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The Unwinding (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Chapter Five: The Alaskan Bull Worm

Chapters: one, two, three, four

Rated: Mature

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: Navigating tea leaf readings with a mildly upset Draco Malfoy, and attempting to repair that little bridge. (See the overarching summary for the future of this fic, here.)

Warnings: Language probably?

A/N: Writing is just a tad difficult when you're hit with holiday seasons, a crippling fever, then the hell-bent desire to do nothing but read back to back (': thank you for everyone's patience, should you still be interested in this fic (: <3 we push through it!

You haven’t slept in days.

Which, okay, is a bit of an exaggeration– but it feels true. Like some psychological thriller, you’re constantly rescreening the events of that night in the infirmary, tossing and turning over them in your bed for an entire weekend.

What if you had said something differently? Used a different approach, or tone, even? Could you have done anything to achieve a more ideal outcome– whatever that would have been? It’s tortuous. You finally think you’ve driven yourself loony when you can’t even bring yourself to leave your room, too busy contemplating the odds of running into Draco. And, Merlin, the thought of Divination class alone is enough to knock your lungs out of rhythm.

On the bright side, there’s a single piece of good news, and it greets you in the moment that you step foot in the classroom— the widest smile on Cedric’s face.

“I’m back,” he says, singsongy when you get close, as if you hadn’t just seen him a couple days ago. Regardless, you cheer with him, offering yays towards him and Marla when you reach your chair. The upgrade from bedrest is exciting enough, but the interaction doesn’t give you an adequate amount of time to prep or stall, before you have no choice but to actually look at where you’re sitting– and who you’re sitting next to.

Draco’s no different than he’s ever been, writing something down on parchment and exhibiting no physical proof that he’s even aware of your presence. A fucking stone could fly through the window and you think he still would not let it disturb him. And, for the sake of social awareness, you have to pry your eyes away before it becomes weird.

This is perhaps the one instance that you need Professor Thyme to begin the class immediately, and of course, it’s the one time she isn’t. Instead, you’re forced to fumble around with your things and sit real stiff, too self-conscious to even make conversation with your friends. You’d probably nitpick your afterthought words more than Draco would, but you won’t take the chance.

After about eight good seconds of an attempt to build your mental fortitude and ignore, you just can’t help it– you should say something… shouldn’t you? This is your semester-long partner, someone you’ve actually been establishing solid rapport with…You have to reach out.

…Oh, but you can’t! Literally, your mouth is not cooperating with your brain and you refuse to even open it, because you fear whichever words might tumble out against your will. Maybe if you could just apologize, or try to explain whatever distress and ultimately heroic attitude you were undergoing that night– maybe then, you wouldn’t spend this entire class period overthinking every damn breath.

But just when you consider the possibility of glancing at him again– which could eventually lead to the formation of sentences– Thyme’s voice pulls you in. “Evening, everyone, evening!”

Mini textbooks soar their way over to each table as she throws herself and her students into the lesson, and once they settle, teacups on saucers follow in suit. Tea leaf readings, you presume, before you’re confirmed by the guidebook in front of you.

“Tasseography!” White chalk spells it out on the board behind her. “For today’s new adventure, you’ll read each other’s fortunes in the cups that sit before you.”

And— yeah, sure, of course you will.

She gives you the breakdown, about drinking the tea and setting the leaves at the bottom, documenting your findings— the works. With how thick the guide is, entailing an overwhelming amount of symbols and what they may mean, the assignment should be easy. Unfortunately for you, however, your partner is Draco Malfoy— particularly, a Draco Malfoy that isn’t very pleased with you at the moment.

Tea has never quite been your favorite. It has its moments, but there are certainly plenty of ways to make bad tea, and the one in your hand might as well be the worst of all. This isn’t the fault of the tea itself— in actuality, it’s devastatingly average— but you don’t think you’ve consumed anything any slower than this. There can’t be more than a few spoonfuls of liquid alone, but damn it, the lengths you’ll go to prolong the inevitable.

You’re left to your own advances, and Draco has probably finished his cup, ready to swap, but you don’t know for sure— you still haven’t looked in his direction again. What should take you maybe two minutes flat is instead pushed into five— seven if you’re patient— until there’s nothing left but the mushy leaves. They drain out at the bottom and begin to take shape with each other…Maybe you could pretend to keep drinking?

Ah, to hell with it. You lock eyes with Thyme and have no choice but to bite the bullet before causing a scene. He’s already looking at you when you finally turn to face him, expression entirely blank.

“Are you quite done?” His eyes aren’t exactly holding you hostage, but the emotionless phase is. The friendship you had been chipping at wasn’t all in your head, was it? Sure, a couple of conversations and a class-mandated assignment aren’t the most ideal indicators of companionship, but you enjoyed that time together. You had fun. Hadn’t he?

“With…”

“With the tea.” He nudges the cup with his own grounds over to your side of the table.

“Right,” you say, and oblige his implications. In the process of an exchange, you brush up against the cool skin of his thumb. The glasses are so small in any average hands such as yours, let alone Draco’s. He can’t even try to fit two fingers into the handle, so he cradles the other side and lets it swirl.

Unable to resist the nerves in your chest, you blurt, “I wanted to say sorry… for the other night.”

The contents of your cup have captured his interest far more than your words, it seems. He’s so calm that you think he may have not heard you, but he eventually shrugs a shoulder. “What for? It won’t change anything.”

“I happen to quite like Div,” you say, simply put, “and I don’t want to hate my partner. Believe it or not, I would prefer being friends.”

And, finally, something other than an unbelievable amount of impartiality graces his face. It takes a moment to decipher, but you settle on bemusement– then the smallest twitch of his mouth. “Friendship is rather optimistic.” Something about the lift of his eyebrows when he darts his gaze sideways has you cracking a smile. “But I can be civil, I suppose.”

“Brilliant.” A weight suddenly lifts itself from your shoulders, unclouding your mind for the first time in what feels like forever. “Now, on with it. What are my leaves telling you?”

Draco sits up a little straighter than before, adjusting as he raises the cup to his level. The mini inspection is brief, and in time, he notes, “You’ve got a spiral in yours, spinning counterclockwise. It’s… introspection. It’s asking you to slow down and reflect.”

It’s asking you? Oh, he must be taunting– he didn’t even look at the guidebook! And to be so certain… so succinct…

You peek over to confirm his findings. “And what if it were spinning clockwise instead?”

“You’re aware, I’m sure, that there are quite a myriad of ways to analyse divination results– where the spiral is, what surrounds it, its size…” he rambles on with a sigh, head gently lulling alongside the dramatics.

“I’m aware.”

“So something like a clockwise spiral could otherwise refer to growth, or a journey. Moving forward. It’s subjective, vague enough to be personalized to the individual. But that isn’t the fortune for you today– you’re being guided to look inwards.”

Is this Thyme, disguised as Draco, giving you a read? The theory is quickly dispelled by the tapping of her boots coming from the back of the classroom. She waves and twirls around the massive, silky drapes that frame the great window. Huh. So your eyes don’t deceive you– this is Draco.

“You knew all of this? Off the top of your head?”

He shrugs, and fucking smirks, smug as hell, despite whatever composure he’s been trying to upkeep. “One of us should be knowledgeable on the subject, don’t you agree?”

“Alright, show-off, don’t get too excited now. It’s my turn, and, honestly, I think you’ve managed to defy all laws of tea leaf readings, because I swear on my life…” You peer down into the teacup of Draco’s fortune, grimacing, then tip it to give him a better view. Even after a pause for any further ideas to reveal themselves, you have no other answer. “This is a worm.”

He scowls in an instant, managing to tenderly snatch the cup right out of your hand. Whilst he frowns down at the squiggly line of tea leaves, you take a shot at the guidebook– only half seriously– and go right to the back of the alphabetically ordered list… and there’s just no way. On its very own page… The Worm. And, to make matters worse, you don’t think you’ve ever seen the words ‘hidden’ and ‘danger’ written so frequently in a single section before.

“Good news, there’s a page for the worm symbol! Can you believe it?” Your stare is plastered onto the thick book in your hands as you skim it. “Bad news, though, the fortune itself is terrible.”

It’s his huff that lures you away from the writing, and only for a second do you lock eyes, before he’s back to scrutinizing the cup. “This is not a worm.”

“What is it, then?”

Before he can respond, your name is being called from the opposite direction. It grabs your attention and, from her table with Cedric, Marla is the source. “Have you gotten anything good?”

“A spiral! It suggests I reflect and look inwards, or something.” You nod solemnly, mentally holding onto the description that Draco gave. “And Draco got a worm.”

Marla’s brow hitches, and behind her, Cedric stifles a laugh. He absentmindedly turns through the guide, only visibly engaging in the conversation when Marla replies, “Cedric got a heart.”

“Yeah,” Cedric chimes in, leaning forward to reach within your earshot, “So don’t be surprised when I find the love of my life this term!”

Shaking her head, Marla rolls her eyes so hard it appears painful. “Romance is not the only conclusion from a heart, but, sure, why not?” She then lifts her cup from the table and lets you get a glimpse into it. “I have a key in mine. New opportunities, prosperity, adaptability…” A real sweet smile on her face contrasts the faux nonchalant shrug she gives.

“Oh? That’s so perfect for you!”

“Isn’t it?” Her eyes must twinkle with how great her grin is, the glee blooming off of her as she sets the cup back down. “I’m thinking it refers to that internship I applied for at the Astral Administration.”

“Mention my name when you’re giving acceptance speeches.”

“I’m sure I’ll give you thanks in at least one of them..”

You laugh in jest, “Ha-ha,” before Cedric draws her back in with something about an actual Snitch being an official tea leaf symbol. How very topical, in a world such as this.

When you turn back towards Draco, it’s as if class has just barely begun– his stance is identical to before, with a stone cold face and eyes that could be anywhere else but here. You wonder if the interaction with Marla was enough to upset him, but no… this is different. The disturbance doesn’t seem like it has anything to do with you at all. The cup with his worm has been nudged to the very edge of the table.

An are you okay? is on the tip of your tongue, when Professor Thyme swoops in from seemingly nowhere, right to Draco’s side. She looms over the two of you, brunette hair dangling at her elbows. “Anything marvelous in your fortune, Mister Malfoy?”

His eyes snap upwards, and his neck tilts back just the slightest, while every other aspect of him remains idle. “I’ve got a worm,” he says, with no inclination to elaborate.

Thyme’s appearance contorts with curiosity, and her lip kind of curls like she’s in on some secret– and who wouldn’t be, when so intertwined with the world of divination? Her fingertips sweep across the table as she continues to walk, digits and knuckles thinly veiled by the skin of her hand. Pleased with the participation of her students, she nods, “Excellent,” and moves onwards.

Has he given into his vermian fate? It’s rather silly, actually, how much you’d pay to know his thoughts. This entire ordeal of friendship would be made far easier by it, no doubt.

You nearly ask him, again, if he’s feeling alright, when he masterfully drags his fancy quill along his paper, keeping to himself once more. He must need time to think, you figure, with his sinister, wormy fate and whatnot, so you only mimic his behavior. With a pen, you write up something about looking… inwards… towards what? An aim to please? Crippling indecision? Whatever the case, it’s all on the table.

When Thyme concludes the class, Marla’s soft hand embraces yours, but only for a beat, in farewell, before she’s off to her next lesson. She leaves you to pack up, slipping materials into your bag alongside Draco, and unable to shake the desire to make at least one more attempt for the day. So as he stands up and out of his seat, you almost snap your damn neck to look up at him.

“Hey,” you say, perhaps beginning to accept your idiotic nature.

He halts any further movement, the strap of his book bag in hand, and meets your eyes. “Hi?”

“Me and Cedric are off to get drinks right now. Would you join us?” He doesn’t appear any more amused than before, so you try a smile. “My treat.”

Eventually, he gives way with a half-roll of his eyes, glaring to the side. “As if I need to be treated.” And you hold your breath for him to continue– to outwardly agree– but the way he slips into his crossbody bag and waits is enough to ensure your victory.

Meanwhile, since the damn millisecond of the invitation, you’ve been ignoring the fucking sear of Cedric’s eyes in the back of your head. You’ll have to apologize for this later.

Partly because the walk to El Mago Dulce is… something else. First, the pace is just utterly off. Draco’s at your left, tall and in stride, and Cedric is just a hair slower than usual to your right, not fully back in his best shape. And second, by the time you’re halfway there, you still have not mastered the balance between a dual conversation. Cedric yaps about how kind his professors have been, how he’s managed to stay on top of his workload, and the next time they’ll let him back on the quidditch pitch. Every so often, you attempt to loop Draco in, but he’s as uncooperative as Cedric is— and he doesn’t seem to particularly mind taking the backseat to this entire interaction.

And in other ways, you’d have to apologize to Draco, because you hadn’t realized that bringing him to El Mago Dulce would be like introducing him to your relatives. When you bring a third— unfamiliar but familiar— face through the door, and that bell rings, you think Panne must’ve been too surprised to even greet you. Instead, she makes a tiny ‘O’ with her mouth and stares from the table that she’s tending to.

Is she also going to be weird about this? Not that any of it is entirely unwarranted, but you aren’t sure if you can handle another conversation about how careful you should be around Draco Malfoy. The concern sort of slips your mind, though, when you and Cedric pick a booth and sit across from each other, and Draco slides in right next to you, bumping a little into your shoulder— not that he pays any special attention to it. He’s instead distracted by the pretty pink lampshades and the tall, clear pantries lined up along a wall. They’re always stocked with the freshest sweetbread, any kind you can think of.

“Ay, mijo,” Panne’s voice comes nearer at a record-breaking speed, before any of you can get a word in, until she’s at Cedric’s side of the table. He does his best to stand and meet her, but the tabletop restricts his knees, so he goes in for the hug the very best he can, grinning mad. “How are you? Did you get everything?”

“Every cookie, bread, drink, I got it all,” says Cedric, pulling his face away from her shoulder and sitting back down, his hand offering a final squeeze. “And I’m practically brand new! Not a scratch on me anymore.”

Though this isn’t… particularly true. The majority of Cedric’s injuries– scrapes and bruises and all– have gone away with remedies and time, but he’s also shown you and Marla a split on his ribcage that refuses to ease up. It doesn’t even hurt anymore, but it’s thick and scarred and you cringe just thinking about it, hidden beneath Cedric’s layers.

When they’ve just about finished catching up, a round of butterbeers finds the table, and from behind the counter, Canelo gives a small nod of acknowledgement. You wave in thanks, and Panne clasps her hands together. “Is there anything else I can get for you? Butterbeers are on the house, to celebrate our sweet Cedric’s recovery!” And there’s no protests about that.

“Have you ever tried champurrado?” You ask Draco, to which his eyebrows pinch together and he shakes his head. “I’m usually not a fan, but Panne’s is a must-try! He’ll have one, please.”

Panne has been primarily focused on you and Cedric, but now she looks at Draco, and her smile never falters. “Of course, one champurrado for sweet…”

“Draco,” he finishes, “thank you.”

And then she’s off to assist new guests that walk in, and you kind of can’t resist a breath of relief. She must know the… iconic Draco Malfoy, even by appearance alone– but to ask him his name regardless? The gesture warms your heart, if no one else’s.

“That was Panne,” you say, mostly to fill the gap of silence, “and her husband, at the bar, is Canelo. Los Dulces.”

Draco looks all confused again, eyes squinted now like he’s trying to detect something else in your words. He asks, hushedly, “Are those their real names?”

Well… mostly, you think, so you shrug, even though his sincerity urges you to laugh. A couple of years ago, you asked the same question to Panne herself, long since securing your spot as a regular. Canelo Dulce is and has always been Canelo Dulce, but Panne is a nickname. Patricia Analise Dulce… Panne. “Yeah, pretty much. A cute coincidence?”

By the time the champurrado arrives, and you’ve already had a few drinks of the butterbeers, you’re fairly certain that Cedric has looked in every fucking direction, at all corners of the café, except for Draco. The worst part is, you can’t really blame him– you did spring this on him, after all, but you didn’t think that his distaste was anything beyond a general distrust, rather than some personal beef. As always, his melodrama has been underestimated.

“It’s thick,” Draco notes, and drinks again from his new mug. You wait for further analysis, and you catch his eyes when they drag over towards yours, acutely aware of your attention. “Chocolate, cinnamon, and something else…”

“The masa, probably. That’s what makes it thick.” Your input does noticeably little to serve his curiosity, but he returns to the drink anyway.

At the other end of the table, Cedric cannot be any less engaged. Chin in one hand, butterbeer in the other, and he is fucking glowering at you. It almost makes you laugh again– and you do crack a smile– but you opt to entertain him instead. “Have I told you about my shift tomorrow? And, yes, I’m being forced to work.”

This finally subdues him, but only slightly, as he releases himself from the laser beam glare and leans back against the plush leather seat, arms crossed. “Merlin forbid you work two shifts a week.”

“Three, actually– sometimes four! Can you believe it?”

“Absolutely mad. How dare they?” He eases up now, even tossing back the little playful simper as his shoulders fall.

“Yeah, well, I’ll forgive them this once. I’m doing another tour tomorrow and it’ll be the last before the snow sets in! Butterflies everywhere, fairies working overtime, and the gardens coming out of transition phase. It’ll be perfect.”

To your side, Draco is slithering around at the mere mention of fairies. That memory of your time together at The Grove rouses you, so before Cedric can respond, you add, “Draco actually met Flora the other day.”

Cedric stalls in his reply, locked up with your gaze, like he’s wondering if you’re being deadass, if you’re really trying to force him into a conversation about and– oh god, maybe even with Draco Malfoy. It takes everything not to giggle at how quickly the buoyancy is wiped clean off his face, leaving a dry smile in its wake. He yields, though begrudgingly, “Really…”

And… that’s all. You hold out hope for him to say literally anything else– anything that you can use to propel the conversation further– but the makeshift rhetorical question is the last of his contributions. Your attempt is hopeless, however, like your savior, Draco butts in all on his own.

“That bloody Flora, wouldn’t mind if I never saw her again.”

This has you jumping to her defense now, testifying on behalf of Flora’s good character, and joyed to have something to work a conversation with. Although the sneer on Draco’s face is relentless, you’ve at least got his ear. “Oh, and just wait ‘til you meet Ivy! She’s much easier to befriend.”

This route of conversation, though purely accidental, might be your saving grace of the evening, if only Cedric would give in. You watch each other for a few hardened seconds, before he shifts his attention over to Draco, utterly defeated. He fishes something from the logs of his memories in an attempt of affability, on your behalf. “When I first met Flora, she managed to sic a colony of fire ants on me. One crawled right up my leg and burrowed itself, until I was a case even Madame Amani had never seen before. So… you’re not quite alone.”

His voice is so calm, entirely opposed to his live reaction that day, maybe two years ago now, and it has you laughing, even if neither of your companions are up for that sort of mood at the moment— the absurdity of the memory still drags it out of you. And the masked terror on Draco’s face does nothing to quell your hilarity. Through your fist, you physically attempt to reign yourself in and intervene once more, “To be fair, that was mainly George’s doing. It was all in good fun.”

“And you made no effort to talk sense into either of them! Quite the friend you are, I should’ve cut you off right then.”

“Yeah, you should’ve.”

Draco and his everlasting posture endures in the spot next to you, but he leans into the seat a little further now, perhaps, like Cedric, accepting the circumstances. It had earlier crossed your mind that you may have to cut this coffee date short, make something up about schoolwork or preparations for tomorrow’s tour, only for the sake of mimicking a natural end to an awkward event. Though by the time your butterbeer dwindles down to nothing at the bottom of the glass, and Draco offers up the rest of his own– “The champurrado is superior anyway.” – you find those efforts unnecessary.

When you’ve managed about half of the second mug, giving up on the rest, Panne interrupts a conversation about quidditch cups. It’s nice, for a moment, to experience the conversation rather than lead it. In one hand, she has another rolled up bag with what must be sweetbread, and with the other, she palms it flat against the plane of her chest, right over her heart.

“Those poor kids,” she says, sullen, and meets the confusion on your face. You weren’t quite aware that the news had made it so far out of campus, though word spreads fast, and perhaps news outlets even faster. “Canelo checks the papers every day, and nothing! Zilch, nada. No updates on them.”

“It’s the same for us at school,” says Cedric, in a softer voice now that the bell is ringing at the entrance, bringing in more guests and bigger crowds. “Nurses won’t tell us a thing.”

Panne curses to herself and leaves the bag at the center of the table, rolled up nice and neat. “You three be careful. I don’t think our old hearts could take it if you were hurt.” She directs her attention between you and Cedric then adds, “Make sure you tell Marla this, too.”

If Panne had wielded the same information about the potential cause of this tragedy— or that you dared to press the matters and get involved— would she be upset? Try to convince you to leave the situation alone, to let the professionals deal with it? Maybe, and perhaps she’d be right to do so. The clutter escapes your mind as you bid farewells and head back to campus, Cedric wasting no time to unravel the bag.

“There’s an extra vanilla!” He looks across from you, finding Draco on the other side, and holds out the offering. “Must be for you.”

Once distributed, and the lone strawberry is wrapped up to be saved, Draco finally speaks up again, mostly to himself, and just before biting into the treat, “How could they possibly know vanilla is my favorite?”

Cedric is the first to split off once you hit the edge of campus, leaving you and Draco to lead once more to the Slytherin dormitories. The sweetest nap in the school’s most comfortable bed awaits you, now that you can bear to sleep again. In this spirit, there aren’t many words to be said as you walk, instead embracing the breeze and dusting sugar powder off your fingertips. This was a success, you think, and you wonder if Draco might be inclined to join again on one of your butterbeer outings.

Down the last turn to the dorms, a voice calls out, “Mister Malfoy!”

Your head whips around in every direction, but not a single person in sight appears to be the source. Had Draco not followed the sound, you might’ve thought yourself to have imagined it. He even replies to someone you still cannot pinpoint, “Good to see you sir.” A little bow of his head steers you straight to the wall, where a portrait of a man waving a few fingers greets you in passing.

“You‘re friends with the portraits?” Mentally add it to the list of fun Draco facts that have surprised you thus far; though, upon consideration, it sort of suits him.

“They’re good company.” He speaks so casually, and glances into your gaping eyes when he doesn’t get a response. “Rather wise, too.”

It’s a jovial stroll to the common room, where Draco mutters something about alchemy coursework and scurries off up his set of stairs, too fast for you to even slip in a meaningful goodbye– or to segue into a debrief of the afternoon. It’s too bad, but you figure that you’ll catch up with him again during the next class.

Nothing insane has changed by the end of the day, really. Your relationship with Draco has been remedied, and he and Cedric may be able to do more than simply scowl at each other now, but the world still spins, and much business has yet to be tended to. Best save it for another time, you agree upon yourself when you’ve curled up in bed at the end of it all.

As for now, the weight of Draco Malfoy on your mind, particularly for the nth night in a row, is becoming too much to bear. Though, for once, you’re at ease, because at the rate things are going, with the amends and truces of the day, all should be settling back to what it once was– or even to a new and improved version, you dare to hope. This will be the last night Draco Malfoy consumes your consciousness. And in the back of your brain, swinging between sleep and wakefulness, Henry Selwyn and Rebecca Avery. Finally, anxiety has no grip on your heart, and surely the nurses will find a way to cure whatever curse or illness has fallen upon them. You’re certain of it.

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queereads-bracket · 7 months ago

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Queer Fantasy Books Bracket: Round 1

Book summaries below:

When Women Were Dragons by Kelly Barnhill

Alex Green is a young girl in a world much like ours, except for its most seminal event: the Mass Dragoning of 1955, when hundreds of thousands of ordinary wives and mothers sprouted wings, scales, and talons; left a trail of fiery destruction in their path; and took to the skies. Was it their choice? What will become of those left behind? Why did Alex’s beloved aunt Marla transform but her mother did not? Alex doesn’t know. It’s taboo to speak of. Forced into silence, Alex nevertheless must face the consequences of this astonishing event: a mother more protective than ever; an absentee father; the upsetting insistence that her aunt never even existed; and watching her beloved cousin Bea become dangerously obsessed with the forbidden. In this timely and timeless speculative novel, award-winning author Kelly Barnhill boldly explores rage, memory, and the tyranny of forced limitations. When Women Were Dragons exposes a world that wants to keep women small—their lives and their prospects—and examines what happens when they rise en masse and take up the space they deserve. Fantasy, historical fiction, alternate history, 1950s

The Left-Handed Booksellers of London series (The Left-Handed Booksellers of London, The Sinister Booksellers of Bath) by Garth Nix

In a slightly alternate London in 1983, Susan Arkshaw is looking for her father, a man she has never met. Crime boss Frank Thringley might be able to help her, but Susan doesn’t get time to ask Frank any questions before he is turned to dust by the prick of a silver hatpin in the hands of the outrageously attractive Merlin. Merlin is a young left-handed bookseller (one of the fighting ones), who with the right-handed booksellers (the intellectual ones), are an extended family of magical beings who police the mythic and legendary Old World when it intrudes on the modern world, in addition to running several bookshops. Susan’s search for her father begins with her mother’s possibly misremembered or misspelt surnames, a reading room ticket, and a silver cigarette case engraved with something that might be a coat of arms. Merlin has a quest of his own, to find the Old World entity who used ordinary criminals to kill his mother. As he and his sister, the right-handed bookseller Vivien, tread in the path of a botched or covered-up police investigation from years past, they find this quest strangely overlaps with Susan’s. Who or what was her father? Susan, Merlin, and Vivien must find out, as the Old World erupts dangerously into the New. Fantasy, young adult, urban fantasy, adventure

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fuzzysoul-draws · 2 years ago

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Wanted to make my takes on Nic and Luna in the Marla in Wonderland AU that Momo drew :]

I made Nic the Caterpillar, and Luna the Dormouse !

August 31, 2023. -Fuzzy.

Extra under the cut

I considered making Nic the Knave of Hearts but for a few reasons decided against it Mainly because Odette is the Red Queen and I don't think she'd want anything to do with Nic

Luna I also considered making the Frogman Footman skljfsdkj but I think Dormouse works better with Lucas being the Cheshire

I gave Luna a teacup hat because the Dormouse was dunked in a teapot and liked the idea of replacing her witch hat with a teacup because of that

The teacup is Merlin coloured :]

I like to think kaiju Merlin would be the Jabberwock . for fun and it works for Marla's entire thing against Luna and by extension Merlin

#I had fun designing these !#I really like how the mushroom looks too #alice in wonderland #marla in wonderland #high class homos #highclasshomos #high class homos fanart #my art #digital art #fanart #momozerii #luna nocturne #lunarella nocturne #high class homos luna #nicolosi hch #high class homos nicolosi #luna hch #hch

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its-more-than-just-a-fantasy · 7 years ago

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SOFIA 30 DAYS CHALLENGE

DAY 3 - FAVOURITE MAGE

pretty difficult for me to choose only one, so I’ve made a little list:

1. CEDRIC THE SENSATIONAL because he really is awesome, lovely, adorable, funny... in a word SENSATIONAL in everything he does!

2. CEDRIC’S FAMILY Cordelia and Callista in particular!!! I adore them both, pity there were so few episodes with them

3. MERLIN he was great in “THE SWORD IN THE STONE” he was even better in this show!!

4. LUCINDA, MARLA AND ALL THE WITCHES!!!

#Sofia the First #sofia the fandom #sofia30day #cedric the sensational #winifred the wise #goodwyn the great #cordelia the conjuror #Calista's face #merlin #marla the wicked witch #lucinda the witch #indigo and lily #substitute cedric #too cute to spook #cauldronation day #gone with the wand #forever royal

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changlingfamilies · 4 years ago

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Happy Anniversary

Remember back when I did the cover for the first Changling Families book and I said ‘twelve people was a little much’? Well, here are all 35 current members of the Changling Families! It took me over a week to do and nearly every character had to be drawn individually!

More info under the cut.

So many Characters! Than you to everyone who has held out with this fic series all this time!

I probably could have included Dick, Charlie, and Chuck if I REALLY wanted to but this was already a really tight squeeze so the three of them were not present for family picture day...I had originally wanted to put all the kids by their parents and to try and put the couples together but...those were unrealistic expectations...So all the adult couples are together and most of the kids are near their parental units. Exceptions being Douxie, Claire, Eli, and Aja.

There are three pieces of foreshadowing for those with a cleaver eye. A couple people have some design changes and there are two coloring mistakes. I forgot Barbara’s white hair, Douxie’s and Claire’s blue hair, and Merlin’s halfpipe hat was supposed to be plaid.

On the topic of Merlin, I based his outfit off of my grandfathers’ outfits. All three of them. This is to properly capture the fashion disaster the old man is. His hat is something my Pipi wears, his jacket and boots are something my Popa Karl would wear, and his band shirt and jeans are something my Grandpa, would wear. He is wearing an Ash Dispersal Pattern shirt. He’s gotta support his boy’s hobbies some how!

For Nari, I changed her outfit a little and just did what I used to do for Vulcans when I did Star Trek art. I gave her a normal human skin tone (In this case, the same one I used for Mary) and then over layed it with a semitransparent green layer.

Barla and Marla are wearing outfits that match each of their parents. Barla is wearing a onsie that matches Bular’s kilt and Marla is wearing a onsie that matches Bagwella’s dress.

Here's the character list for yall.

Top: Aja, Archie

1st row: Bagdwella, Barla, Bular, Marla, Arrrgh, Tronos, Draal, Erik, Angor, Stardust,

2nd row: Blinky, Otto, Lenora, Antonia, Walter, Barbara, Nomura, Morgana, Merlin

Front: Douxie, Nari, Elizabeth, Seamus, Cordelia, Mary, Toby, Claire, Xena, Jim, Wally, Eli, Krel, Darcy, Steve

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ameliathefatcat · 4 years ago

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Cedric for the ask meme!

favorite thing about them

Magic

least favorite thing about them

I don’t like him that much. Like he was so creepy in the early seasons

favorite line

Merlin’s Mushrooms

brOTP

Bailiywick

OTP

Marla (Lucinda mom)

nOTP

Cedfia 🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮

random headcanon

He was never hugged as a child

unpopular opinion

He doesn’t deserve all the love he gets. I’m not just a big fan of him

song i associate with them

None rn

favorite picture of them

#sofia the first #cedric the sorcerer #ask me anything #ask game #ask meme

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lilychestnut · 5 years ago

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Fictional ISFJ pairings with every other MBTI type

Hey tumblr! For kind of no reason at all I decided to do a little mini project and compile a list of pairings in fiction between my type (ISFJ) and each of the other MBTI types. I love Myers Briggs and think it’s really fun and I think the dynamics between any two types can be so compelling and interesting.

A couple notes: I included canon pairings and popular noncanon pairings. This includes movies, TV, and books. Typings are either from Personality Database if it’s a character from a fandom I’m not in, my own typings, or from Funky MBTI in Fiction. I definitely feel more confident about some typings than others. Some combinations of types seem to be much more popular than others: ISFJ x ESTP is very popular, and some type theory suggests they are the “ideal” pair. I had a bit of trouble finding ISFJ x INTP pairings, but there are a couple on here. First name listed is the ISFJ, second name is the other type paired with them. If I don’t specify whether I’m referring to a book or TV/movie adaptation, I generally mean both the book and its adaptation.

If there’s interest in this I’ll do more types than just my own (ie, ESTJs and every other type next). Keep reading for the list!

ISFJ x ISFJ: Allison/Isaac (Teen Wolf), Rory/Dean (Gilmore Girls), Clark/Lana (Smallville), Betty/Henry (Mad Men), Mina/Jonathan (Dracula), Gideon/Sophie (The Infernal Devices series)

ISFJ x ISTJ: Clarke/Lexa (The 100), Sun/Jin (Lost), Rita/Dexter (Dexter), Missandei/Grey Worm (Game of Thrones)

ISFJ x ISFP: Allison/Scott (Teen Wolf), Josie/Hope (Legacies), Jason/Piper (Percy Jackson series), Simon/Clary (Mortal Instruments book series and Shadowhunters TV), Cho/Harry (Harry Potter series), Martha/Jonas (Dark), Violet/Finch (All the Bright Places)

ISFJ x ISTP: Angel/Spike (Buffyverse), Clarke/Raven (The 100), Otis/Maeve (Sex Education), Carol/Daryl (The Walking Dead), Simon/Maia (Mortal Instruments, Shadowhunters), Simon/Jace (Mortal Instruments book series), Asami/Mako (The Legend of Korra)

ISFJ x ESFJ: Ann/Leslie (Parks and Rec), Stefan/Caroline (The Vampire Diaries), Jane/Bingley (Pride and Prejudice), Luke/Jocelyn (Mortal Instruments, Shadowhunters)

ISFJ x ESTJ: Angel/Cordelia (Buffyverse), Angel/Wesley (Buffyverse), Emily/Paige (Pretty Little Liars), Narcissa/Lucius (Harry Potter series), Suki/Sokka (ATLA), Yue/Sokka (ATLA)

ISFJ x ESFP: Angel/Buffy (Buffyverse), Vivien/Ben (American Horror Story: Murder House), Emily/Maya (Pretty Little Liars), Simon/Izzy (Shadowhunters TV), Boone/Shannon (Lost), Will/Elizabeth (Pirates of the Carribean)

ISFJ x ESTP: Angel/Faith (Buffyverse), Amenadiel/Mazikeen (Lucifer), Gwen/Arthur (Merlin), Rory/Logan (Gilmore Girls), Clark/Lois (Smallville), Rory/Amy (Doctor Who), Asami/Korra (The Legend of Korra), Simon/Izzy (Mortal Instruments book series), Elijah/Hayley (The Vampire Diaries), April/Jackson (Grey’s Anatomy), Rita/Phil (Groundhog Day), Brienne/Jaime (Game of Thrones), Wolf/Scarlet (Lunar Chronicles series), Nora/Patch (Hush, Hush)

ISFJ x INFJ: Claire/Daredevil (MCU), Piper/Leo (Charmed), Sara/Michael (Prison Break), Soraya/Amir (The Kite Runner)

ISFJ x INTJ: Clark/Lex (Smallville), Sonya/Raskolnikov (Crime and Punishment), Cristina/Kieran (The Dark Artifices series)

ISFJ x INTP: John/Sherlock (BBC Sherlock), Charlotte/Henry (The Infernal Devices series)

ISFJ x INFP: Rory/Jess (Gilmore Girls), Stefan/Elena (The Vampire Diaries), Kitty/Konstantin (Anna Karenina), Tina/Newt (Fantastic Beasts), Cordelia/James (The Last Hours series)

ISFJ x ENFJ: Ann/Chris (Parks and Rec), Amenadiel/Linda (Lucifer), Gwen/Morgana (Merlin), Danny/Clara (Doctor Who), Emily/Alison (Pretty Little Liars), Glenn/Maggie (The Walking Dead)

ISFJ x ENTJ: Allison/Lydia (Teen Wolf), Rory/Paris (Gilmore Girls), Clarke/Bellamy (The 100), Betty/Don (Mad Men), Josie/Penelope (Legacies), Simon/Jace (Shadowhunters TV), Stefan/Katherine (The Vampire Diaries)

ISFJ x ENTP: Annie/Jeff (Community), Pam/Jim (The Office), Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Eddie/Richie (IT book), Dave/Klaus (The Umbrella Academy), Annette/Sebastian (Cruel Intentions), Paulie/Juno (Juno), Anne/Frederick (Persuasion), Pepper/Tony (MCU)

ISFJ x ENFP: Clark/Chloe (Smallville), Angel/Darla (Buffyverse), Stefan/Rebekah (The Vampire Diaries), Diane/Lloyd (Say Anything), The Narrator/Marla (Fight Club), Joel/Clementine (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind), Nick/Rachel (Crazy Rich Asians), Cristina/Mark (The Dark Artifices series)

#mbti #myers briggs #mbti in fiction #isfj #16 personalities #mbti text post #mbti examples #mbti characters #isfj characters #intj #infp #infj #intp #entp #isfp #mine

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hitchell-mope · 5 years ago

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A new sitcom concept

Set at a university of located in the Dover cliffs. I’m thinking it’d be called Magus University. Main setting is Arcturus House. Main character is Astoroth (nicknamed Astor or Roth) Rymand. A sophomore. He’s a perky goth warlock who’s majoring in necromancy. He’s allergic to most forms or makeup so no eyeliner. He got the smoky eye affect from not sleeping for eight months. He’s been appointed as the parole officer for new student. A forest nymph by the name or Anthea Crimson. She’s in exile for maybe possibly launching a coup against her warmongering father. So you got the aloof fish out of water new girl and earnest innocent guide dynamic who may or may not end up together

Then there’s the dean and his family. Auspice Randall is a direct descendant of Merlin and as such ages backwards. He’s been alive as long as Shakespeare’s been dead but doesn’t look a day over thirty. He was a brilliant magician. But ever since the d-day landings he’s been a bit muddled up. Which means his daughter Winifred has to take up the most of the duties he’d otherwise perform such as orientation and guidance counselling. His mother is still alive but she’s in the final stage of their cycle before second infancy and eventual death. His grandson is a contemporary of Astoroth and Anthea.

There’s an underlying arc of some freshman who has to defeat a dragon to fulfil some family prophecy. But it’s all in the background and doesn’t directly affect the plot until the end when Winifred’s wife turns out to be the dragon said freshman is fated to kill. It all works out in the end though. After a brief but unseen battle that nobody will ever talk about again

Proposed cast:

Mitchell Hope as Astoroth Rymand. Majors in necromancy under the belief that “everyone deserves a second chance”. Perky goth who takes his fashion cue from the likes of the ouat version of the mad hatter, Rumplestiltskin and Burton mad hatter.

China Anne McClain as Anthea Crimson. Exiled princess of the new forest. Her brother sneaked her out after she tried to murder their father for waging war on the Forest of Dean. Still a tad haughty but defrosts over time. Not traumatised. Just pissed off and tired

Dylan Sprouse as Auspice Randall the Dean of Magus University. Part of the Merlinites who’re the direct descendants of the great wizard himself. Has been experiencing memory problems since the d-day landings but still very with it in regards to general attitude

Abigail Spencer as Winifred Randall-Monton-Carlo, Auspice’s daughter. Born around Victoria’s ascension. Nominally the augury professor but she’s slowly had to take over her fathers responsibilities as his conditions worsened

Rose McIver as Elandra Monton-Randall. Winifred’s wife and and Drex’s stepmother. A New Zealand freshwater dragon. Human sized and a runt by her species standards. Unknowingly hunted by the “chosen one”

Abby Ryder Fortson as Marla Randall. Auspice’s mother. The exact same age as Richard the third. Currently in the penultimate state or her life cycle before second infancy and eventual death. Dislikes being treated with kid gloves and has aspirations of being a daredevil

Idris Elba as Finlay Carlo. Winifred’s ex husband. A faun. Professor of Naturae Magicae. Born the day Prince Albert died. Introduced Winifred to Elandra

Keith David as Tainan Randall-Carlo. Finlay and Winifred’s son. Half faun and half Merlinite. In Astoroth’s necromancy class

John Boyega as Solaran Crimson. Anthea’s brother who helped her escape. Crown prince of the new forest royal family. Doesn’t agree with their father plans and is trying to dismantle the system from the inside

Kodi Smit McPhee as Ephraim Rymand. Astoroth’s younger brother. More of a traditional “warlock” type. Huge Merlin nerd. Has emotionally adopted Auspice as his grandfather. Majoring in healing and Naturae Magicae.

Suggested rating is twelve for minor language, every scenes and flashing imagery. No nudity or romance scenes beyond what they get away with on Disney channel. Not every young adult fantasy show has to be like hbo or Netflix Sabrina. Each episode would be about thirty to fifty minutes long with an hour for the premier and finale. Totalling about ten to twelve episodes

#sitcom concept #mitchell hope #china anne mcclain #dylan sprouse #abigail spencer #abby ryder fortson #rose mciver #idris elba #keith david #john boyega #kodi smit mcphee

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wikitopx · 5 years ago

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Here are the top 500 German Names!

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1. Top 500 German Names

Girls Boys

Emma

Emilia

Hannah / Hanna

Mia

Sofia / Sophia

Lina

Mila

Marie

Ella

Lea

Anna

Clara / Klara

Leni

Lena

Frieda / Frida

Luisa / Louisa

Leonie

Emily / Emilie

Mathilda / Matilda

Charlotte

Ida

Johanna

Amelie

Lia / Liah / Lya

Sophie / Sofie

Lilly / Lilli

Lara

Maja / Maya

Nele / Neele

Greta

Laura

Lotta

Sarah / Sara

Juna / Yuna

Nora

Melina

Paula

Elisa

Pia

Marlene

Victoria / Viktoria

Alina

Julia

Elena

Lisa

Mara / Marah

Mira

Helena

Pauline

Tilda

Luna

Isabella

Maria

Antonia

Finja / Finnja

Anni

Eva

Thea

Elina

Romy

Luise / Louise

Isabell / Isabel / Isabelle

Zoe / Zoé

Fiona

Merle

Josephine / Josefine

Hailey

Elli / Elly

Carla / Karla

Paulina

Martha / Marta

Malia

Lucy / Lucie

Mina

Rosalie

Jana

Emely / Emelie

Milena

Valentina

Carlotta / Karlotta

Maila / Mayla

Theresa / Teresa

Katharina

Magdalena

Annika

Nina

Amalia

Elisabeth

Olivia

Jule

Luana

Liya

Lotte

Emmi / Emmy

Amy

Linda

Ronja

Amelia

Melissa

Leila / Leyla

Stella

Jasmin / Yasmin

Annabell / Annabelle

Alma

Miriam

Chiara / Kiara

Aaliyah / Aliya

Freya

Malina

Liana

Anastasia

Lene

Franziska

Liv

Milla

Ylvi / Ylvie

Alicia

Ava

Rosa

Zoey

Marleen / Marlen

Alessia

Elif

Amira

Aurelia

Lucia

Ela

Kira / Kyra

Aria / Arya

Diana

Selina

Elise

Evelyn / Evelin / Eveline

Ariana

Jette

Marla

Alea

Enna

Lynn / Linn

Helene

Livia

Mariella

Alexandra

Carolina / Karolina

Edda

Tessa

Linnea

Sina / Sinah

Vanessa

Aurora

Vivien / Vivienne

Milana

Cataleya

Talia / Thalia

Eliana

Leana

Malea

Mona

Aylin / Eileen / Aileen / Ayleen

Laila / Layla

Liliana

Alice

Jara / Yara

Jonna

Mathea / Matea

Lorena

Alisa

Carolin / Caroline / Karoline

Nela

Kaja / Kaya / Caja

Julie

Melia

Samira

Alissa / Alyssa

Daria

Giulia

Smilla

Amina

Elsa

Heidi

Lana

Valerie

Ayla

Medina

Zeynep

Henriette

Amilia

Leticia / Letizia

Malou

Annelie

Hilda

Noemi

Selma

Aleyna

Elin

Liara

Lenja / Lenya

Bella

Hedi / Hedy

Levke

Nika

Celine

Svea

Veronika

Celina

Ruby

Fenja

Hermine

Ina

Larissa

Tabea

Felicitas

Jolina / Joelina

Marina

Valeria

Azra

Michelle

Rebecca

Nisa

Annalena

Alva

Elea

Melody

Palina

Flora

Maira / Meyra

Mariam / Maryam

Natalie / Nathalie

Nala / Nahla

Alena

Cleo

Eleni

Malin

Alya

Felina

Florentine

Helen

Lou

Naila / Nayla

Nelly / Nelli

Christina

Käthe

Leona

Alia

Marlena

Tamara

Tara

Angelina

Carina / Karina

Dalia

Hedda

Leia / Leya

Meryem

Anne

Holly

Madita

Fabienne

Jella

Mailin / Maylin

Mathilde

Enya

Kate

Lilia

Sena

Joleen

Clea

Liesbeth / Lisbeth

Fine / Fiene

Lenia

Sonja

Xenia

Eleonora

Melisa

Enni / Enny

Hira

Adriana

Dana

Defne

Lola

Miray

Tamina

Nicole

Asya

Esther

Josie / Josy

Naomi

Cecilia

Claire

Dilara

Selin

Enie

Fritzi

Leonora

Melek

Miley

Wilma

Esila

Esma

Feline

Rieke

Ada

Amara

Cara

Estelle

Gerda

Lilian / Lillian

Viola

Adelina

Janne

Philine

Tiana

Ivy

Juliana

Kimberly / Kimberley

Lieselotte

Malena

Delia

Enisa

Joana / Joanna

Kim

Ellen

Evelina

Felicia

Liyana

Lilith

Liz

Amanda

Anouk

Eleanor

Samantha

Talea

Arina

Dua

Emilija

Eslem

Irma

Maike / Meike

Nike

Rita

Adele

Alisha

Iva

Josefin / Josephin

Margarete

Romina

Ylva

Elaine

Helin

Joline / Joeline

Josephina / Josefina

Madeleine

Nila

Ophelia

Philippa

Abigail

Anja

Melinda

Scarlett

Toni / Tony

Erna

Gloria

Grace

Jade

Jolie

Madlen / Madleen

Marit

Melanie

Tuana

Annemarie

Debora / Deborah

Jenna

Kiana

Liva

Minna

Shirin

Zofia

Chloe

Fatima

Felia

Friederike

Isa

Jasmina

Jolien

Leandra

Nia

Salome

Giuliana

Inga

Josefa / Josepha

Judith

Megan

Mika

Nea

Neyla

Runa

Ruth

Sunny

Tala

Abby

Alba

Amaya

Anisa

Bianca / Bianka

Eliza

Gabriela

Janna

Jessika / Jessica

Maileen / Mayleen

Natalia

Soraya

Verena

Asel

Cassandra / Kassandra

Eda

Elenor

Julina

Kayla

Lilou

Lydia

Maggy

Meva

Naemi

Penelope

Rahel

Violetta

Alara

Caitlin / Caitlyn

Elis

Ilayda

Judy

Juliane

Sila

Vera

Anita

Charlotta

Evi

Henrieke / Henrike

Jamila

Janina

Ria

Sarina

Stina

Zara

Zuzanna

Zümra

Beyza

Cosima

Ema

Florentina

Ines

Jona / Jonah

Kalea

Katerina

Klea

Masal

Milina

Nilay

Skadi

Tarja

Tina

Charlie / Charly

Franka

Hanne

Hilde

Joy

Joyce

Luzi / Luzie

Marisa

Mary

Meta

Minel

Sandra

Sienna

Vaiana

Adea

Cora

Davina

Dorothea

Erika

Femke

Freda

Hafsa

Jamie

Katja

Nova

Patricia

Philomena

Saphira

Saskia

Tiara

Yaren

Alica

Ashley

Betty

Celia

Clarissa

Dina

Elara

Elodie

Emina

Ben

Paul

Finn / Fynn

Leon

Jonas

Noah

Elias

Felix

Luis / Louis

Henry / Henri

Lukas / Lucas

Luca / Luka

Matteo

Emil

Maximilian

Theo

Oskar / Oscar

Liam

Anton

Jakob / Jacob

Max

Leo

Milan

Moritz

Julian

Alexander

David

Carl / Karl

Jona / Jonah

Samuel

Philipp

Niklas / Niclas

Tom

Mats / Mads

Erik / Eric

Linus

Jonathan

Tim

Rafael / Raphael

Leonard

Mika

Aaron

Vincent

Hannes

Levi

Johann

Lio

Jannis / Janis / Yannis

Fabian

Jan

Lennard / Lennart

Till

Benjamin

Valentin

Artur / Arthur

Simon

Johannes

Maxim / Maksim

Constantin / Konstantin

Marlon

Jannik / Yannik / Yannick / Yannic

Adrian

Joshua

Kilian

Nico / Niko

Mattis / Mathis / Matthis

Theodor

Julius

Toni / Tony

Lian

Luke / Luc

Milo / Milow

Mohammed / Muhammad

Fiete

Fritz

Nick

Bruno

Ole

Lenny

Adam

Gabriel

Matti

Phil

Daniel

Pepe

Malte

Florian

Benedikt

Lias

Nils / Niels

Dominic / Dominik

Michael

Ludwig

Lasse

Damian

Sebastian

Levin

Emilio

Carlo

Timo

Franz

Leopold

Jannes

John

Justus

Thilo / Tilo

Luan

Noel

Tobias

Joris

Oliver

Sam

Emilian

Malik

Lennox

Robin

Bennet

Frederik / Frederic

Piet

Elia / Eliah

Jayden / Jaden

Arian

Nicolas / Nikolas

Jonte

Alessio

Eddie / Eddy

Lion

Bela

Richard

Matthias

Miran

Emir

Lars

Friedrich

Enno

Ilias / Ilyas

Joel

Ferdinand

Marc / Mark

Henrik

Silas

Willi / Willy

Ali

Charlie / Charly

Christian

Bastian

Colin / Collin

Kian

Thore

Mailo

Benno

Jaron / Yaron

Jason

Hugo

Lenn

Neo

Tyler / Tayler

Jamie

Leonardo

Josef / Joseph

Michel

Gustav

Lorenz

Yasin

Jasper

Konrad

Elian

Dean

Lionell

Arne

Finnley / Finley / Finlay

Amir

Manuel

Thomas

Leano

Nikita

Nathan

Alex

Tristan

Aiden / Ayden

Marvin / Marwin

Hendrik

Maik / Meik / Mike

Aras

Curt / Kurt

Martin

Yusuf

Andreas

Hamza

Janosch

Xaver

Elija / Elijah

Lino

Connor / Conner

Leonhard

Eymen

Georg

Leandro

Victor / Viktor

Bjarne

Hanno

Marco / Marko

Marlo

Fabio

Jack

Clemens / Klemens

Diego

Magnus

Mick

Korbinian

Can

Ian

Leander

Antonio

Ömer

Titus

Roman

William

Jano

Mert

Tiago / Thiago

Claas / Klaas

Samu

Marius

Nino

Laurens / Laurenz

Sami

Wilhelm

Darian

Henning

Kalle

Keno

Edgar

Deniz

Erwin

Janne

Marten

Omar

Stefan / Stephan

Timur

Ibrahim

Patrick

Caspar

Otto

Ahmet

Albert

Ayaz

Lean

Christopher

James

Rayan

Alessandro

Dennis

Ilay

Kai / Kay

Peter

Alwin

Carlos

Marcel

Brian / Bryan

Dario

Kaan

Nevio

Robert

Ryan

Yunus

Jakub

Logan

Markus / Marcus

Bilal

Gregor

Darius

Hassan / Hasan

Leonas

Mattes

Mirac

Yigit

Danny / Denny

Eduard

Hans

Julien

Nelio

Kerem

Maurice

Rudi

Tammo

Timon

Ilja

Joscha

Junis

Laurin

Nael

Lutz

Mio

Taylor

Armin

Enes

Karim

Mustafa

Alfred

Christoph

Kevin

Mario

Tino

Valentino

Lijan

Romeo

Umut

Amin

Flynn

Ivan

Jonne

Leonidas

Louie

Mikail

Younes

Björn

Danilo

Emanuel

Giuliano

Jarno

Kjell

Mehmet

Milian

Veit

Youssef

Chris

Egon

Nikolai

Dylan

Ensar

Fred

Jon

Musa

Quentin

Ruben

Thies

Thorin

Tommi

Andre

Emin

Josua

Leif

Loris

Lucien

Miguel

Nathanael

Adriano

Alan

Berat

Devin

Jaro

Juri

Adem

Ahmad

Eren

Kiyan

Mahir

Pius

Anthony

August

Davin

Jesse

Miko

Raik

Rune

Semih

Torben / Thorben

Amar

Angelo

Antoni / Antony

Emre

Matei

Quirin

Ricardo / Riccardo

Tjark

Arvid

Aurelio

Bosse

Efe

Francesco

Hector / Hektor

Jeremy

Jesper

Kirill

Ragnar

Tamme

Vito

Damon

Heinrich

Kuzey

Mattia

Miro

Sandro

Edwin

Elio

Etienne

Jari

Jerome

Levian

Lorenzo

Pablo

Selim

Tamino

Ares

Joost / Jost

Kenan

Levent

Santiago

Tian

Tillmann

Abdullah

Andrej

Arik

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The Unwinding (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Chapter One: Neapolitan Sweetbread

Rated: Mature

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: Running late to your very first day of a Divination class is an entire feat in itself, but so is coming to terms with the fact that the infamous Draco Malfoy is your new desk partner. (See the overarching summary for the future of this fic, here.)

Warnings: Language

A stampede of students is, more or less, the exact opposite of what you need right now.

Your shoulders face collisions head-on, with backpacks and bodies coming at you from nearly every angle. The ocean-esque ebb and flow of the hallway is not particularly unfamiliar; however, when in such a hurry as you are, it picks at your sense of control like a ticking time bomb. And, if you had none, your nerves alone would clear this path in an instant. The wand tucked into the inner pocket of your robe is practically begging to do fuck-all damage.

“I hope she’ll still have me,” you say, rather than inflicting mass destruction, as you let the irritation contort into plain stress. The volume of your voice is watered down by the abundance of conversations, until only your immediate target can hear you.

“She told you just yesterday that she would. It couldn’t have changed in a single night.” A warm hand squeezes yours and holds you close behind. Marla Rinds, or a modern day Moses, parts students like the Red Sea, and her head of curls act as your personal guide. “Just relax.”

Okay, easier said than done, especially when you haven’t been able to breathe for the past week. You aren’t normally so tense, and even if you are, the stakes on the line only double it down. Accelerated Divination is in high demand among the upperclassmen, and it wasn’t until you realized that Quantum Astrological Theory wasn’t for you that you decided to reassess your schedule. It was a miracle that the professor even allowed you to enroll at this point in the term and, until you step foot in the classroom, you cannot will yourself to just relax. If this doesn’t work out, you can say goodbye to graduating on time- which, you’ve decided, is just not an option.

So, a staggering deadbolt to class it is. That very class, which is.. Merlin knows where. It’s a Monday, so the Eastern staircase should be the quickest route.. or is the Northern staircase? Shit, what time do they shift directions again? And, come to think of it, what time is it right now?

Never eat… soggy waffles…

In the stretch that it takes for you to wrap your head around which wing of the building you and Marla are even located, she is already one step ahead of the game. There’s a sort of peace that comes with having her in and within your grasp, with the knowledge that she’ll undoubtedly get you where you need to go.

Her head tilts around and peeks over the other bodies as she navigates the terrain and visibly sighs. She spots the predicament before you even get the chance. Against all odds, more students manage to file out of their classrooms and into the hallway, and you two are not the only ones eager to get to their destinations.

“Shoot.” A dejected huff leaves her for a second, then she raises her voice, “Does anyone have the time?”

Eyes of other students swirl around to land on you and Marla, but the glances are fleeting, and they inevitably return to their own ways. You can’t quite blame them when Marla’s plea drowns out and blends into the accumulation of noise entirely. It’s easy for even you to lose the meaning of her words.

Your pace is hindered even more so as Marla holds out hope for an answer. She squeezes your palm to ease the shared concern, though if it isn’t effective for you, you’re certain that it isn’t effective for her either. Every passerby student seems to move on from the question as quickly as it was asked, and when Marla starts to push forward and pick up stride again, a deep voice calls out from a few heads away.

“Eleven twenty-two,” a man says, speech disembodied until you lay eyes on him. He’s a portrait hung up along the wall, with scruffy red hair on his head and spotted down onto his chin. A traditional pocket watch is cradled in the base of his hand.

“Thank you!”

And you’re back in the race, now with a ferocity only sparked by a sudden anxiety. Marla hauls you further, littering apologies as she actually, physically pushes through and past students. This complete lack of punctuality is an entirely new world for her. Her own courses and extracurricular schedule has never faced such mistreatment, in all of the years you’ve known her, and probably in all of her life.

“Next time, I’m waking you up early,” she says.

Your feet find ground on the staircase before you even realize it– the Eastern staircase. Weaving through limbs and torsos, you and Marla dash upwards, disregarding athleticism until you reach the very top. And now, through heaves, you recognize the surroundings. The Divination classroom is only one or two more turns away, but the odds of arriving on time are utterly against your favor.

Still holding onto you, Marla takes the lead. You’re finally able to breathe again, now that these hallways are far less suffocating, but the lack of stimulation allows for pests such as thoughts to creep up on you.

“What if she’s in a foul mood and being late changes her mind?”

“Oh, please, she won’t change her mind.” Marla’s quick to, once again, reassure you, then pauses. She shrugs mid-pace. “And if she does, we’ll just hex her.”

“Amazing! Why didn’t I think of that first?”

“You need to trust the process sometimes, babe. Everything’s gonna be fine.”

Trust the process. Despite the tight knot that sits hard in your chest, you nearly laugh at her wits. The destination and target of your desires is a Divination course, yet you aren’t very sure as to whether Marla actually believes in fate or the all-knowing universe at all. As far as you know, she’s a self-proclaimed woman of science.

And fucking finally, you meet the classroom door like they’re pearly white gates. The air takes too long to replenish in your lungs, faltering you on the outside, whilst Marla doesn’t hesitate to breeze right through. Her breaths are effortlessly stable as her hand releases yours. With a devout apology for her tardiness, she heads straight for her seat at a small round table, shared with Cedric Diggory. Her pristine motions have you scrambling into the room after her, with flushed cheeks and a meek smile.

Professor Thyme stands at the front of the class, eyes and mind elsewhere until they fall on you. You brace yourself for impact, but she only smiles at your apologies. “No worries at all, dear.”

You’re too short of breath and warm-faced to care about how she introduces you to the rest of the class. And even when she instructs you to find your place in the one empty seat, the cogs don’t move. The mental registration is delayed about five seconds, but once you catch up, you sigh in relief– in victory! “Thank you so much.”

The high of success almost knocks you over as you turn to face the rest of the room. You’ve only been in here twice before, when in the process of begging for and obtaining a spot on the roster, but now you can see it in action. There’s no incense or mist that overwhelms the air nor your senses, but aromatic candles line up along the two side walls. They exude lavender.

A deep burgundy wall at the back has tall, glass-stained and kaleidoscopic windows, with sunlight that illuminates a vast way across the room. Long, colorful rays guide you toward the rest of the students that sit at their respective tables, two per piece. Visually honing in on the single vacant seat isn’t a difficult task. You hardly notice the carpet giving into the weight of your shoes as you hurriedly reach the empty spot and land your eyes on him– the notoriously familiar face of Draco Malfoy.

Your brain is doing the five second delay again. His mere presence stills you, leaning into the back of his seat with straight shoulders and a stone stare forward. It isn’t until he meets your eyes for only a moment, then looks away again with that fixed expression, that you shock the life back into your body and take a seat. You always knew he’d been attending the University, particularly from the way his name has remained on various students’ tongues, but you’ve never actually come across him throughout your time here. Not at quidditch games or house parties– not even in the Slytherin common room, or the dining hall. You’d never paid any attention to it before.

But now, here he is; a face you haven’t really seen since secondary school, sitting at a table with, naturally, the only available seat. To your relief, the little platform you share with Draco is right next to where Marla and Cedric are. Cedric leans over and flashes you a grin. His thumbs stick up as he mouths the words, “You made it!”

You return the gesture and give one last, soft breath. The triumph radiates through you despite the shock of the man at your side, and even the dampness of your forehead. Fuck, it’s amazing– to catch your breath, finally, and to shake this past week’s worry off. And when Thyme slips right into today’s lesson, you spring into action. This class has been ongoing for a few weeks already, so the focus now is imminent.

She stands just a yard or so in front of you. The bottom of her ankle-length skirt twirls as she waltzes around to the backside of her desk and claps her hands. “Oh, it’s splendid, isn’t it? An even number!”

Her finger traces a line through the air, from a stack of small boxes on her desk and to the mass of students. They rise up into a float and find their respective ways to a table. One lands right between you and Draco.

“For our next assignment, you will be working with your table partner.” Thyme’s feathery voice projects across the room, providing the class’ mysticity all on its own. “Together, you will delve deep into the intricate world and interpretations of Tarot!”

It’s simple enough, the way she explains it. And the concept of Tarot isn’t exactly new to you either, so you’re confident, even if it means that you may have to do most of the work. You don’t really know– you don’t know how into all of this stuff Draco might be, or how much he’s willing to engage at all. Maybe his desire for a good grade will override all of that anyway.

Any benefit of the doubts that you might’ve given him are overshadowed by his motionless stance when Thyme encourages you to look through the cards. You resist the urge to glare, unable to discern if he’s just too immersed in the lecture, or if he simply doesn’t give a shit– but you’d put your bets on the latter. In any case, you take the initiative and retrieve a card. The Lovers.

Above the label, there’s an image of two figures. Their backs are turned toward you whilst they stare up at a deity in the cloudy sky, who returns a gaze of bliss. Every so often, the lovers’ fingertips brush, though their hands are scarcely out of reach from one another. The deity eventually catches your eye and winks.

Forever unnerved by the consciousness of typically inanimate objects, you put the card back. It would never become the norm, despite how immersed you’ve been in the wizarding world throughout your upbringing. It might not be the most disturbing thing about wizardry, but... it’s pretty up there.

The hour flies as Thyme is absorbed by the lesson plan, going over every basic of Tarot. If you ask a question, the Divine will answer, and whatnot. “By the end of this week, you will have met with your table partner and conducted a reading for yourselves, something small. Your assignment is to inquire about what’s in store for you this term." She reminds every pair to grab a guidebook from her desk before they leave.

Marla’s the first to stand when class is dismissed. The straps of her backpack weigh into her shoulders as she wishes both you and Cedric goodbye, then takes off for her next class– Advanced Astronomy, you think. Cedric gets a book for the two of them.

Meanwhile, Draco takes his sweet time putting away his books and notes. The way he moves almost frightens you, with how statue-like he had been for an entire hour, and you had nearly forgotten he was there at all. Though, that’s not really true– you may have been very aware of his presence throughout the class period. But now, since the beginning of it, you give him a proper look, one that isn’t entirely from the corner of your eye. The features of his face are much more grown into than before, and the stoicism he had left Hogwarts with has yet to be shaken back off.

“I’ll get the guidebook,” you offer, finally catching his attention for a sliver of time. He nods once, then looks away again, unfazed. But you persist. “Should we meet soon, for the assignment? Are you available tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow works.”

And despite having asked the question, you waver at his reply anyway. His voice is low– far lower than you remember, though the memories of his loud mouthed remarks from the back of a classroom or a common room are too distant to go off of. Regardless, he certainly was never so… reserved, or agreeable to any extent– not prior to the last couple of years at Hogwarts, anyway.

“Perfect.” You pause for a beat of silence, then continue pushing. “And I think I know where we can go. Have you ever been to The Grove, just off campus?”

He still isn’t looking back at you. “No.”

You glance around, like Ashton Kutcher might come out from the woodworks with a camera crew. Is this a glimpse of the next fourteen weeks? You can respect when someone isn’t a big talker, but if he keeps this up, you might really be miserable in a class that you prayed to be in. “I’ll show you the way, then. Are you free at noon…ish, when the dining hall opens for dinner? I can meet you there.”

“Perfect.” Draco nods once more, firm and curt, then, without any more persuasion required, he goes back to his original task.

Somewhat satisfied with your results, you meet Cedric at the front of the classroom and get a guidebook on the way. You take a look back over your shoulder to see the tables and chairs, where a particular bleach blonde head is already missing. Before you can think about it, or get a word in, Cedric nudges you out the door and walks alongside you down the hall.

His eyes cast downwards as he flips through the pages of the book. “With quidditch and Marla’s insane schedule… this is gonna be a pain.”

“Why not tonight, after her practice? Or Wednesday?”

“Nights won’t work. No doubt she’ll be up late prepping for the game this weekend, and I’ll be busy getting my beauty sleep.”

“Naturally,” you say with a shrug, “I wish you both luck, then.”

Marla’s pursuits this week would follow according to Cedric’s predictions, and funnily enough, so would his own. Your relationship with Cedric is only a year short of Marla’s, and in the time you’ve known him– him and his chestnut curls and multi-hued eyes– the beauty sleep has never been necessary, not by anyone’s standards. Looks are always fixed upon him, no matter where you go, or regardless of if they even know his name– though, they usually do.

The least amount of attention is garnered at the coffee shop you began to frequent throughout the past year, and now after the Divination period. His face has become familiarized there– the two of your faces, actually, typically sans Marla.

A little bell jingles and the wooden, weather worn sign on the outside of the door swings as you and Cedric walk in. The wood reads El Dulce Mago in faded salmon colored cursive, engraved. Sweet cinnamon and coffee wafts straight to your nose, and chatter right to your ears. It falls to the background, mixing into the hum of Spanish music that comes from the back of the bar.

“Oh, welcome back! How nice to see you!” A short, plump woman scurries from across the little café, threading her way through customers. Flour residue is splashed onto her pink apron. “I saved a table for you both, right over there.”

“Thank you, Panne!” Cedric says above the buzz of noise, and you take seats at the table in the corner.

With a flick of Panne’s wrist, drinks are already being prepared from behind the counter. “Butterbeer?” She hardly waits for your response– though you nod anyway– and is instead swept up by the conversation of her other guests. They want to order another round of hot chocolate and bread, to-go.

Sunbeams filter through the clouds on this side of the campus, the last of Summer’s air holding on for dear life as the term rolls in. They flourish in through the window and splay themselves across your table, absorbed by the various surfaces of hard maple wood. As Cedric’s bookbag hits the floor, a set of butterbeers find you, with the assistance of Panne’s husband and business partner, Canelo.

Canelo offers nothing more than a nod, the line of his lips firm and straightened beneath his mustache before he’s gone again, likely to help Panne with the service. You give him your cheerful thanks as he walks away.

Little stars and crescent moons are carved into the foam of your drinks, letting the steam out. And you and Cedric waste no time. With mouths thick of hot butterscotch and cream, you busy yourselves with mindless conversation and, in pauses, the café’s ambiance. It takes a few minutes and lulls before your mind drains and circles back around to the man who’s lingered in the back of it. You need another moment before you can build up the courage to spit the words out.

“You guys didn’t mention that he was in the class.” When Cedric doesn’t respond– too consumed by his drink– you begrudgingly clarify, “Draco.”

“Oh,” he says with a frown and looks down into the swirl of his butterbeer, “I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

And it isn’t, really- it’s no deal at all, even despite the fact that you’ll be seeing him more than any of your other average Divination classmates. You clear your throat a little. “I was just surprised, that’s all.”

With no desire to push Cedric any further on the subject of Draco Malfoy, you drop the matters completely. And he’s happy to move right along, suddenly excited again.

“Oh! You won’t believe it! I already have a final assignment to work on.” He shuts his eyes in despair, fake weeping into his giant mug, which is nearly empty now.

“No way! What’s it on? When’s it due?”

Cedric shrugs, nonchalant again. “No idea. It’s for my Cryptics and Curses history class. We have to find something from our massive textbooks to write about and turn in a draft thesis by Monday. And I’m serious, these textbooks truly are massive…”

“Cryptics and curses? Can’t they just pick one?”

He pouts and whines low as he shoves his chin into his palm. The silence lingers, and you watch him, taunting– waiting for him to say it first. His shoulders slump and, in an instant, he gives in. “Please, will you help me research tomorrow? I’ll buy you food after! Somewhere delicious!”

You laugh, giggling into your cup as you finish off the drink. “Sure, we can go to the library after my Herbology class. But I’m meeting Draco tomorrow evening, so postpone the food for maybe this weekend.”

“Oh thank you, thank you..” Cedric says with joy, eyes shut again and fingers interlocked as he revels in his success. You still would’ve said yes even if he weren’t so charming, you suppose.

In some time, when the rush finally clears out, Panne makes her way back to your table and sighs. She plants a hand on her hip. “So, no Marla again? Does she hate us?”

“She’s much too cool for us now, I’m afraid.” Cedric shakes his head with theatrics, like it’s the most devastating thing in the world. “We must beg and plead for her to join us next time!”

This has Panne tossing her head back, the chime of her laughter flooding throughout the room. She reaches out to nudge Cedric’s cheek as she clears out the empty butterbeer glasses, and they’re quickly replaced by three fresh sweetbreads, one of each Neapolitan flavor, wrapped up in a bag.

“Why, you better! We miss her very much when she’s gone for so long. Give her the pan for us. No charge.” She pulls you both into warm, plush hugs when you thank her and get up to gather your things. Her hot hand holds yours for a second, before she hurries back behind the encounter, meeting Canelo again.

You leave a surplus of money on the table for the drinks and bread, and make sure to give Canelo a wave as you leave. A twinge of a smile ghosts his face as he returns the gesture, and you wonder if you might’ve imagined it.

On the journey back to the main castle, a brisk wind picks up, with the sun overtaken by the clouds now and beginning to fall from the sky’s landscape. Students have scattered in the time you spent in the café- either settling into their own evening classes, or throwing in the towel for the day entirely. You and Cedric eat your bread as you walk, with the birds chirping above and all around you, making up for your lack of noise. He takes the vanilla flavor.

Occasionally, he voices a stray thought with a piece of bread lodged in the crevice of his cheek. It’s usually something about quidditch techniques, or how Marla won’t stop bragging about the new Slytherin equipment and teammates.

But the stroll is short before you’re back at the castle of classrooms again, and you must part ways with Cedric. He has another class to get ready for before dinnertime, where you’ll meet him again– surely to discuss the matters of his essay once more. And for the later half of your night, you spend the rest of your free time in your dorm room, dabbling with some assignments. It’s a few hours and attempts before you acknowledge that your focus may be elsewhere.

To indulge yourself, you pick up the Tarot guidebook and flip through it, half-assedly skimming through the descriptions. They’re vague, but they provide the gist of an understanding- leaving room for interpretation, you assume. The back of the book has a variety of examples of card spreads and potential intentions to set, or questions to ask the deck. You can determine that much tomorrow, when you’re with your deskmate. Alongside their summarized descriptions, each page has its card’s image printed on the edges. The Lovers’ deity winks at you again. Is that all she does in her spare time?

The guidebook gets tossed off onto the deep green sheets of your bed, and you let yourself sink further. The image of Draco Malfoy manifests behind your eyes. His sudden presence today has skewed your mind entirely, and you hope that meeting him at The Grove will satiate it.

Late into the night, when you’re tucked beneath your blankets and only the bedside table lamp is on, Marla slides herself through the heavy wooden door. She drops her backpack at the entrance with a thud and gets herself ready for her nightly routine of having a shower, then reading or working until her eyelids physically cannot go on.

You want to stay up and ask about her day– or about your new Divination partner, your half-asleep state can silently admit– but your consciousness calls it quits by the time she’s laid out her fresh, matching set of pajamas. The bag with a strawberry sweetbread is left on her desk, accessorized with a couple of thick black heart doodles of your doing in the corner. By the time you wake, the bag is empty.

-> next chapter

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