gryffindor pb sugerido: Thomasin McKenzie sangre: mestiza

Melania McMillan

Esposa de Arcturus III Black y madre de Lucretia y Orion Black.

edad: 51 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Carla Gugino sangre: pura

Alastor Moody

Fecha de nacimiento aproximada. Actualmente el personaje debe ser Auror, su rama queda a elección del usuario.

edad: 22 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Harrison Osterfield sangre: pura

Garrick Ollivander

Especialista en creación de varitas mágicas. Queda a elección del personaje si posee la tienda o no.

edad: 31 años casa: Ravenclaw pb sugerido: George MacKay sangre: pura

Charlus Potter

Esposo de Dorea Black con quien comparte un hijo. Debido a incongruencias en el canon, hemos colocado que Fleamont es el hermano mayor.

edad: 37 años aprox. casa: Gryffindor pb sugerido: Jonathan Bailey sangre: pura

Euphemia Potter

Esposa de Fleamont Potter. Futura madre de James Potter. No tiene prejuicios hacia los nacidos de muggles.

edad: 36 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Sujaya Dasgupta sangre: pura

Fleamont Potter

Esposo de Euphemia Potter. Debido a incongruencias en el canon, Charlus Potter es el hermano menor. Debe ser pocionista en la rama/profesión que desee.

edad: 43 años aprox. casa: Gryffindor pb sugerido: Adam Brody sangre: pura

Ignatus Prewett

Fecha de nacimiento aproximada. Se conoce que tuvo al menos un hermano, dado que Ignatius es el futuro tío de Fabian, Gideon y Molly Prewett.

edad: 30 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Tye Sheridan sangre: pura

Eileen Prince

Se conoce que fue muy buena en gobstones en sus años de Hogwarts. En un futuro sería la madre de Severus Snape.

edad: 22 años casa: Slytherin pb sugerido: Derya Pınar sangre: pura

Druella Rosier

Esposa de Cygnus Black y, actualmente, madre de una pequeña Bellatrix.

edad: 25 años aprox. casa: Slytherin pb sugerido: Inka Williams sangre: pura

Isobel Ross

Madre de Minerva, Malcolm y Robert McGonagall. Está casada con Robert McGongall, un muggle. Dejamos a elección del usuario que tome el personaje la relación con su esposo y su reingreso a la sociedad mágica.

edad: 35 años casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Poppy Drayton sangre: pura

Newt Scamander

Fue un mago reconocido publicamente por su estudio y cuidado de las criaturas mágicas. Tiene un hermano mayor, Theseus.

edad: 55 años casa: Hufflepuff pb sugerido: Toby Stephens sangre: mestiza

Theseus Scamander

Hermano de mayor de Newt. Es un auror reconocido como héroe de guerra debido a su intevención en la Guerra Mágica contra Grindelwald.

edad: 57 años casa: Hufflepuff pb sugerido: Damian Lewis sangre: mestiza

Horace Slughorn

Fecha de nacimiento entre 1881 y 1899. Es un pocionista que, si bien pertenece a los Sagrados 28, nunca ha demostrado discriminación hacia los nacidos de muggles, sino hacia el talento de los magos.

edad: 69 años aprox. casa: Sltyherin pb sugerido: Jim Boadbent sangre: pura

Pomona Sprout

Fecha de nacimiento entre 1931 y 1941. Es una especialista en herbología, se desconoce su especialidad. Dejamos a elección del personaje su relación con la enseñanza.

edad: 21 años aprox. casa: Hufflepuff pb sugerido: Isabella Sermon sangre: pura

Ignatus Tuft

Hijo de la actual Ministra de Magia, Wilhelmina Tuft. Se conoce que está relacionado con la política. Tomar el personaje no implica que será Ministro de Magia después de su madre.

edad: 32 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Jeremy Irvine sangre: mestiza

Orford Umbridge

Fecha de nacimiento aproximada. Se conoce que en un futuro sería el padre de Dolores Umbridge.

edad: 20 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Mark Eydelshteyn sangre: pura

Elphinstone Urquart

Fecha de nacimiento aproximada. Se conoce que es un funcionario del Ministerio y debe trabajar para el Departamento de Seguridad Mágica.

edad: 37 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Edward Speleers sangre: pura

Septimus Weasley

Padre de Billius y Arthur Weasley. Su esposa, Cedrella Black, fue borrada del tapiz familiar por casarse con él.

edad: 34 años aprox. casa: Gryffindor pb sugerido: Gwilym Pugh sangre: pura

Lysandra Yaxley

Esposa de Arcturus Black II y madre de Callidora, Cedrella y Charis Black.

edad: 67 años aprox. casa: Desconocida pb sugerido: Jamie Lee Curtis sangre: pura

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Steve Harrington: Hogwarts AU

Steve Harrington is a Pureblood (Lycanthrophy) wizard that was born on the 24th of April 1978 and started attending Hogwarts on the 1st of September 1989, being sorted into Hufflepuff House.

He has a Alder wand with a Unicorn Hair core.

His Patronus is Non-Corporeal.

His favorite subject is Flying and his least favorite subject is Herbology.

He was one of Hufflepuff's two Beaters from his fourth year onward.

While attending Hogwarts, Steve was initially the typical popular boy that; gained attention from everyone near him, though this caused him to fall out of favor with the lesser-known kids at school who labeled him as a "douchebag". Despite having a charming personality, he eventually fell into the wrong crowd of the snarkier popular kids, although his compassion lay underneath his superficiality.

When beginning to date Nancy Wheeler, Steve displayed his softer side and revealed himself to be hopelessly in love with her, though this in turn revealed his insecurities, as he instantly believed Nancy was sleeping with Jonathan Byers when seeing them together in the Ravenclaw Common Room, and soon caused him to vandalize property with graffiti featuring slurs of Nancy and Jonathan. It's not until Jonathan physically beats up Steve in rage that he realizes how awful his behavior was and immediately went to the Byers's home to apologize, only to be sucked into protecting them from a werewolf which is what led him to get bit. At Christmas, 1993, Steve and Nancy purchased Jonathan a new camera to replace the one he and Tommy broke.

Between his breakup with Nancy, getting disowned by his parents for being a werewolf, and Billy quickly taking over his status as "King Bee" and most popular boy, Steve was at a low point emotionally. While trying to make amends with Nancy, Dustin intercepted him and asked Steve to help catch D'Artagnan. The boys quickly bond, and Steve is shown to have a more parental or mentoring side as he gives Dustin relationship advice. Steve took on the role of 'babysitter' for the kids and was willing to put himself in danger to protect them. He had matured and became far more kind and responsible than he used to be.

In 1995, Steve was a shadow of what he once was. Aside from his sarcasm and recklessness, a lot of his traits that; he displayed in his Hogwarts years have disappeared. He was incredibly awkward and unsuccessful; with the girls he serves at Tendou Satori's Ice-Cream Parlour, and the only positive female relationship he seems to have is with his co-worker, Robin. His friendship; with Dustin is still strong, if not stronger and he seems to be on good terms; with the rest of the gang. Steve is also shown to be more kind-hearted and tolerant of things he used to poke fun of. Aside from engaging in nerd culture, he is also shed his homophobic views; which is shown when he still accepted Robin as a friend after she came out to him.

In 1996, Steve began working at Semi-Semi's Music Store, with him finding it difficult to find a suitable girlfriend for himself and started developing romantic feelings towards Nancy again. He also helped Robin deal with her crush, Vickie, and advised her to pursue her as he wanted Robin to be happy. He became jealous of Eddie and Dustin's growing friendship as he felt Eddie was taking over his brotherly role. However, Steve later softened when Eddie told him Dustin was always talking about him and worshipped him. When formulating a plan to kill Vecna, Steve had a heart to heart about his dreams with Nancy, having five or six kids and traveling around as a a professional quidditch player and he later told Nancy the dream included her.