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zisfromzhay · 2 years ago

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how i picture daphne greengrass ⋆

im doing this bc i believe in the babygirlification of the lightning era slytherins

⋆ canon info:

- she is a pureblood and her family is part of the sacred 28.

- a blood curse runs in her family.

- she's a slytherin in harry's year.

- she has a younger sister named astoria.

⋆ headcanon (here's when things start to get interesting guys) :

- demi-girl, lesbian, demisexual, they/she pronouns

- fc: emily alyn lind

summer fan

iced coffee lover

used to play the violin

her favorite teacher was professor aurora sinistra, even if they failed her class

has a white bulldog named kora

weird obsession with keys

big quidditch fan

⋆ description:

most people describe daphne as someone who has a hard time letting people in, but never ends up regretting when she does. she’s a sarcastic, loyal and understanding friend. always seems to have the best advice, but never applies it to themselves. they’re not a romantic or affectionate person, but somehow always manages to show love to other people her own way. she’s struggles a lot with school and has never had good grades, she used to try but stopped caring. people never use to notice her until there is a small place/friendgroup when she feels comfortable and confident enough to talk, and they’re surprisingly funny and a cool person to talk with, as she is the most open minded person of her group. rarely judges people if she doesn’t know them. isolates themselves from everyone when something is wrong, even if she knows she can trust this person or is comfortable with them (even theo). doesn’t get angry, but gets disappointed. usually forgets that she has to speak in a conversation, as if she expected everyone to read her mind or smth like that. pretty awkward with everyone if she doesn’t know them well.

⋆ childhood:

when they were born, their parents had been trying to have kids for years, so her first years were beautiful. she was their parents' little miracle. but as tori, her sister, was born, and the years passed, she realized how unhealthy their parents' marriage was.

even if at first it didn't seem like it, her parents were distant. she wouldn't say they were bad parents, but that they were too worried caring about themselves to take care of their kids.

daphne was always a quiet person, since she was a kid. even their parents struggled to communicate with her, before they stopped trying. she wouldn't talk to anyone and rarely left their living room, where she spent hours and hours reading, drawing, staring through the window.

her family tended to forget about their existence, while they admired how smart, funny and incredible astoria was. she did have a good relationship with her aunt, who was 16 years younger than their mom. it was weird to everyone because of their personalities, (1/2)

astoria and her should have got along better, but her aunt always seem to prefer spending time with her, surrounded by comfortable silences. (2/2)

she grew up in a pureblood family, and even though politics and the blood-status were present in their family, her parents (especially) were chill, tho they were in voldemort´s side in both wars.

as they grew up, astoria had always try to catch her big sister´s attention, tho it was later, at hogwarts, when they really started to get along.

⋆ hogwarts:

daphne got sorted in slytherin, something they were expecting, as her whole family had been sorted in that house.

she was told she´ll have to share room with two girl she noticed were talking and laughing during the sorting, pansy parkinson and millicent bulstrode; and tracey davis, a girl she met in the train and was glad didn't tried to start a conversation.

the first weeks were hell for them. pansy and millicent had quickly become friends and were, from daphne´s perspective, too loud and annoying, as the girls were always talking, gossiping, and unfortunately, trying to start conversations with her.

tracey, who daph actually tolerated, was as quiet as her, but apparently didn't mind the others' loud conversations at midnight, and joined when she felt like it.

she wasn't really jealous of the friendship her roommates had established, they just wished it would have been as easy to her.

as the years passed, she started to get more along with tracey, spending time together either reading or working on their own things.

and then, around third year, milli and pansy had finally stopped trying to force daphne into talking with them, and that's when daphne started to feel comfortable enough to slowly join their conversations, and that’s when the friendship began.

it wasn´t until the end of their fourth year that they started to hang out with draco malfoy and their gang, who got along with pansy and millicent, even though daphne and theo were already friends by that time.

part 2

⋆ relationships and friendships:

⋆ theodore nott: (he/him)

platonic soulmates

theo talks, daphne listens

sarcastic introvert & nice introvert

theo is always convincing daphne to go to parties, to end up leaving earlier than anyone and get drunk in their dorms alone.

daphne = too lazy to wake up, theo = forces her to go to class

hate when people touch their hair, but not when it’s eachother

ace bitches

always have the best gossip

loves sleeping next to him, but doesn’t admit it = daphne ; hates sleeping with people, but still does bc it’s her = theo

bad grades 🤝 good grades

daphne and theo started to get along during second year, because dumbledore told theo to give extra classes to daph as she was failing most of them, and he was one of the best students, after draco and hermione.

at first it was a bit weird, as theo shyly tried to start conversation while daphne just blandly started at him. deep down, daphne was just jealous that this kid, who has friends with draco malfoy and his gang, who she used to dislike by that time, was far more smart that she was ever going to be, and a bit intimidated and surprised by him, as theo, just really wanted to get along with them, because he had noticed her before as astoria’s (an annoying first year he knew) big sister, and knew because she was pansy’s roommate.

as they spent more and more afternoons in the library, they both started to get to know each other, and by the end of the year, theo could freely and without any doubt, call them his bestfriend.

theo nott is that person who’s always has been right by daphne’s side, stuck with her in their own bubble, where no one else was important. joined at the hip since they met.

⋆ millicent bulstrode: (any pronouns)

enemies to “friends” to lovers

love/hate relationship

sarcastic little shit 🤝 cocky babygirl

“ i gotta go” gf 🤝 “wait no” *kisses her for the next hour* gf

sends him a letter once a week during summer = daph, writes them 5 letters a day = milli

millicent loves daph’s sister, and daphne wont show they love that they get along.

they steal clothes and do each others makeup.

loves gossip but it’s always the last one to found out ab things = milli, is the one who shares the gossip with her because she always finds out things first = daph

dogs lovers

millicent was the last one of the girls to start getting along with daphne, and at first, neither of them really liked years, as daphne had always ignore and dislike her, and milli had spend too much time trying to be friends with her and got tired. so neither really interacted if they weren’t with the others, and when they did, it was insulting eachother, in a jokingly-but-not-so-funny way, so neither of them really knew if the other disliked or liked the other.

that kept happening until the summer of their fifth year, where daphne invited the group to stay at her house bc their parents weren’t there. it was there when the two started to get closer, spend full nights talking, getting to really know eachother, as daph always thought of millicent as that person who wasn’t satisfied until she got everyone’s attention, and milli as daph thought herself as far more smart than others to socialize. during the few days more millicent spent at her house, as his parents where also gone, they both realize the idea they had about the other was completely wrong.

it was pansy who, after being really happy that both her friends finally really started to get along, that also started to realized maybe that new friendship the two had formed wasn’t platonic, and when she told tracey, she agreed, but milli or daphne were fully oblivious of their feelings until after their christmas holidays during six year. they started dating quickly after that.

⋆ astoria greengrass:

extrovert & introvert dynamic

(kinda) black cat & golden retriever energy

taller but younger 🤝 smaller but older

has only dated a person in her life 🤝 is with someone new every month

they don’t have the “we used to get along as kid but then we grew apart” dynamic. no. they’re the exact opposite. daphne couldn’t stand tori when they were kids, and it took them a long time to start liking her sister, while astoria was basically obsessed with her big sister, copied everything she did, and followed her everywhere, just like a young sibling would do. she was desperated to catch her sis attention and tried so so hard to.

during daph’s first year at hogwarts, tori wrote millions and millions of letters which she barely responded, and as she felt more and more alone, without any friends, she started to realized how much she missed her annoying little sister.

they started to get closer when tori arrived to hogwarts, but then stop talking again, as tori became popular with her shinny, extrovert and funny personality, while daph was under her shadow, once again. tori had a rough time watching theo and daphne get closer, as that boy didn’t even had to try to be his friend, and she had been trying to since the day she was born.

as the years passed, daphne started to realize that she had been more angry at her sister than she should have been. because it wasn’t tori’s fault. that was just her personality, her way of being. and it was the complete opposite to daphne’s.

but that was fine. because that’s how it would always be. and it was fine.

by the end of tori’s third year, the sisters got along better than ever, and when astoria came out as trans, the first person she told was her sister.

⋆ after the war and post-hogwarts:

vincent’s death deeply affected the group, and they took their time to meet again, the first time where they were “all” together after the war. all of them tried to continue their lives as well as they could, as most death eaters end up in azkaban, which means most of their parents ended there.

neither of them, except astoria, continued their studies at hogwarts.

it was almost two years after the war that draco and astoria announced they were dating.

it was shooking, for most of them. it felt like a betrayal to her, as astoria, daphne’s sister, the person she loved the most, knew how madly in love theo, daph’s soulmate and bestfriend, was with draco. by that time, she felt like she had to pick a side, like they had to choose who to stand and who to comfort.

it was during that time that millicent moved away with her father, and him and daphne broke up. and that astoria’s health started to get worse.

they all went to the wedding, but daphne, as she looked to all the faces she knew, found it hard to remember every single one of them had once trust the other more than anything. that they had been a team. friends. the best of them.

the war had fucked them up, or maybe, they were all fucked up since the beginning.

all of them kept contact with each other, after all.

they finally all reunited when scorpius was born.

it was draco who told her of astoria.

it was him who appeared in her house, a hot summer night, with silent tears in his cheeks.

the funeral was the last time blaise, pansy, draco, gregory and millicent saw her.

she moved away, as far away as she could from all of them. and slowly stopped answering theo’s letters.

the last news theo got from her were a polaroid photo she had taken of him, with vincents camera during one of the summers in her house. him sitting next to draco, while the others talked laying on the group, smiling, neither of them realizing she was taking that photo.

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souryam · 7 months ago

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Snape asks

1.Do you have a snOTP? What is it?

snily!

2.What do you think is Snape's favourite colour and why?

black and dark green

3.Which Disney character, according to you is most like Snape?

the one that comes to mind rn is Scar from Lion King

4.Do you think Snape remained a virgin?

5.Do you think Snape ever loved anyone other than Lily, romantically or platonically?

Yes.. I don't agree with the people hating Snape so many people perceive him as. I think he def loved the Malfoys in his own way

6.If Snape learnt another language, which would he choose?

Latin for convenience, Arabic bc I the Prince family being Arab and that he'd want to be closer to them idk

7.Which staff member do you think gets along well with Snape?

Tbh I feel like most of them were endeared by snape even if they disagreed w his teaching methods, him having become a professor so young and having been a student of theirs. Minerva was the closest to him I think, but I hc him being friends with Aurora Sinistra too

8.If you had to assign Snape to a house, which one would it be?

Slytherin

9.What are your personal headcanons on Snape's diet and favourite foods?

Unpopular opinion but I hc that he ate like a bull as a teenager in Hogwarts, and later in life became more strict with his diet bc of depression and stuff. Also, a major sweet tooth

10.Do you think Snape's character has changed the way you think/feel about others?

Not really?

11.Your favourite scenes with book/movie!Snape?

Scene where he shows his dark mark, The Flight of the Prince, Occlumency lessons

12.If you had to chose a Golden trio era student to be Snape's friend, who would it be and why?

Luna, because weirdly I think she'd be the perfect student for snape to teach, and Draco bc it's his godson so he doesn't have a choice

13.Do you think Alan Rickman contributed to your love for Snape?

Not really, I like Snape ever since before I watched the movies. Despite my love for AR sometimes I feel he wasn't very accurate for book snape

14.What do you think is Snape's favourite potion to prepare?

I think his favorite thing is experimenting with potions, not really just brewing one

15.If Snape had any free time, how do you think he would spend it?

nothing much really I think he'd just study another weird shit nobody knows about

16.Were you ever a Snater? How and when did you become a Snover?

Never.. loved him from his first appearance in the books

17.Do you think Snape was unhappy even after joining the DEs?

yes, I think he got happy for like. A second then he realized what he had signed up for

18.Your favourite physical feature of Snape?

His eyes! Like imagining them as solid black

19.According to you, what is Snape's biggest flaw?

being mean I think, taking out his frustrations on people not responsible for it

20.Why do you love Snape so much?

he's a cutie patootie

21.What particular memory do you think Snape used to conjure his patronus?

Him and Lily buying their first wands

22.Do you think Lily was a good friend to Severus?

At first yes, later no. Same goes for him tho

23.What do you think Snape wore under his robes?

I always imagined robes as like actual clothing just differently constructed than muggle clothes. So like.. underwear? Maybe a plain white sleeveless shirt

24.Do you think Snape ever self-harmed?

Yes but that's me projecting

25.Is there any other character you love as much as Snape? Do you think they'll get along?

Yes and not at all

26.What genre do you think Snape preferred to read?

Academic books mostly but I think he'd like classic lit

27.Do you think Snape was close to his mother?

I think their relationship is complicated so close wouldn't rlly be how I'd describe it but I do believe they loved each other and he wanted to be closer to her than he was

28.Do you think you'd like being taught by Snape?

No ik for a fact I'd hate his ass

29.How do you headcanon Snape's bedroom would look like?

Simple but pretty, slightly messy, filled with books

30.If you could give young Snape any advice, what would it be?

Don't be a death eater :D

31.Do you think Snape had any mental illnesses? Which ones and why?

I hc him suffering from C-PTSD and depression

32.If you could change Snape's middle name to be something other than Tobias what would you choose?

Tbh I really like Tobias but maybe some traditional Prince name? Or maybe just ditch the middle name and add his mom's last name too

33.Top 3 songs you think will show up in Snape's most played?

my music taste sucks so I'm skipping this 😭😭

34.Do you have any Snape NOTPs?

Jeverus and any illegal ones 😭 bro would not sleep w a student leave him alone!!

35.Snapey BROTPs?

Snape and the malfoys are my fav

36.Did Snape get sick often? Your headcanons for when he was sick?

Not really.. whenever he got sick tho I just imagine him trying to ignore it until he is forced to lie down otherwise he'll pass out

37. Snape didn't pay attention to his physical appearance, but if you had to choose a part he would take care of, which would it be?

his hair I'd personally wash it idc

38.Which type of weather does Snape prefer?

sunny with rain

39.How do you think Snape spent his early childhood days?

I think he walked a lot around cokeworth.. knew every bit and piece of that town

40.Other than Lily, who do you think impacted Snape's life the most?

Marauders lucius and voldemort but for the worse and Dumbledore for the better

41.Is there a side to Snape that he hasn't let anyone see? What do you headcanon this "secret personality" to be like?

Tbh I think his "secret personality" or whatever is just him interacting with someone he doesn't resent 😭 so he's normally pleasant idk

42.Do you think Snape cried often?

No.. I think he cried a lot as a kid but grew out of that by 12

43.What's your favourite headcanon about Snape? Is there a movie/song/book that reminds you of Snape?

Wuthering heights lmao but that's more of a Snily thing

44.What mode of magical travel would suit Snape the best?

Apparition

45.Your opinion on Snape's sexuality?

Ik a bisexual when I see one

46.Which of the Marauders do you think Snape could have gotten along with?

Under very specific situations MAYBE sirius

47.How many points do you think Snape would've awarded during his career?

10 guessing high

48.Did you feel Snape was the "good guy" even before the reveal?

Yes

49.Do you prefer tall!Snape or short!Snape?

Tall bc I'm normal

50. Had Snape lived, would he continue teaching at Hogwarts?

If snape had lived he'd either kill himself or he'd go away and live in a small town where nobody knows him so yeah no

Snape asks

Do you have a snOTP? What is it?

What do you think is Snape's favourite colour and why?

Which Disney character, according to you is most like Snape?

Do you think Snape remained a virgin?

Do you think Snape ever loved anyone other than Lily, romantically or platonically?

If Snape learnt another language, which would he choose?

Which staff member do you think gets along well with Snape?

If you had to assign Snape to a house, which one would it be?

What are your personal headcanons on Snape's diet and favourite foods?

Do you think Snape's character has changed the way you think/feel about others?

Your favourite scenes with book/movie!Snape?

If you had to chose a Golden trio era student to be Snape's friend, who would it be and why?

Do you think Alan Rickman contributed to your love for Snape?

What do you think is Snape's favourite potion to prepare?

If Snape had any free time, how do you think he would spend it?

Were you ever a Snater? How and when did you become a Snover?

Do you think Snape was unhappy even after joining the DEs?

Your favourite physical feature of Snape?

According to you, what is Snape's biggest flaw?

Why do you love Snape so much?

What particular memory do you think Snape used to conjure his patronus?

Do you think Lily was a good friend to Severus?

What do you think Snape wore under his robes?

Do you think Snape ever self-harmed?

Is there any other character you love as much as Snape? Do you think they'll get along?

What genre do you think Snape preferred to read?

Do you think Snape was close to his mother?

Do you think you'd like being taught by Snape?

How do you headcanon Snape's bedroom would look like?

If you could give young Snape any advice, what would it be?

Do you think Snape had any mental illnesses? Which ones and why?

If you could change Snape's middle name to be something other than Tobias what would you choose?

Top 3 songs you think will show up in Snape's most played?

Do you have any Snape NOTPs?

Snapey BROTPs?

Did Snape get sick often? Your headcanons for when he was sick?

Snape didn't pay attention to his physical appearance, but if you had to choose a part he would take care of, which would it be?

Which type of weather does Snape prefer?

How do you think Snape spent his early childhood days?

Other than Lily, who do you think impacted Snape's life the most?

Is there a side to Snape that he hasn't let anyone see? What do you headcanon this "secret personality" to be like?

Do you think Snape cried often?

What's your favourite headcanon about Snape? Is there a movie/song/book that reminds you of Snape?

What mode of magical travel would suit Snape the best?

Your opinion on Snape's sexuality?

Which of the Marauders do you think Snape could have gotten along with?

How many points do you think Snape would've awarded during his career?

Did you feel Snape was the "good guy" even before the reveal?

Do you prefer tall!Snape or short!Snape?

Had Snape lived, would he continue teaching at Hogwarts?

Reblog and let your followers ask more about how you think of Snape :3

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amphxtrite · 4 years ago

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cedric diggory x fem!reader

warnings: swearing

summary: Y/n begins to harbor feelings for a certain hufflepuff and the twins try to take it into their hands to try and get you together.

word count: 2.7k

enjoy <3

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Astronomy was always one of your favourite classes. Spending hours looking up at the midnight sky and learning about the glittering stars that lit up the night always amazed you, whether you were at home lying in the grass or glancing into a telescope on the astronomy tower. Taking another look into your telescope you chart the last few planets for your project and take a deep breath of the clear, autumn air. Looking over to your right, you see a handsome boy with a mop of brown hair gazing at you. When the brunette sees you looking back at him his face goes a light pink and he quickly turns his attention back to his star chart.

Cute. You think to yourself, smiling slightly.

“Hey Fred, George?” you ask the red-headed twins by your side as you walk through the halls to breakfast. “What’s up, little star?” Fred questions. Little star was the nickname the twins had come up for you when they first found your love for astronomy and pairing it up with the fact you were much shorter than them, they thought it was perfect.

“Who was that brunette in our astronomy class? He was in Hufflepuff I think.” You started. “Ooh, does someone have a crush?” George teases. You can feel the tip of your ears go bright red at this. “what?! Oh, no, no” you stumbled quietly, taking a seat at the gryffindor table, the twins sitting across from you. “I just saw him looking at me in class and I was wondering who it was.” you finished quickly, starting to butter a piece of toast.

“Well my dear y/n,” Fred starts of dramaticly. “That was Cedric Diggory.” George finishes for him. “I’m surprised you haven’t heard of him before, he’s pretty popular.” He continues. “Cedric Diggory...” you test the name in your mouth, “Rings a bell, but i’m not quite sure, he plays quidditch doesn’t he?”

“Right you are y/n!” Fred smiles, shoveling a spoon of cereal into his mouth. Fred seems to take a glance behind you and his eyes widen as he breaks into a smile. “Speak of the devil, the bloke’s lookin’ at you right now!” he laughs and starts to wiggle his eyebrows at you. Rolling you eyes you slowly turn around and sure enough you’re met with a pair of beautiful grey eyes. You quickly swivel back around again and bury your pink face into your arms. “Blimey Georgie seems as though our little star’s got a big, fat, crush.” Fred jokes as he notices you embarrassment. “Can it Weasley, I haven’t even talked to him before.” you mutter. This seems to only send the twins into even more hysterics. Deciding to try your luck again, you turn around and look at the table filled with yellow and black ties, eventually again meeting the eyes of Cedric Diggory, this time feeling brave you offer him a smile and a wave. He grins back at you, and you decide you were going to try and talk to the adorable hufflepuff.

“shit, shit, shit.” you mutter to yourself running as fast as you could between crowds of confused students, you had spent too much time planning a new prank with the twins that now you were going to be late. You silently curse them under your breath. What made it worse was you had potions first thing in the morning and you knew Snape would bring hell down on you if you were late. Bursting into the classroom you made your way to the last open seat and hurriedly got out your parchment, quills and text book. “Nice of you to finally join us L/n.” Snape sneered at you. “you’re lucky this time, being right on time, but don’t think I won’t hesitate to take away house points next time, understood?” If looks could kill you’d be dead where you sat.

“Yes sir.” You say quietly, still slightly out of breath, you look up and suddenly the wind is getting knocked out of your lungs again, because sitting there is the boy himself, Cedric Diggory, you catch yourself staring and offer him a small smile before turning back to your papers, you didn’t need Snape lashing out at you again, he was being very generous already. As Snape continued to drone on and on about the importance of cutting your ingredients properly, after another gryffindor had botched his potion, a small piece of parchment is pushed your way.

Hey, how are you today?

reading the note, you grab your quill and scribble something back.

Bloody tired how bout you?

you slide the note to the brunette and await his response.

Bored, don’t understand how snape can go on and on for this long at a time, ridiculous really, no one cares.

you giggle silently and the note is ripped from you hands. Glancing up terrified, Snape is glowering at the two of you. “Writing notes in this class is strictly prohibited you two, 10 points from hufflepuff and gryffindor!” He shouts. You sigh and lay your head on your arms, wishing you were up in the astronomy tower with Professor Sinistra gazing at the constellations, you had always been one of her favourites.

When Snape finally dismisses class you stuff your parchment back into your bag and set off for transfiguration, turning out of the class you feel a warm hand gently grab your wrist, you turn around and meet those beautiful grey eyes, Godric you could stare at them foreve- “I’m sorry about that.” he apologizes, his head hanging motioning towards the classroom. You give him an understanding smile. “It’s alright, if anything im upset at Snape, that prat’s always getting in others business.” you say with a light laugh. Cedric seems to smile at this. “Guess we kind of got started on the wrong foot, I’m Cedric, Cedric Diggory.” He smiles, stretching out his hand. “y/n l/n” you say, taking his large hand into yours and shaking it. “Where are you headed y/n?” he asks. “Oh i’m on my way to transfiguration.” you reply back, “I’ve got herbology, but I was wondering if I could walk you to class?” You can almost see a light pink hue on his cheeks. You smile and agree making your way down the halls and corridors, making small talk with the hufflepuff, you don’t want it to end, the ways his eyes light up reminds you of the stars. “Well this is my stop.” you sigh sadly and look back at Cedric, thanks again for walking me.” you smile sweetly at him. “Anytime y/n, you’ve got astronomy later tonight, right?” he asks hopefully. “yup, I’ll see you there?” you wave at him. “see you then.” He agrees turning and heading to the green houses. You can barely focus on Professor Mcgonagall’s lesson, your mind constantly drifting back to those stunning grey eyes and soft brown curls, sighing in contentment you find yourself looking forward for astronomy even more than usual.

Fred and George immediately notice the look of love on your face and they silently began forming a plan to get the two together.

“Well hello there little star.” George says casually, sliding in beside you at lunch time with a wicked grin playing on his lips.“Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask suspiciously. “What? Little ol’ me? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” putting emphasis on the no. Fred chooses then to appear on you other side as you bring a spoonful of soup to your lips. “It’s just we couldn’t help, but notice you and little Diggory walking together, and you looked quite happy during class today.” Fred nudges you with his elbow. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, me and Cedric were just talking.” you state turning your attention back to your lunch. “Really?” George asks “because your blush seems to beg to differ.” he continues teasing you. You mentally curse your red cheeks, and continue to sip on your soup.

As midnight rolls around you all but jump and run out the portrait door to get to the astronomy tower almost running over the twins in your path. “Woah, slow down there y/n what’s got you in such a rush?” you sigh and try to push past them, “I’ve got to get to the astronomy tower you nitwits.” unsuccessfully pushing them over. “Alright, alright little star.” let’s get going, don’t want to keep your little prince charming waiting.” he says in a sing-song voice, referencing a muggle fairy tale you enjoyed. “Oh shut it you twat.” you roll your eyes at him.

Finally climbing up the tower, the sight of the scene in front of you never ceases to take you breath away, the beautiful carved stone of the castle and the midnight sky, littered with thousands of twinkling lights. You take a second to appreciate the sight in front of you until George pushes you out of the way.“Christ y/n you realize there are more people in the class right?” you scoff lightly at him before turning to see Cedric climbing up the stairs, his bookbag on his shoulders. “Hey y/n” he says when his eyes land on you, “hey Ced, you say sweetly, walking over to greet him. Fred scoffs at you “you’ve never greeted us like that now have you little star.” you give him a warning look feeling the tip of your ears heat up again before making your way towards Cedric.

“Beautiful night isn’t it love?” He says turning towards the dark sky, your knees start to weaken at the nickname, but you stay strong. “Sure is, did you get the paper done for today?” you continue on.

George nudges Fred, “let operation get Ceddy and y/n together begin.” he says with a smirk. Professor Sinistra soon begins today’s lesson, “alright everyone, grab a partner and head to your stations, make sure you have your. star charts and a quill” she announces. You immediately turn to Fred and George, you had the habit of working in a group of three and Profeser Sinistra never minded. The two red-heads must’ve had other plans though because they began to turn and walk away from you and your usual spot. Frowning slightly you turn around and run into what feels like a wall... There isn’t a wall here... Looking up you blush and begin to stutter out an apology, for you had run straight into Cedrics chest. He seems almost baffled, but soon regains his train of thought. “H-hey, um- y/n, would you like to be my partner? I-I noticed the twins already left so...” he asks quietly, you have the urge to just lean up and kiss him, but instead you take a second just to admire the adorable boy before you, his pink cheeks, the way his gaze seemed to wander, never landing on you, and how he figeted with his wand, twirling it around in between his fingers. “Of course Ced, let’s get started.” you smile at him and you see his usual happy personality return. Sinistra begins to explain the assignment in depth. “I would like you to locate and chart these stars for me...” she began to call out a list of stars and planets and you and Cedric began to jot them down. “Do you want to alternate looking into the telescope?” you ask, turning to the brunette again. “It’s alright little star, I know how much you love Astronomy.” Your breath catches in your throat. “you know about that nickname?” you laugh nervously. “Of course y/n, I always hear Fred and Geoge calling you it.” Was it just you or did he sound... Jelous? you didn’t get to finish your thought as Fred called across the tower. “Oi, Diggory! Get your own nickname for her, that ones ours!”

“Mr. Weasley!” Profeser Sinistra snaps, “turn back to your telescope and focus!” You laugh again and turn back to Cedric. “Well you heard him, you’re going to have to find a new nickname.” Cedric starts to think this over. “I’ll think of one soon, let’s get started.” You nod and clasp your hands around the telescope, pulling it closer as you peak into it. you begin to search for the different points, but instead get lost in all the beautiful sights. Without noticing you begin to trace the constellations and stare in awe at the faraway planets. You eventually start to call out coordinates to Cedric, but he doesn’t answer, turning to look at him, confused, he seems to be lost in thought, pondering a great question or rethinking a happy memory as he’s got a small grin on his face. You snap him out of his trance by waving a hand int front of his eyes. “Cedric? You in there?” you say jokingly, poking his nose. “hm- oh yeah! sorry about that where was Sirius again?” you roll your eyes and smile, repeating the coordinates again. This little exchange doesn’t go unnoticed by the red-headed pranksters, who feel the edges of their lips perk up. “Hey George, I guess they didn’t really need our help after all, they seem to be all over eachother already!” Fred sighs to his twin. “Maybe we can give them one last push later?” George suggests. “What did you have in mind?” the eldest twin grins mischievously.

“And done!” you clap your hands together and start to tuck your parchment back into your bag. “Thanks for writing those down for me Cedric, it gets kinda hard when i’m always looking at things off topic.” you giggle softly. “Anytime y/n I had fun.” he grins back at you, smiling fondly at the memory of you gazing into the stars, permanently engraving it in his mind. Handing over your star chart to Profeser Sinistra, the two of you begin to make you way back down the astronomy tower, joking and laughing all the way down. As you reach the bottom you feel a shoulder bump into yours and you stagger, tripping over the last step. You brace for impact, but instead you feel two strong arms embrace you and a distant voice saying, “can’t go wrong with the classics.” and a loud high-five. You were going to kill the twins. Looking back up at the hufflepuff boy, you begin to mutter out an apology for what felt like the millionth time today and begin to back away, the arms around you only tighten, you glance back up and meet again with those piercing grey eyes and melt. “It’s alright love, glad I was here to catch you.” If possible you can feel your check heat up even more trying, but again failing to look away. You’re about to open your mouth when Cedric speaks again. “I think I found a good nickname for you. Of course, if you like it.” he begins. “Oh? Do enlighten me Ced.” you tease. You can feel Cedric lean in slightly closer to your ear and with a soft voice he whispers.

“My star.” he says simply. “what do you think?” he’s smiling hopefully at you now. You changed your mind, the twins were now your favourite people in the whole wide world, well second maybe... “I quite like it.” you finally say finally, finding your voice again. “But, I’m not exactly yours yet am I?” you’re surprised at your own confidence. “Well, I suppose we’re going to need to change that huh? How’s Friday, 7 o’clock by Black Lake?” He says his smile growing wider. “You’ve got yourself a date Diggory.” you wrap your arms around the boy in front of you and feel him spin you around in circles, the both of you laughing happily. You and Cedric walk hand-in-hand back towards the gryffindor common room. “Thanks for walking me back Cedric, I’ll see you tomorrow.” giving him one last hug you turn back around and walk towards the portrait, whispering the password before walking in. “Soo?” George begins. “Are we the best or are we the best?” Fred finishes smugly. You wrap both of them into a tight hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you whisper into their shoulders, grinning like a madman, Fred and George were congratulating you and patting your back. Little did you know, down in the hufflepuff common room Cedric was smiling into his pillow as he drifted off into dreams, picturing the perfect date the two of you would share. He decided, maybe Astronomy was his favourite subject too.

#cedric diggory #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory imagine #harry potter imagine #x reader #imagines #harry potter #cedric x y/n #weasley twins #fred weasley #george weasley

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dirt-cup-draco · 4 years ago

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Harry x Reader- Cultivate

hello! could I request something among the lines of strangers/enemies to lovers/crushes with harry still? I'm literally in: desperate need

A/N: Ahh! I am sorry you are in desperate need and I took so long! Thank you for being patient with me <3

“Enough!” Professor Sprout huffed, as her rounded cheeks grew red and splotchy. The room was humid and there was already sweat gathered at the professor’s brow. Neville had successfully dropped four pots because a Slytherin kept tossing pebbles at his back, Ron Weasley had just finished a soil flinging war with Finnigan over something as silly as who was better at casting spells (the answer was clearly neither of them), and Hermione kept droning on about how she wouldn’t be distracted by any of the nonsense going on but she had yet to begin Sprout’s instructions for the day.

You scoffed at it all from your corner of the greenhouse while carefully tending to the flourishing plants in front of you. This was all asinine.

“Oh find this amusing do you, Y/L/N?” Sprout huffed, eyes growing wide at your declaration of annoyance. You winced. Of course she heard it when it wasn’t for her.

“N-no ma’am, I was just-” You tried to defend lamely, yet the woman was moving on to scold the rest of the students.

“I am quite tired of the tomfoolery in this classroom! I demand respect for myself, for the living materials we learn with and for each other. Please gather your things and step away from your stations, I will be pairing you all up with someone you are unfamiliar with. By the end of the week I want cooperation, and quiet. Do you all hear me?”

The sounds of discontent floated up in the air but were silenced as Sprout sent a glare to every student in the classroom. A few “yes ma’ams” and “we hear you” rang out before everyone, you included and started to gather up your things. You tucked your wand into your robe with your herbology book pressed up against your hip, you wandered to one of the far walls

You watched all of the students in the room and realized you could be put with anyone, besides Neville that is. You weren’t close with anyone there, not even those in your own house. Even Neville and you weren’t close but you at least knew he did his best in this class and you two had talked a time or two about different properties of the plants and what seemed to damage one and help another. It was just studying really.

“Y/L/N, must I call your name a third time?” Sprout sighed and you paled. To be quite honest you hadn’t heard her the first or second time. “Please go sit beside Potter, as I instructed previously.” She emphasized and you rushed to the seat in embarrassment as a few students giggled around you. It was not your day.

And it continued to not be your day as you took your seat beside Harry Potter. You cast him one glance before staring back at the foliage around you. You didn’t know him well but you didn’t want to either. He seemed... Self-righteous? Egotistical? You weren’t quite sure but you had never been able to get along with the boy, you would get a sour taste in your mouth when you saw him do something grand or receive the highest praises seemingly for very little work.

For godric’s sake, you tried your hardest every day and it didn’t seem to be enough for your family, for your peers, for your professors. You had to struggle to get recognition and Harry was given it simply for existing.

“I’m-” Harry started trying to break the ice as he saw you look away, your eyes going vacant in the way Ron’s did when he was thinking about anything else when they were stuck in Astronomy class with Professor Sinistra.

“I know who you are,” Your voice was clipped as you fiddled with the spine of your herbology book.

Harry laughed softly, trying to shake of the cold that shot in his veins. What was your problem? “I know you now too, seems Sprout doesn’t like you very much today,”

It his harmless joking was a sore spot as you sent him a venomous look, eyes narrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. “Not everyone can be loved as much as you are Potter,” You spat and Harry rolled his eyes.

“I’ve found that not being a bitter flobberworm really helps when trying to make friends, you should try it out,”

“You-!” You began but students were gathering their things as the end of class was signaled. Still fuming, you left in a hurry not realizing you had left your class notes on the table.

Harry gathered them up, not wanting to hear you bicker about them the next class period.

You were barely focused in Potions as you realized that Herbology was quickly arriving. You didn’t mind the class of course but last week had not been your week and you were now worried to see Professor Sprout and Harry. You knew you had been short with him when he hadn’t deserved it but he’d been quite rude in calling you “a bitter flobberworm”. Popular prat.

You had a pout on your face as you gathered your things at the sound of scraping chairs and Snape droning on about an essay you knew you’d barely get a passing grade on. You weren’t bad at potions, yet you weren’t good. And that could be used to describe much of your participation in classes.

Most thought you studious because you were tired but your teachers weren’t fond of you even if their hairs weren’t going gray because of you. You were average in all ways and you simply passed through life not being horrible but not being the best.

By the time you had entered the greenhouse you were morose and even the sight of Harry, his friends circled around your table until class began, made you jealous. You didn’t want to be the most popular kid in school, nor did you want to be the prettiest or most intelligent, but to be recognized by anyone would surely fill the hole that had started to form in you.

You sat down with a grunt, eyes kept pointing downwards. Hermione moved her schoolbooks that she had been resting in your spot to the side and you sent her a pinched smile as she tugged on Ron’s sleeve. The Weasley didn’t even have time to question the girl and she was pulling him away.

You thought at first it had been for your benefit but as you set out your notebook and quill you heard the chosen one let out a cough that clearly indicated he wished for your attention. You wanted to snap at him but figured he was right, being bitter would get you nowhere.

“I wanted to say sorry,” He explained as your eyes found his.

Your eyebrow perched to the top of your head in question. Harry took the hint and flushed a bit, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“For what I said last time, you’re not a flobberworm,”

The surprise must’ve been palpable on your face because he scratched the back of his neck and offered an additional, “I just want us to get along for the project and I think we got off on the wrong foot,”

You nodded, letting a smile take over your features. You felt a million times better from the apology. You supposed you had been a bit too hard on the boy.

“Apology accepted. I’m sorry too for how I acted last time,” You stuck your hand out to the Gryffindor with the crooked glasses and skewed tie. “I’m Y/N, and you are?”

It took him a moment to catch up but then he was grasping your hand in his with a reassuring grip. “I’m Harry, nice to meet you,”

The skin on your palm began to tingle from the contact and you felt your cheeks grow pink but luckily Sprout burst into the greenhouse with a declaration that there was much to be done and Harry’s hand slipped from yours.

Maybe this project wouldn’t be the hell you had feared it would be.

“Surprised she didn’t bite your head off again,” Ron muttered between sloppy bites of turkey and rolls.

Harry laughed as he saw his best friend suddenly wince and a smug look appear onto Hermione’s face. She had taken to kicking his shins when he ate with a particularly full mouth. He couldn’t help but catch the fond glance she sent the redhead’s way.

“Y/N’s actually pretty great once you get to know her, we’ve even got a study date tomorrow after dinner,” Harry shrugged and Hermione perked up.

“A study date?” She pointed out and Harry nearly choked on his pumpkin juice.

“N-no! ‘Mione, I just meant that we were meeting to study,”

“Harry likes Y/N?” Seamus asked as he swung his legs over the bench at the table. The boy was unfortunately not known for being quiet and Harry swung his head around trying to see if you were nearby. Thankfully he couldn’t see you.

“No! I don’t like her like that, we are just paired up for Herbology,” His cheeks were undeniably red but he could’ve blamed the heat in the great hall from all the students congregating for dinner.

Just because your surprise smile in class had caught him by surprise and tied his stomach in knots did not mean he liked you.

“No, wait Y/N-” Harry spoke softly as you went to write down your notes as he dictated from the textbook. His hand grasped yours with a familiarity odd for how little you two had interacted but it made you feel warm nonetheless.

You paused, eyes wide and searching his in curiosity. “What is it Potter, mandrake melt your brains?” You teased playfully, foot nudging his as he continued his odd silence.

He snorted and shook his head, unfortunately removing his hand from yours. It was just nice to have someone close for the first time. You told yourself to justify your disappointment. It wasn’t that Harry was special. It was just because he was nice and you didn’t have many friends to call your own.

“I accidentally said asphodel but I meant to say dittany,”

Now it was your turn to snort and you leaned forward in your seat to press the back of your hand against his forehead. “Feeling alright? How’d you manage to mix those two up?”

Harry rolled his eyes, playfully pushing your hand away. “It’s hard to focus with you tapping your quill against the table every second,” He sent you a small smirk so you knew he didn’t mean anything by the simple jest.

To be quite honest you had been the source of Harry’s distraction. He hadn’t realized how pretty you could be when you were in your element, relaxed. It seemed being away from the normal crowd of students did you well and he was happy to see that you were even teasing back.

“Alright, I’ll try to stop, just keep reading,” You demanded a giggle attached to the end of your sentence that had all the tension from the school day leaving his shoulders.

As you went back to writing he had the sudden urge to press his lips against your cheek. He feared you might stab him with your quill so he kept it to himself but he was starting to think Seamus hadn’t been entirely wrong.

It’d nearly been a month of seeing each other twice a week for study sessions and once a week for Herbology and you were happy to admit you were Harry Potter’s friend. However, being his friend came with certain...duties. Duties like having to sit in the quidditch stands with wind cutting like ice against your robes and scarf.

“Harry!” You greeted with a grin, embracing the Gryffindor as he landed back onto the quidditch pitch. He hadn’t been able to attend your normal study sessions due to a game so you had decided to bundle up against the steadily cooling weather and support him while he played.

“Brilliant job today,” You praised, cheek pressed against his quidditch uniform. You were pleased to note that his arms were just as tight around you as yours were around him.

“It’s because Neville was cheering me on I reckon,” He teased and you laughed, pulling away to affectionately pat the seeker’s cheek. His skin was ice cold from the winds but he was happier than you’d ever seen him and it made your heart skip a beat.

You turned your nose up in the air but kept your hand pressed against his slowly warming skin. “And here I thought my presence made a difference,”

“It does,” Harry spoke quickly and without any teasing in his tone. “It makes a world of a difference to me,”

His hand had come to rest over yours and in a moment of bravery you grabbed it and interlocked your fingers, letting your hands sway between the both of you. Harry didn’t pull away, instead he chose to squeeze back.

You blushed and locked your eyes on your shoes. You were feeling a bit lightheaded with all of this attention and for the first time in your life you were glad to see Ron headed your way looking like he had a million things to say.

“Harry!” He called and you had to bite back a giggle as Harry sighed good-naturedly.

“See you at the party tonight?”

“I’m not sure,” You answered honestly, fingers falling away from his.

Ron dragged him off before he could answer but he sent you a pleading look over his shoulder before he was gone from sight. Maybe you would make a short appearance just to congratulate him on his win.

“Missed you last night,” Harry commented, kissing your hairline as he settled into his seat at the library. Your herbology books were already open as were your textbooks. A silly doodle of a bowtruckle on a boat caught his eye as you thumbed through the pages looking for the most recent notes.

You looked at him with apologetic eyes, bottom lip stuck out in a pout. “I know,” You sighed. “I took a shower before I planned on coming to the party but the hot water drained all my energy it seemed and I woke up nearly late for class this morning,”

Harry shrugged, ruffling your hair and grinning as you swatted his hand. “It’s alright love, you can come next time we win,”

Love. Your heart skipped and jumped and went off the high dive at the swimming pool. Needing extra reinforcement to hide your burning blush you took your hair down from it’s ponytail and stared at the homework assignment for that week.

“Y-yeah!” You cursed your voice for coming out so breathy. “Of course I’ll be there, star seeker,”

Harry laughed softly and it seemed he hadn’t noticed anything odd about your clear appreciation of his introduction to pet names. Does he call Hermione love? You wondered.

“Can’t deny that, I’m pretty amazing,” Harry said but ended up snorting as you giggled, laughter bursting out between you two even if it was quickly quieted by Madam Pince’s scolding.

“You really are,” You sighed fondly, a gentle smile curling the edges of your lips. Harry let himself stare unabashedly. Your quick acceptance of his bold teasing had him feeling breathless.

Little did he know you were feeling the same way.

“Y/N,” You were surprised your name was called by a boy from Ravenclaw and not from Harry. He was usually the first to greet you in Herbology but it seemed he was late today.

“Hello, Anthony,” You said, uncertain but polite.

“Just wanted to say you look quite beautiful today,” The boy smiled simply before showing himself to his seat, not even waiting for you to reply. You could feel the fire that was creeping up your neck. He thought you were beautiful?

Your mind remained trapped in it’s confused bubble for the rest of class. You snuck glances at Anthony and he did the same at you, both of you looking away as quickly as you could when you caught the other.

“Everything okay?” Harry asked as you walked out of the greenhouse and you perked up.

“Yeah, of course, why?” You asked and he gave you a puzzled look.

“You mean you’re not feeling weird or anything? You barely said a word during class,”

“O-oh,” You laughed sheepishly. “It’s just- Well before you came to class one of the boys, Anthony, he called me-”

“What’d he say?” Harry frowned, a sudden growl in his voice. “I’ll hex him into next week,”

“Oh you idiot,” You giggled, “He called me beautiful, and well I just think it’s the first time I’ve heard it from anyone other than my parents or a relative. Just had me thinking was all, but yes I’m good-great even,”

Harry’s stomach churned uncomfortably. He was relieved that no one had been cruel but for some reason he was all the more unsettled that someone was seeing you with the same lenses he did. It had taken a moment but Harry knew now how truly beautiful and amazing you were and it looked like he wasn’t the only one who had taken notice.

“Oh, guess that’s good then,” He swallowed the lump in his throat and gave you a tight smile. “See you tonight,”

Without warning, Harry was headed straight to his common room- grabbing Hermione’s arm on the way and dragging her along. You watched after him but he didn’t glance back.

A sudden shake to your shoulder was waking you from the nap you hadn’t been aware you’d slipped into. “Huh?” You mumbled, head lifting from your textbook and a page following with you as it stuck to your cheek.

“Sorry I’m late,” Came Harry’s reply, his shoulder still on your shoulder.

Ah right. You had been in the library since right after dinner waiting for Harry to come and help with your studying. Ten minutes had gone by and you thought he might’ve forgot his notes. Twenty minutes then passed and you worried he’d fallen down the stairs. Thirty minutes ticked by and you were growing frustrated but the dim lights had your eyelids feeling heavy. Forty minutes since dinner and Harry was nowhere to be seen- you sleeping soundly on your textbook.

“What time is it?” You croaked, rubbing your eyes and finding Harry was without notes. Instead he held a wilting bunch of asphodels in his hand.

“You’ll hate me if I tell you, been racing around all evening and let the time get away from me,” He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as you finally noticed he hadn’t sit down yet.

“Do we need those for class?” You nodded towards the lily-like flowers.

Harry flushed, his cheeks bright even in the dim light. “Uh no.. Got them for you,”

“Harry-” You started, confused.

“Wait, wait,” He pleaded, swapping the flowers to his other hand and rubbing his hand on his pant leg. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he was nervous. You were starting to feel it too, the familiar rush of adrenaline that set you on edge. Your hands were beginning to sweat as you worried over why your friend was acting so weird.

“I know showing up late isn’t really impressive, nor was ditching you after class. But when you told me what that Ravenclaw said I got in my head a bit... So I grabbed the smartest witch I knew and we spent all of dinner trying to figure out some grand way for me to make you forget about Anthony because I got mad he’d gotten the guts to tell you that you were beautiful before I could,”

Your stared at the chosen one with more confusion than ever before. Sure he’d been more affectionate recently and you two had been spending more time together but you didn’t think it came from a place of interest... At least not for him. But standing here listening to him you couldn’t help but wonder.

“Harry were you jealous?” You asked, being unable to fight the smile even if your heart was pounding uncomfortably.

“Godric, yes,” He laughed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. His shoulders drooped a little but he still held the asphodels out to you. “so Y/N, I’m not Anthony and I’m not the first, but I think you are the most stunning girl I’ve ever met. Clearly not even close to being a flobberworm.”

You laughed, grasping the asphodels in your hand as you stood. It felt odd staring at a bunch of flowers as Harry spoke from the heart. You wanted to look into his clear and beautiful eyes.

“Harry?” You sounded amused as you interrupted his rambling.

“Yes Y/N?” Harry sounded bashful as he said your name.

You set the flowers on the table, hands pressing against Harry’s chest as he settled his hands slowly and unsurely onto your hips. He swallowed once more, eyes wide and soft. Were you going to shove him? Maybe this was when you’d stab him with a quill.

“Kiss me?”

And despite his initial fear of being maimed, he pulled you closer and kissed you as he’d been fantasizing of for weeks.

When he pulled away you felt dizzy yet grounded. Like you were on cloud nine but like you’d never been more sure of something in your life.

“What are you thinking about?” Harry asked, nose brushing against yours. He took a deep breath and you could feel his chest brush against yours. Could he feel your heartbeat?

“If I said Anthony?” You poked fun, already seeing Harry’s expression morphing. Before he could get too upset you nibbled at his bottom lip then soothed it with a kiss. “I’m kidding you git, I’m thinking I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me for ages,”

Harry grinned, pulling you in a hug as a laugh burst from his chest. You were wonderful and he felt like it had been fate of sorts for Sprout to pair you two together.

Even if things had been thorny in the beginning, you had both just needed a bit of care and cultivation to really come to life.

#harry potter x reader #harry potter #harry x reader #angst #fluff #ask #anon #anon ask #request #i think this might be one of my favorite works

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slyttherins · 4 years ago

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Unexpected flame (part 1) | Fred Weasley x Sirius Black’s daughter

December 1993

This year, Christmas fell on a full moon. Remus felt guilty about leaving Juliet for the holidays, but he had no other choice. Staying with her on a full moon was dangerous and endangering her was the last thing he - and Sirius - wanted.

''It's okay. You can't control the moon.''

''Wish I could.'' Remus flashed her a sad, apologetic smile. Although he had grown to accept his fate - or curse -, he still hated that part of himself. The wolf. ''Have you packed your bags yet? The train is leaving tomorrow morning, right?'' he asked, changing the subject.

''Yes.''

''Good.'' Remus nodded. ''I talked to Molly, she'll be picking you up at Kings Cross.''

In the red leather chair, Juliet sighed. Much like Remus, she didn't like when people made a big fuss or went out of their way for her. It made her very uncomfortable. ''I could've stayed at school, you know. Some students stay here for Christmas.''

Remus brushed her off with a whisk of his hand. ''Nonsense. Molly and Arthur promised it was no trouble. And, you and Ginny are good friends. You'll have great fun at the Weasleys','' he promised.

''I'll miss you.''

''Me too, darling.''

''Remus?''

''Yes?''

''If he returns-''

''I'll send an immediate owl to the Weasleys and let you know.''

Ginny by her side, Juliet joined the rest of the Weasleys after getting down the train. There were so many students at the station, but, lucky for her, their red hair were easy to spot in a crowd.

A round woman with a bright smile and ginger hair was waiting on the side. She greeted each of the kids with a tight hug, happy to see them after four months away from home.

''And you must be Juliet?'' she said, seeing familiar a pair of grey eyes. ''I haven't seen you in so long. It's crazy how you've grown!''

Juliet smiled politely, having very few memories of the woman. ''Thank you for having me, Mrs. Weasley.''

''It’s no problem. Remus is a friend of family and we’re always there for family. You can call me Molly.''

''You’ll be staying in Ginny’s room. It’s on the first floor,'' Mrs. Weasley announced when they crossed the Burrow's front door. She looked around, searching for her daughter who was a couple meters behind, struggling with her own bags. Why did she bring so much stuff? ''Ginny! Can you help Juliet set a bed? I've put extra blankets and everything you'll need on your desk.''

The younger Weasley nodded and grabbed Juliet's hand and led her up the stairs, excited to have a friend over and having a sleepover.

The room was small - not to say tiny - which was to be expected with such a huge family. The girls put their stuff away and set Juliet’s bed right by Ginny’s. It was a bit cramped, but it was only for a couple days.

Once everything was set, Juliet came back down and followed the yummy smell to the kitchen.

''Where's Ginny?'' Molly asked.

''Bathing. Neville wasn't sitting when the train took off and spilled pumpkin juice on her shirt,'' Juliet explained, shaking her head at Neville's mishaps. That boy was so clumsy!

''Well, come and sit. Dinner should be ready soon.''

Juliet pulled one of the many mismatched chairs and sat down. One of the twins was at the table, but she couldn’t tell if it was Fred or George. Hopefully by the end of the stay she’ll be able to tell them apart.

''So...you’re Black’s daughter?'' Fred asked as he subtly tried to steal some cookies that were cooling on the counter while his mother's back was turned.

Since Sirius' escape from Azkaban, it was difficult not to bring up her father every time Juliet mentioned her name. It didn't help that she looked so much like him. She had become well known over the past year despite Remus' attempt to hide her from the wizarding world. Not the magic, but people.

Although the Black family was part of the sacred twenty-eight and very high in the wizarding world's hierarchy, Sirius Black was considered a traitor. Therefore, as his daughter, Juliet was considered as so too. People could be so vile and quick to judge - even toward a fourteen years old girl.

Fred, though, didn't mean any harm.

''In the flesh,'' Juliet responded proudly.

''What does it feels to have a father on the run?''

''Fred! Don’t harass our guest,'' Molly warned, eyes on the cooking pot. ''And don't think I didn't see you stealing cookies.''

The two teenagers chuckled.

''It’s fine, Mrs- Molly. It doesn't bother me. I can handle the questions.''

''Well, you two can do that later. Dinner is ready.'' She turned to her son. ''Go get your father, he's in the yard studying another bizarre muggle invention he got his hands on.''

Fred left and she then proceeded to call out the rest of the kids, making Juliet jump. She had not expected Molly to have such a loud voice.

Seconds later, everyone stumbled in the kitchen, scurrying for seats. Ginny, freshly out of her bath, sat next to Juliet, telling her all about the delicious dish her mom had prepared tonight - and the desert. Ron arrived next, sitting on her other side and making a dash for the bread in the center of the table, taking a big bite and chewing like a cow. How charming.

''Apparently it's called a toaster. You put bread in it and it springs up when they are grilled and ready. It's bloody brilliant!'' Mr. Weasley explained as he walked in, Fred on his heels. He kissed his wife’s cheek and made his way to the table where all the kids were. ''Smells good in here.''

''I've never met him. Sirius. He was wrongly sent to Azkaban before I was old enough to remember him. I've only seen him in pictures,'' Juliet told Fred when he sat down beside his twin.

''Our father says he killed thirteen muggles and an old friend, Peter Pettigrew,'' Percy said, reaching for a piece of bread from the basket on the table.

''Percy...'' Mr. Weasley warned loosely.

''There is no proof. There was no body-'' the raven haired girl defended, only to be interrupted by Percy.

''Where is Pettigrew then?'' he asked with an eyebrow raised, scoffing when Juliet didn't respond. ''Sirius Black is a murderer. I hope the dementors find him very soon and put him back where he belongs. He deserves to rot in Azkaban for his crimes.''

Tears welled in Juliet's eyes at Percy's words and accusations, but she refused to let them spill. Was this what Percy really thought? Or was he repeating what he's heard from his father and other wizards?

''Percy!'' Molly scolded. ''That is no table talk.''

By 10pm, Ginny had already gone to bed, tired from the day. Juliet had been a bit bummed, but she stayed downstairs with the other Weasleys. Ron and George were disputing a game of chess in the living area, making the most of the time they had left before their bedtime. She had watched them for a few minutes, but then decided to get some fresh air.

She sat on the small wooden patio and raised her eyes to watch the stars, secretly hoping she could put her astronomy lessons to application. Since she was a kid, Juliet always loved looking at the starry night sky. It helped calm her mind. Maybe it was part of her bloodline? The Blacks had a penchant for astronomical names and took their names from stars or constellations. Even Juliet had carried on with the tradition. It was subtle, but Sirius had chosen the name very carefully.

''What are you doing out here?'' Fred asked, coming from behind. He had a thick sweater - most likely knitted by Molly -, shielding him from the late night air.

''Looking at the stars, although I can’t seem to find any stars I’m looking for tonight.'' Juliet frowned, disappointed and annoyed. ''I thought it'd be easy. I’m usually pretty fast at finding stars and even constellations in Astronomy class...''

''Ah! That’s because Professor Sinistra makes sure what you’re looking for can be seen from where you are. I'll help you.''

Fred took a seat beside her and looked up. He had never been an astronomy nerd, but he could recognize a few. Constellations were harder to find though.

The sky above the burrow was almost always clear which made it easy to see the stars. The view was even better from Ron's bedroom, being on the highest floor of the house.

Fred felt himself close having a crick in his neck when he finally found what he was looking for. A smirk curled on his lips. ''Can you see that one? Over the pond, right beside the Orion constellation.'' He pointed his index in the direction, helping the younger witch find her way in the night sky.

Juliet followed Fred's direction and nodded. ''The one that shines so bright it's almost blue?''

''Yeah. It's the Dog Star, also called-''

''Sirius,'' the raven haired girl finished with a smile, amazed by her new find. She had been trying to find her father's star for months, but Grimmauld Place wasn't ideal for stargazing and she didn't dare ask Professor Sinistra, worried she wouldn't help her because of the star's name.

''How did you know it was that one? Are you a secret nerd, Weasley?''

Fred shook his head, looking down with a small laugh. ''No. You should see my marks... But Bill, my older brother, had an astronomy phase a few years ago. He had a telescope in his room and all. From what I remember, the Sirius star is part of Canis Major which is a winter and spring star pattern. Sirius is the constellation's dog’s nose.''

''Thank you. For showing me this. It’s rare these days that when someone brings up my father’s name it doesn’t have murderer or criminal in the same sentence.''

''Sorry about what Percy said during dinner. He’s a git sometimes. Don’t listen to him.'' Fred didn’t have to apologize on his brother’s behalf, but wanted to, knowing Percy was stubborn and would never. Whether he believed Sirius was guilty or not, he didn’t have to be so cold and crude.

''Perhaps he’s right.'' Juliet sighed, putting her head in her hands in despair. ''I don’t know who or what to believe anymore.''

''It’s okay to be confused. The whole situation feels like it’s missing pieces of the puzzle,'' Fred admitted, platonically putting a hand on her thigh, trying to bring her comfort.

Juliet raised her head and stared ahead. ''If he didn’t kill Pettigrew, where is he? No one has seen him since that night at London. All that was left was his finger.'' The frustration and desperation were clear in her voice.

Fred wished he had answers for her, but he was just as in the dark as everybody else. ''What does Remus think of this?''

''That he’s innocent.''

When she turned old enough to understand what Azkaban was, Remus had revealed her father's whereabouts. He had insisted to be the one to break the news to her, not wanting untrusty wizards or loud mouths - or worse, students - to twist the truth. He told her about the Potters, about...Voldemort, and the wizarding war. Nothing was very jolly, but Remus insisted that she knew. Most importantly, that she knew her father had been accused of crimes he didn't commit.

Fred thought for a moment, putting his words together. ''Want to know what I think?'' She nodded, turning to look at him with her grey irises. ''I think Remus is the only person alive that knows Sirius well enough to judge your father's intentions and what he's capable of. I also think there a hidden part to every story.''

Juliet frowned, confused. ''I don't get what you're trying to say...''

''I don't think Remus would feed you lies solely to make your father look like a good man to your eyes. If Sirius really did kill those people, he would've warned you about him being the dangerous murderer the Ministry claim him to be.''

#fred weasley #fred weasley x oc #harry potter #fred weasley fic

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carewyncromwell · 4 years ago

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“When the cold of winter comes, Starless night will cover day... In the veiling of the sun, We will walk in bitter rain. But in dreams, (But in dreams) I can hear your name, And in dreams, (And in dreams) We will meet again...”

~“In Dreams (cover) by Peter Hollens

x~x~x~x

Atticus Lestrange @cursebreakerfarrier and Robert Bellamy were confident the night before their presentation for History of Magic. The two had spent a good two hours at the Three Broomsticks organizing everything -- not only did they keep finding helpful information to add to their presentation in the books Madame Pince provided, but they also couldn’t help but keep taking light, amiable jabs at both the material and each other the entire time. Atticus honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so much fun doing homework, aside from perhaps the essay he’d done earlier that year for Professor Lupin on banshees. Lupin had actually gone so far as to say Atticus would make a fine Defense Against the Dark Arts professor himself someday, which made Atticus feel very proud indeed.

The night before the fifth year class’s History of Magic presentations also happened to be Halloween, so Atticus allowed himself to indulge in a few more sweets than he might have otherwise. His father always tried to curtail his sweet tooth whenever possible, but it was a little harder for him to do that at school, and after how good of a weekend he’d had, Atticus couldn’t resist spoiling himself a little. He noticed Robert and Cecelia Crouch sitting with Barty Gilbert over at the neighboring Gryffindor table instead of their own tables -- Barty was gesturing animatedly as he spoke, but his voice was too soft for him to tell what the three were talking about. Atticus did, however, briefly meet Robert’s eye, and the curly-haired Chaser smirked and gave him a short, offhand wave. Atticus gave a weak wave in return: as soon as Cecelia and Barty turned around, though, Atticus found himself averting his eyes again, unable to look at Robert’s best friend. He felt a little guilty thinking about how Barty had apparently worried he might be lonely...but that, strangely, also made him feel rather sour. Barty Gilbert was the only son of a wealthy Pureblood family -- he would know full well what Atticus’s life was like, if he actually bothered to care about his family’s expectations of him...if his parents didn’t spoil him and let him do whatever he wanted...

As fate would have it, however, that Halloween night -- October 31, 1993 -- did not go the way any student or teacher at Hogwarts had thought...all because of the escaped convict, Sirius Black.

The boys of the Ravenclaw fifth-year dorm were abruptly woken up by their Head of House, Professor Flitwick, who informed them that everyone would be heading down to the Great Hall immediately. Atticus noticed Robert dawdle slightly behind the others -- the Chaser had had to pull on an old, slightly-too-small white undershirt with some holes around the neck, since he generally only wore pajama pants to bed.

When the Ravenclaws all arrived in the Great Hall, they found everyone else from the remaining dorms there too, and the news soon spread -- Sirius Black had actually made it inside the castle and had attacked the portrait guarding Gryffindor Tower trying to get inside. While the teachers searched the school and grounds, the students would remain in the Great Hall and sleep in comfy purple sleeping bags on the floor.

Atticus had never been a very good sleeper -- he’d had insomnia since before he arrived at Hogwarts, but the stressors at school only seemed to make it worse. This was why he noticed right away when -- after the teachers were out of earshot and view -- Barty and Cecelia crept past his sleeping bag, toward the open doors of the entrance hall.

“And where do you think you two are going?” said Atticus very coolly under his breath without getting up.

Part of Atticus cynically thought they might be sneaking out for some sort of late-night tryst...but Cecelia was Hufflepuff Prefect, so Atticus thought, she really should know better, especially with a wanted criminal loose somewhere in the school.

Both Barty and Cecelia gave a start. Upon realizing who had spoken, however, their faces suddenly became much more serious.

“Atticus,” said Barty, his soft voice oddly urgent, “have you seen Robert? Did he come down to the Hall, with you?”

Atticus blinked, taken aback. “Yes -- that is, he did come down with us...”

He looked around. Sure enough, he didn’t see Robert anywhere in the Great Hall.

Despite himself, Atticus felt concern prickling at the inside of his chest. It must’ve shown on his face, since Cecelia said anxiously,

“Will you help us look for him? I mean, you’re a Prefect too...if we get caught out of bed, you can help me vouch for Barty and Robert...”

In that moment Atticus couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do less than cover up for Barty Gilbert breaking the rules and putting himself and others in danger...but at the same time, he was only doing it because he was worried about his best friend. And Atticus had to admit, with Sirius Black on the loose, he was a bit worried about Robert being out there, too.

Barty wasn’t about to wait around for Atticus’s answer -- the taller boy had already darted across the rest of the Hall toward the double doors, determined to find Robert. Exchanging a look with Cecelia, Atticus exhaled heavily and nodded, shuffling quickly out of his sleeping bag and putting his muted blue slippers back on so that he could follow Cecelia after Barty.

Barty barrelled down the hallway, overtaking the other two with his much longer strides. It took Atticus at one point dashing forward and grabbing the back of Barty’s gray Weird Sisters T-shirt to pull him behind a column, just to keep a patrolling Professor Sinistra from seeing him.

“You’re going to get all three of us caught, if you do that,” hissed Atticus.

Barty shot a guilty look over his shoulder at Atticus. “Sorry...guess I’m just a little tense...”

Cecelia caught up with them, bringing a hand on the back of each of their shoulders.

“Any ideas of where he might have gone?” she whispered, her hazel eyes full of concern.

Atticus contemplated the matter. “...Maybe he went back up to our dorm. The shirt he threw on did look a bit too small...he could’ve wanted to go get his robe...”

“He wouldn’t have a robe that fits either,” said Cecelia with a shake of her head. “Rob outgrew a lot of his clothes over the summer -- he’s just too stubborn and proud to let either of us buy him larger robes and such. I reckon it’s only because the school pays for everyone’s Quidditch robes that Rob’s Chaser robes still fit...”

Atticus blinked in surprise. “...So that’s why he’s always wearing his Quidditch robes, instead of his usual school robes?”

Noticing Atticus’s expression, Barty actually fixed him with an unusually sharp look. “Rob isn’t the sort to want pity -- and I hope you’ll agree that he also doesn’t deserve any condescension.”

Atticus’s eyes narrowed. “I would never condescend to him for that! I merely...never considered that his family was that bad-off, is all...”

Robert’s rather disheveled appearance did make a lot more sense, though.

Barty’s expression softened visibly at Atticus’s reassurance, instantly becoming much more patient again. He peeked around the statue, watching as Sinistra talked to Professor Sprout.

“I wish I’d thought to bring my Cloak,” he muttered under his breath to Cecelia.

Atticus frowned deeply. “Your Cloak?”

Cecelia shook her head dismissively. “How do you get up to Ravenclaw Tower from here, Atticus? Maybe Rob still headed up that way, even if it wasn’t for a robe...”

Still frowning, Atticus nonetheless pointed. “Up the grand staircase, to the left. It’s not very far from Gryffindor Tower actually, if I’m not mistaken...it’s by the Prefect’s Bathroom.”

“That is close,” said Barty.

Cecelia peeked around the statue and gave the two boys a very pretty, broad smile. “Brilliant, they’ve moved on. Let’s go.”

It didn’t take long for the three to find Robert, fortunately. Ravenclaw’s Star Chaser hadn’t gone all the way back up to Ravenclaw Tower -- instead he’d merely snatched up his sleeping bag and stowed it underneath one of the smaller staircases on the second floor so he could sit on it by himself in the dark. He was very surprised to see that Cecelia, Barty, and Atticus had come after him, and not exactly happily so.

“I’m all right, Barty,” said Robert lowly. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Of course I do!” said Barty. His quiet, charming voice was oddly hard as he towered over his best friend sitting cross-legged on the floor. “Rob, that madman Black ended up just outside my dormitory not too long ago -- sure, I never saw him myself, but he’s still out there somewhere! You think I could’ve lived with myself, if he hurt you?”

“I think I can more than take out a man without a wand,” Robert said coolly. “Reckon Black wouldn’t be expecting anyone to try punching him straight in the mug.”

“That’s not funny, Robert!” said Cecelia, looking very upset.

Barty looked almost more upset, to the point that it was bordering on anger.

“Rob, you know the dreams I’ve had!” he said lowly under his breath. “You know how scared they’ve always made me -- for you to disappear without a word, when you know that -- you have to know that hurts me!”

Atticus glanced at Barty out the side of his eye, confused. Dreams?

Robert suddenly looked very guilty. His dark eyes had fallen to the floor.

“...Barty, I...”

He swallowed.

“...I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I -- I wasn’t trying to disappear. I just...needed to be alone. That’s all.”

Atticus fixed Robert with a very reproachful look. “Under the circumstances, I’d say that’s the last thing you need.”

Robert looked at Atticus as his dormmate bent down to get down on his level.

"Black is dangerous,” said Atticus. “I realize rules have never been sacred to you, Bellamy, but you’re not invincible. I cannot believe you’re really dumb enough to think you could handle Black single-handed -- you’re no show-off Gryffindor -- ”

Barty raised his eyebrows.

“Excuse me,” Atticus muttered, before moving on. “I just mean that you better have a good reason, to want to hide away from everyone else.”

Robert’s dark eyes on Atticus’s were narrowed, but not angry. He looped his arms around one of his knees absently, interlacing the fingers.

“...I just didn’t want to disrupt anyone else sleeping,” he muttered uncomfortably.

Atticus raised his eyebrows. “Why would you think you’d do that?”

“I can’t cast Muffliato on fat air. It works on bed curtains and walls, but if I’m in a sleeping bag in a wide open room, I don’t have anything I can cast it on. I figured I could at least use it on the bottom of the stairs, sleeping under here.”

Cecelia suddenly looked shocked and dismayed as she bent down on her knees next to Robert. “Rob, have your nightmares come back? Is that what this is about?”

Robert avoided her gaze. Atticus looked from Robert to Cecelia, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Nightmares,” he murmured. “You mean like the kind you used to have in first year, when you claimed you were homesick?”

Robert kept his eyes locked on the floor. He clearly did not want to be having this conversation.

Barty, however, looked from Atticus to Robert and got down on his own knees, wrapping his arms around his friends’ shoulders.

“We’ve...always had weird dreams -- all three of us,” the tall Gryffindor admitted softly. "Sometimes they’re bad, but most of the time, they just don’t make sense. And sometimes, when we meet or interact with certain people...with each other...the dreams become clearer.”

Atticus felt a chill run down his spine. The description sounded scarily familiar. His own dreams where he woke up sobbing in the middle of the night -- that bizarre feeling of deja vu that he experienced around Barty and Robert -- sank their claws into his brain.

“Cecelia thinks that they might be some kind of premonition,” said Barty. “She’s got some Seer blood in her family. But my family doesn’t have any, and Rob’s family obviously doesn’t either. And...well, again, the dreams are weird. We’re often older in our dreams, but the scenarios we’re in don’t make any sense...and even if some people and places appear the same, something’s always off about them. And that’s not even counting the dreams where nothing’s clear at all and you don’t remember any details, except how it made you feel...”

Atticus's face had lost most of its color.

“You’ve...all had these dreams?” he whispered.

His blue eyes darted from Barty to Cecelia to Robert. Robert once again avoided Atticus’s eye.

“Do you...see anyone else in them, besides just each other?” Atticus couldn’t help but ask. His heart felt like it was stuck in his throat.

Barty glanced at Robert, whose shoulders had tensed visibly. He squeezed his best friend’s shoulder in an attempt to show support.

“...Sometimes,” said Barty lowly.

“Who?” Atticus asked, his voice a little more insistent than he’d intended.

Atticus didn’t even realize that his hands were shaking until Cecelia reached out to rest a comforting hand on top of them.

“Atticus,” said Cecelia, her eyebrows knitting together over her eyes in concern, “...have you...had strange dreams too?”

Robert looked up for the first time in minutes, his dark eyes flying up to Atticus’s face and searching his expression. Atticus felt himself swallowing back a lump in his throat -- he couldn’t hold eye contact with Robert too long, and soon his gaze fell down to Robert’s purple sleeping bag.

“...Yes,” he said at last, very softly. “They’re...not that clear, most of the time. I forget most of the details when I wake up...but I remember the feelings. And...when I’m awake, I remember pieces of them again, sometimes, in random situations. Sometimes people seem familiar, or something about them seems familiar...even when we don’t even know each other at all. Sometimes they’ll seem so familiar, and yet one little thing will just be...wrong, somehow...and I can hardly explain why.”

Both Barty and Cecelia looked at Robert. Robert squeezed his knee a bit closer to his chest, his dark eyes locked on Atticus’s face and rippling deeply. He was clearly thinking hard.

“...Have you seen us?” Robert murmured. “In your dreams?”

Atticus winced. He couldn’t look at Barty, so he kept his eyes downcast.

“...I’ve seen Gilbert,” he muttered. “At least, I think so -- it looks a lot like him.”

Barty looked taken aback. “You’ve seen me?”

He shot Robert another covert look.

“...That’s weird,” he murmured.

"I’d say this whole situation could be considered a touch weird, Barty,” said Cecelia a light, but crisp voice that seemed to put an end to the current line of conversation.

She too shot another quick look at Robert before looking around at all of them.

“It’s getting late. We should try to get some sleep...especially with our presentations for Binns due later today.”

Although his brain was still whirling so fast he doubted that he’d be able to sleep a wink, Atticus nonetheless nodded.

“...Yes...we should be at our best.” He tried to offer Robert a smile. “...We are supposed to be Professors Lestrange and Bellamy, in about nine hours.”

Robert despite himself couldn’t help but smile. “...Right.”

“‘Professor Bellamy?’” repeated Cecelia, and her hazel eyes sparkled in delight. “Oh, I’d love to see that -- you’d look awfully handsome in a pair of spectacles, Robert.”

“Maybe I’ll try to borrow Percy Weasley’s,” joked Robert.

Neither Barty nor Atticus could bite back a laugh.

“Rob, lay off,” said Barty in soft amusement. “Just because Percy’s Head Boy doesn’t mean you have to tease him...”

“No, but it does put a lovely target on his back,” said Robert rather cheekily. “Or rather, on his lapel.”

Atticus shook his head, even while grinning from ear to ear. “I take back everything I said before -- you’d make a horrible professor.”

Robert laughed loudly as Atticus used the Geminio charm to duplicate Robert’s sleeping bag three times, so that all four of them could settle themselves down under the staircase together. Once all of them got tucked in, Robert used the Muffliato Charm on the stairs so that any sounds they might made were deadened, and soon they all fell asleep. Even Atticus, tucked into the corner closest to Robert, found himself nodding off.

Amazingly, although Robert had suffered from nightmares constantly for almost five years, he ended up sleeping peacefully until after daybreak. Even more amazingly, Atticus -- who never slept well -- woke up feeling more refreshed than he had in a long time...all thanks to a dream he only half-remembered upon waking up that included a soothing male singing voice and a pair of oddly gentle scarlet eyes watching over him.

#my art #my writing #hphl #hogwarts legacy #golden era #reincarnation!au #bartholomew varney #atticus grimsley #cecelia crouch varney #gahhhh I'm actually really happy with how this drawing turned out!#robert's hands actually turned out so much better than I'd hoped hahaha #but yeah now these four know they have this weirdness in common...#the mystery deepens...#cecelia's pajama pants are based on van gogh's starry night painting since she's an artist!#and barty's wearing an old concert tee and pajama pants with a dragon printed on them #because barty's a magical creatures kind of guy and honestly everybody needs a pair of dragon pajama pants #I'm sure charlie weasley has some #also yeah robert is *toned* hahaha #quidditch star baby

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sweet-savvy-slytherins · 4 years ago

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Hi, everyone!

Developing characters is something I really enjoy, so I had a lot of fun putting together a twin set of MCs! This is the first of the two, Evangeline! I’d love if people would give her a read, and let me know what you think of her!

For clarification, I used the Classified Text Generator in a few spots. That way, I didn’t have to leave any information out, and those who had reached that part of the game would recognize what I was talking about regardless, but those who hadn’t wouldn’t be spoiled.

Name:

Hypatia Nadine Linwood, originally

Evangeline Nadine Desrosiers, currently

Usually goes by Vany

Initials spell “END,” which she finds hilariously ominous

Gender: Cisgender female

Age: 16 years old

Birth Date: October 20th

Species: Human (despite her mother’s insistence that they’re part Veela)

Blood Status: Pureblood

Sexuality: Openly homoromantic and homosexual

Alignment: Chaotic good

Ethnicity: Afro-European

Residence: A condo in Bristol

Myer Briggs Personality Type: ESTP-A, the Entrepreneur

1st Wand: When she was eleven, Evangeline was matched with a dogwood wand that was nine inches in length, with a dragon heartstring core.

2nd Wand: In her fifth year, after she unwisely challenged Madam Rakepick and had her wand broken as a result, Evangeline found herself paired with a spruce wood wand, this one nine and two thirds inches in length with a phoenix tail feather core. While she resents Rakepick for breaking her first, Evangeline does admit to feeling like her second wand suited her better.

Animagus: Evangeline never becomes an animagus.

Miscellaneous Magical Abilities: Unlike Jacob and Enola, Evangeline is not a born legilimens. However, just like her mother, she is a Seer. (Because that is just like her mother, isn’t it? To pass on the world’s shittiest super power?) Most of the time, this ability manifests in the form of a vague sense or a murky dream. To this day, she’s only had one proper vision, and it was when she was very small.

Boggart Form: Her mother showering her with praise, and saying she was proud of the witch she’d grown to be. This tends to confuse her peers, since it seems so positive—but Evangeline knows her mother. The narcissist that she is, Mireille would never have praised her like that unless she molded Evangeline into her double. That is Evangeline’s worst fear: becoming her mother.

Riddikulus Form: Mireille more or less being turned into a cymbal-banging monkey, with a kazoo in her mouth, cymbals in her hands, and a silly hat.

Amortentia: When Evangeline smells amortentia, the scent is a combination of broom handle polish, leather, and buttered toast. If someone’s amortentia were to smell like her, it would smell like cherry lip gloss, orange pekoe tea, and, again, broom handle polish.

Patronus: A crow. Although they’re best known for supposedly being an omen of death, they’re also believed to symbolize destiny, flexibility, and mischievousness.

Patronus Memory: About a month before Evangeline turned nine, there was a night where her entire family—Aunt Felicienne, Jacob, Enola, and Casper—all let her paint their nails. They all talked and laughed the entire night, drinking cocoa and admiring their nails, and it was the first time they felt like a proper family.

Mirror of Erised: Her family not only together again, but being treated with the respect they deserve. Her brother’s bad reputation erased, the whispers about her aunt for being a squib silenced, and the ghost of their parents’ actions exorcised.

Specialized/Favorite Spells: Evangeline has an affinity for fun spells, like Colovaria and Orchideous. They may not be the most practical, but is that such a crime? Not every spell can serve a greater purpose.

Physique:

Athletic build, due to her involvement in Quidditch

Strong limbs and a toned figure

5′8 in heigh

Eye Color:

Dark grey in color

Always decorated with pristine eyeliner and a light brush of mascara

Hair Color:

Deep brown

Occasionally experiment with different hair colors using Colovaria

Naturally curly, but is often straightened

Hip length (when straightened)

Skin Tone:

Light brown

Warm undertones

Body Modifications:

One piercing in each ear

Scarring:

Extensive burn scars on both forearms — gained at 7 years old

Thin scar directly across the bridge of her nose — gained at 25 years old

Inventory:

Her favorite cherry lip gloss

A bag of butterscotch candies

A hair clip or two

Her treasured leather journal.

Fashion: Though Evangeline consciously tries not to be vain, knowing it was one of her mother’s vices, she does take pride in her appearance, and enjoys looking good. When not outfitted in her school robes, she usually tries to aim for a classy, feminine sort of style. More often than not her outfits consist of trendy sweaters or turtlenecks (never t-shirts), tea length skirts, and oxford pumps. As for accessories, Evangeline is quite fond of dainty earrings and delicate silver rings, as well as pretty hair clips. The one exception to her style tastes is Erika’s sweaters: they’re over-sized, a little more traditionally masculine, and more worn out than Evangeline likes to let her clothes get. Still, she absolutely covets them.

Hogwarts House: Slytherin, house of the cunning and ambitious. It’s garnered such a reputation for being the “mean house” that people always seem to be surprised to learn that Evangeline was placed there. But, as she’s always quick to remind them, “mean” is not a requisite for being in Slytherin. It’s just an unfortunate trend.

Ilvermorny House: Thunderbird, house of the soul, home to the adventurer.

Affiliations/Organizations: Obviously, as first a student and then an alum, Evangeline is affiliated with Hogwarts. She also joins ███ ██████ ██ ██████ out of support for Enola, and, later on, is a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

Professions: After working as a spy for the Order during the second wizarding war, Evangeline builds a career as a grief counselor for magical children.

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: A

Charms: E

DADA: O

Flying: O

Herbology: P

History of Magic: A

Potions: A

Transfiguration: E

Electives:

Divination

Muggle Studies

Both are total goof off classes, considering she’s a Seer who was raised in a muggle community

Quidditch:

Seeker on the Slytherin team from third year onward

Played one season as a beater in her fourth year

Extra Curricular:

Art Club

Frog Choir

Favorite Professors:

Professor Hooch — fellow Quidditch lover

Professor Trelawney — endearingly kooky

Least Favorite Professors:

Professor Snape — killjoy

Professor Sinistra — uptight

Brother: The eldest of the Desrosiers children is Theron, who renamed himself Jacob after his parents’ death. Of his three younger siblings, he’s arguably closest to Evangeline, since she shares his charisma and occasional haughtiness. Evangeline understood, better than any of the others, how badly he wanted to restore both the Kastellanos and Desrosiers family names to their former glory. No, actually, not their former glory—a new glory, built on talent and respect, rather than on the subjugation of those considered “beneath” them.

Other Siblings: Older than Evangeline by six minutes, Enola is the second oldest Desrosiers sibling, and easily the one Evangeline is closest to. People can dismiss the notion of twin ESP all they want, but Evangeline believes it. Different as they may be, her and Enola have always been finely attuned to each other. They can read each other easily, and always know exactly what the other needs. There isn’t a chance they could ever be as close with someone else as they are with each other.

Evangeline also has a younger brother. Helios Kastellanos, renamed Casper by their Aunt Felicienne, is five years younger than the twins, and truth be told, Evangeline’s never had too strong of a relationship with him. It’s not like they argue, or they hate each other. They’ve just...never connected. He’s always clung to Enola, so Evangeline figures that it’s a trade off she had to make. She gets to be close with Jacob, at the cost of being close with Casper. Enola gets to be close with Casper, at the cost of being close with Jacob. It evens out.

Father: Truth be told, Evangeline remembers very little of her father, Proteus. Beyond not spending a lot of time at home, Proteus was more concerned with his male heirs than either of his daughters. Everything Evangeline knows about him, she’s learned secondhand, and even then, it’s very little. Felicienne and Jacob always waved off her questions, telling her she didn’t want to know about him, Enola remembered as little as she did, and Casper was only three when he died. Evangeline knows that he was a Death Eater, and that’s more or less it.

Mother: Now, her mother, Mireille, on the other hand...Evangeline remembers her quite vividly. Mireille was a woman who prided herself on beauty more than anything, and wanted to raise her daughters to be just the same—as long as they were never more beautiful than she was. Though she came from a family of blood purists, Mireille was the first Desrosiers to become a Death Eater, and Evangeline suspects that she got in over her head. It’s her theory that the stress drove Mireille crazy, and that was why she was so prone to paranoia and explosive bursts of anger. One of Evangeline’s most vivid memories of Mireille attempting to throw a pot of boiling water in her face when she was seven years old; Evangeline threw up her arms to defend herself, and she still bears the scars from the attack all these years later.

Love Interest: Evangeline has a big, fat, gay crush on Erika Rath, and she’s not ashamed to admit it. She’d already been attracted to her on an entirely physical level, and then Evangeline had to seek out her tutelage when the Slytherin team was short a Beater. Discovering the awkward, uncertain girl that existed beneath the gruff exterior completely sealed the deal. They bonded over their love for Quidditch, continuing to train together even when Evangeline switched back to playing Seeker, and with time, came to find that they really enjoyed each other’s company. Evangeline could make Erika laugh like no one else, and Erika felt like one of the only people Evangeline could be entirely herself with, even if that meant exposing the ugly pieces of herself as well as the polished ones. Finally, Evangeline asked Erika to the Celestial Ball, and the rest was history. It’s rather funny to see them side by side, with Erika, perpetually dressed in her jersey and scowling, towering over Evangeline, with her pressed skirts and sunny smiles.

Best Friends: One of Evangeline’s dearest friends at Hogwarts is local contraband dealer, Jae Kim. Truth be told, he was initially quite intimidated by her. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but despite Evangeline’s bubbly disposition, something about her always struck him as distinctly...eldritch. Like she was something unusual, and not entirely human. Maybe it was just the way she could flip her emotions on a dime, entirely of her own volition. Watching her be seething mad and then slap on a bright, sunny grin as she turned away, easy as flipping a switch, was unnerving. Regardless, the two bonded throughout their time spent in detention, and Enola is quite proud to boast that she’s one of the few people that can almost wrangle Jae into following the rules.

She’s also quite close with Penny Haywood and Diego Caplan, two Hufflepuffs who share Evangeline’s popularity and social skill. Evangeline likes to joke that she’s “Penny, but with edge.” Penny gets a kick out of it. Diego, on the other hand, did initially have slightly selfish reasons for befriending Evangeline—namely, his hope that she could help him get closer to Enola, who he had a crush on—but ended up genuinely bonding with her somewhere along the way. She’s his favorite dueling and dancing partner, and they trust each other more than anyone seems to realize.

Rivals: Some people might not understand how two people on the same team can be rivals, but Evangeline and Skye Parkin make it work. It’s not a mean rivalry by any means, but it’s an intense one, with both of them aiming to be the star player on the Slytherin Quidditch team. Evangeline also considers herself rivals with Emily Tyler, who reminds her uncomfortably of her mother, and Merula, who competes with her in, well, everything.

Enemies: Logically, Evangeline knows that there’s really nothing wrong with Talbott Winger. He’s an entirely decent guy, who minds his own business and keeps his head down. She has no reason to dislike him the way she does. But she just can’t help it. Maybe it’s his aloofness that rubs her the wrong way—Evangeline’s always liked to be liked, not to mention the nosy streak she possesses and she finds people that reserved and guarded frustrating. Maybe it’s the fact that she thinks he has eyes for her sister, when Enola could definitely do better. (Of course, this is only Evangeline’s perception. If she really wanted to know who had eyes for Enola, she’d have better luck looking at her best friend, Jae.) Either way, Evangeline isn’t a fan.

Dormmates: Evangeline shares a dorm with Rowan Khanna, Liz Tuttle, Skye Parkin, and her twin sister, Enola.

Pets: On the record, Evangeline has only one pet, and it’s a very old, exceptionally grumpy, melanistic Sphynx cat named Toodles. Despite being more or less a crotchety old man in cat form, Toodles is absolutely the light of Evangeline’s life, and she dotes on him like he is her actual child. The amount of money she’s dropped on Toodles is honestly kind of staggering, but Enola insists that it’s entirely necessary. Sphynx cats require a lot of careful care, and if Evangeline has her way, Toodles is only going to get the best of the best.

However, off the record, Evangeline has also grown unusually close to one Thestral in particular. She’s been sneaking into the Forbidden Forest to study them since she was in her 2nd year, and during one such excursion, she witnessed a Thestral foal being birthed. Since it provided a prime opportunity to study the life cycle of a Thestral, Evangeline focused most of her observations on that foal, which she named Melinoe, after the Greek goddess of ghosts and spirits. It took some time to build trust, but eventually, Melinoe and Evangeline were thick as thieves, and Melinoe greeted her like an excited puppy whenever she came to visit the forest. Leaving Melinoe behind is perhaps what Evangeline’s dreading most about her graduation from Hogwarts.

Closest Canon Friends: Jae Kim, Penny Haywood, Diego Caplan, Nymphadora Tonks, and Tulip Karasu.

Closest MC Friends: Outside of Enola, none yet, but looking!

Pre-Hogwarts: Hypatia was born the third child of Proteus and Mireille Kastellanos. She spent the first eight years of her life in Greece, living on her father’s family estate, roaming the grounds with her siblings, enjoying the abundance of wealth at her fingertips. It should’ve been a charmed life...but it wasn’t. See, Proteus and Mireille were both Death Eaters, and neither were much suited for parenthood. It was a household strife with unease and contempt, and if the ruthless mental (and occasionally physical) abuse Hypatia experienced wasn’t enough, her childhood was also plagued by terrible visions. In this visions, an explosion burst in her family parlor, leaving both her parents dead on the floor.

Then, when she was eight years old, the premonition came true. Aurors raided the manor, and in the ensuing fight, both Proteus and Mireille were killed, with their two young daughters bearing witness. The children were whisked away from the home, and eventually sent to live with their maternal aunt, Felicienne Desrosiers. A squib who had fled her Pureblood-supremist family to live in England, Felicienne was hardly equipped to take on four young, magical, traumatized children, but still, she stepped up to the plate, determined not to fail them the way that their parents had.

The first thing she did? She sat them down, and helped them choose out new names. While her family name wasn’t exactly sparkly clean, it carried less of a stigma than their father’s. And thus, Hypatia Kastellanos died with her parents, and Evangeline Desrosiers was born.

From that point on, Evangeline grew up to be a rather well-adjusted girl. Or, as well-adjusted as a girl with her experiences could be. The only real point of concern was the fixation she began to develop with death; she played funeral director far more often than she ever played princess, and was prone to checking out books on embalming methods from the local library. However, she wasn’t hurting anyone or thing and showed no desire to, so Felicenne decided it wasn’t anything to worry too much about. It was simply Evangeline’s way of coping. Throughout the years, Evangeline found happiness with her new family, and despite Jacob’s disappearance, despite Felicenne’s failing health, Evangeline is determined to protect that happiness.

2nd Wizarding War: As the war starts picking up steam, Evangeline establishes her allegiance to The Order of the Phoenix, and starts working as a spy, able to rely on her charisma and family heritage to gain the trust of dark wizards. She’s not accepted into the inner circle, not nearly, but she’s silver-tongued enough to get information from those that are. During this time, she secretly elopes with her long-term girlfriend, Erika Rath. She fights in the battle of Hogwarts, and in doing so, gains a scar directly across the bridge of her nose.

Post-War: Following the war, Evangeline finds that her ambitions have changed. Despite having wanted for years to be a mortician, she finds that the idea now lacks the appeal it did when she was young. Perhaps she’s just seen enough death. Still, she’s determined to put all of her years of research to use. She ends up finding her calling providing grief counseling to children, and, specifically, to magical children. She makes the unconventional choice to train Thestrals as a sort of therapy animal for children who have witnessed death. Her and Erika, now going public with their marriage, also adopt a set of siblings—an eight year old named Winifred, and a six year old named Josephine, the daughters of a friend of Erika’s who was, unfortunately, killed in the war. It’s difficult, considering both girls are old enough to remember and miss their parents, but Evangeline’s grief training comes in handy in helping them cope with the loss. It may take time, but eventually, they do truly feel like a family.

There's a lot more to Evangeline than there appears to be at a glance. Upon first meeting, she seems...well, vivacious. She loves to laugh and lights up a room with her smile alone, and is playful and a little mischievous by nature. She's also quite the hopeless romantic, and ultimately wants to end up happy with someone she loves. Some may say that this makes her pathetic, but she doesn't view it that way at all. What's so wrong with wanting to be happy?

Though Evangeline may not hand out her trust too quickly or freely, she is always willing to provide a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on. Her loyalty to those who find a place in her heart is admirable, especially when it comes to her family, and she would willingly fight to the death to protect those she loves. She always finds some way to show her affection, whether it's through a warm hug when one is needed or a good laugh provided when sadness seems to be taking over. She’s charismatic and enigmatic and attractive, and most everyone she meets consider her to be a delightful young woman.

And then her smile sharpens just slightly, glinting like light on the blade of a dagger, and all of a sudden, it’s abundantly clear why she was sorted into the house of the cunning.

Now, the image Evangeline puts forth isn’t a lie. She is genuinely friendly and outgoing, and the majority of the time, everything she says and does is sincere. However, certain traits are exaggerated because she wants to present a specific image of herself—or rather, she wants certain parts of her to go unnoticed, so she emphasizes the ones she wants people to see and lets the other ones slip out of the edges of their perception.

Beneath the girlish laughter and perfect grins is a master manipulator, always poised for battle, whether they be fought with words or fists. The sweetness, the flattery, the pretty little smiles, they coax information out conversations faster than threats ever did. A true Slytherin at her core, Evangeline has long since learned how to use her beauty and natural charisma to get what she needs out of people and accomplish her goals, which are, fortunately, mostly altruistic. Who knows what sort chaos she could wrought, if she put her mind to it?

Total theater kid. She attended muggle primary schools prior to Hogwarts, and you can bet your bippy she jumped on every opportunity to get on stage that she was offered. Notable roles include Belle in Beauty and the Beast, the Wicked Witch of the West (ironically enough) in The Wizard of Oz, Wendy in Peter Pan, and Queen Zixi in Queen Zixi of Ix.

It’s no secret that Evangeline’s one premonition was of the raid that her parents died in. Her siblings all know, and none of them blame her. She was just a child; she didn’t understand what she was seeing. The secret is that, even if she had understood, Evangeline doesn’t think she would’ve warned anyone.

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(draco x hufflepuff!reader)

summary: Draco has been your secret boyfriend for a few months, and you decide to go public at the Yule Ball. But, does it get a little too public? words: 4,048 A/N: sorry you all were content starved for all of july!! but i’ve got other stuff in the works 💅 i hope this isn’t too angsty for you. shy literally told me to cut out the angst so no one gets mad at me but then i decided i uhhhh didn’t care. she tried to warn me lmao. taglist: @clockworkherondale @accio-rogers @mayorofzillyhoo @diademofdraco @drawlfoy @ladybuginthetardis @silversslytherin @lushlavenderskies @socontagiousimagines

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“Y/N, come out! I want to see your dress!” Hannah calls from our room.

I smooth my velvet skirt in the mirror, and crack open the door. “Ready?”

Hannah swipes her lashes one more time and turns from her vanity to look at me. I push the door all the way open, and she gasps. “Oh my GOSH it’ssososopretty!!”

I do a little twirl in the center of the room, and my skirt swishes about. The dress I’d had my mom send was one I’d found last year when I was at home for summer. It’s velvet with a long skirt and a petticoat so it’s fluffy, and a sweetheart cut neckline with little cap sleeves. I hadn’t bought it the first time because I hadn’t had anywhere to wear it to, but as soon as the yule ball was announced I sent my mum a letter to please buy it, but only if it came in dark green.

“It matches your eyes so well!” Hannah says. “You should wear green more often.”

“That’s what Draco says.” I roll my eyes.

“He’s going to love it, and so is everyone else.”

I put on my jewelry– two drop earrings with silver moons on the ends to match my necklace– and my shoes. I’d just washed my hair that morning, and left it down in long curls.

In the common room, all the girls are having a sort of compliment party as we go our ways, telling each other how pretty we look. Our friend Justin is waiting for us at the entrance to the common room, looking very handsome in his suit. “Justin, you look so cute!” I give him a big hug.

“You look cute too! And you, Hannah.” Justin says.

“Thank you!” Hannah does a little curtsy in her pink vintage gown.

We walk out the entrance together, and make our way to the great hall. Hannah leaves us when she finds her date, and we wave goodbye to her as she departs. “Where is Lisa?”

“She’s somewhere. She didn’t really care if we showed up together or not.” Justin says.

“So relaxed. I envy you.” I sigh.

“Draco wants to make an entrance?” Justin raises an eyebrow. I nod. “Naturally. How about, I go down the stairs first. You wait up here and I’ll make sure he’s ready before you come down. You know, for the drama.” He makes hand motions as he says drama, and I laugh.

“Sure. I’ll peek around the corner and watch.”

“Okay, game time!”

We laugh and high-five. Justin takes the steps down two at a time, and starts sifting through the sea of people at the foot of the stairs. I look around the corner to watch. I actually spot Draco before Justin does, in the back, talking with Crabbe and Goyle. I’m startled by a tap on my shoulder. It’s Hermione.

“Oh, sorry did I scare you?” She says apologetically.

“It’s fine! I’m just watching. There’s an awful lot of them down there. I feel nervous to walk down all these stairs.” I turn to look at her dress, a beautiful blue with lots of fluttering pieces. “You look fantastic!”

“Thank you!” She brushes her skirts. “I love your dress, too! It’s very wintery… and green.”

I catch her meaning about the green. People were going to pick up on it sooner or later, but I know Hermione meant no harm. “I picked it out myself. Mum said it would bring out my eyes.”

“It does!” She gives me a wave before heading down the staircase. “See you later!”

“Bye!”

I hadn’t forgotten about Justin and our plan, but I didn’t want to make too much of a scene. It was almost eight, and I needed to go. I didn’t look to see if Justin was ready, so I just walk down the stairs a few paces back from Hermione. Luckily, my skirt is big and I have to hold it, so I have a great excuse to not look for Draco’s reaction as I come down the steps. As soon as I reach the floor though, people are looking at me. I’m sure I look nice, but I start to feel self-conscious about my decision. Walking through the crowd towards one of the walls so I can look for Draco, I hear what people are saying: “Slytherin green!” “-probably because she’s Malfoy’s date. What, you didn’t know?” “-can’t believe it, she’s so nice..”

Maybe this was a big mistake.

I feel a light touch on my hand, and there he is. Draco looks absolutely dashing in his black and white dress robes, his blue eyes bright and clear in the candle light. He takes my hand and pulls me in for a small hug. “You look absolutely beautiful,” he whispers in my ear. He pulls back and gives my hand a kiss.

“Thank you,” I say. “You look very handsome yourself.”

“You want to go in now?”

I nod. The sooner we get in the hall the further in the back we can be. As we move through the crowd, I curse myself for wearing such a full gown. I pull it close with one hand, muttering apologies to everyone we pass.

Though we rarely are seen together outside of the occasional hanging-out, I think people caught on pretty quick that there was something between us. After the ferret incident earlier in the year, nearly half the student body had seen me calm be the only person ever to successfully calm Draco down from his rage. No one in my own house had ever brought it up to me before, but Hannah is really bad at whispering. I didn’t know I could feel so self-conscious about being around him.

Draco doesn’t want to be in the back, but I get him to settle for off to the side. I immediately sit down, making myself as small as possible. “What’s wrong?” Draco asks, full of concern.

“Everyone is whispering about me. About us.” I clasp my hands together.

“Of course, you look beautiful,” Draco says, putting his arm around me.

“It’s not that. I could hear them, they… they think I’m some sort of suck up. Like I don’t know what’s happening to me. Like I don’t know you, or something.” I mumble. “Wearing green was a bad idea.”

“Hey,” Draco tilts my head up so I’m looking at him. “Since when have you cared about what other people think about you? That’s my concern.” I laugh at that a little. “Let everyone say what they want to, and if they say anything bad, I’ll personally make their life Hell.”

“I’m sure you would,” I giggle, taking his hand.

“Most definitely. I just want tonight to be about us, and I want to show my beautiful girlfriend off to everyone. Just one dance, and we can leave if you want.”

“Okay,” I say, putting my head on his shoulder. Draco kisses the top of my head.

“Let’s go stand so we can watch all those stupid champions parade in.”

“You just want to make fun of Harry.”

“Sure.”

I smile. Draco had made me feel better. And he was right, I usually don’t care what people think, so why did I now? We go and stand at the edge of the dance floor, and I see Justin and Lisa standing across from us. They catch my eye, and Lisa lays her head on Justin’s shoulder, sighing dramatically. Justin mimes pulling her close and saying something heartfelt, and they collapse into giggles. They’re making fun of me and Draco!

I stick my tongue out at them, and then point at Draco next to me, making a slash across my throat. We all laugh.

“What are you doing?” Draco asks.

“They’re making fun of us, for being drama queens.” I point across the floor.

Draco just looks over at them, stone faced, and makes an L with his fingers and puts it on his forehead. Lisa and Justin die with laughter. “Was that funny?” Draco asks.

“So funny!” I giggle. “Okay shh, here they come.” The Tournament Champions come in, and both Draco and I gasp at the sight of Hermione with Victor Krum.

“I can’t believe it! That boy looks dumb as dirt and Hermione is the smartest girl I know.” I whisper.

Draco looks surprised. “I’ll agree with you on that.”

The champions all file in with their dates, and we watch them all have the first dance. Draco’s eyes are on Harry as he stumbles around with Parvati Patil, and Draco does a large eye roll when Parvati whispers to him loudly to watch her feet.

In order to save the awkwardness that is none of the Champions really knowing the dance, the teachers quickly start to step in to join them. Professor Dumbledore takes Madme Maxime out onto the floor, followed by Professor Moody and Professor Sinistra. Soon the floor is getting full and Draco takes my hand. “There’s plenty of people, want to go?”

I give a small nod and let Draco lead me to an empty spot on the floor. He puts his other hand on my waist and spins me around toward him, flashing me an encouraging smile. As we spin to the music, I start to feel more comfortable. Draco is talking to me, and with the music and his words in my ears, thoughts of everyone’s whispers disappear. One song rolls into the next, and we’ve danced to four songs without me realizing before Draco pulls me back to the side.

“Feeling better?” He asks.

“Yes.” I grin.

“I’m glad.” Draco looks relieved. “Want to go or hang out a bit more?”

“Let’s eat,” I say, dragging Draco behind me as we go over to the food.

Draco and I get snacks, and I’m stuffing a small chocolate pastry into my mouth when Blaise waves at Draco from across the room. Draco sighs and turns back to me, but I give him a gentle push on his arm. “Go ahead, I’ll be okay without you for a few minutes. I see Hannah over there anyway.”

“You sure?”

“Positive. Go hang out with your friends for a while.”

Reluctantly, Draco leaves. I go over to Hannah who’s with our other friend Susan. We have a good time giggling together and discussing our other friends who we see milling around, and across the room I see Draco having fun with his other friends.

As the Ball progresses, I start to have more fun than I thought. When the Weird Sisters come out, I join Hannah, Justin and Lisa in jumping to “Magic Works”. It’s a while before I see Draco again, as I’m getting something to drink I feel a hand slide around my waist and turn to find his eyes.

“Okay, love?”

“Yes.” I blush a little at the pet name. “My feet hurt something horrible, though. Want to come sit with me outside?” I ask loudly over the music.

Draco and I walk out of the Great Hall and go out into the fairy-lit garden, where we take a seat on one of the benches. I hand Draco my glass and pull my skirts up to reveal my heeled shoes.

“What are you going to do, go barefoot?” Draco asks as I pull my shoes off and wiggle my toes.

“No, I’ve got these.” From my pocket I pull a tiny pair of flats and my wand. “Engorgio!” My extra pair of shoes grow to their normal size, and I slide them onto my feet before shrinking my heeled shoes. Draco looks mildly impressed as I tuck them away into my pocket. “Much better,” I say.

Just then, Harry and Ron come down the path, moving back towards the castle at a fast pace. “Hey, Y/N,” Harry pants as he goes past.

I can feel Draco tense up next to me as they pass, but I rest my hand on his knee to let him know it’s fine. “Where are you two off to so quick!” I call.

Ron turns around as he passes, walking backwards so he can talk to me. “Looking for Hermione. You haven’t seen that Hungarian bloke anywhere, have you?”

I shake my head. “Sorry!”

Ron lets out a groan and turns around, running a bit to catch up the Harry. Draco is brooding even over such a short exchange.

“C’mon, want to walk?” I ask, standing up, trying to get Draco to stop thinking about Harry and Ron. I take my glass back and I drape my free arm though Draco’s as we stroll among the maze of rose bushes.

“Thank you for coming with me,” Draco says, out of nowhere.

“To the ball?” I clarify. “Of course. You know I never get nervous about being out with you… I don’t know what came over me earlier.” A fairy flies down from the groups above and perches gently on the edge of my glass, playing with the water droplets on the sides.

“I know, that’s exactly why I’m grateful” Draco answers. “Normally I’m the one who wants to hang out somewhere where we won’t be bothered, or just generally not be very public about our relationship.” He looks over at the fairy on my glass. “When you were feeling shy earlier, I just finally understood how you might feel when I say that stuff all the time.”

“Oh, Draco, don’t worry about that. It doesn’t bother me, honest. Besides, I like being private. I know how your parents are. But there’s no one I would’ve rather gone with tonight, and I’m glad we did.” I pause in my walking to gently blow a breath at the fairy, and it tumbles off the edge in a pouf of sparkles.

When I look back up, Draco is looking at me with a similar glitter in his eye. “I love you, you know.”

My heart leaps into my throat. “You do?”

“Yes,” he says, grinning like crazy.

I feel my own face breaking out into a huge, stupid smile. “I love you, too.”

POP.

A bright flash goes off behind us and Draco and I whirl around. A tiny boy with big eyes stands a few feet away, holding a camera. For a moment, the three of us are too shocked to do anything but stand there, bewildered. The moment the boy turns on his heels to run, however, Draco snaps into action.

“Petrificus totalus!” Draco cries, drawing his wand from his robes at lighting speed. The boy instantly goes stiff as a board, and I abandon my glass into the bushes as I reach out to grab the back of his robes to stop him from falling flat on his face. I turn him around so I can get a good look at him.

“Who is this?” I ask.

“Creevy, obsessed with Potter his first year.” Draco says, sounding mildly disgusted.

“That kid? But, that makes him a third year. Students that young aren’t even allowed to come to the ball, how’d he get in here?”

“Let’s find out. Repariforis.”

The boy immediately starts to squirm when the curse is lifted, but he’s so small that my hands on his shoulders are enough to keep him in place.

“What are you doing taking pictures of us?” Draco asks coldly. I don’t reprimand him this time.

The boy squeezes his eyes shut and doesn’t answer, just keeps wriggling to get free of my grasp. “I’m not going to let you go until you tell us!” I say.

“Somebody asked me to!” Colin squeaks.

“Who?” Draco continues.

“I can’t say!” Colin opens his eyes and looks up helplessly. Draco just lifts his wand again, and Colin shrinks back. I have to take a step forward to keep my grip on him.

“Take the film out.” I snap.

Colin pales. “What? But I’ve just put a new roll in-”

“If you take it out and give me the photos we’ll let you go.” I say firmly, taking one of my hands off his shoulder to hold it out in front of him.

Colin looks defeated, and opens the back of his camera to remove the roll of film. He places the barely used canister in my hand, and I chuck it into the fountain to our left. Colin watches sadly as it sinks to the bottom. “Next time you want someone’s photograph, ask permission.” I point my finger and Colin takes off running in the other direction.

“Well done, babe.” Draco says, pocketing his wand. Despite his words, he’s not smiling all that much.

“That was strange. Who’s off hiring Colin Creevy to take our photograph?” I mutter, going to take Draco’s arm again.

“Creepy’s more like it. Maybe it isn’t anyone, and he’s just weird.” Draco pulls me in close and places a kiss on my forehead. “Come on, let’s not let it ruin our night. I know a place behind a tapestry on the fourth floor that’s waiting on us.”

I snuggle into his chest and let out a small giggle. “Okay, let’s go.”

◈◈◈

On Boxing Day I make my way down to the Great Hall for a late breakfast, and take a seat with the rest of my housemates at the table. I see Draco come in a few minutes later followed by Blaise and Pansy, all looking equally tired. Draco gives me a small smile as he goes to sit down.

Halfway through the meal, the owls come in. I don’t see my jet black owl among the ones soaring over my table, and resign myself to no mail. Not that I expected much; my parents had sent me plenty of things on Christmas.

Hannah’s copy of the Daily Prophet lands in her outstretched hand. She unrolls it to read the front page when her fork stops mi-way to her mouth. “Oh…”

“What?” I say, leaning to look over her shoulder at the paper. I feel like everything goes still as my eyes catch the headline part way down the page, along with a photo of me and Draco that was much worse that what Colin had captured of us in the garden.

SACRED TWENTY-EIGHT, NOT SO SACRED ANYMORE

Rita Skeeter, Daily Prophet exclusive correspondent

The Malfoy bloodline has been one that, for centuries, remained one of the most well known names in successfully keeping their family tree filled with only other Pure-Blood wizards. With an expansive state being handed down for centuries, a great family fortune, and an outstanding reputation of generous gifts to the Hogwarts Board of Trustees and the Ministry of Magic itself, the most recent generation of the Malfoy family has been more than able to uphold the impressiveness their surname commands.

Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for the up and coming generation. The single heir to all of the Malfoy glory is Draco Lucius Malfoy, currently in his fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It appears, however, that his parents have failed to instill in him the values and expectations that come with being from a family of his stature. Spotted this weekend with the Half-Blood Y/N L/N as his date to the Triwizard Tournament’s Yule Ball shows he’s decided to toss his family name and tradition to the side in favor of a more passionate, heart’s desire endeavor.

I can’t read on, and I feel like the porridge I’ve just eaten is about to make a reappearance. I look away, but the photo of me and Draco snogging that was clearly taken from through a window outside the castle is still burned into the back of my eyelids. Hannah throws down the paper when she finally notices my green expression. “Hey! Y/N, take a deep breath, it’s going to be alright-”

“Oh no, it’s not,” I say shakily, looking around at the rest of the people in the hall. Other students who’ve gotten their copies of the Daily Prophet are deep into reading, whispering amongst each other. Someone from across the hall catches my eye and quickly looks away, and I feel myself start to get hot and sweaty.

Hannah’s got her hands on my arms, trying to talk me down, but I’m not hearing a word that’s coming out of her mouth. I can only look at Draco, stone faced as he and Pansy scan the front page of the Prophet.

It only takes Draco a second to realize what the article says, and his face falls almost immediately. Pansy pulls the paper away and I can see her asking him if he’s alright, but his eyes are unfocused, still staring into space where the paper was. It feels like an eternity before he finally looks up and catches my eye.

“I’m so sorry”, he mouths. Before I can reply back, his handsome eagle owl unceremoniously drops a blood red envelope onto his plate in front of him.

If people all over the all weren’t watching us before, they sure are now. The Howler has barely hit Draco’s breakfast before he’s snatched it up, and starts full out sprinting to the doors of the great hall. Some people from the Gryffindor table are laughing, but most of the hall catches their breath, wondering if they’ll actually get to hear Draco’s famously scary parents chew him out.

In my dazed and upset state, I can’t even move. I just push my bowl of porridge out of the way and lay my head on my arms. The Howler bursts open in what’s probably a corridor off the entrance hall. Pretty far, but not far enough to hide all the horrible words that come screaming out of it.

“DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY, IN THE NAME OF MERLIN, HOW COULD YOU HAVE BEEN SO FOOLISH TO MAKE A MISTAKE AS GREAT AS THIS! AND BE SO, SO UNASHAMED! IT IS ONE THING FOR YOUR CLASSMATES TO KNOW THIS, BUT TO HAVE THE ENTIRE WIZARDING POPULATION OF BRITAIN BE PRIVY TO YOUR UTTER INSOLENCE–– A TRAVESTY OF THE HIGHEST REGARD! I CANNOT BELIEVE THE DAY HAS COME I’VE READ AN ARTICLE BY THAT RAT THE DAILY PROPHET CALLS A REPORTER AND FOUND MYSELF AGREEING WITH HER EVERY WORD! A HALF-BLOOD! FOR SALZAR’S SAKE! I’LL LET YOUR AUNT HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS! DO NOT THINK FOR A PRECIOUS SECOND THIS IS THE LAST YOU’LL HEAR OF THIS MATTER, DRACO!”

I barely hear the end of Draco’s dad’s speech because I’m crying so hard. Hannah is rubbing my back in an attempt to get me to calm down, but the whole Hall has settled into quiet whispers that make me want to vanish into the floor and never return. I rip free of Hannah’s embrace and streak out the doors the same way Draco did.

As I suspected, Draco ran down the corridor that leads to the dungeons, hoping the would block the most sound. Draco’s on his knees in front of the smoldering remains of the Howler. He looks still at first, but when I stop and wipe the tears out of my eyes, I can see him shaking. He’s crying, too.

“I’m so sorry,” he chokes out. “I never… this is the worst way this could have ever gone.”

I crumple to the floor beside him. “It’s not your fault, I don’t know how she learned any of that stuff or got that photo.”

But Draco wasn’t listening to me. He had that same faraway look on his face as he did when Pansy showed him the article. “I wanted to tell them, when we were ready… they’re going to cut me off…” He turns his head to look over at me, and I fling myself into his arms, scrambling into his lap. Draco is pulling me to him like he is trying to hold all of me at once. “They’ll never let me see you again,” he chokes into my ear.

“No, no, they can’t. They c-can’t!” I sob over and over, hopelessly. “They can’t… no. I’ll… I’ll find us a place we can hide, where no one else can find us.”

Draco’s sobs start to subside. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I whisper into his ear. “For me, it’s always you. We’ll make it.”

#draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy #hp imagine #x reader #yule ball

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obsidianarchives · 5 years ago

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The Real House-students of Hogwarts S1E1

Episode 1: Snakes and Charmers

*Upbeat/vaguely wizarding music plays*

BLAISE ZABINI: I may be a Slytherin, but I am not a snake.

DEAN THOMAS: I’m a team player, but I’m always ahead of the pack.

DESIREE WARBECK: My cookies are always served with tea.

ALEX JOHNSON: I may be the youngest, but I can teach these old bats a thing or two.

HERMIONE GRANGER: Books and cleverness? There are more important things...like justice.

LAVENDER BROWN: You can’t predict the future, but I can.

Pan out to reveal all six wizards, each holding out their wand over the words THE REAL HOUSE-STUDENTS OF HOGWARTS.

…

A series of shots: Hogsmeade, Hagrid’s hut, the Hogwarts skyline, and then: Professor Sinistra’s classroom where BLAISE ZABINI and DESIREE WARBECK are setting up chairs for the first Hogwarts BSU meeting of their sixth year at Hogwarts. Desiree sets a tin of biscuits on the front desk, and Blaise seems a little nervous as he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt.

BLAISE CONFESSIONAL: Blaise wears a brilliant set of emerald velvet robes, hair is freshly cut. He scowls, but it is clearly because of his discomfort at being in front of the cameras. I’m Blaise Zabini, sixth year Slytherin and...President of the Hogwarts BSU.

DESIREE CONFESSIONAL: Desiree is in black robes, but her Afro puff is decorated with sunflowers and gold powder dusts the tops of her cheeks. She beams brilliantly. I’m Desiree Warbeck, sixth year Hufflepuff and Treasurer and Resident Baker of the Hogwarts BSU. I suppose the latter isn’t really an official title but (she shrugs) I can’t eat all those biscuits and sponges on my own can I?

Back in the classroom, Blaise and Desiree are using their wands to move the desks to the perimeter of the room and the chairs in a circle in the center.

BLAISE: So...you had a good summer?

DESIREE smiles: Yeah, my Nan came to visit. She’s been touring in the States so it was good to see her.

BLAISE smiles softly: That’s nice. I’d have liked to meet her.

DESIREE blushes: Yeah, well I barely heard from you all summer. So...

BLAISE coughs: Right. Well, I was traveling a lot. With my mum.

DESIREE: Hmm.

BLAISE CONFESSIONAL: He shifts uncomfortably. Me and Des are...complicated.

DESIREE CONFESSIONAL: We’re friends. Just friends. She doesn’t look happy about it, but doesn’t say any more.

Back in the classroom, DEAN THOMAS enters. He looks relaxed as he waves to his friends.

DEAN: Hey Blaise! Hey Des!

Blaise nods in greeting.

DESIREE: Hi Dean!

DEAN CONFESSIONAL: Dean wears a West Ham football jersey under his open robes. He lounges back in his seat, his short afro freshly picked. I’m Dean Thomas, sixth year Gryffindor and Vice President of the BSU. I pretty much keep Zabini accountable (he then grins and straightens up), and I guess he does the same for me. There’s not a lot of us Black students at Hogwarts so we sort of look out for each other despite the rivalry.

Back in the classroom, ALEX JOHNSON enters behind Dean. He pulls the quill out from behind his ear as he searches in his bag for some parchment.

ALEX CONFESSIONAL: Alex is in neatly-pressed robes, the sides of his high top slowly filling in. He sits up straight, looking into the camera with confidence. I’m Alex Johnson. Most folks know me as Angelina’s kid brother, but I’m a fourth year Ravenclaw, the BSU’s Scribe, and I’ve got the highest marks in my year.

The four of them choose seats near each other. Dean turns his seat around before sitting, leaning forward on the backrest.

DEAN: So...why’d you call us here early?

BLAISE shifts in his seat beside Desiree: Well, I figured, you know, first meeting back and all. (He takes a breath and sits up straighter) And also, I wanted to talk about some changes.

Dean and Desiree exchange a glance, but Alex is too busy writing down everything to also look surprised.

DESIREE: What kind of changes?

BLAISE doesn’t look at her: I want to step down as BSU President.

The camera pans around the room. Dean frowns at Blaise, Desiree looks shocked and upset, Alex is still scribbling furiously on his parchment.

DEAN CONFESSIONAL: What in Merlin’s scratchy five o’clock shadow?

CUT BACK TO BLAISE still not looking at anyone: It’s just...there’s a lot going on out there and I think it’ll be...safer...if I’m not so out in the open, you know?

BLAISE CONFESSIONAL: I started the BSU with Dean third year because I wanted to make space for other Black students at Hogwarts, and I don’t regret doing that but...but with the Dark Lord out in the open, I just feel like it would be more prudent for me to take a back seat.

DEAN CONFESSIONAL: This is some Slytherin bullshit.

CUT TO DEAN eyebrows raised at Blaise: So does that mean you’re leaving BSU for good?

BLAISE: No, I still want to attend, but I think you should be the new President. And Des should be VP.

DEAN CONFESSIONAL: His arms are folded, face dubious. I’m not sure how my being Muggle-born and running a Black club would be more safe than it would be for Blaise to do it.

DESIREE CONFESSIONAL: She looks confused and annoyed. Was Blaise Confunded on the way here?

CUT TO DESIREE: I’m not going to be the Vice President. Alex should do it.

ALEX finally looks up from his notes, face brightening: I have loads of ideas for where we could take the BSU this year. We could have a campaign focusing on getting Black students more support from the school, or run a drive to help younger Black wizards prepare for entering Hogwarts, or a dance where we can raise—

DEAN CONFESSIONAL: Dean lets out a long sigh, his eyes rolling to the ceiling.

CUT TO DEAN: Whoa whoa, mate, do you have all of this written down?

ALEX: Of course.

DEAN: Great, we can chat about it later.

BLAISE: So...we’re good?

DESIREE CONFESSIONAL: Her arms are folded. No, we are not ‘good.’

DEAN CONFESSIONAL: Dean snorts and shakes his head.

CUT TO DEAN: Yeah, I guess.

DESIREE mumbles: Sure.

A great bush of hair appears at the open doorway. It’s HERMIONE GRANGER, peeking in.

HERMIONE: Am I too early?

DESIREE glances at Blaise in frustration before saying: Nope, come on in!

HERMIONE CONFESSIONAL: Hermione is in plain robes and minimal makeup. Her hair is held back by a burgundy headband, and explodes all around her. She slouches a bit, but looks determinedly into the camera. I’m Hermione Granger, sixth year Gryffindor. Most people know me as the best friend of Harry Potter. Others like to call me a know-it-all, but really I just apply myself and study hard. N.E.W.T.s are only 20 months away, after all! I’m also really passionate about equality for all magical creatures, which includes freeing house-elves from the shackles of oppression put on them by wizards.

Hermione strides in, making straight for Blaise, looking determined. Blaise leans back a bit, eyeing her warily.

HERMIONE: I wanted to add something to the agenda. I’m having a knit-in for S.P.E.W. and need volunteers to help promote and run the event.

Blaise stares at her but doesn’t say anything right away, looking more and more dubious.

HERMIONE CONFESSIONAL: S.P.E.W. stands for the Society for the Protection of Elfish Welfare. We strive to create safe and free spaces for house-elves, are committed to paying them fair wages for their work, and are working to dismantle the entire system of enslavement the Wizarding World was built on. I started it in my fourth year after learning about their egregious treatment, and I have a few supporters, but we really need funding to keep our momentum.

DESIREE CONFESSIONAL: S.P.E.W. is…(she looks away from the camera and bites her lip)...a good cause I suppose.

DEAN CONFESSIONAL: I didn’t even know Spew was still a thing (he shrugs).

BLAISE CONFESSIONAL: Spew is dumb.

CUT TO BLAISE who clears his throat and motions to Dean: You should talk to Dean, he’s running the meeting today.

DEAN shoots an annoyed look at Blaise before fixing a friendly smile on his face as he looks to Hermione: Sure, er, what’s a knit-in?

HERMIONE: Well you all know house-elves can only be freed if you present them with clothes. I’m thinking of setting up in the Great Hall — since the elves here make all of our food — and everyone can knit clothing for them. By the end we’ll have raised awareness about the cause and have made more clothes to free them with!

Blaise looks like he is about to say something, but Desiree touches his hand and shakes her head. He keeps his mouth shut.

DESIREE CONFESSIONAL: Hermione is...intense. I mean, don’t get me wrong, helping house-elves is a great cause. But...I don’t know. Tricking them into freeing themselves is...a choice.

Cut back to the classroom, where other members of the BSU are filing in. Dean is watching Hermione, looking as though he’s trying not to laugh. Alex is still writing everything down despite no longer being the Scribe.

ALEX CONFESSIONAL: It just helps for me to write things down. I suppose we’ll have to find another Scribe but I want to stay on top of my game, be a great VP, you know? I’ve got some big shoes to fill.

CUT TO HERMIONE: Anyway, I know you’ve already said we can’t talk about S.P.E.W. in meetings, but I really just want to pass around a sign up sheet. No one’s required to do anything if they don’t want.

As she speaks, LAVENDER BROWN approaches, overhearing the conversation.

LAVENDER CONFESSIONAL: Lavender wears soft pink robes, one side of her thick curly hair pinned back with glittery purple butterfly clips. She has faint pink eyeshadow and penciled-in eyebrows. I’m Lavender Brown! I’m a sixth year Gryffindor and aspiring Seer. Professor Trelawney told me my Inner Eye is blossoming, so I think it just might come true!

CUT BACK TO LAVENDER: Are you talking about your Spew event?

HERMIONE looking annoyed: It’s S.P.E.W.

LAVENDER shrugs: I can help if you’d like.

The others, including Hermione, stare at her in surprise.

DESIREE CONFESSIONAL: I have to admit, I did not see that coming.

CUT TO HERMIONE: Really?

LAVENDER: Yeah! I could set up a tea leaf reading station. People could pay a few Galleons to get their fortunes told. I’d donate the money to you, I just want the practice.

HERMIONE face dropping: Oh, er...I’ll let you know.

HERMIONE CONFESSIONAL: Absolutely not.

CUT TO DEAN who stands: Go ahead, Hermione, I don’t see the harm. (To the rest of the students who have filtered into the room). Everyone let’s take our seats. Des, you wanna pass out those biscuits?

...

BLAISE (V.O.): This season on the Real House-students of Hogwarts…

DEAN CONFESSIONAL: Burying his face in his hands. I can’t believe Blaise stuck me with this mess.

CUT TO HERMIONE running around like a Blast-Ended Skrewt is on her tail: What do you mean we don’t have green yarn?!

CUT TO ALEX CONFESSIONAL: I just don’t think I’m being heard, you know? They all think I’m just some kid.

Cut to Blaise hurrying after Desiree down the hall.

BLAISE: Come on, Des, just talk to me.

Cut to Hermione and Lavender, inches apart, fists clenched, fury on their faces. Desiree is standing between them, pushing Hermione back while PARVATI PATIL pulls Lavender back by her hand.

LAVENDER screaming: You’re so fake! That’s why no one likes you, not even Ron!

#Black Wizard History #HogwartsBSU #Blaise Zabini #Dean Thomas #Desiree Warbeck #Alex Johnson #Hermione Granger #Lavender Brown

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claiirvoyants · 4 years ago

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𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒚, 𝐒𝐘𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋.

❝ yesterday, you were an OLD MAN spitting cherry pits into the weeds. today you are a fisherman’s daughter, dragging small minnow-nets through the 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔. tomorrow you could be a DOE-EYED dancer, an ash-stained chimney sweep, a beggar singing psalms, anyone. when you lean over the side of the lake, the 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬 whisper, be free. taste the air. do you feel the echoes of ancient energies moving into new bodies? they learn of suffering and beauty, again, again. 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐒. ❞

hey, isn’t that SYBILL PATRICIA TRELAWNEY? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the forty eight year old halfblood WITCH is a ravenclaw alumnus who has gone on to be the professor of divination at hogwarts school. i’ve heard they can be quite ECCENTRIC & VIVACIOUS, but i don’t know... they came off very RUMINATIVE & HAUGHTY in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it? click 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 for statistics and 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 for her pinterest.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘.

buckle up ! i’m abt to show u guys i can write a short or at least SNAPPY intro.

sybill was born in the seaside town of port isaac in 1972, the product of an affair between her pure blood mommy ( cressida trelawney ) and a muggle daddy ( edwin teague ).

cressida knew abt edwin’s muggle wife. edwin’s muggle wife ( and his daughter eugenia, sybill’s half sibling ) did NOT know about his witchy gf. what happens in btwn the lines of the wizarding world stays within the lines of the wizarding world, ig.

sybill’s dad died p suddenly when she was six, and he didn’t leave anything to either her or her mum, cause... men ain’t shit ! learn it. anyway, sybill’s mum begged her slightly estranged family for like, something, and prob would have got NOTHING if she hadn’t said ‘hey, my daughter is totally the next cassandra ( and also DEFINITELY a pureblood )-’

this changed things a bit, even tho at the time... sybill had not shown any actual prophetic talent, lmao. she was a six yr old playing like, dolls, and trying to bring fishies home from the seashore in glass bottles, u know?

the fam took them back under their wings, and sybill was told to keep her little mouth shut ( in like, a kind of nice way ) about both the fact she was a halfblood ( she prob didn’t conceptualize this one very well at six ) and the fact she was not a seer. she also prob didn’t conceptualize this very well. but playing pretend is something kids LIKE to do, so when cressida told sybill to say some mysterious things and play this role, she took to it immediately ! it was fun !

it stopped being fun PRETTY quickly, but as sybill got older and understood things a bit more, she clued in to the fact that her grandparents and extended trelawney family were quite... uh, to put it mildly, strict. her mum had gone out into the world on her own because she didn’t fit in the box that the trelawney’s had expected her to ( like a lot of pureblood fams ), and sybill was a lot more like cressida than she was the rest of her fam, and she was also, like. way more attached to her than she was them, so while it stopped being a fun game, she still kept to it for her mummy.

got her hogwarts letter. headed off. breathed an actual sigh of RELIEF when she was on the train, cause... she didn’t have to pretend to be something she was pretty sure she wasn’t anymore, and at hogwarts, she wouldn’t have to go through the ‘training’ and ‘lessons’ for her future as a famed seer that her fam were prepping her for. she got sorted into ravenclaw, which tracked ( most of the fam were ), and she just... went abt her life.

i know this is gonna sound wild. but at hogwarts, sybill was... exceedingly ordinary. she was a well behaved young lady who was assumed to be of quality breeding, and though her grandparents spoke highly of their little seer granddaughter to their friends, the kids and grandkids of those people didn’t really ... know much about this. sybill flew pretty far under the radar, and that was how she liked it. she graduated with top marks, turned of age, and started working for her grandparents on a full time basis in the little fortune teller shop they had at this point in time at the divide between knockturn alley and diagon alley - she’d already spent summers with them, so it was just one more step. still, no discernible seer talent.

very appropriately, it all started with death omens. sybill had always faked what she was seeing cause she sort of had to, so she’d always made the future sound pretty bleak - but there’s bleak and then there’s seeing grims wherever she went. a month later, her grandmother ( a woman who sybill could never decide was either a talented seer in her own right or a talented liar also ) was dead. it was sudden, and things seemed to escalate exponentially from here. within a year, her grandfather, an aunt and her own mother had passed on ; and sybill had started to notice. changes.

kinda hard not to notice the fact she was beginning to go to sleep in a very warm and cosy bed and wake up barefoot and naked in the middle of the creek at the bottom of the garden, arms raised to the sky, images seered to the back of her eyelids. sybill consulted dozens of healers. she was given dozens of different potions to aid her sleeping, she was told that she had been through a lot of loss in a short amount of time, it was natural to begin having sleeping issues and the images she saw were only NIGHTMARES, or dreams, or the echo of something normal from her subconscious. the potions didn’t work tho ! the spells, the advice, the grief counselling they sent her to... over the next while, sybill’s life really began to unravel, and she couldn’t understand it, so she definitely couldn’t explain it.

throw everything together and mix some severe money issues in as sybill was never very good at actually running the store and was now dealing with a whole lot of confusing shit - she loses the shop, then the house, and this is what eventually brought her to albus dumbledore, where - haha ! - she made her first ever actual prophecy. fun ! sucks she doesn’t rmbr it <3

sybill got the job based on that, but figured it was cause he liked her a lot ( he didn’t ). life straightens out somewhat, she moves into hogwarts ( did eventually buy a cottage in hogsmeade since she got married and w/e, but is back living in hogwarts now they’re divorced ), she terrifies students for many years over, blah blah blah. makes a second prophecy to harry potter ( doesn’t rmbr that one either ), fights in the battle of the astronomy tower, fights in the battle of hogwarts, yada yada yada.

i won’t say whether she ever thought herself a legitimate seer, or ever learned to think of herself as one, or ever figured that was maybe what her ( still persistent ) sleep walking was. got my thoughts ! think its fun to just leave it at : maybe ! maybe she’s a seer, maybe she’s half of one, maybe she’s a real good liar. she had plenty of practice ! either way, she really embraced her weirdness ( shoutout to mama cressida for teaching her to b weird and love every second of it ) and has spent the past couple decades just straight vibing.

can’t think of anything else to add. come to syb if u want some wizard pot ?

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

SYBILL TRELAWNEY ( sandra oh ) is looking for their EX WIFE / PARTNER who resembles SARAH SHAHI, RENEE ELISE GOLDSBERRY, CARLA GUGINO, SARAH RAFFERTY / ANY FC and should be 45+. applicants do have to contact RACHEL / PETRIICHVRS or DISCORD to talk over the details before applying. ( i’m really open ! mostly because i'm entirely erasing the mr higglebottom thing, so we have so much freedom here in terms of… how they met, when they fell in love, how long they were married, how they’re dealing with the co-parenting thing, etc. sybill really did love them, that much i do know - but the marriage fell apart in my mind, sometime before the battle of hogwarts. maybe during her disastrous fifth year, when professor umbridge was, you know, attempting to ruin her life. i imagine they were a bit more maternal than sybill, and probably entertained / were even quite fond of how eccentric she was for years, but just eventually… got tired of it, or of how she wasn’t really putting their homelife above hogwarts, etc, and love just… was not enough to save ‘em. i think it’d be neat if they were a professor at hogwarts, too - maybe even a canonical one, like aurora sinistra ! - and their cute little staff room moments turned into total awkwardness for everyone else at the school < / 3 )

SYBILL TRELAWNEY ( sandra oh ) is looking for their ADOPTIVE CHILD who resembles TATI GABRIELLE, ASA BUTTERFIELD, KAYLEE BRYANT, VERNON CHWE / ANY FC and should be 18 - 22. applicants do have to contact RACHEL / PETRIICHVRS or DISCORD to talk over the details before applying. ( you have some choices ! i don’t mind whether they’re biologically her ex wifes, for example, or whether they were adopted, and if so, they absolutely could have been adopted at a later age - in fact, i think it’d be really interesting if they were. they were raised by sybill and her now ex wife, anyway, and would have attended hogwarts - unless… honestly, if u wanted to go a route of them being a squib or something i would be HERE for it - but, really, i don’t think that sybill has been the best of mothers, especially since she’s always been the sort of woman to put her ‘career’ [ which in her case is just, her being a seer ] above all else. she never would have intended to be the absent parent, and i guarantee she’s tried to be the ‘fun one’ moreso than that, but i gotta say. huge believer in acknowledging the faults of my chars. honestly, i feel like kids just aren’t her thing, and the likelihood is she decided to make them her thing for her ex wife - but she relates better to like, fully formed people, and only in more recent years has probably started to try be more of the sort of person they need. whether they’re here for that or no is absolutely up to you ! )

#nox.intro #( 𝐒𝐘𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐘 ) ━━━ * biography !#it is what it

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baektempo · 5 years ago

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Tiny Victories [2/6]

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: The Adventures of Baekhyun, his failing Divination classes, and his broomstick named Peanut.

Warnings: Language

Author’s Note: Please tell me what you think of it so far, I would love to talk to you about it :)

Saturday morning. After two hours of Quidditch practice, Baekhyun is soaked in sweat. He has a fuzzy head and nausea is clenching his insides. Chanyeol did not joke about preparing for their next match with Ravenclaw.

He groans as he flops onto his bed, towel drying his hair. He remembers the roasted chicken. Your lips—your pretty, pretty lips. The kitchens. And—fuck, the donuts. The jam donuts he was supposed to be eating with you at midnight.

He’s ready to throw himself into the Black Lake and get eaten by the Giant Squid or something.

He sits there for a few minutes. Would you still talk to him after he ditched you to sleep? And his class—Professor Sinistra is gonna hang his ass from the Astronomy tower.

A while later, Jongdae comes into their room and gives Baekhyun a funny look. “Did you not see those?”

He points at a paper bag resting on his nightstand, with a note attached to it. Baekhyun sets the towel down and picks up the paper bag.

I figured you’d stood me up when you didn’t come to eat these sugary beautiful donuts. Don’t worry, I saved you two. And don’t forget, you’re gonna buy me all the Cherry Syrup I want from Madam Puddifoot’s. ☺

Your writing is neat and scribbly. He’s unsure of the huge smiley face that you’ve drawn, it seems like a warning. Next time you ditch me, I’ll hex you—something like that.

But still, there’s a grin on his face he re-reads it again. He looks up to see Jongdae with that funny look still on his face. “What?”

“She asked you to meet at the Hogsmeade Station,” Jongdae looks at his wristwatch, “at 10 am.”

“Oh,” Baekhyun says and chews his cheek. “It’s 9:45 am.”

Jongdae shrugs, plopping onto his bed. His cat, Blossom, climbs onto the bed, purring at Jongdae and gives Baekhyun a dirty look. That cat hates him.

He wastes no time as he huffs down the stairs, running through the corridors. He even considers flying to the station with his broomstick. But none of that can do.

He sees you talking to some third years by the time he makes it to the station. Although he’s bundled up in his warmest clothes, he feels almost as a cold sweat breaks out. He just doesn’t want to disappoint you—again.

“Glad to know you could make it on time, Baekhyun,” you tease, a smile gracing your lips.

Baekhyun is caught off guard as he puffs out laughs into the air, still trying to catch his breath. “I’m, I’m so sorry—I fell asleep after practice. I also missed class,”

You didn’t ask for an explanation nor do you look mad, but your lips still quirk up with appreciation as you nod. “Jongdae was complaining about how you and Chanyeol wouldn’t wake up. Let’s get going then, shall we?”

The carriage ride to High Street isn’t anything notable, just a few pubescent boys trying to impress you as Baekhyun tried his best to keep a scowl off of his face. He should be getting all the attention.

However, ten minutes later, his hands are freezing as he’s gathering all the snow he can possibly collect to form the largest snowball he can make.

He aims directly for your face and shoots, and as the best Chaser in the team—he scores.

The snowball catches you off guard, as you yelp and fall on your butt. Baekhyun is chortling, hand on his knee, one hand on his stomach because there’s a cramp from laughing too hard.

You laugh too.

“That was so unfair!” you say, aiming a poorly built snowball at him. It lands three feet away from him.

“Alright,” he chuckles, “Now that we’ve decided on who’s the best snowballer, lets go drink something warm.”

“Hey, I could’ve cast a charm to win but I didn’t,” You sass. “But now I’m freezing, and I forgot to bring my gloves.”

There’s a million spells Baekhyun knows that can warm you up, but at this moment he doesn't need the feel to pick out his wand and cast a charm. Instead, he takes out his favorite gloves. The color is fading and there are strings hanging loose, but they’re still his favorite. He hands you his gloves.

“But won’t you be cold?” Steam blows as you speak ruefully. Baekhyun starts to see flecks of snow gently falling atop your head.

“I don’t mind the cold.” Liar. He despised the cold.

Maybe you know that he’s lying out of his mouth. But you still put on his gloves, and they’re a little big for you but there’s a huge grin on your face and it makes Baekhyun feels a bit warm on the inside.

By the time the both of you make it to Madam Puddifoot’s, he knows more about you: the socks that scream once Jongdae has worn them too much was a gift you gave to him last year. You would like to become a Curator, but you don't tell anyone about it because they might think that you’re a bit boring. You also hate going to the Forbidden Forest because spiders scare you a lot.

He also traded some secrets: he wants to compete in the Quidditch World Cup one day. He once cast a memory charm to make sure Filch didn’t remember him sneaking out with his friends to drink Firewhisky. He also is terrified of owls.

Madam Puddifoot’s is a dainty little tea shop. He feels out of place as he sits somewhat cramped on the chair.

“I know, the place is super… tacky. But I promise the drinks are really good,” you say hopefully.

“It’s okay, I’ve just never been here before.” He takes a peek at the other customers in the tea shop. They were all cuddled up against each other and… are they—are they making out?

Baekhyun coughs and clears his throat, hoping his ears aren’t red with embarrassment as he focuses his attention on you again. You are fidgeting with the lacy napkins on the tabletop, acting like you didn’t see him witness the snogging couples.

“I guess this place is more popular with couples.” He comments.

“I guess so.” You admit, a shy smile on your face.

“Miss ___, you sneaky girl. I did not know that you had a boyfriend!” Madam Puddifoot greets the both of you.

“He—he’s not my boyfriend!” Your eyes widen, cheeks flooding with warmth. Baekhyun is having way too much fun to see you flail over the accusation.

“Yet,” the older witch winks, taking both of your orders. Baekhyun picks a black coffee and you go with a warm tea.

“God, I’m so sorry. I think we’re better off at The Three Broomsticks.” you snort. He gazes for a moment at the soft expression in your eyes, and nods.

“If you want to.”

“We could meet up tomorrow… if you’re free?” you suggest.

Baekhyun pauses. He picks up the freshly brewed coffee, thinking of how to reject you in the nicest way. “I’m, uh, not gonna be free tomorrow.”

“Oh. Well. There’s always a next time,” There’s no anger or disappointment in your voice. Which is why he has been looking forward to spending more time with you. “There’s an essay I have to complete by Monday, so I’ll just stay back at Hogwarts.”

Baekhyun feels bad. “I, uh, I feel like I’m bringing the team down. So I want to practice more.” He admits.

There's a flash of emotions on your face, but a warm smile wins. He nearly faints as your hand covers his on the table. “I can’t imagine how bad you must be feeling over losing, but I promise you that I always admired your skills.”

His lips part in surprise. “You’ve seen me play?”

“Well, I am in the same house, you… goober. Gotta be supportive and all that.” You say lightly, and draw your hand away from his. He nearly protests at the loss of contact.

“Will you come to cheer me on for the next match this week?” he asks coolly and pauses, “Only if you’re free.”

Your eyes are glinting with a warmth and he feels cozy by it. “I would love to.”

—

Baekhyun breathes out a massive sigh and blinks his eyes. He can hear the snowstorm outside, and shivers in the dark of his dorm room.

He yanks off his blankets as Jongdae’s cat meows at him. He gives the cat a good glare. What business is the dumb cat upto this late, anyway?

He sucks in a breath, swings his feet onto the hardwood floor and walks downstairs. He blinks at the fireplace, and finds his way onto his favorite armchair when he spots you—laying on the carpet, scribbling away furiously with your quill.

He whispers out your name, and you nearly leap into the fireplace. “Merlin’s beard!” you gasp, “You scared me,”

He snickers and slides down onto the warm, thick rug—right next to you. “Why are you up so late?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” your voice is only a hush in the dim lit common room. The wind scratches against the windows, and Baekhyun sees the snow swirling furiously in the air.

“I couldn’t sleep.” He admits.

You set down the quill, and curl up next to him. An embrace of seeping warmth from your body makes him sigh.

“You’re nervous,” you state. Your eyes are closed. Baekhyun hums, he doesn’t really want to agree with that. Especially to you. He doesn't want to seem… weak.

“Hey, its okay, you know,” your voice is a soothing balm. “I used to think that purebloods were better than me. But honestly, it never mattered. Because at the end of the day, I became a prefect only ‘cause I worked my ass off for it.”

You chuckle. Baekhyun’s throat feels tight.

“What I’m trying to say is that… you work really, really hard. And although you don't think so, I think that you’re the best Chaser in all of Hogwarts. I know that you’ll do your best tomorrow, Baekhyun.”

Baekhyun is quiet for a moment—he is wondering if you’re heaven-sent. He then shifts his body towards you. His lips lift into a loopy smile.

“I really hope we win. I heard that there’s gonna be a scout for the National Quidditch Team tomorrow,” he sighs.

“They better pick you, I’ll make sure they do,” you say. “If not, I’ll protest outside the Ministry or something.”

Baekhyun laughs—it echoes in the open space of the common room. He yawns again, and closes his eyes.

“I know we just became friends but, thank you. For always believing in me.”

—

Baekhyun’s face is bright red when he enters the Gryffindor common room with his teammates. A cacophony of voices and laughter fill the overcrowded room. Students wearing blue, yellow and green pop out from the dozens of reds.

He feels a bit overwhelmed with everyone’s eyes on him. He tries to hide away in a corner, but Jongdae’s shrill voice thunder across the room.

“Coooongradulaaations!”

“Good lord,” Baekhyun mumbles, and his eyes catches a huge three tiered chocolate cake. It is smothered in chocolate frosting, and there’s a huge CONGRATULATIONS! written on with red frosting. He licks his lips in anticipation.

The chocolate cake is placed on a small table and Baekhyun wonders how it’s holding up as he shuffles closer to Chanyeol. His teammates blows the candles—and he’s worried for a second that Professor Dumbledore is gonna get annoyed for such a huge ruckus being caused at the common room.

Baekhyun can't help but snicker as he sees Sehun, a close friend from Slytherin getting tangled in a streamer.

Jongin shoves a plate with a massive slice of chocolate cake towards Baekhyun. He digs into it with a fork, and takes a bite. He swallows, and almost cries from how amazing it tastes.

“Isn’t it good? Me, Jongdae, Minseok and ____ went to the Kitchens last night to help the elves bake the cake,” Jongin says. He has been a friend of Baekhyun ever since they were in the same train compartment on his first year at Hogwarts.

Baekhyun speaks with his mouth full. “It’s really good.” Jongin cringes at him.

He finds Jongdae tucked away in a corner, laughing as he speaks with Minseok. He hears Minseok complaining about an owl biting his finger. He shudders at the thought.

“Hey, Baekhyun! I almost fell out of the tower from screaming out your name so loud,” Minseok jokes and slaps his back. “You were truly the star of the match.”

“Thanks, hyung.”

There’s a proud smile on Jongdae’s face. Minseok tells them he’s going to the Ravenclaw common room to grieve over their loss.

“When did you have the time to bake a cake?” Baekhyun blurts as soon as Minseok leaves. “You were dead asleep last night!”

“You were asleep next to ____ when I woke up to my alarm,” Jongdae says impishly as he grins back at Baekhyun and wiggles his eyebrows.

Baekhyun clears his throat.

“This is so good,” he says loudly to Jongdae over the scuffle, shoving another forkful of chocolate cake into his mouth. Jongdae does not tease him about it afterwards.

The cake is nearly gone by the time everyone gravitates to other places. Baekhyun waves to Sehun and Kyungsoo as they leave. Chanyeol is arm-wrestling with Yixing. Their voices hit the ceiling. Junmyeon couldn’t make it to the party, considering that he was the Head Boy—and had to soothe his Housemates over their loss.

That was okay, he can meet up with the boys next Saturday.

Baekhyun watches you play rock, paper, scissors with a 4th year, and grins as you snatch the plate of cake away after winning. You’re smiling as you catch his eyes, heading to sit on the same couch as him.

“You did so great,” you say lightly.

“Thanks,” Baekhyun replies, smiling a little. “You didn’t have to do this.”

He gestures at the floating balloons, pieces of paper scattered from the party poppers and what is left of the cake.

“Okay? But we did it anyway,” you shrug.

He scowls, and nudges you with his elbow. There’s a gleeful laugh, and you set the empty plate on a table top and collapse next to him.

Baekhyun shifts closer to you as you find the perfect spot to rest—using his chest to rest your head on.

His insides feel funny—and it's not from the cake.

“So, did you sneak into the kitchens without me?” Baekhyun says, pretending to be hurt.

“What makes you think I’d make you decorate a cake that’s meant for you?” you quip lazily.

“Fine. I liked it. And I like you a lot better now,” Baekhyun mumbles.

“Well, I like you enough to make a cake.” you clarify. “I’m so proud of you, Baek.”

“I haven’t felt this happy for the longest time. Maybe I was in a slump,” Baekhyun breathes in your familiar, warm scent.

“I’m glad you feel better now,” you squeeze his hand. Baekhyun feels his heart almost lurch out of his chest.

Baekhyun pulls you in closer with a fond smile.

“Wonder what’s for dinner tonight.”

#baekhyun x reader #baekhyun x you #baekhyun imagine #baekhyun fluff #exo imagine #hogwarts au #byun baekhyun x reader #byun baekhyun x you #series: stamtb

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potttah · 3 years ago

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The Surveying of Boris the Bewildered

WATTPAD FIC Jily | I Can’t Love Him

"Shall we go to the library?" Alice asked after a short while. "Professor McGonagall is really going hard on homework this term. Do you think she knows exams aren't for another six months?"

“All of the teachers are. Even Professor Sinistra. I mean how much can one really know about the night sky?"

They laughed as Jackie counted off planet-centred assignments on her fingers.

"Come on then," Lily said eventually, lifting herself off the duvet and filling her rucksack with the appropriate books and a handful of parchment, quills and ink.

"I'll meet you guys there. I need to shower first. I'm pretty sure I still have mud in my hair from that bloody Apparition lesson," Mary scratched at her scalp sulkily.

"Me too, actually." Jackie nodded. She busied herself with grabbing a fresh set of clothes.

"I'll wait for you both. Meet you two in the library?" Alice asked from behind her curtains.

Lily nodded and headed for the door, Marlene in tow.

"You know, if I haven't mastered a pirouette in twelve weeks time I think I'll ask for my galleons back..." Mary's voice followed them out of the door and down the stairs.

A floor down and in complete isolation, Marlene pounced.

"What was that?" She asked so suddenly and sharply that Lily jumped, letting out a small squeak.

Lily frowned, "What was what?"

"Don't be thick, Lily. You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"I haven't the foggiest."

Marlene crossed her arms tightly across her chest and stared brown into green.

Lily stared back at her most innocently, eyes wide and curious. She crossed her arms in mimic when Marlene didn't answer immediately. Down a flight of stairs—careful to avoid the trick step—around a corner, past the Hufflepuff house ghost.

Marlene broke. "You adjusted James's glasses!"

"Oh, that," Lily laughed lightly. "Well, they were annoying me. They were all crooked." She raised an eyebrow as if daring Marlene to press the subject further, to doubt her perfectly acceptable statement.

Marlene shook her head, laughing outright.

Lily—facade broken—dropped her arms by her side; mouth agape, eyes wide. "What are you laughing about?" She demanded, stopping in her tracks.

Marlene threw her head back, clutching her stomach as she cackled away in the echoing corridor.

"After all this time." She managed as the laughter ebbed. "You fancy James Potter. You."

They started up again, continuing on their journey.

"I do not! We're friends, that was a friendly gesture."

"Friendly my wand. Not once have I ever pushed James Potter's glasses up his nose, and I've known him basically since birth. You fancy him."

They rounded on the library corridor where the doors stood wide, accepting studious and silent students.

Their voices dropped instinctively.

"I do not fancy James Potter. And if I did I would snap myself out of it because he is a slimy boy who doesn't do anything for the good of anyone but himself." Lily whispered.

"That's a bit harsh, Lily. Didn't you just say you're friends with him?"

"Well, yes. We are. And I feel bad for saying that but it's true. I could never fancy him, he's too..."

"James Potter."

"Yes, exactly."

"No." Marlene grabbed Lily by the shoulder and pulled her round to face a table occupied by the very subject of their conversation. "James Potter."

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ellie-e-marcovitz · 3 years ago

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Year 1, chapters 6 & 7

Part 1 - Punishment and Curiosity

I barely left the common room over the weekend and never without Rowan, and that was mostly for meals. We did explore the library, looking for textbooks, and I did explore the Astronomy section.

It felt a little strange seeing the Astronomy section without the other related natural sciences alongside it. But it was much larger than most Astronomy sections I'd seen. And some more modern looking books as well, like someone decided to keep up with the most recent research.

I hoped this was Sinistra's idea, because I couldn't imagine Madam Pince liking anything more than leather bound.

It was during potions class Monday morning that Snape stopped me from leaving, and I knew Rowan was anxiously waiting outside.

"You must answer for duelling Miss Snyde." He sneered. "Meet us in the upstairs corridor after your last class for the day."

Well, that didn't sound ominous, I thought sarcastically.

"Fine," I huffed out, before escaping the classroom before Snape could take points.

It was as we were on our way back to the common room from Defence Against the Dark Arts, that we ended up facing Penny Haywood, near the entrance to the Headmaster's office. That partially explained why Snape wanted to meet Merula and I in this corridor, on the fifth floor.

"Hello, Ellie Marcovitz." Penny greeted me.

"You know who I am?!" I asked, surprised. It was Penny Haywood, and it was evident even now at how popular she was.

“Does that surprise you?” She asked, with something of a smirk.

Yeah, I mean, you're Penny Haywood. You're the most popular girl in our year, and I'm- I’m not popular.”

“I disagree with that, Ellie.” Penny replied, her voice light but serious. “Everyone’s talking about the hero who was brave enough to stand up to the tyranny of Merula Snyde.”

That explained the murmurs over the weekend, and the glares from Merula this morning during potions.

“Not to mention, all of the rumours surrounding your brother…” she continued.

“D’you want something?” I broke in, before she continued further.

“I wanted to say thank you.” she answered, taking my rudeness in stride. “Hogwarts is supposed to be fun, but Merula was making it miserable for everyone. I especially appreciate how you immediately stepped in between Merula and Ben Copper to stop her bullying."

"Someone had to do something." I agreed, not fully believing that.

"I agree as well, but only you were brave enough." Penny added. "I hope Professor Snape doesn't punish you for your bravery." I seriously doubted the last part. Snape seemed to have it out for all of Gryffindor, especially if they attacked his precious Snakes, provoked or not.

"Let me know if I can help you with anything, Ellie. I know all the gossip around Hogwarts, and I'm pretty good with potions, if I do say so myself." She finished, and I nodded in acknowledgement.

"I will. Thanks, Penny." I smiled for what felt like the first time since the duel.

"I'll see you around, Ellie." And with that, she headed off, probably down to the Hufflepuff common room.

Now to face both Merula and Snape. This I was not looking forward to. I took a deep breath and sent Rowan ahead to the common room.

“Now that Miss Marcovitz has arrived,” Snape started, growling his displeasure at my lagging arrival. “I can discuss your punishment.”

I noted he said nothing about Merula's punishment as well. I grit my teeth and bit down on a snarky retort. Snape appeared to enjoy pushing buttons.

"Expulsion seems to be the most logical option." He drawled, and my mouth dropped in outrage.

"I had nothing to do with it, Professor," Merula said, defending only herself. "I only defended myself when this mental case and loser attacked me!"

I only felt outrage, and I really had to restrain myself from punching her in front of professor Snape. She also seemed inordinately proud of herself for putting all the blame on me.

Snape seemed like he didn't fully agree with that statement, but didn't want to voice it. "Everyone saw you cast the first spell, Miss Snyde." He ground out, as if it physically hurt to say that. "But, however, this fact does not excuse Miss Marcovitz's behaviour."

I scowled in return. This could be done without the backhanded reprimand. And controlling his house better.

"In any case, since you've arrived," he turned his focus solely on me. "You have fought in the corridor, made a mess of my classroom, and duelled on school grounds."

Merula started the fight, it was one table that was easily cleaned, and Merula started that too, I countered in my head, keeping shields open just enough.

Then he had the gall to drag up my brother. "This, after the damage your brother did to Hogwarts. Why shouldn't you receive the harshest punishment for your actions, Marcovitz?"

"I stopped Merula from bullying me and my friends." I retorted. "I didn't do anything wrong. Surely you understand that." My hands gripped my school bag, as they were starting to shake. I just wanted to get back to the common room, and forget this.

Snape, of course, disagreed with my opinion. "Attacking a student with your wand is against school rules. You, quite literally, did do something wrong." A twitch, a sneer, a scowl. "Twenty points from Gryffindor. And I will be talking to Professor McGonagall. As I said, expulsion is the logical punishment for duelling on school grounds. Unfortunately, our Headmaster is illogical, and believes that expulsion is unfair in this case."

I silently thanked Professor Dumbledore.

"However," Snape continued. "If either of you are caught duelling on school grounds again, I can assure you that you will not be as fortunate." An ugly sneer. "Leave."

I grabbed the chance, and headed back to the common room, throwing a finger over my shoulder before trying to find the correct stairs up to the common room.

Angelica was waiting for me, when I got back to the common room.

"Please tell me you didn't just lose Gryffindor another twenty house points, Ellie?" She asked without preamble. I sighed, before nodding. I had to figure out how the prefects were informed on point changes.

"I'm not trying to get into trouble. Merula was bullying Ben. But I'll find a way to get out house points back." I promised. After the run ins with Snape, I was sick of losing points myself.

"You had better." She looked stern. "Everyone in Gryffindor is suffering because of your decisions. Go to class, focus on your schoolwork." A glance around.

"For what it's worth," she continued, voice lowered. "You did well. Especially for being in first year. But please," she pleaded. "Get more house points, McGonagall is rather proud of having the house cup. Just do everything in your power to earn more."

I made to turn away, but Angelica stopped me. "And stay out of trouble. I know it's difficult, especially being in Gryffindor, but it would make all of this much easier."

I nodded. "I'll- I'll try, Angelica."

"Good. That's all I'm asking." She headed over to another group.

I headed over to where Rowan was, already halfway through the essay for Defence Against the Dark Arts. I sighed as I collapsed into the armchair next to her. First Snape, now Angelica.

At least she'd been glad I hadn't been expelled for the duelling, and that she was impressed with what I'd managed.

"So, what happened with Snape?" Rowan asked, and I contorted my face in disgust.

"Surprised you haven't heard." I snarked. "Lost twenty points, and he threatened to expel me if he caught me at it again. Pretty sure I just avoided detention as well. He was also going to talk with McGonagall."

Rowan grimaced in sympathy. "At least you didn't get kicked out." I made a noise of disbelief, but said nothing.

I tried to focus on my essay, but even with Rowan's help, I couldn't focus.

“I meant to ask, Rowan, how are you?” I asked, as headed down to the Great Hall. “Especially after taking a flipendo. Still not happy with Merula for that.”

She shrugged. “Still sore, but feeling better.”

It wasn't until a week and a half later, that I stumbled onto the mystery that my brother was trying to solve. Not intentionally, of course. I blame Merula for this one, and rightly so.

Rowan had gotten a cold, and had finally caved to my pleading to get some Pepper Up after Defence. Flying class had also been cancelled as of late, both due to the amount of rain currently falling and the number of students out with colds, even with Pepper Up.

So I was walking back to the common room by myself, when I noticed Merula skulking around the fifth floor corridor, where Filch hurried up to Snape.

"What is it, Mr. Filch?" Snape asked, and I then noticed a couple of older students, who took the opportunity to leave Snape's presence as quickly as they could.

"Professor Snape, you must come with me at once." Filch sounded panicked. "It's about the.. the vaults."

Well, that caught my attention, and it certainly caught Merula's as well. No doubt she was planning something.

Medulla looked around and smirked when she noticed me. "They must be talking about the cursed vaults!" She sounded far too enthusiastic, as she hurried off down the corridor, not even bothering to hide her intention.

I groaned a little to myself, before following after her and doing a better job of staying out of sight. So much for staying out of trouble. "Guess I'm following her…"

"Get out…" she hissed. "I didn't think you'd follow…" I rolled my eyes and pulled my robes tighter, as I tucked myself beside one of the torch plinths.

It was colder on this corridor as well, and I shivered a little.

"Scared, Marcovitz?" Merula whispered snidely, mistaking it for a shiver of fear. I shook my head firmly.

"Just cold." I muttered back. Skirts were not helpful in this case. Even being outside in the rain would be warmer than this, though not by much. I could also feel the goosebumps appearing all over my legs.

"Who else knows about this?" Snape asked.

"Only me and Mrs. Norris saw the ice, sir." Filch said, clutching an ugly looking cat close to him. "Was going to report it to the Headmaster just before seeing you."

Ice? I wondered. It was definitely cold enough for it to form, and I could just make out some along the wall in front of Snape and Filch.

"I will inform Professor Dumbledore. This may have to do with the Marcovitz situation."

I could only assume he meant my brother - or me. Either way, now would be a good time to get out.

But before I could move, Filch answered why Merula might be as interested. "Is it true, Professor Snape, that the vaults are filled with gold and powerful prophecies and artefacts from before Hogwarts existed?"

A pause. "And why the Marcovitz boy lost his mind trying to find them?"

That had to be the basis for the rumours, still floating around the school. Part of me knew there was something else to it.

Snape looked stern. "Don't worry about what's inside the vaults." He ordered. "Worry about keeping everyone out of it. Lock the door to this corridor, and keep it guarded."

He swept down the corridor and out the other side. Filch scowled at his retreating back.

"This is another clue!" Merula hissed in excitement.

"Let's at least get out of the corridor, before you draw Filch to us." I hissed. We hurried out.

"And you say my brother's mad for hunting them down, and now you're trying to find them yourself?" I had to ask, closing the door behind us.

"You think I'm going to tell you, especially if Filch is close?" She sneered. "Hell no, Marcovitz." She ran off, cackling.

I hurried back to the common room myself. Rowan was mostly likely back, and she needed to hear this herself.

"Rowan! Rowan!" I called, scrambling into the common room. For now, I wasn't going to count that as getting into trouble. I hurried over to where she was curled up on the couch in front of the fireplace, wrapped in a warm blanket. She looked better as well, and also seemed to be clutching a mug of tea.

“Hey, Ellie, what’s up?” Rowan asked, as I sat down on the couch and she set her tea on the table. I glanced around at the bustling common room, glad for the chaos in the background.

“I think I might've accidentally stumbled upon the location of the cursed vault, well, one of them apparently.” I rambled, jumbling the sentence into one long word. Rowan, somehow, managed to make some sense of it.

“You found what?” She asked, before waving me off. “Let’s talk about it at dinner. And you can fill me in on everything.” I nodded.

We headed down to dinner, after talking about classes and what she had missed. It was as we took our seats, that I glanced around again. Snape wasn't in the Great Hall yet, McGonagall was, as were Flitwick and Sprout. Sinistra was as well.

And we had Astronomy tonight as well.

“Okay, you won't believe what happened this afternoon…” I started, as we sat down. Rowan seemed curious.

“Merula got kicked out and you happened to witness it?” she asked, half-jokingly. I tried hard not to laugh out loud, after taking a mouthful of pumpkin juice, to keep from choking on it.

I swallowed. “Unfortunately, no,” I replied. “But thanks for the laugh.”

“I can't even believe you're still here, Ellie,” Rowan noted to herself, continuing on. “Both Snape and Flitwick looked really angry after you duelled Merula…”

I smirked. “Believe me, I feel the same way. Although, I think I might be cursed.” I added.

“What do you mean?” Rowan asked, setting down her fork, and the chicken tikka masala she'd been about to take a bite of.

“I followed Snape and Filch to one of the corridors off the fifth floor.” I admitted. “Mostly to figure out what Merula was up to.” I took a bite. “I heard some about ice, and about vaults…” I raised an eyebrow, reminding her.

“Oh! Just like in your vision…!” She said, surprised.

I nodded. “Then they mentioned ‘the Marcovitz situation’, which could have to do with either me or my brother or both.” Rowan gave a confused look, and I nodded in agreement.

“I was hoping that talking about it would help both of us work it out.”

Rowan nodded, taking a sip from her still steaming mug of tea. “Tell me everything.”

I nodded, before spilling what I’d seen. Rowan seemed pensive.

“I’m worried about what you heard…” she murmured, fork moving food.

“We’ll work it out together,” I cajoled, feeling about as nervous. “But let me worry about it. I’ll help with the research.”

“And what about the cursed vault?”

“We’ll break the curse,” I said, trying to project the confidence I barely felt, mentally crossing my fingers.

Rowan stabbed at what she was eating. “I want to help, Ellie, but I’m worried about both Snape and Filch.” I shuddered in agreement. The run ins with both of them (or near run ins) left me eager to avoid them both.

“So what about Snape?” Rowan asked.

“We’ll try to avoid him,” I started. “But we’ll work out a plan, just in case.”

“But what if we get caught?” Her expression could only be considered petrified at the thought.

“We won’t get caught.” I hoped again that it would work. “We’ll be prepared.” I’d probably do enough overthinking about this for the two of us.

Rowan still seemed unconvinced. I didn’t blame her. “I’m still not sure, Ellie…”

“I need your help Rowan,” I pleaded.

“I feel a little better about all this,” she admitted, voice almost lost in the rain against the unseen ceiling. “But there are still quite a few things that can go wrong.”

I nodded, knowing full well she was right.

"What do you think it all means anyway?" Rowan asked, her voice curious, and I swirled my fork in my gravy and rice.

"I'm not sure, but from what I can tell, it has something to do with me, these cursed vaults, and most likely my brother, and what he got up to here." I replied, my voice firm. "Which means I have to investigate the fifth floor corridor."

Even above the chatter of the students at dinner, I could hear the rain ominously pounding against the roof of the Great Hall.

"You mean we have to investigate the fifth floor corridor." Rowan corrected, dragging me from my thoughts. "You're not going without me."

"Never," I agreed. "Let's go tonight, once everyone's asleep." Rowan looked like she disagreed.

"We still have Astronomy tonight." She reminded me. I glanced up at the stormy ceiling above me. The most that would be happening would be Sinistra lecturing, considering observing conditions were horrible.

"Right," I muttered. Dinner continued, conversation shifting between the fifth floor corridor and news from outside the school, with me laying out what I knew about what Snape and Filch were planning as defences, namely locking the doors to the corridor and having Filch stand guard.

Astronomy ended up being moved to the enclosed classroom below the usual one, with a similarly charmed ceiling, as Sinistra lectured on orbits. She even brought her tea set down, the smell of the tea adding to the warm ambience of the room.

The rain moved out enough that Madam Hooch resumed flying classes the next day. Ben was the only one who seemed disappointed about the change in the weather. Even if he had been the one scared of the lightning, according to Charlie, who shared a dorm with him.

It was during the first flying class after the autumn rain, that Ben tried to talk his way out of learning how to fly. The times he had managed to hover had been wobbly at best, and at short intervals, short enough Madam Hooch hadn't noticed.

"Look, Ben," I said, summoning my own courage. "I'll help you build your courage on a broom. You just need to trust me."

Ben looked apprehensive. “I don’t know, Ellie…” I sighed.

“Let me talk with Rowan, see if she can find any books on flying, and we’ll start there.” I implored. “Does that sound like it could work?”

Ben nodded, and I mentioned it to Rowan, who agreed to look.

Friday dawned chilly, and the smell of baking pumpkin indicated Halloween was close.

"You have potions and charms today," Angelica reminded me, as me and Rowan walked through the common room. "Get Gryffindor some house points." I nodded as we passed.

I waited as the class filed in to face Flitwick. "I heard today's lesson is especially dangerous…" Ben muttered as passed me going into the classroom.

It was once I walked into Charms that Flitwick stopped me from taking my seat. Despite being a rather warm professor, Flitwick appeared stern up on his pile of books. "You're excused from this particular lesson, Miss Marcovitz," Flitwick noted, and I cringed at the cold edge to Flitwick's normally jovial voice.

"Excused?!" I wondered. "Might I ask why?" Normally I wouldn't question it, but I hated the feeling of missing anything here.

"Today's spell is the Knockback jinx," Flitwick noted. "It is sometimes used in duelling, and can be incredibly painful to it's victim." I rubbed my still sore arm in acknowledgement.

"Then Merula should be excused as well," I muttered. "She already knows it." Flitwick made a noise of acknowledgement as well, before continuing.

"Given your history, I think it best to not teach you another duelling spell at this time."

I signed. "Professor Snape already punished me by taking house points and threatened detention, professor. I need this spell anyways. I'd rather learn it from a master dueller, than try and learn it on my own…" I trailed off. I'd have Rowan teach it to me if he wouldn't.

"I suppose you make a fair point," Flitwick agreed. "And everyone will be safer if you have proper instruction. Please take your seat." He gestured for me to pass through to where I sat.

I sat down next to Rowan with a sigh. This was going to be interesting.

"Welcome everyone!" Flitwick greeted. "Today, you'll be learning the Knockback Jinx - an excellent spell for pushing large things out of the way! Let's begin!"

It was about as difficult as learning either the tickling charm or the disarming time. I was glad I'd gotten Flitwick to help me with the stance while learning Expelliarmus, which helped with flipendo as well.

"Good work, everyone!" Flitwick cheered, after I knocked the dummy back, as class came to an end. "Remember to be careful when casting this spell, or you could be the one knocked back!" I snorted to myself.

"Nice work, Ellie," Rowan noted, as we exited the classroom, on our way to the dungeons. "Some day, they'll write a book…"

I tuned Rowan’s ramblings out. I wasn't overly interested in being written about just because of my skills.

Entering potions, we turned in our latest essay. Rowan gave me a nudge before heading over to our table. Dropping off my essay, I took a short breath. "I just wanted to apologise, again, for duelling on school grounds without permission, professor Snape." He scowled. At least I tried.

"The only thing I care less about than you, is your apology, Miss Marcovitz," he replied coldly. "Go sit down."

I fought to not roll my eyes, and scowled in return. "Going." I muttered, before heading back, where Merula was smirking. Potions couldn't end fast enough.

"Have you told anyone about what Snape and Filch said in the corridor?" She hissed, no louder than the burners in front of us.

"Nope," I replied bluntly, gladly lying to her face. "I didn't tell anyone." Not anyone you're thinking of.

Her eyes narrowed. "You're a terrible liar," Merula snipped back. "Thankfully, no one believes anything you say, so you won't ruin my chances of getting inside that room."

I rolled my eyes. Rowan believed me, and Flitwick sure as hell believed me. I had a feeling most of the teachers, except for Snape, believed me. Dumbledore as well. I glanced around the room. Snape was glowering in the front, and I resisted the urge to place my cauldron over Merula’s head and walk out, maybe go talk to Dumbledore and / or McGonagall.

"Why are you interested in the cursed vaults?" I wondered, facing her over my cauldron.

"It's none of your business." She bit back. I gave a short laugh.

"It is totally my business," I retorted. "Considering it was my brother who decided to search for them in the first place."

"And be failed because you come from a family of failures." She sneered.

I reacted instinctively, sending a sharp jolt through her cauldron, and clapping a cloud of steam at her, leaving her blinking. "Now that's a lie," I hissed. I knew we weren't liked by most of the pure blood aristos, my family didn't care. But calling us failures was very untrue.

She snarled. "Shut up and look like you're studying, before Snape hears us talking about the vaults."

"Done," I sniped back, opening my textbook to the herbicide, and sticking the additional notes into my notebook. Rowan joined the table, after grabbing her cauldron and talking with one of our dorm mates.

"Today you will learn to brew an Herbicide potion, a potent one." Snape started. "Do not let one drop find its way to the greenhouses. Watch closely."

"Or Sprout would murder you," Rowan murmured, and I nodded in agreement. Snape had us gather around his cauldron, and I scribbled down what I needed, ignoring Merula and her snarky comments.

I also ignored her the rest of class, up until near the end, when I noticed she left off a couple of stirs.

"Uhh, Merula?" I pointed at the textbook. "You should stir it two more times."

"Excuse me?!" She growled, hair looking even more like a hedgehog or murtlap than usual.

"Professor Snape said to stir the Herbicide seven times clockwise." I waved my notebook this time. "You only stirred it five times."

She scowled angrily. "You don't know what you're talking about." I shrugged. I was just giving a suggestion.

"Shockingly," Snape drawled, coming up behind us. "In this solitary instance, Marcovitz is correct."

Okay then.

"Even a reckless, incompetent fool like you can become a middling witch by following instructions, Marcovitz." And there was the backhanded compliment, with all the grace of a backhanded tennis ball.

"Thanks…" I deadpanned.

And with the grace of pulling a dozen teeth came, "ten points to Gryffindor."

"Thank you professor Snape." I said, fighting down a smile.

"Class dismissed." He announced, and I cleared away my things, and waited outside the dungeon for Rowan.

We headed for lunch, before heading up to Gryffindor tower to try and plan our ...outing tonight. It would be after curfew, and while Filch was skulking around the school for students out of bed.

Then, there was Peeves. The poltergeist would no doubt be up for trouble making.

We spent most of the evening in the common room, well within eyesight of Angelica or the other prefects, curled up on the couch reading and / or quietly talking, waiting until most of the house had gone up to their dormitories. It was during this time that Rowan gave me the books she had on flying.

"I've picked out my favourite books on flying to help get Ben over his fear of flying,” Rowan said, setting the stack on the table. “Just as you asked, Ellie.”

“Thanks, Rowan,” I grinned. “I’m hoping that learning more about flying on a broom will help Ben get over most of his fear.”

“Ben has a hard time getting up the courage to walk down the corridor,” Rowan noted dryly. “D’you think he'll ever be brave enough to fly?” She seemed sceptical of me trying to help him.

I sighed. “He's braver than you think,” I retorted, feeling exasperated. “He didn't come from a wizarding family, like you or I, so he's unnerved by anything to do with magic. It just happens to translate as fear for him.”

“Sure,” Rowan agreed. “But he's also afraid of the dark…”

“So am I, if it's dark enough.” I murmured mainly to myself.

“And loud noises…” I waggled my hand sideways. On a bad day, I didn't like them much either.

“And getting sunburnt…” Rowan continued.

"So is half my family," I deadpanned.

"I even saw him run from a mushroom once…"

"To be fair, it was one of Sprout's, and at the end of Herbology…" I trailed off.

I flipped through a couple of the books, seeing parts I thought might help. "These should help."

"Well, good luck, Ellie," Rowan said. "Let me know how tomorrow goes, and if I can help more." I nodded.

"Thanks, Rowan," I sighed, before glancing back towards where Angelica sat with several friends. "If Ben is still terrified after going through all of these," I patted the smallish stack. "I'll need all the help I can get."

I looked around the common room, stretching out a yawn. Ben seemed to be completing his Charms essay, nose deep in his Charms textbook. "I think I'll start getting everything together…" I gave a half nod to Rowan's inquisitive look, and we followed Rose up. I dropped a note to Ben as we passed.

We all chatted as everyone wound down, waiting until everyone else was asleep, silently listening to the deepening breaths and gradual snores in the growing darkness.

We slipped past the Fat Lady, timing it just right so she wasn't fully asleep herself, before moving stealthily down the staircases. Of all the times I wished for an invisibility cloak, now was one of them.

But we made it to the fifth floor without incident. Filch was some other floor, along with the mangy cat Mrs Norris. We found the door to the corridor unlocked, and we slipped in.

"This is where Snape and Filch were talking…" I noted, spinning a circle.

"I'm starting to have second thoughts, Ellie." Rowan worried. "If Snape told Filch to stay on guard, which means he'll be back soon. The stories I've heard about how he punishes misbehaving students makes Snape look like a pleasant Hufflepuff."

"Ehh…" I disagreed, with a shrug. "I find they're about the same."

"Are you sure we should be searching this corridor?" She asked.

"Let's search quickly. We'll be fine as long as we hurry, and stay aware of our surroundings." I answered.

"Okay," Rowan answered. "I trust you, Ellie." I nodded. I trusted her too. "Besides, I don't think I could forgive myself for not taking the opportunity to inspect a forbidden corridor at Hogwarts." She gave a crooked smile.

I picked up something at the end of the corridor. "Wait! Did you hear something at the end of the corridor?"

I glanced in the gloom as Rowan rattled off her idea of what it might be. "What should we do, Ellie?" Rowan asked, drawing me from my thoughts.

"Let's just search this place as fast as we can, as quickly as we can, and hope whatever it is isn't coming this way."

The hour we ended up searching felt like the longest amount of time ever.

"Well, we aren't going to be able to work out what's really going on unless we get inside that room."

"An impenetrable lock, a mysterious door, and the constant threat of being caught by Filch…" Rowan mused. "Getting into that room seems impossible, Ellie," she declared.

"I'll find a way," I answered. "But I'll need your help."

"I'm always here to help," Rowan started. "But -"

"Sshh… Someone's coming!" I interrupted, and we hurried down the corridor, back to where we came in.

"Something…" Rowan corrected, as we saw Mrs. Norris slink across the corridor. "Oh no…"

“It’s Mrs. Norris…” I hissed, pulling Rowan behind the torch plinth.

Hands over each other’s mouths, we could see her nosing around where we’d been standing, before she ran off, most likely back to Filch, where ever he was.

“Run,” I hissed, and we sprinted to the common room. No need for Filch to catch us there, in the corridor, redhanded. We clattered to a stop in front of the Fat Lady, panting after sprinting up two flights of stairs. “Non ducor duco,” I gasped, more than likely botching the pronunciation.

“Correct,” the portrait grumped, swinging open just enough to allow us in. We headed for the dorm, moving quietly past the two students up. We headed straight for bed, glad it was Saturday tomorrow.

Ben Flies

#Hogwarts Mystery tweaked #year 1 chapters 6 & 7 #loong post #part 1 #fic

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Can’t Say No ~ Sirius Black

hello loves :) this is the first fic I have posted and I am quite nervous but also very excited! I hope you all enjoy :) this was not requested, just something I wrote after being inspired by the song “Can’t Say No” by Dan + Shay!

Pairing: Sirius x Reader

Y/N: your name

Y/H: your house

Y/H/C: your hair color

Word Count: 1530

Sirius woke suddenly to someone crawling into his bed. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know who it was; the familiarity of Y/N’s presence was enough. He felt her hands on his chest as she whispered over and over again for him to wake up, afraid that if she spoke too loud she might wake up the morning troll that was James Potter.

Sirius felt her snuggle into his side and wrap herself around him while still whispering at him to wake up. His free arm flopped over dramatically to his bedside table where he felt around for his watch. His tired eyes opened slightly, only just enough to make out the time on the face of the watch Remus had given him for Christmas the year before.

Sirius groaned, opened his eyes fully, and turned to face the beautiful Y/H girl that had invaded his bed so early on a Saturday.

“Darling, as much as I adore you, why the bloody hell are you waking me up at seven in the morning?”

“I heard from Remus yesterday, who heard from Lily, who heard from Dorcas, who heard from Frank, who heard from Professor Sinistra, that the sunrise this morning is supposed to absolutely spectacular and I want you, my wonderful boyfriend, to wake up and go watch it with me before breakfast.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she rolled on top of Sirius and kissed his lips ever so lightly before whispering the word please in his ear. He gently pushed her off of him, grabbed his jumper off the floor, slipped on his shoes, and stuffed his wand in the pocket of his pants. When he turned around, she was sitting on his bed with a toothy grin plastered on her face.

“Well, come on, then,” Sirius whispered. “The sun should start coming up any minute now.”

Within seconds, she had grabbed his hand, intertwined their fingers, and was pulling him down the stairs and out the portrait entrance of Gryffindor tower.

As Sirius trailed behind and watched her Y/H/C hair bounce as she ran, he wondered if Y/N knew; if she knew that she was the only girl in the world who could wake him up before sunrise on the day he always slept in.

He wondered if she knew that the walls around his guarded heart crumbled every time she said his name.

He wondered if she knew that he could never resist her pretty smile or her kisses that left him breathless; her kisses that made everything seem right in the world; even waking up at the crack of a dawn on a Saturday.

He wondered if Y/N knew that she could get him to do just about anything.

They sat on the quidditch pitch with a blanket pulled tight across their shoulders enjoying the silence and the sight of the rising sun until they heard an all too familiar voice yelling from behind them.

“Padfoot, my good man, did you forget that you agreed to help me get in some last minute practice for today’s quidditch match this morning?” James called out as he sauntered across the pitch showing off his signature smile and messy hair.

A sheepish smile crossed Sirius’s face as he turned around and said, “Sorry, mate, but I promised Y/N I would watch the sunrise and then grab breakfast with her. Can you wait about an hour or so?”

James nodded his head and smirked at his best friend before turning around and heading back towards the castle. This wasn’t the first time Sirius had changed plans in order to spend more time with Y/N. James smiled at the fact that they were finally together, although it had taken until almost the start of their 6th year since the two were more stubborn than anyone else James had ever met.

Just seconds after James left, the sun was finally fully suspended in the sky and as Y/N stood to leave the pitch, Sirius pulled her back down into his lap and pressed his lips to neck.

“Do you remember the day I first kissed you?”, Sirius mumbled against her skin. Y/N let out a shriek of laughter and he felt her body shaking against his.

“Oh Merlin, Sirius, how could I forget? I was an absolute moron the entire day.”

“Let me tell you the story, Y/N, the way I remember it.

Y/N twisted her body so that she was straddling Sirius’s lap and could see his magnificent grey eyes in the morning light. She nodded her head, indicating for him to begin the story he seemed so eager to share.

“Well, darling, it was about a year and a half ago, a summer afternoon…bloody hot as I recall, the hottest day of the summer so far. We were at Prongs’s house; we all had plans to go to Diagon Alley that day to do some shopping for our upcoming 6th year. Wormtail wasn’t there, the poor lad had to stay at home and help his Mum with some housework. Moony was under the big tree reading a book, though I couldn’t tell you what it was about. Prongs was obviously sat right next to his Lily-Pad showering her in compliments. And you, in true Y/N fashion, were late. So naturally, I was sitting in the grass watching the door waiting for you to walk through it. You did, eventually, and Godric, I’ve never been more speechless in my life. You were wearing cutoff jean shorts, a white t shirt, and that lipstick you refuse to acknowledge.”

“Oh no, Sirius, don’t remind me of the lipstick. I looked absolutely ridiculous and I was so childish!”

“I reckon I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life than you in those cutoff things and that cherry red lipstick. Now, love, let me finish my story. So as I was saying, I saw you walk into the backyard and you walked over and sat right next to me. I felt your lips on my cheek, right at the corner of my mouth, and then you got up without saying a word and went to sit by Moony, who looked quite amused. I was still in awe of the way you looked in that little outfit, and the fact that your lips were so close to mine, so of course I didn’t think of the bright red lip stain that was on my face.”

“Sirius, please! Can’t we just skip the good part? The end?”

“Patience, love, we’ll get there eventually. After you decorated me with your lip print, we left for Diagon Alley. As usual, we walked side by side, holding hands, something we had done since our first year. All day I noticed our fellow classmates looking at me with wide eyes. When we saw Victoria Hanson, I swear I thought you were going to squeeze my hand until it broke.”

“Oh come on, Sirius, she’s bloody awful. You should have heard the things she was saying about you in Potions our fifth year. Her and that ghastly Eleanor Gibson sat behind me and all Victoria could talk about was how in 6th year she was finally going to seduce you! Why the bloody hell do you think she always asked Slughorn about love potions? Then I heard from Lily that Victoria told Marlene she was going to put her “plan into action” that day.”

“So you made sure she thought I was taken. Even though we weren’t dating then and neither one of us had confessed, you were just showing off your possessive side.” Sirius said with a grin.

“Well, I had to! I knew she wouldn’t do anything if she thought we were dating. She didn’t dare to look at me or mess with me after James turned her hair green our 3rd year when she made me cry. Besides, it wasn’t like I didn’t want to be with you. I’ve been in love with you since our 2nd year for Merlin’s sake, you were just oblivious and never noticed.”

“Do you remember what she said to me?”

“I reckon it was something along the lines of ‘nice lipstick, Black, but you missed your lips’ before she threw me a glare that would make the Dark Lord quake with fear.”

“It was something like that, and do you remember what happened after that?”

“You looked at me and told me that I had missed your lips. Then after Prongs shouted at you to get on with it already, you attacked my mouth.”

“Attacked? Darling, it was a perfect kiss. My lips are soft and supple; you can’t deny that your heart leapt out of your chest. Do you remember what happened next?”

“You asked me what the whole thing with Victoria was. I told you that it didn’t matter, and that you were mine, not hers, and then you said…”

“I said, ‘Well, I can’t say no to that’.”

Y/N grinned and leaned in so that her lips were barely brushing against Sirius’s lips as she whispered, “you never could say no to me”.

Sirius smiled before closing the small gap between them. She was absolutely right, when it comes to Y/N, he just can’t say no.

#sirius black #siriusorionsblack #sirius black imagine #marauders imagine #marauders

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