#Siobhan Llewelyn

[the-al-chemist]

The Beginning of a Symphony - Chapter 33

A/N: With the celestial ball fast approaching, the fifth years are on the lookout for romance.

Warnings: mild angst/pining.

OCs featured/mentioned: Siobhan Llewelyn @kc-and-co, Gwen Archeron @thatravenpuffwitch, Primrose Gray and Jesse Seymour @endlessly-cursed, Nadia Erbland @gcldensnitch, William Devlin @unfortunate-arrow, Reuben Willows @that-scouse-wizard, Leila Hellebore @whatwouldvalerydo, Winona Rosewood @usernoneexistent, Nolan Miller @hogwartsmysteryho, Henry Lovecraft @lifeofkaze

April 1897

The Easter holidays had come and gone both all too quickly and far too slowly. With no classes to attend, the two week break had been spent reading books, browsing the shops in Hogsmeade village, and eating copious amounts of chocolate. Anyone would have thought that the idea of returning to a normal school routine the following morning would have cast a dark cloud over the final night of the break, but the fifth year Ravenclaws remained in high spirits. After all, the end of the holidays meant that they were closer to May, when the Celestial Ball would be taking place.

The ball was all anyone had been able to talk about since the Headmaster had made his announcement at the end-of-term feast. Héloïse was half-bored by the endless discussions of dress robes and dance cards and music and escorts. She had never enjoyed spending time in large crowds of people, and so dances and balls had never been exciting prospects to her. And yet…

Perhaps it was because she was now sixteen, no longer a mere child and only a year away from being a grown woman, but each time she heard someone mention what they were planning on wearing or who they hoped to dance with, she felt her heart lift slightly and begin to beat faster in her chest, as if it were already trying to dance. She watched boys asking girls if they might escort them to the ball with fascination, paying attention to the nervous ones’ shaking hands and hopeful eyes, and the confident ones’ polished manner of talking, and the giddy giggles of the girls and their friends after they made their responses. She had read all about the peculiar alignment of stars that the Celestial Ball celebrated, and each night had stolen away to the Astronomy tower in order to see the stars’ progression, as they crept closer and closer to the positions they would hold on the night of the ball.

She was looking forward to the Celestial Ball, really looking forward to it, and that surprised her.

With the return of the school locomotive engine earlier in the evening, the Ravenclaw common room was busier and louder than it had been in the previous two weeks, and the students who had spent the holidays at home were quickly being filled in on what they had missed during the break.

“Oh, I’m so glad that Jesse asked if he could escort you. I’d have felt so guilty being escorted if that meant leaving you to go alone. Now I can attend with William and a clear conscience!” Primrose Grey, who Héloïse had come to realise always knew everything about everyone, was telling her friend Nadia Erbland. Primrose’s blue eyes scanned the room as she continued, “I do believe that most people have arranged to be escorted by someone now. Reuben asked Leila Hellebore straight away, and I think Nolan has now asked Winona Rosewood, as well. In fact” - her eyes settled on Héloïse and her dorm mates - “I know who everyone is going with except for you three.”

Siobhan cocked an eyebrow at her. “Oh, aye?”

“Yes indeed,” said Primrose, with a nod. “So, then. Do tell. Will you all have escorts, or are you going to fill your dance cards on the night?”

“I’m leaving it to the night itself,” Gwendolyn answered. “I think it’s more exciting that way, somehow. Shiv is going to be escorted, though.”

“Who by?”

“Galen Stagg.”

“Really?”

“I don’t see why you are so surprised,” said Siobhan tersely. “Everyone and their granny knows we are friends.”

“Friends, yes, but-”

“Well, then. We shall attend the ball together, and that shall be that, and we shall hear no more on the matter.”

There was a finality to Shiv’s tone that made even Gwen raise an eyebrow and share a glance with Héloïse. Prim pursed her lips slightly, but she turned to Héloïse looking nonplussed.

“Et toi, Héloïse?”

It took Héloïse a few seconds to decide in which language she should reply to Prim’s question. Once she had opted for English, it took her another moment to pick her words.

“I am to go with no one,” she told Primrose, her voice sounding almost defeated in her ears.

“No?” Prim asked. She tilted her head, and Héloïse shook her own.

“No one is asking me.”

That was the problem, Héloïse realised. That was why she sounded and felt so disappointed. She wanted someone to ask her - she wanted Jim to ask her - but now that was seeming an increasingly less likely prospect. And even though Shiv told her that there were stil days to come before the ball, and Gwen said that he may even ask to partner with her on the night, in her heart she knew that he would not do so. There had been plenty of opportunities in which he might have asked her, and yet he had not. With the Celestial Ball now less than a week away, there was only one logical conclusion that Héloïse could draw: that he did not want to attend with her.

The very idea filled her with a deep, unshakeable sense of melancholy, one that accompanied her through the remainder of the evening, until eventually she retired from the Ravenclaw common room and escaped to her usual meditation spot in the Astronomy tower.

She had intended to rest awhile under the light of the moon and wallow in her self-pity alone, however, she soon found herself being interrupted by the sound of a throat being cleared, and an elongated shadow of a wizard appear on the ground beside her. She sat up straight, her chest lifting with her heart. Could it be…

“Jim?”

“I am afraid not,” the newcomer replied, his peculiar accent making his identity known before Héloïse turned to see his face. “Alas, you seem disappointed by the fact.”

Héloïse smiled sadly as her friend Henry Lovecraft approached and sat down beside her.

“Yes. No. I am not…” she sighed. “I do not wish to be rude. I am sorry.”

Henry shook his head. “It is no bother. What is wrong? Are you homesick?”

“No.”

“Then whatever is the matter?”

“I… It is the ball,” saiid Héloïse. “It is so close, and so many girls have been asked by boys if they can to go with them, and no one is asking to go with me.”

“No one at all?” Henry asked, one eyebrow raised as if he knew that there was only one person who mattered. Héloïse shrugged wordlessly in response. “Well, I am certain that it is not for lack of wanting.”

“But I think that it must be for this reason. What other reason would there to be?”

“What reason would there be for someone to not wish to attend a ball with you?”

“I do not know,” Héloïse said. “No. I do know. It is because I am too strange, I am thinking. Too different to others.”

Henry laughed quietly. Héloïse frowned at him.

“Quoi?”

“All people are different to others, Heloise,” Henry told her. “And yet, at the same time, we are all the same. It is a paradox, and that paradox is what makes people so very interesting. And the more different a person, the more interesting they are.” He smiled. “I would not describe you as too different, I would simply say that you are extraordinarily interesting.”

Héloïse looked up at the stars, her lips twitching slightly.

“Merci, Henri,” she half -whispered.

“It is but the truth.”

The air was still and silent for a few moments. Eventually, Héloïse turned to Henry and asked him:

“Who are you to go with to the ball?”

“I am not attending with anyone. I do not… I have no wish to attend with anyone in particular, or at all.”

“But it is so romantic, no?”

“Yes, and that is the problem. I prefer to read and observe romance, rather than to partake in it myself,” replied Henry. He sighed. “I do believe that I am rather different to others, too.”

“Perhaps you would like to go with me,” Héloïse suggested, “as my friend.”

Henry frowned. “You do not need to do that, Héloïse. There is still time for the person you…”

“No, there is not. And if I am too different for him, then I prefer to go with someone who is also different.”

“You mean interesting,” Henry corrected her, and she giggled.

“Interesting, yes. So, do you wish to go with me?”

Henry nodded, and the two of them sat together in companionable silence for only a short while before returning to Ravenclaw tower. They may both have been different to others, but their punishment would have been the same had they been caught wandering the castle at night.

[usernoneexistent]

Autumn 1895: Ravenclaws and Gryffindors play a friendly game together while Glenn plots on how to distract the opposing team's keeper and his rival, Nolan.

Characters featured: Nolan Miller @hogwartsmysteryho, Oliver Gerard @kc-and-co, Ethel Hexley @the-al-chemist.

Characters mentioned: Selene Fraser @lifeofkaze, Lysander Mercury @slytherindisaster, Daniel Gibson @catohphm, Siobhan Llewelyn @kc-and-co.

Warnings: mentions of Sethel

"That was a foul!"

"Not again, Miller," cried his teammate. Ravenclaw looked like they were having a tough time with their reserve keeper. Glenn minded little, except for Nolan Miller's incompetence which was getting on his nerves. He wanted a nice clean, and fair game, which shouldn't be a hard ask. Especially since Hexley and Fraser made the least amount of trouble on the quidditch field.

As all the quidditch teams have completed their tryouts and added new members to make up for the lost ones, his friend and captain, Oliver Gerard, made a deal with Ravenclaw to share the pitch for a quidditch friendly due to an accidental mishandling of the reservations. It allowed the reserves to keep up with the practice.

"He wasn't haversaking Miller. Sorry guys, let's have a rematch." The Ravenclaw captain called with the quaffle under his arm, returning it back to the referee. He was getting all the different balls back in the box before re-releasing them.

Both the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw team groaned out loud before flying back into their respective position.

"Augh! I wish Miller wouldn't spoil the game so much. He's worse than Lys and Hexley." Glenn groaned.

"Miller may be annoying but he is also their weakest link, Rosewood." Oliver flew beside him. "Besides you know how to get to him fumble better than anyone else."

"Well, he is only a reserve. It's not like he will affect the big matches."

"And so are you." Oliver retorted back, almost in a backhanded way. Glenn groaned at him before focusing back on the game.

"As much as I would love to give my sole attention on quidditch I have other duties to attend to."

"Ah yes, becoming the number one prefect that Gryffindor has ever seen. You're doing a great job at that." He teased.

"Be quiet, Gerard."

Oliver laughed before everyone was finally settled and ready to go. The referee opens the box of quaffle, bludgers and snitch, and the opposing team grabs the quaffle first.

Oliver and Glenn swerved to either side of the chaser, trying to hold her in. Hexley followed behind, blocking the other Ravenclaw chasers.

"Scatter!" Hexley yelled. Glenn took a quick glance to see why. A bludger was incoming at a rapid speed. There was no way that any beater could come in time to defend the chasers.

Glenn and Oliver abandoned the chaser. The bludger came at lightning speed before almost knocking the Ravenclaw chaser down. He dropped the quaffle just as Glenn had hoped.

Hexley was sharper and quickly swooped down to grab the quaffle before any of the Ravenclaw chasers had a chance. She shot straight towards the hoops, already crossing the midline of the pitch.

Glenn and Oliver followed quickly behind. Fraser and Daniel Gibson were in a chase below them for the snitch. Glenn was hoping they would stall a little more. It would be annoying to end the game so quickly without even putting in a score.

"Rosewood!" Hexley yelled as Glenn got close. He saw it too. Siobhan Llewelyn was ready to swing the bludger towards Hexley's broom with her stick, and he knew what she wanted to do. Oliver swooped in and blocked any other chasers interrupting her pass.

With a good throw, the quaffle landed heavily on his hand before almost dropping the ball. He groaned slightly in pain when he saw Hexley give a slight smirk. 

Nolan looked ready, prepared for Glenn to come. He swerved about, trying to cover all the hoops.

"I would take a heads up if I were you," Glenn warned, but Nolan smirked.

"I'm not falling for it this time, Rosewood." He shifted lower to block the bottom hoops.

Perfect.

Glenn made his arm look like it was going to throw down, but at the last second, he made an overarm throw at the tallest loop.

Nolan swiftly moved his broom up, but it was too late. The quaffle smoothly sailed through the hoop.

"That's ten points to Gryffindor." The commentator stated.

Glenn smirked broadly at Miller. The Ravenclaw pretended not to be shocked by Glenn's tactic and muttered excuses about why it wasn't his fault.

"Well done, Rosewood." Oliver complimented. "Figure you would be able to fool Miller."

"He's a fool." He said. "Which is a shame. If his incompetnece weren't in the way the game would be more interesting."

[whatwouldvalerydo]

Th🎪 Circus AU - timeline ✨️

While initially I wanted the one shots to be an AU to the AU they ended up making more sense and following their own logic so I decided to have a masterlist of my Circus work (which I will be updating regularly) and in the timeline order.

Certain characters borrowed belong to: @kc-and-co​ @the-al-chemist​ @that-scouse-wizard​ @lifeofkaze​ @slytherindisaster​ @flareshogwarts​ @cursebreakerfarrier​​

The Tragedy - Gareth Farr x Cledwyn Ironwood

One shot

Video

The decision - Angela King x Laurent Yaxley

One shot

Video

The darkness - Jin Watanabe x Clarice Hellebore

One shot

Video

Carnage Circus - Akira Crane x Talia Crane

Intro

Chapter 1 - Main attraction

Chapter 2 - The director

Chapter 3 - The witching hour

Chapter 4 - A different way

Chapter 5 - The flame

Chapter 6 - The bond

Chapter 7 - Not a word

Chapter 8 - Let the games begin

Chapter 9 - To whatever end

Chapter 10 - Against fate

Chapter 11 - The past

Chapter 12 - The seeds of doubt

Chapter 13 - The betrayal 

Chapter 14 - The edge

Chapter 15 - Keeping you

Chapter 16 - Late night show

Chapter 17 - The lovers

Chapter 18 - Old VS new

Chapter 19 - The wish

Chapter 20 - The conclusion

Video

The enemies - Lachlan Murray x Jonathan King

One shot

Video

The revenge - Scarlett Tempest x Phil Baker

One shot

Video

[unfortunate-arrow]

𝓢𝓲𝓸𝓫𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓛𝓵𝓮𝔀𝓮𝓵𝔂𝓷 | HP Victorian Era

→ my half of an aesthetic trade with @kc-and-co

[carewyncromwell]

25. Feeding each other food for Ru and Estrid 😊

25. Feeding each other food (Rustrid)

featuring Estrid Soelberg @thatravenpuffwitch, Galen Stagg @cursebreakerfarrier and Siobhan Llewelyn @kc-and-co💛

If one were to ask a magizoologist what best to feed a kelpie, most would answer that they're omnivores that will eat just about anything, but are very fond of fish, which is one of the two main things they hunt (the other being humans, which obviously is not a good idea to feed any kelpie you plan on domesticating).

If you were to have consulted Galen Stagg in the later years of his life, however, he would probably have smiled fully and immediately suggest apples. And the reason for the wistful, amused grin on his face would be the memory of his good friend Ru stealing apple pie right off of Estrid's fork one day at dinner one night.

"Ru!" Estrid said, startled. "That's mine."

Ru smirked.

"Didn't see your name on it," they said through the big mouthful of food.

"It was bound to happen, with you leaving it out there on your fork like that, Estrid," Siobhan said amusedly.

Galen gave a quiet laugh despite himself. "Hungry animals always pilfer food, when you get distracted."

"I was trying to listen to what you were saying," Estrid huffed.

She tried to scowl, but it was a bit hard, given how big her smile was. Ru was grinning more fully than ever as they lounged across the bench next to Estrid, their arm flopping down on the table as they propped their head up on their hand. They smacked their lips in a rather loud, uncouth kind of way.

"Mm...this is good," Ru said with interest. "Is that apple?"

"Yes," said Estrid.

"Have you never had apple pie before, Ru?" said Siobhan, surprised.

Ru's electric blue eyes flitted up to Siobhan quickly. Estrid could practically feel the pause they took before responding.

"...Well, the folks don't exactly bake a lot," they said gruffly. "Don't really spoil us much either, aside from stuffy dress robes and uncomfortable shoes."

Estrid knew this was a lie of sorts, given the real reason Ru had never had apple pie would've been because apple pie isn't something you can hunt inside or around the Black Lake...but, at the same time, it probably wasn't a complete lie, all the same. The Ollivanders had always been a rather distant and formal to the point of neglect sort of family, and they'd never really paid their youngest child much mind, either before or after Ru took the real Rudolph's place.

Galen smiled. "Well, this pie is a very good one. The elves really have outdone themselves with it."

Ru eyed the remainder of the piece of pie on Estrid's plate with interest. "Hm, yeah..."

Within a moment, they'd reached into their robes and pulled their box camera out of the inside pocket. They then immediately brought up in front of their right eye, peeking through it at Estrid's plate with single-minded focus.

"Ru," Estrid couldn't help but sigh even as her smile grew wider still, "are you seriously taking a picture of my pie?"

"It's a pie worth remembering," Ru said haughtily.

They frowned deeply as they set about trying to find the right angle, craning their neck and moving from the bench to down to the floor and back.

"Bloody lighting," they muttered more irritably. "If only the ceiling wasn't overcast -- some sun would do these shadows some good..."

They were so focused on what they were doing that they didn't even notice the fork right beside their mouth until Estrid lightly tapped their cheek with it. Ru opened their left eye and was startled to see another piece of apple pie skewered on the end of it and Estrid smiling fully.

"Galen thinks you should be eating dinner, not playing with it," she said airily.

She glanced significantly at Galen, who blushed a rosy pink as he brought his hand away from the apple pie tin that he'd slid across the table to sit in front of Ru. Siobhan was laughing.

Ru cocked their eyebrows very coolly at Estrid. Then, very slowly and pointedly, and while keeping eye contact with her the entire time, the kelpie leaned in and brought the fork into their mouth, sliding the pie off the prongs into their mouth and eating it. Once they'd swallowed the pie, they smacked their lips, smirking fully.

"...I can multitask," Ru said just as coolly in return.

Finally, breaking eye contact with Estrid at last, they then whipped back around to look through their camera at her pie. Estrid bowed her head, unable to bite back a laugh herself.

"So am I just not going to get my pie back?" she asked amusedly.

"Not until I'm happy with the shot," Ru shot back mischievously. After a moment, they added, "I'll, uh...take another piece, though -- if you and Galen are really so determined to make me eat while I work."

Estrid shook her head, but she smiled all the same as she cut Ru another piece of pie, skewered it with her fork, and offered it to them. Only once Ru had found a good resting position for their camera so that it wouldn't move when they looked up did they shift over enough to once again nip it off Estrid's fork and eat it, licking and smacking their lips happily, before looking back through the viewfinder.

"You do realize everyone's going to think you two are going steady all the more, after this," Siobhan teased them.

"Shut it," both Ru and Estrid said dully.

Relationship Prompts!

[catohphm]

Pure blood supremacy, woof! Danny had the rubbish shoved in his face by professor Black, and it doesn’t too well for his socialization. Poor boy fears such a repressive and incompetent authority figure. He at least feels secure to travel with his fellow Ravenclaws. Quietly witnessing the exchange between Mandy and Prim, Danny looked glaringly at the Parkinson. Inside, he was concerned for Prim but the disdain for the prejudiced ways showed more because of his shell.

This was a good introduction for Prim and Mandy’s rivalry/conflict that showed how ruthless and trouble-rousing pure-blood supremacy can be at the surface^^

Primrose Gray's Legacy, Act One: The Younger Years, Chapter Seven: Sacred Purebloods

A/N: Another chapter done! This one wasn't my favourite for obvious reasons, but I enjoyed the ride and writing Prim again after months of block. Please read the TWs before reading. Enjoy!!

Summary: Primrose meets a certain pureblood... and its concept

TW: There is a verbal bullying scene, reader's discretion is advised

OCs featured: Siobhan Llewellyn ( @kc-and-co ) Roxie Haley ( @mjs-oc-corner ) Georgia Coventry ( @camillejeaneshphm ) Henry of Alderly, Malcolm and Estelle Stolberg-Burke

MCs mentioned: Ominis Gaunt & Sebastian Sallow

Word Count: 1.3k

Taglist: @gaygryffindorgal @nicos-oc-hell @camillejeaneshphm @hphmmatthewluther @catohphm @thatravenpuffwitch @magicallymalted

Primrose’s time at Hogwarts had been enlightening and fascinating so far. She had heard tales from her father over the summer, but they did not do justice to what she witnessed so far. She had also had made good friends, and she walked with them as they chatted, save Danny, who was a bit quiet, but again, so was she, too starstruck by such a magnificent architecture, Norman architecture if she wasn’t wrong.

“’Ey, lady, hurry up if you want to catch a good seat in Potions’ class!” Shouted Siobhan Llewellyn, her dormmate.

Dormmate. It was an odd thing, really. Her status had never allowed her to share her bedroom for more than one weekend, which was excitingly new for her. She nevertheless welcomed the adventure and journey of it.

With an encouraging smile from another dormmate, Roxie, she came into the greenhouse, beautifully decorated with all kinds of plants and decoration of the sorts. She closed her eyes, holding onto the feelings. Sitting beside Roxie, she listened intently to the teacher, wanting to impress her.

She heard a giggle behind her, and found the most beautiful girl she’d ever seen so far: with beautiful dark hair, intriguing dark eyes and dressed in green robes, she looked over Primrose’s group and snorted, and Primrose, in her innocence, waved at her, which made her laugh even more. She frowned, not knowing what she did that was so amusing, but didn’t think of it.

After the class, she and Roxie commented the class and its teacher: it was certainly interesting.

As they crossed the doors to the flying class, the group of the girl bumped on them, laughing out loud. Primrose then understood that they were laughing at her. Roxie shook her head “Honestly, such arrogance only for blood.”

“Blood?” Primrose asked “Whatever you mean?”

“Don’t you know? About blood status here?” She frowned further. She had known status as the title and wealth one bragged about, and a bloodline, but blood per se? That was just nonsense! “Most of these Slytherins are purebloods, meaning their lines trace back to purebloods and even powerful wizards. Not one muggle has infected their blood.” She whispered “Some even marry within the family just to keep it pure!”

Primrose cringed, the thought of marrying her own blood making her skin crawl. There had been marriages between second and third cousins, it was not uncommon, but after the fate of the Habsburgs, everyone started marrying outside the ton, thank god. But it seemed like the wizarding society was much different, still deep in such prejudices. Was that girl laughing at her only because of her blood?

“Don’t pay much attention to it, though. It’s just nonsense!”

Siobhan pitched in “They’re all crass and arrogant. Dinna listen to what they say. ‘Tis all just bullcrap!” Primrose raised her eyebrows at such language “Pardon me. Force of habit.”

“It’s alright, Shiv. I was just caught off-guard.”

“Alright, everyone, gather ‘round!” The teacher called. Everyone but what she knew as the sultana gathered around the brooms. Primrose observed it, finding it curious and intriguing. “Excuse me, miss—,”

“Sultana,” she corrected, and Primrose swore she heard a snort “to you.”

“Right. Sultana, you ought to partake in the class like the rest.”

The girl scoffed, holding her head high “I will not partake in heresy. Do with that information what you want.”

“Sultana, if you do not engage in the class, I will have to send you to detention.”

The young sultana didn’t budge, facing off against the old teacher. Finally, they sighed, sending her away, though Primrose doubted that she would go to the dungeons.

“Right, everyone, I want you to hold out your hand and say ‘up!’.”

Some got it right, the girl among them, and after seven tries, Primrose got the hang of it “Up!” She commanded, and it came to her hand. She laughed, feeling victorious.

“Please, I got it in the first try.”

Primrose turned around and finally faced her “What is your problem with me, exactly?”

The girl sneered “Your blood is stained with Muggle blood. Poor of your father, going as low as a mud-blood.”

“Call me what you want, I do not care, but watch your tone when you speak of my mother.” Primrose’s blue eyes were celestial fire.

“Or what?”

She grabbed her tunic and looked at her into the eye “I will cut off your tongue and feed it to the beasts in the lake.” Her tone was threatening and as cold as ice.

“Y-You’re bluffing.”

She got closer, nose-to-nose, and chuckled bitterly “Do I look like I am bluffing to you?”

Mandy was about to do something when a familiar blonde head grabbed her hand and pushed her down “Why don’t you mess with someone your own size, Parkinson?”

“Georgia?”

“Y-Your Grace…” Mandy breathed.

“Leave before I grab you by the hair.”

Mandy left towards her friends, tail between her legs, and Primrose embraced her friend “I did not see you at the welcoming feast!”

“We were both busy bees. Now, let’s get back to class before we get into trouble.”

“So, your family is all pureblood?” Primrose asked as they ate their lunch in the gardens.

“Yes, though unlike Mandy, we don’t usually brag about it. We are proud, but not at such level.”

“That is her name?”

“Mandy Parkinson? Yes.”

Henry soon found them and joined them, looking overwhelmed. Georgia looked at him curiously, but Primrose dismissed it “Harry! How was your day?”

“Well, it wasn’t so bad,” he nibbled on his lunch “though this is all… overwhelming. It’s good that I have you girls. And Lord Stolberg-Burke.”

They all agreed, and just then, the Stolberg-Burkes appeared into scene. Greeting everyone, Malcolm joked “I heard my name and thought, ‘good heavens, what have I done now?’”

Everyone chortled or laughed, and Primrose admitted “We were just commenting on how thankful we are that you are not a pureblood like Mandy.”

Malcolm’s mouth twisted “I feared you’d learn about it the wrong way. It is true that the ideal of the pureblood supremacy is common, but many other purebloods don’t think it that way. They even scorn it, like the Gaunts.”

Primrose looked at him curiously “Do tell me more.”

“Well, do you know Ominis Gaunt?” He asked.

“Yes. He’s got quite the set of eyes.”

“Primrose… he’s blind.”

Her cheeks turned crimson “Oh… that does make sense.”

“And the Sallows, they are proud as well, but the eldest, Sebastian, scorns it as well. You see, simply because one or a few fit into the mould, it does not mean that it applies to everybody. We do have our pride, just like you do. The British nobility is infamous, but you do not fit into said mould, do you?”

“Of course not!” She was honestly offended that he’d even doubt it.

“There you have it. There is always more than meets the eye, we just have to be willing to see it.”

“Couldn’t have described it better.” Estelle smiled.

“Not to mention that Henry is the great example that royalty is not all proud and stuck-up people who marry each other.”

“Georgia, no here!” He mumbled, looking around, seeing if anyone overheard.

As the conversation moved elsewhere, Primrose realised that, purebloods, like nobles, had ranks within them. Some families’ ‘purity’ was mire sacred than the ones who weren’t free of Muggleborn blood, just like nobles who hadn’t been ‘soiled’ with lower classes blood or a rank below a viscount, or the ones who had married for love rather than status. One could choose whether to try fit the mould… or choose your happiness and what brings you joy.

And she wouldn’t let an entitled brat take away her experience here.

[whatwouldvalerydo]

In case I don’t make it to even wish you all happy holidays I will present you with a draft for what I wanted originally for Carnage Circus. Hopefully between holidays I can perfect the idea in my head. Until then, enjoy the very beginnings @the-al-chemist @lifeofkaze @kc-and-co @that-scouse-wizard @cursebreakerfarrier

[unfortunate-arrow]

𝐎𝐂 𝐱 𝐎𝐂 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: A Masterlist — 1870s-1950s

An open offer for oc x oc interactions for all of my HP OCs and the types of relationships that they’re open for! This also functions as a masterlist for my Hogwarts dorms. In addition, everyone featured will only get one tag to avoid breaking the post.

Interactions for ocs born between the 1960s & 2010s can be found here.

The preference is for mutuals and the ability to slip it the (few) storylines. If any of them strike your interest, please comment, reblog, send an ask, or DM and specify with the OCs’ names.

Extra Info:

Total Number of OCs: 17

Number of OCs Open for Dormmates: 11 & a half as two boys are in the same dorm

Number of OCs Open for Friendships: 15

Eras: HPHL, Victorian, WW1 & FBAWTFT

𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙰𝙲𝚈 𝙴𝚁𝙰

Orla O’Rourke

born september 6, 1873 | virgo

slytherin | pureblood | irish | infj | enneagram type 5w4

eldest of three and the great-grandmother of the o’donnell quads

pragmatic dreamer

trying her best, while clinging to doing what’s right for her and her family

translator of ancient runes

Love Interest: Cillian Lynch

Dorm: Orla | Helen Walsh (@camillejeaneshphm) | Cecilia Balinor (endlessly-cursed) | Maura Devitt (@mjs-oc-corner) | Ema McGilligundy (kc-and-co)

Open for: Friendships

Cillian Lynch

born march 5, 1874 | pisces

slytherin | pureblood | irish | entj | enneagram type 3

older twin and does not have a good relationship with his twin, it’s very antagonistic

great-grandfather of the o’donnells

started hogwarts in the third year

it’s very difficult to tell what cillian’s actual beliefs are and he’s not even sure himself

an extrovert who prefers to be alone

can be very defensive and has a lot of negative defense mechanisms

really hard to get to know and understand

appraiser of magical artifacts

Love Interest: Orla O’Rourke

Dorm: Cillian | Frederick Lavigne (slytherindisaster) |Bradford Pendleton (kc-and-co) | Elias Quintin (@amerrymystery)

Open for: Friendships, frenemies, and rivals

Tadhg Lynch

born march 5, 1874 | pisces

gryffindor | pureblood | irish | istp | enneagram type 7w6

does not get along with the rest of his family and has a very antagonistic with his twin brother, cillian

has a close knit group of friends that he thinks of as siblings

doing his best but in the most chaotic way possible

plays keeper on the gryffindor quidditch team

cursebreaker

has two timelines: the canon one where he dies in his early 20s and the au where he lives

Love Interest: Niamh Kelly

Dorm: Tadhg | Gabriel Sapieha (slytherindisaster) | Roel Leeuwenhoek (hufflefluffs)

Open for: Friendships

Niamh Kelly

b. february 9, 1875 | aquarius

ravenclaw | muggleborn | irish | enfp | enneagram type 7w8

grew up on a farm where she learned both men’s and women’s work

determined not to be constrained by the restrictions and expectations for women of the time

friendly, kind, intelligent, stubborn

ravenclaw prefect for her year, but is friends with a lot of the students in the year above her

she’s someone that you can count

auror

Love Interest: Tadhg Lynch

Dorm: Niamh | Primrose Gray (endlessly-cursed) | Siobhan Llewelyn (kc-and-co) | Gwen Archeron (@thatravenpuffwitch) | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 1 dormmate

Vincent Fitzroy

b. october 4, 1875 | libra

slytherin | muggleborn | english | irish | entp | enneagram type 8

first cousin once removed to queen victoria — illegitimate son of an actress and victoria’s fictional first cousin, prince peter augustus (the son of the fictional sixteenth child of king george iii and princess amelia’s twin, prince charles augustus)

thief and conman

guarded and trying to be better than his past

very charming when he wants to be and it’s kinda vincent’s natural way

feels very out of place in slytherin thanks to the pureblood ideals they espouse

career is tbd

Love Interest: Brianna O’Rourke

Dorm: Vincent | Tiernan O’Rourke Jr. | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, rivals, 3 dormmates

Brianna O’Rourke

b. march 26, 1876 | aries

hufflepuff | pureblood | irish | infp | enneagram type 9

youngest of three children, orla’s little sister

a twin with a brother in slytherin

an idealistic dreamer who refuses her father’s attempts at arranging her marriage

the first hufflepuff in her family in over three generations

the not-so perfect daughter who has a very strained and antagonistic relationship with her mother

hatstall between hufflepuff and slytherin

a sweetheart with a big, but guarded, heart

Love Interest: Vincent Fitzroy

Dorm: Brianna | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 4 dormmates

𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 𝙴𝚁𝙰

Max Pembroke

b. october 31, 1880 | scorpio

hufflepuff | half-blood | welsh | irish | istp | enneagram type 5w6

oldest of three and very protective of his little sisters

seeker of the hufflepuff quidditch team

dog lover with an allergy to cats

homebody

on the serious side

smuggles a puppy, stanley, into hogwarts in his second year

plays professional quidditch as seeker for the caerphilly catapults and then the kenmare kestrels

Love Interest: Ivy Anders (@kc-and-co)

Dorm: Max | Jim Hexley (@the-al-chemist) | Lysander Mercury (slytherindisaster) | Jesse Seymour (endlessly-cursed) | OPEN

Open for: 1 dormmate

Georgie Parsons

b. january 31, 1881 | aquarius

gryffindor | muggleborn | irish | indian | enfj | enneagram type 1w9

older sister of divya parsons (endlessly-cursed)

dog lover and the owner of a corgi named bertie

guarded and almost always wearing a brave face

takes all of her responsibilities very seriously

puts others’ needs ahead of her own

made a prefect in her fifth year

lost both her parents before the age of 18

doing the best she can, but always feeling like she’d failing inside

eventually becomes a lawyer

Love Interest: Angelo della Rovere (@potionboy3)

Dorm: Georgie | Seraphina Hopper (thatravenpuffwitch) | Eleanor Parkmoore (@ellie-e-marcovitz) | Carmine Elderberry (potionboy3) | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 1 dormmates

Edmund Kennedy

b. april 10, 1881 | aries

gryffindor | pureblood | irish | english | estj | enneagram type 1

oldest of eight children with a twin sister

has been the man of the house since the age of 11

bisexual but doesn’t know it

has a very analytical mind

answers to both ed and ned, but generally prefers to be edmund

has the ability to see thestrals after watching his dad die when he was eleven

likes numbers because they’re rigid and have no expectations

made a prefect in his fifth year and then named headboy in his seventh year

works for the ministry’s treasury department in varying capacities

Love Interest: Lottie Gallagher (@slytherindisaster)

Dorm: Edmund | Adonis Demiurgos (endlessly-cursed) | Cyrus Northrup (ellie-e-marcovitz) | Oliver Gerard (kc-and-co) | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, rivals, 1 dormmates

Minerva Kennedy

b. april 10, 1881 | aries

ravenclaw | pureblood | irish | english | entp | enneagram type 9w8

oldest daughter and the second of eight children

has a very creative mind

hates being called min or minnie

rarely seen without her notebook

has a quick wit and often has a comeback

always has a book with her and she’s quite fond of muggle and gothic literature but don’t tell anyone

a writer and eventually a published author

Love Interest: Adonis Demiurgos (@endlessly-cursed)

Dorm: Minerva | Sara Rosier (endlessly-cursed) | Genevieve Davenport (gaygryffindorgal) | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, rivals, and 2 dormmates

Simon Battersea

b. june 21, 1881 | gemini

hufflepuff | muggleborn | irish | american | istj | enneagram type 9w1

hemophiliac

the earl of wexford and usually goes by wex or wexford

third of four children with two older brothers who passed away in a house fire when he was nine

has been the earl since he was nine and never expected to be the earl

his guardian tries to kill him a couple times and simon was emancipated at the age of nineteen

serious and cautious

he’s the last earl of wexford due to ireland gaining its independence from england

Love Interest: Nilüfer Sultan (@endlessly-cursed)

Dorm: Simon | Henry of Alderly (gaygryffindorgal) | Fintan Hopper (thatravenpuffwitch) | Colin Moss (@usernoneexistent) | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 1 dormmate

William Devlin

b. july 5, 1881 | cancer

ravenclaw | muggleborn | english | irish | isfp | enneagram type 4w5

illegitimate son of a viscount and has a complex about that

awkward and quiet and generally keeps to himself

during his years at hogwarts, william’s engaged to primrose gray (endlessly-cursed) which ends in their seventh year

played seeker on the ravenclaw quidditch team while at school

artist

Love Interest: Josie Edwards (@slytherindisaster)

Dorm: William | Oscar Erdstern (cursed-herbalist) | Anthony Hawthorne (gaygryffindorgal) | Eliot Gerard (kc-and-co)

𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳 𝚆𝙰𝚁 𝙸 𝙴𝚁𝙰

Ophelia Lovell

b. november 3, 1892 | scorpio

hufflepuff | half-blood | english | irish

linus’s older half-sister

joins world war i ‘cause her older brother, eugene, did and wants to make sure that he comes back alive — she fails at this

starts working as a nurse in wwi before being recruited into the owl airforce a year later

honestly just trying her best

probably ends up becoming a journalist

bisexual

often underestimated because she’s a woman in the early 1900s

single mother and widow after her husband dies in the war

she’s still in the early stages of being developed into a main oc, so i may add to this later

Love Interest: Klara Belikova (@gaygryffindorgal) ; Patrick Simmons (@potionboy3)

Dorm: Ophelia | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 4 dormmates

Linus Sullivan

b. november 26, 1893 | saggitarius

wampus | muggleborn | american | infj | enneagram type 6

raised by a single mother

ophelia’s half-brother

does not agree with macusa’s rappaport law and repeatedly violates which means he’s being chased by hit wizard ralph myers

from new york state but not nyc

worked as a newsie after his mother died

soldier in the canadian army but eventually ends up in colm’s company

in regards to personality, he’s colm’s foil

fan of muggle american sports and uses american slang (such as no-maj)

an amateur artist with a penchant for comic strips

Love Interest: Maritza Krum (@potionboy3)

Dorm: Linus | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 4 dormmates

Colm O’Shea

b. august 27, 1894 | virgo

gryffindor | half-blood but assumed muggleborn | irish | catholic | estp | ennegram type 6w5

irish republican and a supporter of the anglo-irish treaty of 1921

almost always talking and yet you know nothing about him

played keeper during his time at hogwarts

nicknamed cloverboy during the war

beefs with the english government and is not discreet about it

an intelligence operative for the ministry from 1914 to 1922

quidditch coach for the newly formed ireland national team

Love Interest: Ione Avery (@cursed-herbalist)

Dorm: Colm | Rory O’Neill | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 3 dormmates

𝙵𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲 ����𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚃𝚂

Rory O’Neill

b. may 8, 1894 | taurus

gryffindor | muggleborn | irish | istj | enneagram type 6w5

played chaser and then seeker while at hogwarts and eventually became gryffindor’s quidditch captain

he’s a widower as his first wife, frannie, died from complications during childbirth which means that he’s a single father

his son is number one priority most of the time

former street kid who grew up on the streets of belfast

closed off and hard to know

played seeker for the ballycastle bats and eventually he becomes one of the bats’ coaches

Love Interests: Francesca Ashby ; Ethel Malinda (@gaygryffindorgal)

Dorm: Rory | Colm O’Shea | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Aisling Lynch

b. april 22, 1907 | taurus

hufflepuff | half-blood | irish | isfp | enneagram type 6w7

tadhg lynch and niamh kelly’s daughter

was named prefect in her fifth year and headgirl in her seventh

eldest of three

her parents’ child with her father’s reserved nature and her mother’s desire to move outside of the women’s roles of the time

likes to see new things

travels extensively as a young woman due to a bad case of wanderlust

aurologist

Love Interest: Jojo Sapieha (@slytherindisaster)

Dorm: Aisling | Willa Stagg (kc-and-co) | Jocelyn Somerest (endlessly-cursed) | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 2 dormmates

[the-al-chemist]

The Beginning of a Symphony - Chapter 32

A/N: a bonus chapter this week in honour of Héloïse’s birthday, and to continue on from yesterday’s mess…

OCs featured/mentioned: Ivy Anders, Shiv Llewelyn, Brady Pendleton @kc-and-co, Gwen Archeron, Adelia Selwyn @thatravenpuffwitch, Henry Lovecraft, Carolyn Nyberg, Selene Fraser @lifeofkaze, Lysander Mercury @slytherindisaster, Maxwell Pembroke @unfortunate-arrow

Warnings: more of the idiots, this time they’re being cute.

February 1897

Now that she had been at Hogwarts long enough to have made friends, Héloïse’s birthday was shaping up to be far better than the year before. The festivities had started at precisely midnight, with Gwen and Siobhan staying up long into the early hours to celebrate with her, and once they awoke at sunrise, they had warmed themselves against the cold February morning with hot chocolate whilst Héloïse opened the small flurry of gifts and letters from her grandmother and other friends.

“Look like someone else has something for you,” whispered Gwen, nodding her head in the direction of the entrance. Héloïse looked up from the book of folktales she had been given by Henry and followed Glen’s line of sight to see that Jim Hexley was making his way towards them, the corner of an envelope poking out of his breast pocket.

Héloïse’s heart gave a small flutter. She had not even told Jim that it was her birthday, but it appeared that he had discovered the fact himself, and gone to the effort of finding or making a card or small gift for her. The very idea of the gesture made her lips curve upwards, but as she directed her smile at Jim himself, he stopped abruptly in his path, jerked his head, and turned and sped away, leaving the Great Hall entirely.

“Oh,” said Héloïse, her smile faltering and chest tightening. Shiv and Gwen both exchanged looks of confusion and concern.

“What a strange man,” Shiv muttered. “Matilda, are you-”

“I am alright.”

“Are you sure? You seem-”

“I have said this already, no?” Héloïse said, sharper than she had intended. She took a breath and returned to her book. “I am content.”

This was, of course, untrue. She had been perfectly content until several moments earlier, but now she was confused, disappointed, and more than anything, frustrated. After all, she had been having a perfectly wonderful birthday until a few moments previously. She had several friends to celebrate with, why was she so upset over just one of them not joining in?

Still, Shiv and Gwen did not push the matter, and so they spent the rest of breakfast quietly drinking hot chocolate and tea, until they were joined by a rather windswept-looking Ivy Anders, who took the seat next to Gwen with her wide eyes fixed on the pile of gifts in the centre of the table.

“Oh my,” she said breathlessly. “Someone has a lot of admirers!”

Shiv wrinkled her nose. “What are you havering about?”

“The gifts, of course. It is Saint Valentine’s Day, after all.”

“Aye, but these aren’t Valentines. They’re for Matilda’s birthday.”

“It’s your birthday?” Ivy turned to Héloïse, who nodded her head silently. Ivy beamed at her. “Many happy returns. Are you having a party?”

“I do not think so, no.”

“Well, that simply will not do. We shall have a tea party later. Greenhouse One at three o’clock? I’ll prepare the refreshments. What sort of cakes are your favourite?”

The look in Ivy’s eyes was earnest, and when Héloïse looked at Gwen and Shiv, they were already nodding their heads in agreement. Héloïse sighed. She had never really liked parties, but she did not want to be ungrateful, either.

“Chocolate,” she told Ivy. “If it pleases you.”

And so, just before three o’clock, the Ravenclaw girls bundled themselves in cloaks and scarves and made their way down to the greenhouses. Inside the first one, several banners had been strung up across the large windows and between the plants, and the workbenches had been cleared of plant pots and soil to make way for several large plates of sandwiches, cakes, and pastries. Héloïse’s eyes widened. She had not expected Ivy to have arranged quite so much in the space of only a few hours.

Héloïse found herself enjoying the party far more than she had expected, too. It was as if Ivy had known that she did not like large crowds, as the group of students gathered in the greenhouse was relatively small, mainly consisting of the other Ravenclaw girls, Henry Lovecraft, the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, Bradford Pendleton, the girls from Adelia and Carolyn’s dormitory, and Jim’s sister Ethel Hexley and her friend Selene. There was only one person not in attendance who Héloïse would have liked to have been there, and that was Jim himself.

“I am afraid that I haven’t the foggiest where my brother is,” Ethel told her, unprompted and through a mouthful of scone. “I expect that he is off sulking somewhere. But really, it is no loss. He is a frightful bore at parties, even more so than the rest of the time. I hope that you are not too disappointed. I should not be if I were you.”

With that, Ethel stuffed the rest of the scone in her mouth and left to have an argument with Lysander Mercury, leaving Héloïse alone, and quite disappointed. Perhaps Jim had not known that morning that it was her birthday, but surely he must have known by now? Ivy was his cousin, and Ethel was here, and Lysander and Maxwell, so why was he not?

Several pots of tea later, the sandwich supply had dwindled, and still there was no sign of Jim Hexley. With each passing minute, Héloïse’s sense of disappointment grew, until, with the sun setting and less than half an hour before the party was due to finish, the door of the greenhouse swung open, and Jim stepped inside, his cheeks flushed pink, fingers gripping the lapels of his coat, and eyes fixed on his shoes.

“Jimmy, you made it!” Ivy exclaimed, picking up a pastry and rushing towards him. “Here, you must try one of these. It’s a pain au chocolat."

Ivy rose onto her tiptoes to mutter something to Jim as she handed him the plate of pastry, and Héloïse averted her eyes. It was strange, but although she had been upset at Jim’s absence and had felt a swelling sensation in her chest at his arrival, this was now giving way to a deep annoyance at his lateness, which she decided to show by stubbornly refusing to talk to him now that he was present.

The party finished without her saying a single word to Jim. Once it was over, however, she stayed to help Ivy tidy up the plates and teacups, and left the greenhouse only to find him waiting outside.

“Sorry, I… I did not wish to give you a fright,” said Jim. Héloïse pursed her lips tightly and said nothing in response. He cleared his throat. “I, um… Happy birthday.”

Héloïse exhaled through her nose before answering, “Thank you.”

“I… I am sorry that I did not wish… that I did not say anything to you earlier today. I did not know that it was your birthday, I thought… Well, I would have said if I had known.”

“Oh,” said Héloïse.

“And I am sorry for my… that I was late to your party,” Jim continued. “I, um, had to… I did not wish to arrive empty-handed. I, er, wanted to get you a gift.”

He reached inside his coat, and pulled out a scroll of pale parchment tied with brown string. Héloïse frowned.

“This is for me?”

“Yes. I am sorry that it is not… Well, it is the best that I could do at short notice. I am afraid that it is not much of a present. It is not framed, but I can always get a frame later if you would like. You may not want one, though, because it is not all that good...”

Héloïse unscrolled the parchment, her eyebrows still furrowed. As it rolled open, it revealed a pencil sketch of a girl with dark hair tumbling over her shoulder in graceful curls, deep concentration etched into her dainty facial features, and dark, curious eyes. The portrait did not move like the ones on the walls at Hogwarts, but every now and then, it seemed that the girl in the drawing’s hair lifted slightly, as if moved by a gentle breeze, and her eyes seemed to sparkle as if they had caught in the light.

“Not so good?” said Héloïse, incredulous. “Jim, this is more than good. It is…” She tilted her head. “Is this me? This girl in the picture?”

Jim nodded. “Yes. It is supposed to be you, anyway. I, er, did not quite manage to capture… The likeness, it is not quite perfect. Something about it - I don’t know what - is, um, not quite right, I know.”

“No. This is not it,” Héloïse shook her head. “I can see that this is me, but…”

“But?”

“But you have made me look beautiful.”

“That’s because you are beautiful.”

Héloïse looked up at Jim, unable to hold back a smile. He had not stuttered at all, and for one single moment that seemed to last an eternity, he held her gaze unwaveringly, his face passive and the look in his eyes sincere.

She felt herself start to blush, and in that moment, the world - like her cheeks - seemed to glow in the hues of soft roses, just as beautiful as she was in the picture Jim had drawn of her.

[catohphm]

Harry Potter Hogwarts Legacy Appreciation Week - Day 4: Favorite Ships by Moots

Hey guys! This is the fourth entry for @endlessly-cursed’s fantastic HPHL Appreciation Week. Today the focus is on other people’s ships! Y’all have made some wonderful couples and friend groups/duos! There are so many of them that again it is a challenge to narrow down which ones will be featured for the post. Anyway here goes:

Tedelia - Adelia Selwyn @thatravenpuffwitch and @cursebreakerfarrier

Slytherin and Gryffindor in love and getting along like peas and carrots? It’s hard to believe for the common student but if the passion is there it is going to happen. Dear Addy is far from the stereotype of her house and she is so wonderful and compassionate! Teddy and his dormmates are a group of chaotic Gryffindors but they love their gals all the same. Together he and Addy have built a beautiful family with three great kiddos. Danny is a frequent visitor to the Selwyn-Ellison household and he loves Teddy, Addy and their kids so much!! He considers the kids part of his found family just as much as their parents, they’re like nephews and nieces to him and he tries to find them great gifts for their birthdays and Christmas celebrations. Danny has always been close with Teddy and Adelia - he and Teddy are colleagues as aurors and he stops by to see Adelia frequently while working in France. The role that Tedelia has in Danny’s life is why it is number one on this list!

Roxariel - Gabriel Sapieha @slytherindisaster and Roxie Haley @beloved-bucky

This wholesome ship reaches number two spot by a close margin to Tedelia. I cannot decide which should be number two because its more like that it and Tedelia hold equal places in my book. Still this ship is one of my favorites because the gal in here is Danny’s sister figure and best friend Roxie! Gabriel is also a dear friend to him! He is protective of Danny and cares a lot for his well-being, where to he would put himself in harm’s way to keep him safe. The dynamic for Roxariel is unique - I just love how Gabriel and Roxie are still able to love each other so much even though she is a vampire. In a time where racism and supremacy still dominate the wizarding world, this couple can be an example of how minorities can still achieve successful and fulfilling lives just like regular people. Danny is also very grateful to have Gabriel and Roxie in his life and they’re very dear to him - his life would never be complete in their absence.

Galehan - Siobhan Llewelyn @kc-and-co and Galen Stagg @cursebreakerfarrier

Two sweethearts that have it all. Their story is about living life to the fullest. Bonding over a love of magizoology and outdoorsy-ness, Bon-bon and Galen live a very unique and epic lifestyle with many connections around the world. They look over many creature reserves in several countries - one of which is located in the U.S. state of Arizona. Danny vibes with the couple over their appreciation and reverence of the outdoors, reminding him of the better angels of his old home far away. He loves Bon-bon so much and they’ve been best buddies since their Hogwarts days. Galen is such a sweet and soft boy with great compassion and acceptance for minority groups which Danny really appreciates! When working in America he often stays at one of the reserves under the care of Shiv and Galen and is always happy to see them and hear about their latest adventures!

Reubeila - Leila Hellebore @whatwouldvalerydo and Reuben Willows @that-scouse-wizard

While I don’t bring up this ship much it still deserves recognition. Like Roxariel, this ship is another great example of how normally disadvantaged groups in wizarding society are still capable of having romantic feelings, falling in love, getting married and raising a family! Reuben is an awesome quidditch mate of Danny and Leila is a Slytherin lady with demon heritage. Like him they’re both are the type that may seem intimating on the outside but on the inside they’re just amazing friends who do great things for those they know and do their best to give back! 

[endlessly-cursed]

I'm bored so I decided to make a modern 2020s girls, starting with Prim's gals <3

The following are: Primrose Gray (1) Siobhan Llewellyn (2) @kc-and-co Roxanne Haley (3) @beloved-bucky Niamh Kelly (4) @unfortunate-arrow Almira Iverach (5) @cursebreakerfarrier Gwen Archeron (6) @thatravenpuffwitch and Nadia Erbland (7) @gcldensnitch

[hogwartsmysteryho]

Katriona & Marty

And/Or

Siobhan & Nolan

thank you!!!!!!

when marty challenged murphy to a chess match, he recruited katronia as his coach. katronia put him through chess bootcamp, with strategic breakdowns, speed runs, playbooks, and pop quizzes all serving as his training. although marty improved vastly through the katronia bootcamp, it was still not enough to beat murphy in the end. katronia got him a pair of chess socks as a consolation, and marty gave her a #1 coach mug as a thank you

nolan and siobhan aggressively recommend books to each other. like they make it into a competition of who can give the other a better recommendation. nolan genuinely gets angry when he likes a book loaned to him by siobhan, and vice versa. one time nolan tried to mansplain dragonology to siobhan. let’s just say that he won’t be trying that again in any lifetime

[carewyncromwell]

I was starving for some Ru, Estrid, Galen, and Siobhan content, so here are some random incorrect quotes 💙 @thatravenpuffwitch @cursebreakerfarrier @kc-and-co

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[clovermunson]

“If I absolutely have to respect someone on this reserve, it’s Llewelyn, despite how foul-mouthed and confrontational she can be at times.”

-in which William can’t admit that he can tolerate Siobhan, even if she’s just as good of a dragonologist as him (if not just a tiny bit better)

i still can’t get over these two hot-headed dorks eventually bonding over dragons, it’s too much for my cold little heart

the lovely Siobhan belongs to the equally lovely @kc-and-oc💕

[the-al-chemist]

The Beginning of a Symphony - Chapter 28

A/N: Héloïse gets pink-cheeked from the cold. Definitely the cold. Nothing else.

OCs mentioned: Henry Lovecraft @lifeofkaze, Siobhan Llewelyn @kc-and-co

Warnings: idiots in love (one of whom really is far too clever for this trope)

January 1897

Exactly one year had passed since Héloïse had first arrived at Hogwarts. The sky above the castle was as grey and the snow-driven grounds as bleak as they had been the first time she had set eyes on them, but something had definitely changed - or, at least, was in the process of changing. She felt that now more than ever before.

Returning to her grandmother’s château for the summer had set back Héloïse’s adjustment into this life considerably, and so she had graciously declined the offer of doing the same over the Christmas holidays. Instead, she had spent Christmas at the castle with just a handful of other students. It had been a dreary prospect, but the way Héloïse saw it, she could not risk another deterioration in her English skills. And, once her lessons had ceased, the majority of the students left the school, and the daily hustle and bustle given way to a quiet emptiness, she had found it far easier to focus her efforts on her own learning.

She had not been entirely alone, either, for her friend Henry Lovecraft had also remained at the castle. An avid reader like herself, the two of them had spent hours each day reading and discussing books in the library and Ravenclaw common room, and being a year her senior, he had been able to assist her with the schoolwork with which she had fallen behind. Now that the new term had begun, the other students had returned, and lessons had recommenced, Héloïse was able to see how much good the experience had done her. Her English may not yet be as good as she would have liked it to be, and Siobhan Llewelyn’s accent continued to mystify her at times, but at least she no longer felt as if she were sinking further into a quagmire with each passing day, and was finally appreciating Hogwarts for its quirks, idiosyncrasies, and everyday magical marvels.

A little over a week into the new term, as she was examining and admiring the visible mechanism of the clock in the clock tower early one morning, she noticed someone step out into the courtyard below, several layers bundled around them to protect them against the cold. They walked out across the courtyard and stepped onto the covered bridge, where they disappeared from view.

Héloïse frowned. It really was bitterly cold outside, the sun had only just began to rise, and the snow was almost a foot deep in places. Other than the students in the Quidditch teams, who Héloïse would never understand, no one would venture outside at this time of the morning of their own volition. So, what was this stranger’s business, she wondered?

The stranger must have stopped under the cover of the wooden bridge, for after almost ten minutes of watching the bridge, Héloïse had yet to see them emerge from either side of it. Her curiosity piqued, she wrapped her own cloak tightly around herself, descended the stairs, and followed them out to the wooden bridge. When she got there, she found that the stranger was not a stranger at all.

“Jim?”

At the sound of his name, Jim Hexley almost flinched. His body tensed, he turned his face away from the grounds, blinked three times, and snapped the book in his hands shut so quickly that the movement seemed almost reflexive. As his eyes settled on Héloïse, his posture became less stiff, but he did not appear to relax, for he began to shuffle his weight on his feet and use one finger to tap on the spine of the book in his hands, which Héloïse now recognised as the one she had sent him as a Christmas gift.

“You are drawing?” she asked him, nodding her head at the sketchbook.

“Yes, I, er… Well, I… Yes.”

“But it is so cold!”

“Ah, well,” Jim cleared his throat, “I do not mind the… That is to say, the cold is of little matter. Not when it comes to the light.”

“I do not understand.”

“Um… No, I suppose not. But look, here.” Awkwardly, Jim shuffled sideways to make room for Héloïse to stand beside him, which she did. “The sunrise, it casts light over the grounds in such a way that… You know, the angle of it and the quality of it, it… Well, the only time you can attempt to capture the grounds in such a light is at sunrise. It is colder, yes, but… but the cold and the mist add to the… to what it is I wish to recreate on paper. Attempt to recreate, anyway.”

“I think that I am knowing your meaning now, yes,” said Héloïse. She looked at the sketchbook in Jim’s hand. She would have been able to understand his meaning far better if he were to show her his drawing, but the way he tightened his grip on the book once her curious gaze settled on it made her think that it would be unwise to tell him as much. Instead, she asked him, “The book, it is quite suitable for you, no?”

“Oh, yes. Quite suitable, indeed. Very suitable,” Jim nodded. “It is… It’s a fine sketchbook. The quality of the paper, and the binding, it… It was incredibly thoughtful of you.”

Héloïse shrugged. “It is of nothing.”

“Hardly nothing!” Jim almost laughed. Héloïse pursed her lips.

“What is amusing?”

“Nothing. I am not… It is just… This is not nothing at all, it must have cost… It must have been expensive.”

“I do not mind this. It is a gift.”

“And I appreciate the gift.”

“But what?”

Jim cleared his throat. “Well, I do not wish to seem ungrateful, because I am grateful - truly grateful - but you really did not need to have gone to the expense.”

“Oh,” Héloïse frowned. “You did not wish for a gift?”

“I do not mean… That is… I did not ask for a gift. But I am glad that you did give one. And I am grateful for it, it is just… This gift, it is rather expensive. I feel a little guilty.”

“Why?”

“Because, I… I did not get you anything.”

“I see,” Héloïse nodded. “But you have more friends, and I have more money.”

Jim’s eyebrows furrowed, and his mouth dropped open slightly. “Er…”

“It is true, no? It is the same as you and your light, and me and this cold.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t…”

Héloïse sighed. “This book, it is too expensive for you to buy for yourself, no?”

“No. I mean, yes. Sorry.”

“But for me, I have money. So, for me, this is of nothing, because I have little friends here. You have many friends and family, so you think that to have a friend is of nothing. Now, are you understanding?”

“In a way, yes,” said Jim. “But I do not think that having a friend is of… You are not worth nothing. You…”

He took a deep breath, his eyes screwed shut. Héloïse tilted her head to one side.

“Jim, are you feeling well?”

“No. Yes. Yes, I am quite well, I just… Héloïse.”

“Yes?”

“I wanted to ask you, er… something.”

“Yes?”

“Do you think you might… might like it if… That is, would you maybe wish for - or not even wish, just… Well, would you mind it terribly if I were to… to…”

Héloïse frowned as Jim closed his eyes again. When he opened them, he inhaled as if preparing to speak again, but the breath seemed to catch in his throat, and he said nothing.

“Jim, what is wrong?”

“Nothing, I just… I was… I…”

“What is it that you are wanting?”

“To ask you… To ask if I may…” His eyes did not meet hers, they roamed around as if trying to look anywhere but at her face. When they finally settled on something, it was on the sketchbook in his hands. “Sketching!” he exclaimed. “I, er… I would like to draw you. A portrait of you. One day. Maybe. Yes. If you wouldn’t mind my doing so, that is.”

Héloïse felt the colour rise in her cheeks. “A portrait of me? Why?”

“Er… Well, because you gave me the sketchbook. And I can think of nothing… of no better way to honour the gift than to have a sketch of you inside it.”

“Oh,” Héloïse shrugged. “You are so anxious, I was thinking it might be something… worse.”

“Ah, um… No. No, not at all,” said Jim, shaking his head. “You do not have to say-”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes,” repeated Héloïse, with another shrug. “I am contented with this.”

“Oh. Um, good.”

Neither of them spoke for a few moments, but Jim continued to shift his weight and stroke the binding of the sketchbook with a forefinger. Across the grounds, the sun was rising, its beams filtering through the wintry morning mists to bathe the castle in a light that was almost ethereal. No wonder Jim had braved the cold in order to sketch, Héloïse thought.

“The light,” she said. “You wanted to…”

“Hm? Oh, yes. Yes, sorry.”

“Sorry. I am… keeping you. Good day, Jim.”

“Good day, Héloïse.”

Héloïse shivered as she walked back along the bridge towards the clock tower. Before she stepped back out into the courtyard, she smiled and called back over her shoulder:

“Jim?”

Jim lifted his head from his hands. “Yes?”

“This drawing of me… I am hoping that you will allow me to see this, one day.”

“One day, perhaps.”

Héloïse laughed and returned inside, her smile unfading and face still flushed pink from the cold, her core tingling with a sensation akin to that of a thousand butterflies taking flight.