#Professor Speen

[thatsbelievable]

[hufflepuffliest]

Shivering - Jungkook x Reader

Genre: HarryPotter!AU, Ravenclaw!Jungkook, Jealous!Reader  Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Length: 2k Summary: You hate potions class, and your best friend, Jungkook, is the only one who makes it endurable. But what happens when Snape makes you sit apart?

As you and your classmates were making your way down to the dungeons, a shiver went down your spine. Your body shivered along with it, making Jungkook chuckle next to you.

“Shut up.” You mumbled. “My shivers are no joke.”

“I think they are. You always shiver when we walk down here.” Jungkook replied, placing his blue-and-black Ravenclaw scarf around your shoulders.

“Because this place gives me the creeps.” You shot back. “And I don’t need your scarf, I have one of my own.” You pulled the scarf off of your shoulders and threw it back in Jungkook’s face.

“But you look so cute wearing mine,” grinned Jungkook. You felt your cheeks heating up and quickly fixed your gaze upon the nearing potions classroom. “See, you look much hotter immediately.” 

“I hate you.” You whispered to yourself as you said down in your seat.

“You don’t.” Jungkook said matter-of-factly, as he sat down next to you.

“I do.” You said, as you started to pull out your scroll of paper and your quill. You couldn’t seem to find it so you reached back into your bag, silently cursing yourself for choosing this smaller one instead of the bigger one, solely because it was a cuter bag.

“You don’t though.” Said Jungkook again, but you didn’t seem to hear it, being too focused on searching for that damned quill. If you showed up to one of Snape’s classes without being prepared again, you had another thing coming. “Y/N, you don’t hate me, right?” He asked again, at the same time your fingers brushed against the soft feathers of your quill.

“Y/N L/N. Jeon Jeongguk. Why are you two not prepared for my class? Again, I might add.” You didn’t dare to look up as you slowly took your quill from your bag and placed it on the desk. “It almost seems that you two do not take my class seriously. You are not even trying to make it look like you have prepared anything. Tell me, what potion are we supposed to discuss today?”

“Uhm, I-” You started, stammering and twitching. This man sure knows how to make you nervous.

“We are studying the Wit-Sharpening Potion sir.” Jungkook stepped in. You felt him looking at you but you didn’t dare return the eye-contact.

“Correct, fortunately for you. Your partner, miss L/N might be in need of that particular potion, don’t you think? How about you both try to brew this potion perfectly, and I might think about not giving you detention later. Sounds fair?”

“No.” Jungkook mumbled behind you, and your head quickly turned towards him and shot him a warning look.

“Yes sir.” You said loudly, still not daring to look the professor in the eyes.

“Perfect, now, how about you come sit up here, miss L/N, so I can keep an eye on you and make sure you won’t blow up my dungeons. You can stay here.” He gestured towards Jungkook.

As you quickly gathered the stuff you managed to get out on your desk to stumble after professor Snape, your head was spinning. You didn’t hear Jungkook whisper-shout your name as you took off. You sucked at Potions, and the only reason why you were passing this class was because you always partnered up with Jungkook, who excelled in this subject. Snape must know this, because by separating the two of you, you would surely fail. Which would mean that you would be having detention here, alone. You shivered again. 

After Snape delivered his opening speech about today’s class and mocking you a few times, the brewing started. You opened your potions handbook at the right page and scanned the ingredients. Ground scarab beetles, a newt spleen, ginger roots and armadillo bile. Okay, so not an awful lot of ingredients are supposed to be in this. Maybe you could actually pass this. You quickly glanced over to Jungkook to see how he was doing, and quickly glanced away when you found Ava Wells standing next to him, peering over his shoulder and being way too close. It was no secret Ava like him, and it was no secret you two hated each other. You had been close friend with Jungkook ever since you two got paired up in this very class in your first year. Ava only started to take an interest in him the beginning of this school year, after Jungkook started going through puberty over the summer. You must admit, it doesn’t hurt to look at him, and he’s one of the sweetest boys you know. But Ava always ignored him, and she still ignores you, but goes out of her way to speak with Jungkook. For example, by blatantly sitting between the two of you when you’re eating and clearly having a conversation in the great hall, or when you’re studying the library and you have to take a bathroom break and when you come back, she’s sitting in your chair and shoving your things aside. And now, by having you all the way on the other side of the dark classroom, she can doesn’t even need to push you away to talk to him. 

You once again read the ingredients list before you head over to the storage, ignoring Jungkook when you need to walk past his desk to get there. He probably wouldn’t even notice you walking by anyway, he’s probably enjoying Ava’s company and too busy to be aware of you. You huff as you open one of the cupboards and search for the newt speen you need.

“Can you believe that bastard?” You suddenly hear behind you, as Jungkook reaches from behind you, being a bit taller, and grabs two newt spleens from the shelf. “He had no reason to punish us. The rest of the class wasn’t ready either!”

“It’s okay, you’ll brew the potion without a problem anyway.” You say, as he hands you the newt spleen. “Thanks. Ugh, I can’t believe I am having to spend my night here, with scary Snape!” You sigh loudly.

“No way, you can brew this potion too! Trust me, Ava said it was easy. If she can do-”

“Oh, it’s okay.” You started to walk away from him and quickly grabbed some Scarab Beetles from another shelf as you walked past. “It’s time for me to learn how to make a potion by myself anyway.” And with that, you left the storage room.

An hour later, your potion was the daunting color of blood. Dark red, and slightly bubbling. Not the bright orange it was supposed to be. And with only ten more minutes to go, you would not be able to fix this in time. Defeated, you sat down in your chair and glared towards your, or you suppose now Ava’s, desk. Laughter erupted from over there, and even from where you were sitting, you could see the perfect bright orange of the mixtures in the two cauldrons. You turned away again.

“Well, this turned out just as disappointing as expected. I’ll be seeing you here at half past seven, sharp. Bring paper and a quill, you’ll be writing an essay on what went wrong today. Don’t be late.” As Snape silently walked away, you groaned and started to pack your things.

You placed your quill neatly to the side, so you would be able to find it faster the next time. As you finished stuffing back all your things into the bag, Snape was almost finished with his round.

“Perfect, miss Wells, as always.” He said, you rolled your eyes, waiting for the other “Perfect” to be said by him.

“This is… severely disappointing.” He said instead. You quickly turned around in shock. The happy bubbling bright orange potion sitting in Jungkook’s cauldron had changed into a… lime green? How did he even manage to do that? “I will see you too at half past seven. You will also be writing an essay on how this went wrong, and why you should never waste valuable ingredients if you do not plan on actually brewing the potion correctly.” You looked at Jungkook with squinting eyes, and he turned his head away as he made eye contact with you. He left the room before you could catch up to him.

This was the last class for the day, and you couldn’t find Jungkook anywhere. He wasn’t in the common room, he wasn’t in his dorm room, and he wasn’t in the library. You had to send a letter to your family so when you walked up to the owlery you even took a detour to walk past your favourite hang out spot, but he wasn’t there either. But you instantly spotted him when you walked into the great hall. He was sitting with Ava and her friends, talking, smiling, laughing. You took one glance and turned back to the entrance door. You’ll grab some dinner later.

When you arrived at the dungeons, 15 minutes earlier, just to be sure, Jungkook was already there.

“Why’d you do it?” You asked, slightly startling him. He turned around and smiled at you.

“I couldn’t leave you alone with him, could I?”

“But your potion was perfect!” You said. “Why are you so stupid to ruin it?”

“Because I care about you, and I know you don’t like being her on your own. Even if you hate me.”

“What are you talking about?” You said, frowning as you sat down next to him.

“Well, you said you hated me before class, didn’t you. And you decided to ignore me afterwards. And you didn’t show up at the great hall for supper.” He raised his eyebrows at you, and you scoffed.

“I don’t hate you, you dumbass.” You shoved him slightly, and he pushed you back. “And I didn’t want to bother you during your fun times with Ava.”

“Fun times? With Ava?” He said, incredulously. “Y/N, have you ever met the girl?”

“Unfortunately.” You said.

“Well, then you must know, she’s awful to be around.” You looked up at that. “I can’t even finish my sentence before she intercepts it and starts talking about something ridiculous! I can’t even tell you what she talked about during supper, and I couldn’t escape. I just laughed as if I knew what she was talking about and in the hope I could slip away. Or in the hope you would show up soon, but you never did.”

“Yeah, I skipped supper after I saw you with her.” You said, turning a bit red. Why were you acting so stupid?

“Am I detecting a bit of… jealousy?” Jungkook joked, winking at you, making you blush even more.

“No, no! It’s just, I don’t want to lose you. As a friend.”

“Just as a friend?” He said, turning his head slightly as he looked at you with those puppy eyes of his.

“Jungkook, I-” You started, but quickly shut up when the dungeon doors slammed open.

“In.” Was the only word Snape bothered to say.

“We’ll continue this when we’re raiding the kitchens later.” Jungkook whispered, as you both entered the dark dungeons once again.

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You have the vibes of a really nice teacher. Like...miss honey from Matilda levels of nice. I don’t know why I just thought I should tell you that 💖

🥺🥺 thank you speens ilysm

(It might be because I lowkey want to be an English professor nd theyre always the best)

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4-34!

4. What is your favorite word?

I don’t really have one. “Fuck” is a pretty good one. Conveys a lot. 

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

Dollar Tree.

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

Get a haircut when this quarantine is over. Looks like a shaggy mess.

7. What shirt are you wearing?

A shirt from the Mutter Museum in Philadelphia, a museum dedicated to showcasing medical abnormalities. It glows in the dark. 

8. What do you label yourself as?

Mostly human. Male. Asexual. Charisma vacuum. Among other things. 

9. Bright room or dark room?

Dark room, usually. Depends on the mood and the kind of day I’m having sometimes.

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

Watching Vinny from Vinesauce play budget WiiWare shovelware.

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?

Don’t have one.

12. Who told you they loved you last?

My mother. 

13. Your worst enemy?

Myself. 

14. What is your current desktop picture?

Artwork of a city at twilight time. 

15. Do you like someone?

Why, yes! I do. Her name is [Redacted]

16. The last song you listened to?

“Sowing the Seeds of Love“ by Tears For Fears

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

Mitch McConnell. 

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

Nobody at the moment. Not in a punching mood at the moment. 

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

Not really interested in having anyone be in servitude, especially to me, local jackass. 

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

My eyes maybe? I don’t know. I don’t think about my physical attributes much (or very positively for that matter...) 

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

I don’t know what I would look like but I would probably just deal with it and go about my day as if I was the same as always, I guess. 

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

I’ve been told I’m very good at voice impressions. From several presidents to Vinesauce Vinny’s “speen!” voice, to Watto from The Phantom Menace. Be in a voice chat with me and you’ll most likely hear me do one of them. 

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

Large dogs. I have not met anybody else who understands my fear and discomfort of them. 

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

Ham and Cheese. I’m aware that is a boring choice.

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

Spend it? In this economy!? Nah. I’m putting that $100 in my safe.

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

Previously answered (”La Sagrada Familia in Barcelona, Spain.”)

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

Pabst Blue Ribbon, so I can be that guy who reliably brings crappy beer nobody wants (and laugh as others get pissed at me for having that beer be my choice.)

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

“You may only send messages via message in a bottle.”

29. What is your favorite expletive?

“Fuck”, “Bitch”, “Jackass”.

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

A Grateful Dead cassette tape containing a show from Englishtown, NJ, 09.03.77, given to me by one of my undergraduate professors. It’s music that has sentimental value to me. 

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

My first (and so far only) romantic relationship. I deserved better and should have gotten to spend that time with someone who actually felt the same way about me and cared about how I felt, even if it didn’t last. 

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

Canada. I like the way their cities look. Seems like a very quaint and simple place to live. I hear the locals are very very nice. :)

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

I don’t quite have an answer for this... I’ll have to get back to you.

34. What was your last dream about?

Meeting a special woman (to me) at a fancy Italian restaurant. She was dressed in a bright red dress, though her face was in a thick, smokey haze the entire time. That’s all I can recall.

Thank you for asking! This was fun. :)

From this post. Feel free to send a number if you’d like. :)

[withered-pages-blog]

Liar 7/? (Tom Riddle Jr/Voldemort Imagine)

“Tom, my boy,” Slughorn called merrily, “Please, come right up front.” He waved away two students and they gaped at him before gathering their things and moving, glaring at the two of you as you approached. “Come, come, come,” he beckoned and you stopped shy.

Awkwardly looking around for a spare table, you felt the sudden urge to cry as you realized there were none. “Y/N, up front please.” Slughorn commanded, and you turned without a word, taking your place by Tom’s side.

You could cut the tension with a knife it was so thick and every time you took a breath you felt like you were swallowing it. The class began with a presentation by Professor Slughorn and you forced yourself to concentrate, pretending only you were there - this was your very own personal lesson and no one else existed.

Tapping your fingers impatiently, desperate to begin your lesson so that you could feel distracted, Slughorn explained your practical lesson to you. “Does anyone know what a Shrinking Solution is?”

Slughorn asked the class, but his eyes went straight to Riddle as if expecting him to answer, and so he did. “A Shrinking Solution is a potion that allows the size of a creature’s age to decrease, essentially shrinking. If brewed incorrectly, it can be very poisonous.”

You scowled at Riddle’s pompous tone and gripped the edge of your table, waiting for the next question. If he was going to be such a know-it-all you were going to make sure he knew it all.

“Very good, Tom,” Professor Slughorn praised, “And does anyone know the inventor of this elixer?”

Riddle opened his mouth to respond but you quickly cut in, “Zygmunt Budge.”

Both Riddle and Slughorn turned to you and you couldn’t help the smug smirk that made it’s way onto your face. “That’s right, Y/N. Very good indeed.”

Blinking for a moment and hesitantly facing the class, Slughorn clapped his hands together and motioned for the cauldrons on the size of the room. “Everyone, get your necessary equipment and turn to page 423 of your textbooks.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Riddle waved his wand in the direction of his cauldron and it raised into the air, gliding over and sitting neatly on the centre of the table. You grumbled and opened your textbook, licking your finger and swiping through the pages until you found the correct one.

“Ingredients,” you hummed, “I’ll gather the ingredients.”

Tom said nothing and you quickly read through the text on the page, “We need two shrivelfigs, four daisy roots, five caterpillars, wormwood, four leeches, a rat speen and a little bit of cowbane - in that order.”

You quickly swept through the crowd of students that gathered to the left of the class where the ingredients lay neatly stacked on a long table. Gathering each ingredient and grimacing at the live creatures in their jars, you turned back to your shared table and glared as you watched Riddle read over the ingredients. He was double-checking.

“Taking a look for yourself, Riddle?” You scowled at him and set each ingredient onto the table next to the cauldron. Riddle raised his eyes to them and gathered the jars, positioning them in a neat line on the edge of the table.

When you gave him a questionable look, he let out an impatient breath through his nose, “Don’t put the jars so close to the cauldron, they’ll get hot and the glass will break.”

Looking away bashfully, you snatched your textbook out of his hands and skimmed through the steps as Tom heated up the cauldron. Inhaling slowly, you turned your attention to each glass jar and grimaced at the sight of all the wriggly creatures inside them.

You cleared your throat and reached across the table, your arm brushing against Tom’s as you grabbed two ripe shrivelfigs without a word. You gripped the kitchen knife and held the first shrivelfig securely between your hand, about to cut it when your partner’s hand shot out to grip your wrist. “What are you doing?”

Narrow eyes glared down at you, and you glared back challengingly, “I’m juicing the figs, what are you doing?”

“That isn’t how you juice shrivelfigs. Give it to me.” He commanded, and you scoffed, “I know how to juice a damn fig, Riddle,” the brunette’s eyes darkened and he tightened his grip on you for a moment before sensing Slughorn’s eyes on him - releasing you.

“Let me show you a more efficient way of juicing them.” Tom’s irritated demeanor changed abruptly and it took you a moment to catch up. You were flattered for about half a second before you realized this wasn’t him trying to be nice to you, this was him putting up a front for prying eyes.

Shoulders slumped, you slowly nodded, “Fine.” The Slytherin’s fingers slid beneath yours to take the shrivelfig and you quickly flinched away, shoving your hand into your robe pocket and suppressing a scream.

A soft prickly creature that you had completely forgotten about wriggled about in your pocket, clutching onto your finger immediately as you tried to raise it back up. The sneaky little leaf-bug gave you two options, either leave your hand in your pocket with it, or pull your hand out and reveal him to all.

“Y/N, pay attention.” Tom ordered and you smiled broadly at him, “Go on.”

The brunette raised a brow at you before he began peeling the shrivelfig, taking away dead skin and exposing the wet, ripe insides of the revolting fruit. You grimaced at the putrid smell and watched as Tom raised the fruit above the cauldron.

“Hold on,” you kicked yourself for speaking but now that Tom was looking your way, you had to continue, “Here.”

Quickly shaking off the Bowtruckle on your hand, you leaned forward and rolled up Tom’s sleeves, folding them securely around his elbows before leaning back, noting the purple tint on his hands. Riddle watched you with dark eyes for a moment longer before squeezing the fig juice into the cauldron.

“Watch the color, Y/N,” Tom ordered and you leaned over the table to inspect the change the liquids within, a dark brownish purple.

Craning your head to the open book, you reached into your robes again, quickly pulling out your wand and pushing the little critter off of it with your finger. It squeaked in protest as you shoved him back into your pocket and you prayed that it wouldn’t emerge.

With the flick of your wrist, the wooden spoon in front of you trembled before clumsily dunking itself into the cauldron and began stirring. Riddle turned up the heat and you patted the text on the page.

“Next we need four daisy roots.” You took the kitchen knife and untied the thread that held the daisy roots together, lining them up and cutting them into fine pieces and dropping them into the cauldron.

Somehow, knowing Riddle’s eyes were on you the whole time made you swell with pride. He hadn’t tried to stop you, he hadn’t said a word - you were doing it right.

You hesitated as you read the next step and contemplated asking Tom to take care of it, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction - you didn’t want him to turn on you the second you asked something of him, like last time.

Your heart clenched at the memory, you’d been distracted, so distracted that you had forgotten what Tom had said to you that very morning. Reaching over to grab the jar of caterpillars, you unscrewed the lid and counted them, there were eight.

Cringing, you reached into the jar and picked out the first wriggly, hairy creature you encountered, examining it as it writhed between your index finger and thumb. “Sorry, buddy,”

You dropped one after another into the cauldron, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you watched them sit on the surface of the water before slowly sinking away into the murky depths.

“They’re just worms, Y/N.” Riddle said condescendingly, “They’re not just worms. I bet if I tossed you into a boiling pot of water you’d probably change your mind then.”

The Slytherin prefect’s jaw flexed and he nodded towards the book, “Next is wormwood leafs, correct?” You hummed as you read through the steps and nodded, “Correct.”

Tom motioned for you to take them and you crossed your arms, “Your turn. I just did the caterpillars.”

“My hands are covered in fig juice. I need to clean them.” Tom countered, and you glared at him before swiping up the dry, green herbs and rolling them between your palms above the cauldron.

Little flakes danced across the surface of your brewing potion and your wand increased it’s speed. Tom approached the front desk and muttered something to Slughorn before turning and leaving the classroom. You gave him an inquisitive look but he simply ignored you as he passed and you sighed. Of course he’d ignore you.

You looked over the instructions one more time and your face turned green. Juice four leeches and add to the mixture.

Turning your gaze slowly to the line of jars, you nearly gagged at the sight. How had you not noticed those dark, blood-red creatures wriggling around among themselves?

You unscrewed the lid and stared into the jar, lip trembling with disgust. "Come on, Y/N. You can do this." Closing your eyes, you shoved your hand into the jar and picked out the first leech you felt.

It took a few pinches of the tool before you caught it and you started stomping your feet as it wriggled. "Practicing your dance moves, Y/N?" Malfoy called from the row behind you, "That'll do, Mister Malfoy." Slughorn scolded and you opened one eye to watch the blonde's face fall, smirking lightly.

Raising the tweezers and inspecting the leech with squinted eyes, you nearly shrieked as something cold and wet slipped down your back, latching onto your flesh. Looking up at your teacher with wide eyes, you suddenly felt all too light, swaying on your feet - so light that you didn't even notice Riddle's return.

"Have you completed the next step?" He inquired and you felt your mouth dry up as he lifted the jar, inspecting its contents. "Apparently not."

"Riddle," you started as he picked up the pair of tweezers that you'd dropped. He ignored you as he leaned over, reading the instructions. "Riddle."

"I'm busy at the moment, Y/N." The brunette said impatiently and you felt your head swimming. Once more you called to him in a soft whisper, "Tom."

You caught his attention just as your knees buckled and you fell into him, head hitting him with a hard thud. "Professor," Riddle called as his arms instinctively opened to catch you.

Classmates crowded around you just as they had the night you'd been hexed and as Tom lowered himself to the ground with you, Slughorn rushed to your side. "Y/N? What's happened, child?"

"Looks like they faint every time they're around Tom. Right, Y/N?" Abraxas taunted, arms crossed over his chest. "You want him to catch you?"

"That's enough, Malfoy." Slughorn barked, and large hands pulled you into a sitting position, where your head lolled to your front. That's when they noticed it, a dark, slimy trail that started from the nape of your neck and continued down into your robes.

"Professor, look," Tom pulled the collar of your shirt away and the potion master's face paled. "Off with it boy, hurry!" Riddle tore your robe from you and raised your shirt over your back, eyes scanning over several blotches covering your skin and the creatures responsible. Leeches covered your entire back and they swelled with your blood.

Swiping them all away, Slughorn paled as they dropped off of you before standing up with probably the angriest face he'd ever worn.

"I demand to know who is responsible for this!" He bellowed, eyes darting between snickering students. "This is no game - none of you will leave until the perpetrator steps forward!" The man threatened, eyes softening at the sight of his favourite student lifted you, your arm slung over his shoulder.

"I'll take them to the hospital wing, sir."

"Let me help." Offered Malfoy and despite his prior behaviour toward you, Slughorn didn't protest as the blonde took your other arm and wrapped it around him. With a nod from his gullible Professor, the boys were off and no one saw the proud smirk on Abraxas' face.

No one but Tom.

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