#Slytherins are the Bennets

[aniimamundi]

Pride & Prejudice - A Drarry tale

(btw while the war happens in this AU, Vince is still alive. As is Fred Weasley. Inspired by P&P but there are some deviations. I know Elizabeth Bennet was never declared a delinquent by the justice system 😅)

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Chapt 2: Young Penitents

Draco Malfoy’s daily community service with YPISSED-Young Penitents in Service Supplying Effective De-gnoming had only just begun and he was already dizzy from swinging around his twelfth gnome. 

“Ouch! Fucker!” Beside him, Blaise yelped as a particularly vicious gnome almost bit his finger off. “At this rate, we’ll still be at it by evening,” he complained, looking pointedly at Greg and Vincent. The two had been whispering and giggling since the last fifteen minutes, not doing any work, while Theo had been glaring at them, shaking his head in disapproval, also not doing any work.

“Oi! Knobheads!” Draco shouted. “We could use some help here.”

Vince whispered something in Greg’s ear and the two giggled again, before doing a skippy little run towards Draco and Blaise. Theo glumly followed behind.

“If you do our share of the gnomes today, Greg and I will tell you our secret,” said Vince, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

Draco rolled his eyes at him. “Tempting. But you know what’s a better idea? Do your own gnomes and don’t tell us your secret.”

“Spoilsport,” Greg grumbled, before turning to Blaise. “Blaise, wouldn’t you want to kno–”

“Ronald Weasley is moving to the neighbourhood,” Theo declared in a toneless voice. “Greg and Vince mean to whore themselves out for his attention since he’s rich now.”

“Theo! You spoiled our surprise,” Vince shoved him, although he noticeably didn’t deny the accusation. 

“Vince, Greg,” Blaise addressed them, more patiently than the two deserved. “The Weasleys wouldn’t want anything to do with us, so I don’t think we should be excited about them moving in.”

“But your mother said he’s rich now, and not promised to anyone. He’ll be looking for a wife. Or a husband.”

“Plus there were rumours that he is hung!”

Blaise sighed. “He hates us –”

“Your mother said bygones are –”

Draco stepped away from his friends who were all shouting over each other. His heart thudded loudly in his chest. Ron Weasley. Where there was Ron Weasley there was always … No! He couldn’t bear to think about it. About him. He wouldn’t!

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[greenerteacups]

I was just talking with a friend about possible great HP-world tv-shows and we ended up at "Pride and Prejudice in the HP wizarding world" (not the plot of P&P but the vibes; with Slytherin!Mr.Darcy and Gryffindor!Elizabeth (or OR! better yet vice versa)) and I thought you would be such a perfect fit to write it 😍

aw, thanks, that's a fun idea! I feel like Hogwarts AUs for other fandoms used to be more of a thing back in the age of peak Pottermania, and I wonder if they won't end up coming back when the TV show drops.

Darcy is totally a Hufflepuff, though.

[someprideandprejudice]

I’m a Slytherin. I know my people. And Mr. Wickham is my people.

Slytherins, unfortunately, tend to be antagonists, and you could, of a sort, call Mr. Wickham the antagonist of Pride and Prejudice. He used his fine, handsome face and impeccable manners to seduce unsuspecting Elizabeth Bennet and built on the already bad opinion she’d had of Mr. Darcy to make it even worse. While I wouldn’t call him the cause of the story’s main conflict, he had definitely added to it.

The main reason Mr. Wickham did everything he did was for one simple reason: money. While he would have gotten such wealth from the late Mr. Darcy’s will, he was greedy and wanted more, therefore invoking his scheme to marry Miss Darcy to have more access to their wealth. When that plan goes down the drain, he later lies to Elizabeth about the particulars of that event, selling Mr. Darcy as the villain, and immediately endears himself to her while scorning Mr. Darcy. That plan is also foiled when Mr. Darcy explains everything to Elizabeth and Mr. Wickham finally faces reality and decides to marry Lydia instead. In the end he doesn’t get the mass wealth he was going for, only gaining the minimum through the marriage and the connections of the family.

Maybe I’m a sick, sick person, but reading about Mr. Wickham’s schemes was kind of fun. It helps that the story is in a book with a plot and made up characters, but Mr. Wickham’s plans were simple, his acting impeccable, and the people around him terribly dumb.

Namely Elizabeth. I love her… but damn.

Mr. Wickham easily played the polite, respectable gentleman and was easily the heartthrob of the town when he came with the militia. He knew how admired he was and he used it to his full advantage. He played the hurt but kind victim to Elizabeth, playing himself up and Mr. Darcy as the scum of the story, and later spread his rumors to further sully the man’s reputation in the country. The fact that Elizabeth fell for it so easily seriously makes me want to bash my head against a wall since, in hindsight, Mr. Wickham’s manipulation was pretty obvious, though only with context. It was a simple and brilliant plan, credit where credit’s due.

I don’t really believe Mr. Wickham was the main antagonist of Pride and Prejudice. Sure, he was an antagonist, but he was not the big bad villain of the story. Honestly, that title should go to Elizabeth’s presumptions. But either way. Mr. Wickham was a crafty man, a greedy scum, but entirely deserving of his place in Slytherin house.

[shadowtriovibes]

waiting for the gift of sound and vision

Pairing: Gen (Ominis Gaunt & MC & Sebastian Sallow)

Rating: G

Word Count: 2.7K

Summary: request: Could I request Ominis showing a blind muggleborn reader (MC or not your choice) how to navigate with their wand and they show him how to use their cane in return?"

“Truthfully, there aren’t very many of us,” Ominis tells him ruefully. “But I suppose you must have felt very lonely not knowing that there others like you and me at Hogwarts. Are you a first-year, Bennet?” Bennet answers, “Yes. My parents are Muggles, and – and when they found out I have magic, they thought maybe…” He trails off, and Ominis feels the bed shift slightly as the boy kicks his feet anxiously.

It’s barely one week into his sixth year when Ominis finds himself resignedly making his way to the hospital wing.

Of course, he’d just found a peaceful corner of the common room where he could start to work on his first Potions essay of the year without the dictation quill getting confused by a roomful of voices when a soft-spoken second-year student shyly approaches him.

“Yes?” he asks somewhat tersely.

The student, evidently not expecting the blind heir of Slytherin to have noticed her approaching, flinches.

“M-my apologies, Mister Gaunt, sir,” she stammers. “It’s just that, er…”

He sighs softly and puts his quill to the side. He recognizes the girl’s voice from when Nerida had proudly introduced her as her younger sister after the Sorting Ceremony.

“Please, Emmeline,” he sighs softly. “You don’t need to call me ‘sir’ or ‘mister,’ I’m not a professor.”

Nor am I any of my brothers, he thinks bitterly, knowing that they absolutely would have expected a naive young student such as her to show a certain level of deference.

“A-alright, Ominis,” she says softly. “Um, Sebastian Sallow asked me to come find you and tell you that he’s being looked after by Nurse Blainey, and to please bring him the library books by his bed.”

Ominis frowns. “Was he asking you to bring them, or me?”

Emmeline quietly giggles and admits, “Actually, I’m not sure. But I can take them, it’s no problem.”

Smirking, Ominis reaches for his dictation quill and tucks it back into his school bag, along with his untouched parchment. He will not allow his best friend to take advantage of all the schoolgirls with crushes who’ve taken to following him around since the start of term.

“Thank you, Emmeline,” Ominis tells her. “I can take Sebastian his books. In any case, I’d like to learn for myself what nonsense he’s gotten into this time.”

“Are you sure?” she asks, sounding a touch disappointed.

“Yes,” he answers, finally offering her a kind smile. “Go on then, I’m sure you’ve got plenty of Charms homework to attend to.”

Emmeline quickly scurries off while Ominis returns to his dormitory and gathers the books Sebastian had left in a haphazard pile on his bedside table. Given that they haven’t been charmed into Braille, he isn’t exactly sure which books he’s picked up. However, since Sebastian hadn’t been specific, he suspects they aren’t textbooks but rather library books he’s taken out for his own research.

(Though none of them have that unsettling, electric feeling that Salazar Slytherin’s spellbook had when Ominis had first touched it, so he has no reservations about delivering them.)

Ominis gathers the books in the crook of one arm and navigates to the south wing with his wand pointed in front of him. Even if he hadn’t thoroughly memorized the layout of Hogwarts castle by now, his wand still proves to be exceptionally useful in avoiding collisions with distracted students, meddling poltergeists, and even the occasional wall that simply wasn’t there the day before.

When Ominis eventually arrives at the infirmary, he’s pleased to discover that he won’t have to deliver a lecture to Sebastian, seeing as you’ve already got quite the head start.

“Honestly, Seb, you’ve got to be more careful!” he hears you sigh.

“Me?!” he exclaims indignantly. “I’m not the one who decided to bring Fire Crabs to class on the very first week of school!”

“Fire Crabs are O.W.L. standard, Sebastian,” you argue. “Maybe if you hadn’t skipped Beasts so many times last year, you would have remembered how to pick one up without… that happening.”

Ominis can’t see Sebastian’s injuries, but having grown up in the Gaunt household means that he’s unfortunately familiar with the smell of burnt flesh.

“I hear you’ve already started without me,” Ominis says cheekily as he drops Sebastian’s books at the foot of his bed. “Tell me, how serious is it this time? Are we going to lose him?”

“Piss off,” Sebastian drawls tiredly.

“He’s going to be fine in a few hours,” you quickly tell Ominis. “He’s got burns all over his arms from Howin’s Fire Crabs, but Blainey practically dunked him in Dittany salve so he’s just got to stitch up again, essentially.”

Ominis winces. “How colorful.”

“I see you brought my books,” Sebastian observes, pleased. “Cheers.”

“I couldn’t very well let Emmeline do it, could I?” Ominis asks derisively. “Really, Sebastian? Taking advantage of the little ones with crushes, are we?”

“Sebastian Sallow!” you exclaim. “Did you ask Nerida’s sister to fetch your books for you while I stepped away for five minutes?”

“N-no, I definitely meant for Ominis to do it!” Sebastian protests.

Ominis sighs tiredly. Knowing Sebastian, the truth is that he probably didn’t much care how his books wound up in his hands, as long as he had something to occupy his mind.

“Love, I swear,” Sebastian says softly. “Please don’t be mad.”

Ominis listens while you take a slow, even breath, and then you murmur, “Well, I suppose you’ve already been sufficiently punished for being a prat today.”

“That’s fair enough,” he agrees quickly.

Ominis tunes out slightly while Sebastian attempts to coax you into staying and reading to him since he can’t very well hold his books in his bandaged hands. That’s when he first realizes that the three of you aren’t alone in the infirmary.

At the opposite end of the room, someone is crying – the childlike kind of cries that usually come from a twisted ankle or a skinned knee.

“Who’s that over there at the end?” Ominis asks softly, distracting you from Sebastian’s placating.

“Oh, that’s Emmeline’s new friend, Bennet,” you murmur. “She was in here with him when we arrived, but he doesn’t look that hurt.”

You trail off apologetically, and Ominis understands that you were probably too distracted by Sebastian’s burns to have paid much attention to why the small boy was currently sitting on one of the infirmary beds.

With a cursory wave of his wand, Ominis deduces that the figure in Nurse Blainey’s office must be the matron herself. He also realizes that the boy is entirely alone.

“I’ll go have a word with him,” Ominis tells you quietly. “He shouldn’t have to sit all by himself.”

You wordlessly pull Ominis into a quick one-armed hug while Sebastian proudly murmurs, “Go on, mate. That’s very kind of you.”

Wand outstretched, Ominis carefully makes his way over to the small boy so as not to scare him.

“Hello,” he calls out softly. “Are you alright?”

The boy flinches, startled. However, he doesn’t look up.

“S-sorry?” he asks in a young, high voice. “Who’s there?”

Lowering his wand, he introduces himself. “Are you Bennet? I’m Ominis Gaunt. I’m a sixth-year, and those are my friends over there. Do you see?”

From a few beds away, you gently wave over at Bennet and Sebastian nods with a pained-looking grimace.

“...N-no,” the boy whispers. “I can’t see.”

For a moment, Ominis is horrified. What sort of Potions mishap or Charms practice gone wrong could have resulted in this poor boy losing his sight?!

…But then he realizes.

Unbeknownst to him, leaning next to Bennet’s bed is one of the long, white canes that he’s heard of blind Muggles using to navigate the world around them. You hadn’t noticed it earlier in your distraction, and even if Sebastian had, he wouldn’t have understood what it was for.

“You can’t see, hmm?” Ominis asks softly, gently taking a seat on the bed next to the boy. “...Would you like to know something?”

“W-what?” Bennet whimpers, slightly bracing himself.

“I can’t see, either,” Ominis tells him. “I’m blind. Are you blind too?”

Bennet swallows nervously and admits, “Yes. I… I didn’t know there were other people like me here.”

Merlin’s beard, Ominis feels gutted for this boy.

“Truthfully, there aren’t very many of us,” Ominis tells him ruefully. “But I suppose you must have felt very lonely not knowing that there others like you and me at Hogwarts. Are you a first-year, Bennet?”

Bennet answers, “Yes. My parents are Muggles, and – and when they found out I have magic, they thought maybe…”

He trails off, and Ominis feels the bed shift slightly as the boy kicks his feet anxiously.

“Well, I’m sure that Nurse Blainey has told you by now that magic can’t be used to restore sight for those like us who’ve never had it,” Ominis says carefully.

Bennet doesn’t answer, but Ominis hears him sniffle sadly.

Softly, he rests his hand on the middle of the boy’s back. He gently rubs in small circles, like how his aunt had done for him when he was a young boy.

All at once, he remembers how utterly adrift he’d felt at Bennet’s age. Before coming to Hogwarts, he’d felt hopelessly lost in his world. All around him were people that possessed sight, possessed magic… He recalls hoping he’d be gifted with both someday, and then eventually hoping he’d at least achieve the latter.

But so many of them had also all possessed a sort of cruelty that he hoped would never take root inside him the way he’d observed with his parents, and later his brothers.

“But,” Ominis continues. “Magic is very special nonetheless. It can offer ways of… of perceiving that isn’t exactly sight, but can come quite close.”

“Nurse Blainey told me that,” Bennet mumbles grumpily. “It’s like my cane.”

“Your cane?” Ominis repeats. “Is that something you used in the Muggle world?”

“I still have it,” Bennet tells him, feeling around for where he’d left the cane propped against the bedpost.

Bennet leans it toward Ominis for him to feel. Ominis reaches out a hand and traces his fingertips along the smooth, cool surface of the thin cane. It feels… lifeless, honestly. He wonders how in Merlin’s name a young man like Bennet is supposed to use something like this to find his way in the wizarding world.

Then he taps it gently on the ground and feels how it vibrates against the stone floor.

Bennet explains, “It’s supposed to help me not trip or get lost, but…”

The boy sighs, sounding as world-weary as a wizard ten times his age.

“Ah,” Ominis says, chuckling softly. “I think I understand, though I do question how useful something like this would be in a place like Hogwarts.”

“Why do the stairs have to change so often?” Bennet whines. “And some of the doors are portraits. They don’t even have a doorknob! How am I supposed to know when I’m at a door or when I’m just talking to an empty frame?”

“Oh, Bennet,” Ominis says, fighting back an actual laugh. “Believe me, I understand completely.”

After a few moments of silence, Bennet asks him, “Do you have a cane?”

“No,” Ominis answers him. “I’ve never had anything like that, actually.”

In fact, Ominis rather wishes he could have had a cane like Bennet’s when he was a child. Before that fateful day at Ollivander’s with his aunt Noctua, he’d developed a regrettable habit of walking virtually anywhere with his hands gently outstretched, hoping that he’d brush his fingertips against any obstructions before running face-first into them.

(His parents hadn’t wanted him to have any sort of navigational aid that would make him “look like a Muggle,” and he’d been too young for a wand of his own. He hadn’t even been taught Braille until Professor Weasley had taken him aside and shown him how to transfigure his textbooks into textured, raised text that she quickly learned he was unable to read.)

“Then how do you…?” Bennet asks him warily.

Ominis twirls his wand in his long fingers. “Would you like me to show you?”

Bennet holds a hand out expectantly, bumping up against Ominis’ own. In that moment he feels a sort of warmth spread through his body. It’s as if he’s met someone for the first time who speaks the same language as him – one he’d never wanted to learn, one he’d fought so hard against for so long no less.

“This is my wand,” Ominis explains to him in a soft voice. “I’ve had this wand since the summer before my first year of school.”

“I’ve got a wand,” Bennet tells him.

“Did you get it from Ollivander’s shop in London?” Ominis asks, and Bennet hums affirmatively. “Well, you may remember that Mister Ollivander said that each wand ‘chooses’ its witch or wizard, and when you treat your wand correctly, it becomes your best friend.”

(Ominis distinctly remembers those exact words; he’d never had a best friend before.)

“I only know how to do a few things with mine,” Bennet admits. “I can make a feather float and I can turn my books into Braille, but only a few pages at a time.”

“That’s quite impressive for only having been at Hogwarts for a week,” Ominis tells him as he gently bumps his shoulder against the smaller boy’s. “But maybe I can show you something that helps me most of all.”

“Is it like seeing?” Bennet asks eagerly.

“It’s… well, I’m not really sure,” Ominis tells him slowly. “I tell my friends that it’s probably a lot like seeing, but the truth is that I simply wouldn’t know. However, it does help me avoid walking into walls anymore.”

Bennet perks up. “Please. Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s better than the cane.”

Ominis wraps Bennet’s hand tighter around the handle of his wand and murmurs, “Apparere Adumbratio.”

The tip of Ominis’ wand starts to emanate a pulsating red light, and both Bennet and Ominis are overcome with the sensation of figures springing to life around them. The rows of empty beds appear first, including Sebastian’s prone form lazily lounging on a pile of pillows. Then the boys can make out where you’re seated next to him as you softly read aloud from one of his library books. Outlines of side tables, privacy curtains, and even the Hufflepuff prefect keeping watch just outside the doorway add further definition to the room.

Ominis has tried to describe what he “sees” to Sebastian and Anne countless times as a child, and most of the time it’s futile. Though he’s learned what color means to sighted witches or wizards, having no frame of reference himself he can’t say whether what he senses is in color or not. He suspects not, as magic can be ruthlessly efficient at times, and he has no need for it.

He can’t read words like this, either. While he can make out the shape of a book, its markings remain undecipherable and unrendered in his perception.

And as for people, they tend to largely look the same. The spell calls forth a mere outline – precisely what he needs to understand where in space a person is. The things that make them unique – perfume scents, apparel textures, their voices, their manners – are all things he can take in with his other senses.

Whenever he’s discussed it in the past, Ominis had often felt like he wasn’t able to adequately describe how valuable this spell has been when it comes off as being quite limited.

But as soon as Bennet gasps, he knows that this boy beside him understands.

“Wh-what… oh, wow,” he whispers. “It’s… it��s like – everything is here, I can tell where everything is!”

“It helps, doesn’t it?” Ominis murmurs. “Like I said, it’s not perfect, but –”

“It’s amazing,” Bennet breathes. “I… I can tell that’s Nurse Blainey over there. I can hear the potion bottles she’s got in her hands, and – and your friend, she’s reading from a book! She’s holding it!”

Ominis listens happily while Bennet excitedly narrates the rest of the room.

“...Can I do this with my own wand?” the younger boy eventually asks him.

“I should think so,” Ominis tells him. “You’ll need to practice, though. It’s not an easy charm.”

“I will,” Bennet murmurs to himself. “I’ll practice, I’ll become so good at it.”

“I’d be happy to help you,” Ominis says. “I didn’t have anyone to help me, so… it might be easier if you have a friend.”

“You’d be my friend?” Bennet asks hopefully.

“Of course,” Ominis tells him, pretending not to notice how his voice has become a little thick. “It would be my pleasure, Bennet.”

[girl-in-new-york]

Hello!!

get to know me !

she/her - pisces - movie + book nerd - shifter - writing as a hobby !

i’m kamryn, but i go by kam. I love reading and writing and would love to share that with people :)

rules and the fandoms i write for below:

Rules:

all kinds of people are welcome here, my only rules are that you are respectful and kind.

i write smut, fluff, angst, and i’ll usually will only write headcanons, blurbs, etc. not really full fics, seeing as i struggle writing about one thing for so long.

I am open to writing for fem, masc, ftm or mtf, and non gender specific readers, along with any other requests! (florist!reader, fem!reader, autistic!reader, etc).

Feel free to correct me or let me know if i have written something that is inaccurate or if i make any mistakes, but please be polite about it.

I do not write for: beastiality/anything romantic with animals, bodily fluids (other than blood, + cum), no feet kinks please, oc x reader, non con.

There will be others but feel free to request and if it makes me uncomfortable i will add it to the list and politely decline

I write for

Wolfbloods

• Rhydian Morris

• Maddy Smith

• Tom Okinawa

Teen Wolf

• Scott McCall

• Stiles Stilinski

• Derek Hale

• Allison Argent

• Lydia Martin

• Liam Dunbar

• Malia Tate

The Maze Runner

• Thomas

• Newt (only mlm)

• Gally

• Minho

• Frypan

• Brenda

• Teresa

Bridgerton

• Anthony Bridgerton

• Eloise Bridgerton

• Daphne Bridgerton

• Simon Basset

• Colin Bridgerton

• Theo Sharpe

• Benedict Bridgerton

Deadly Class

• Saya Kuroki

• Marcus Lopez

• Willie Lewis

• Maria Salazar

• Billy Bennet

• Petra

Marvel

• Pietro Maximoff

• Remy LeBeau

• Tony Stark

• Loki Laufeyson

• Natasha Romanoff

Scream

• Billy Loomis

• Tatum Riley

• Stu Macher

• Sidney Prescott

• Ethan Landry

• Amber Freeman

• Wes Hicks

• Sam Carpenter

• Mindy Meeks

• Chad Meeks

• Tara Carpenter

Extra

• Andrew Neiman (Whiplash)

• Mason Freeland (Thirteen— 2003)

• Dead Poets Society

• Harry Potter (canon and fanon characters like the slytherin boys or marauders era)

• OBX

• DC

• Criminal Minds

• COD

• Red Dead Redemption 2

• Sturniolo Brothers

I will be updating this list, but feel free to request any characters or fandoms you’d like me to write for and i’ll happily look into it!

I also am happy to write for celebrities! (Jack Champion, Evan Peters, Dylan O’brien, etc)

[qtssvnwoo]

Behind Closed Doors-Chapter Five

A/N: I’M BACKKKKKKK

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: None that I’m aware of

IMPORTANT THINGS: Your last name is Barlowe (Bar-Low) cause it sounds good. Its now the start of winter of your third year. The reader is a Hufflepuff for the sake of the tropes that I am using, if you want to change it go ahead! I just would suggest to not change it to Slytherin because then the tropes wouldn’t make much sense. Enjoy!!

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“Granger and B.Barlowe.”

Bennett froze, he was staring at his text book, wondering what in the god lord's name this Transfiguration book was saying when he heard the last name. He had never really paid attention to the people inside of this particular class, since most of his friends were in Slytherin and Ravenclaw, he really had no need too. But when he turned to look for the person called, his eyes met with the same bright brown ones he had bumped into earlier.

He smiled at her and she just straightened her shoulders, giving him absolutely no reaction in response. She walked over to him, placing her textbook, and what looked to Bennett as seventy million pages of notes, down onto the table. Without so much as to speak one word to Bennett, Hermoine opened her textbook and began reading through the assignment.

“Hi.”

Silence.

“Hellooo?”

Silence again.

“Are you deaf or just ignoring me?”

Hermione gave him a look, and sighed as she closed her textbook. Bennett felt intimidated by the sudden sternness that crossed her face. He was never intimidated by people, except for his sister, and of course his mom. Just thinking about his mom sent shivers down his spine.

“Listen, Bennett is it? I’m not interested in you, I don’t go for people like you.”

“Excuse me? People like me?”

“As in, players. I know what you’re like, and I am not interested.” She stated, a firm look on her face.

“Huh, that's such a shame, but I was not interested in you.” Liar.

“Glad we established that.” Was all she said before she turned her head back and she went back to reading about the assignment. Bennett looked at his book, to the clock, and back to his book. He couldn’t stay focused on anything, so of course he was going to find anything to keep him distracted.

“So…Granger, you like anyone?” Bennett asked, a mischievous smile plastered across his face. Hermione looked over at him, a perplexed look on her face.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well you know, someone you’re infatuated with?”

“Not necessarily no.” Bennett looked down and laughed to himself, he mumbled something inaudible to Hermione.

“What was that?”

“What if one of your friends like someone you despised.” Hermione looked at him in confusion, waiting for him to explain what he had just said. “I mean, what if say like, Ron or Ginny liked someone that bullied you.”

Hermione laughed and looked at Bennett, and for the first time in a while he felt at peace. Listening to such a beautiful sound made his heart jump and he blushed while he looked at the way Hermione’s face scrunched in such a cute way while she laughed.

“That’s ridiculous, I mean, who could like someone that’s rude to them?” She laughed. But Bennett stayed quiet. “Surely you don’t know someone who likes…a bully?” Bennett just nodded and Hermoine looked at him.

“Can you tell me about them?” She asked, and for once, Hermione Granger was not paying attention.Instead, she focused on the flow of Bennett’s voice, the way he laughed about parts in the story and how his eyebrows moved together when he looked angry. They talked the whole class, Hermione enjoying the sound of Bennett talking, and Bennet just happy that he had someone to talk to.

In the corner of the class, Calum laughed to himself and shook his head. He felt a light tap on his shoulder and looked over his shoulder at the direction of the tap. He was met by a pair of circle glasses and a look of question.

“What do you think’s going on with Bennett and Hermione? Do you think that…” Harry trailed off, waiting for Calum to answer a question he didn’t ask.

“Like each other?” Calum paused, looking over at them, watching closely as Bennett smiled at Hermione, his eye’s watching her face closely as she talked, he seemed to actually be engaged in what she was saying, and nonetheless, Bennett looked at her as if she was the only girl in all of Hogwarts. “Yeah, I suppose my brother does fancy her.” Calum looked over at Harry and smiled, before returning back to his textbook, Harry just shook his head and laughed before he took one last glance at Calum and returned to reading. ------------------------------------------------------------You distracted yourself for basically the whole week leading up to the date that you had scheduled with Draco. Your mind raced back and forth between trying to convince yourself that it wasn’t a bad idea, and that it was a bad idea. He was the enemy, but you couldn’t stop yourself from taking glances at him, watching his charming smile and wanting to kiss him. It sickened you how badly you felt for betraying your brother's wishes, how hurt you knew Calum would be if he had known, how angry Bennet would be. You didn’t wanna think about it too much, it hurt you to think about.

The snow fell around you, and you watched it fall, something about the snow falling set you at ease. It felt nice to just stand out in the open, enjoying the smell and the feel of the snow. Suddenly, you felt a light tap on your shoulder, you looked around and were met with the smiling face of Draco Malfoy. His hat neatly covered his ears and his gloves hugged his hands, and the smile on his face was genuine, it was a small smile and it made your heart flutter.

“Hope I didn’t make you wait for forever.” All you could do was nod, you didn’t feel appropriate smiling back at him, but you wanted to be polite so you just nodded at him.

The walk to Hogsmeade was nothing special. You didn’t really talk with Draco, you two just walked and you enjoyed the presence of the snow falling around you, while Draco enjoyed the view, his view however was the quick glances that he had snuck every few minutes. He was enjoying just watching you walk and how you softly smiled at the beautiful scene painted out in front of you. Draco felt a dreaded feeling down in his stomach, as if something was going to go wrong, but he tried his best to ignore the feeling.

He knew what you were feeling, and he wanted to help you escape from whatever had clouded your mind that day. He had not regretted that he asked you out, nor had he regretted kissing you. But, he felt as if he did do something wrong in the scheme of things, as if asking you out was a mistake on his part, sure he had liked you, and thought you were pretty, but did he really want this?

The date had gone well, Draco had treated you to getting whatever you had wanted at Honeydukes, and now, you two had sat down at The Three Broomsticks to have a butterbeer before you headed back. You sat awkwardly, scared to say anything at first but also eager to say something. And Draco felt the same, he had felt like you wanted to tell him something, or that he should say something, but instead he just sat and drank his butterbeer.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” You announced, quickly standing up from your chair and hurrying to the bathroom before you even got a confirmation from Draco.

Draco didn’t question it, he watched as you walked off and smiled to himself.

‘Cute’ He thought to himself. He was about to get up and wait outside for you before he heard a familiar voice calling his name.

“Malfoy. MALFOY.” The whisper grew more coherent the more it screamed his name. He turned his head to look at the voice and behold he saw none other than his “best mate” Blaise.

“What could you possibly want Zabini?”

“Calm down mr.stick-up-his-ass. I was gonna ask you what you were doing here?”

Draco stared at Blaise, puzzled. Had Blaise not noticed why he was here? Or at least, who he was sitting with?

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, are you seriously on a date with a Barlowe? You’re not, are you?”

Draco felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach. What would he say? His first instinct was to deny it, to deny the fact that he was on a date with you, and the other wanted to scream it from the rooftops. But, Draco’s mind was clouded with his own self image, and how his friends would react to the information, how his family would react if they had found out he was saying a half-blood hufflepuff. He didn’t even want to think about the talk that his father would have with him about it, so, he did what he thought was best to do.

“No, of course not. She practically begged me to come out here with her! I was originally going to say no, but considering how desperate she was, I felt bad.”

You heard the laugh follow after the statement. The statement broke your heart and what bothered you most is that it seemed to flow so freely from his mouth, as if he had been planning on saying that the whole time, like he was rehearsing it, over and over again until it was just right. You hadn’t expected this, and truly, you felt stupid. You should’ve known that Draco didn’t actually like you, I mean why would he?

You were just another pawn in his game, another trophy just for him to put on his shelf of insolence. You hated how ignorant you had been, so ignorant to the fact that your brothers were right, you should've never have gotten involved with Draco and you hated yourself for it. You couldn’t help it as you felt the tears slowly fall from your eyes. You tried your best to fix it before you went back to the table to grab your things.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” Draco asked. His voice was mended with the sound of concern, whether that concern was real or not you would never know, because you picked up your things and ran out of the restaurant, ignoring Draco’s desperate calls behind you.

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It was as Calum and Bennett had super powers, because as soon as they ran through the Hufflepuff door, they were sitting on the couch waiting for you, a desolate look sitting on their faces.

You looked over at them, and fake smiled as best you could, but you know it was meaningless. Bennett stood up and walked over to you with his arms out, you immediately dropped your things and ran into his arms, hugging him as hard as you could and barring your face into his chest, as if it was a way to hide from your shame and embarrassment.

“He-he- he said that he-”

“Shhh it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me.” You sobbed in his chest as he guided you over to the couch, placing you between him and Calum.

“Y/n/n. It’s okay.” Calum said. He places a hand on your shoulder and rubbed it gently, trying his best to calm him down, but his efforts only made you more mad.

“No it’s not Calum! I was so stupid, why would i ever think he would like me back.”

“What are you talking about Y/n?” He asked, Bennett swatted his arm, causing Calum to glare at him, but shortly return his attention back to you.

“Draco. Calum I like Draco.” A silence fell over the three of you, Calum sat in shock and all you could do was cry into your hands. Calum didn’t make a big deal of the news though, all he did was nod and pull yoh in for a hug.

“Calum he, he said that I begged him to go out with me. That-that he only went out with me cause Inwas desperate, and cause he felt bad.” Calum nodded and rubbed your back, glancing at Bennett before he pulled you back from him, and motioning you towards him.

“Listen Y/n, you don’t need him. He’s not good enough for you.”

“Ha. Yeah sure. Calum his Draco Malfoy, one of the richest and most popular kids in school.”

“Y/n/n. He’s one of the most popular because people are scared of him. They don’t like him for his personality, infacg, many few people like him at all.” Bennet interjected. You glared at him and he stuck his tongue out at you, you tried to keep a straight face but you couldn’t help but giggle a little.

You sighed as you willed your tears, and laid your head on Bennett’s shoulder, you felt yourself slowly falling asleep, your body not wanting to deal with the effects of today for much longer.

Bennett looked at Calum and sighed.

“This is what I was afraid of Cay. He’s gonna send her crying to us so many times, we won’t be able to count it on our fingers.”

“Ben. Come on. I mean, it was just one time.”

“One time? Did you not listen to what he said to her?”

Calum looked down, and he groaned. “Why couldn’t she have just liked someone like Harry, or Ron, or fucking Cedric for crying out loud?”

“I don’t know. But, from now on. Don’t let Malfoy anywhere near her. You got it?”

Calum looked down at your sleeping form, you looked so peaceful and it was refreshing to see you without a look of sadness or stress on your face, and he nodded. Calum and Bennet were going to do whatever they could to protect you and your fragile heart. Not even just because they didn’t like Draco (although it is a reason) but because they knew how he was going to treat you, and how he was going to make you feel like a choice.

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Draco stood in the middle of the hall looking for you the next day. His anxiety creeped up on him very late in the night when he realized that maybe you had heard what he said. Never in a million years did Draco think that he would be so scared to apologize to someone, let alone apologize to someone in general.

He looked around frantically for your smaller form. He felt like an idiot standing in the middle of the hallway, looking as if someone had stood HIM up, and not the other way around this time. When he finally saw you, you were with your brothers, a smile spread across your face. And when he saw that smile, he gripped his bag tighter and sucked in a breath. His heart skipped a beat and he watched as you walked forward, the smile still evident on your face. The smile went away almost as soon as he approved you however.

“Y/n, hey uhm. Can I talk to you for a minute?…Alone.” He halted at your brothers and your brothers glared back, they wouldn’t give in to just letting him be alone with you so easily.

“No.” Draco looked at you confused.

“No? Just no?”

“Yes. Just no.”

You started to walk forward, your brothers trailing bend in you when Draco went to grab your wrist. He was interred by Bennett grabbing his hand and squeezing as hard as he could on it. You turned around when you heard Draco’s yelp of pain, and you swatted Bennett’s hand away, a warning look spread across your face.

“Why? Why just no?” Draco asked before you could have the chance to walk away. You faced him, an innocent smile on your cheeks.

“I wouldn’t wanna make you feel bad now would I? Not would I wanna make myself look…desperate .” With those words you smiled at him before continuingl to walk and talk with your brothers. You left Draco standing there in shock. You had heard what he ask yesterday and he could feel his heart stop and his breathing quicken.

Oh how foolish he was! How could he have said something so insolent and stupid just to protect his own image? Truth was he knew why, he knew he didn’t want people to know you two went out on a date together for the main reason being that he just couldn’t let his reputation slip from his hands. He wouldn’t let his father barrad him for another thing. And he was sure that he wasn’t going to risk the approval of his father, and the oh so precious reputation that he had built up, just for a silly girl.

Or would he?

[mina1007]

Aaaah accident, I accidentally deleted it! xc I want to add detail that does not tell me to delete it

Narumi knows about Noah's feelings for the girl named Janeth Bennet [by - @yoselin-uyu ], but he never admits it to confess his feelings, due to how proud he is (Slytherin )

And how Narumi takes advantage to bother him and ask what she wants and if she doesn't, she is able to say it

[sallowsunshine]

Thoughts on if we were able to take Gareth or Ominis to Hogsmeade instead of Natty or Sebastian? Topics of conversation on the way, reaction to the troll and Rookwood, etc.?

Also Hugo Bennet update when? 👉👈

I so wish we got to interact more with Garreth, (and Ominis, of course) but it gives us more room to make up and guess what other interactions with them would be like.

Garreth

So if i remember correctly, we don’t even meet Garreth until after we’ve been to Hogsmeade. But let’s pretend we have potions before we go, and there, we meet Garreth and steal the fwooper feather for him. Later on, Professor Weasley asks him to accompany us to Hogsmeade, we would totally take the secret One-eyed witch passage way. He’d want to nab a couple “potion ingredients” from the Honeydukes cellar. Topics of conversation, he’d tell you all about his family, and his passion for potions. He’d leave you to collect your supplies and meet you at the Three Broomsticks later for a butterbeer. When you two see Rookwood with Ranrok, he’s concerned how you managed to get in that mess. He won’t question you about it, he’ll let you come to him when you’re ready. He’s not unfamiliar with sneaking around and secret keeping. The troll attack, he’d be fighting right by your side, very impressed when you use ancient magic, but once again, no questioning. He knows you’ve barely just met and you don’t owe him any explanations, but he hopes you two can grow close enough to confide in him.

Ominous

Unless you’re a Slytherin, you don’t exactly interact with Ominis until he catches you leaving the Undercroft. Let’s say you meet earlier, or you are a Slytherin, so he accompanies you to Hogsmeade. I think he would be asking questions about you, nothing too deep, because he doesn’t want to pry, but also because he doesn’t want you asking him anything deep about his past and his family. He would stick with you, going to the shops to help you pick out what you need. With Rookwood, he’d be very weary, and a bit harsh when he tells you not to go near them. He’d tell you to go to a professor right away if you were in any sort of danger. (You assure him that Professor Fig is well aware of your situation, and that satisfies him for now) As for the troll, I think he would be more on the cautionary side, but once you start fighting it, he’s not going to leave you on your own!

THANK YOU for asking about Hugo! That makes me so happy! I’ve been busy playing as my Hufflepuff girly, and neglecting Hugo but I definitely need to return back to him.  Maybe I’ll do some quick facts about him or something like that. Let me know if there’s anything you wanna know about him!

[pclyglct]

[ jenny boyd | she/her ] Another face is seeking safety in New Orleans. Make sure to welcome ELIZABETH “LIZZIE” SALTZMAN to the home of the resilient. Rumor has it that they are an 19/21 year old HERETIC, who is one of the SACRIFICED but we’ll keep that a secret. They are said to be VOLATILE, but that’s all a façade to cover up their STRONG WILLED nature. We’ve heard that they can be found listening to BRUTAL by OLIVIA RODRIGO, which sums them up pretty well. Let’s hope that they can find a way to survive this harsh new world.

hello! I'm S, and I'm happy to be here! a lil disclaimer first: I've watched all of Legacies, but I'm on s2 of TO (slooow progress), and s5 of TVD (no intention to finish), so wiki will be my source for kai/gemini/etc specifics not discussed in legacies!

name: elizabeth "lizzie" saltzman

age: turned at 19, currently 21

gender: cis woman (she/her)

hometown: mystic falls

current residence: new orleans

species: heretic (vampire/siphoner hybrid)

sexuality: bisexual (w/a preference for men)

positives: authentic, passionate, daring, strong willed, empathetic

negatives: selfish, volatile, impulsive, insecure, envious

house: slytherin

alignment: chaotic good

post-canon

lizzie's canon life is pretty much the same, and can be found here!

come the end of legacies, lizzie remained with the salvatore school, helping her mother and her friends rebuild and welcome the new class

in the year following, as the OEA rose in prominence and threatened the school, lizzie still committed to the school's cause regardless, keen on not running away over a hopefully insignificant threat

unfortunately for her, the threat wasn't insignificant, and her dedication to the cause is what led to her sacrifice

she took a solo recruiting mission to visit a supposed troubled young witch in need of safe haven. it was supposed to be a low stakes endeavor, not even worthy of a proper day trip. in reality, the "troubled young witch" was working for the OEA, and what was meant to be a good Samaritan mission led to lizzie being captured, sacrificed, and trapped in the prison world

she was in there for 3 years, absolutely livid at the turn of events. the karma of the situation (or lack thereof because she was trying to be good and not run away and deal with things head on and take initiative and spread warmth and community and all that kumbaya nonsense) has led to some setbacks in her own personal growth, ngl, but she's working on that since her return

also worth noting that her time away has left her feeling just awful in general. prior to her sacrifice, she was just starting to embark on a journey of figuring out a future for her self, now that she was finally in a position of having one with the merge out of the question. but then the OEA became a thing causing trouble, and she was thrown into a prison world just as things started seriously changing in the real world. being trapped for so long stifled her and her growth, and she's come back to a world different than the one she left, all the people she's loved moved onto various different stages in their lives over the 3 years, and she hates that.

anyways, she's only just recently finally made her way to new orleans after her release, and she's got a lot of resentment at the OEA for her imprisonment, while also dealing with a lot of self-esteem issues stemming from a profound sense of aimlessness. she's doing her best to reorient herself to this new reality

relationships.

parents: alaric saltzman (daddy issues), jo laughlin (bio mom), caroline forbes (mamma's girl)

siblings: josie saltzman (twin sister)

extended family: elena gilbert & damon salvatore (aunt & uncle), stefan salvatore (ex-step dad? / uncle), bonnie bennet (aunt)

past romantic relationships: rafael waithe (ex-fling), sebastian (ex-boyfriend), ethan (crush/dated), jen (ex-fling), mg (ex-boyfriend).

more dynamics: hope mikaelson (ex-sire bond/frenemies), landon kirby (hobbit), penelope park (frenemy), auora (unlikely ally), kaleb/jed/cleo/wade (super squad)

wanted.

trapped together: lizzie spent 3 years in a prison world, she was bound to make all kinds of relationships with the people she was trapped with, and I want them all. friends in the prison world, roommates/neighbors, hookups, relationships, enemies, unlikely friends (!!!), people she worked with during her many (failed) attempts to escape, etc. and all of the above!

vampire mentor. the s2 stefan to her caroline. ideally, this is someone who was in the prison world with her. I imagine that in the year after legacies but before lizzie got trapped, she had started making decent headway into her vampirism with mg, but after getting trapped, I can def see her making it her mission to get through honing her skills totally, if only to help her get through the endless sameness of the days

baby vamps. similar to the above, except instead of a mentor, this was someone who was new to the vampire world with her, and they explored the ins and outs of vampirism together. also ideally in the prison world, likely to be a WC.

crush (m): lizzie is prone to superficial crushes, pure eye candy. it's a great distraction for her, something to pour her energy into easily, and easy is exactly what's she's looking for after being gone for so long. if anything real actually comes from it is something we can plot, but for now, this would just be someone easy on the eyes

crush (f): I hc that lizzie realized she was bi after spending time with the god Jen in s4. since this realization, she's leaned pretty hard into the exploring that part of herself loud and proud and open about it (likely to overcompensate for how out of her field/new being with women is for her), so she probs also has a fem crush too. she's likely to resemble more of her s1 rafael-era flirtation (re: awkward & rambly) with women than her smoother s3/4 semi-confidence.

fwb/fuck buddy: lizzie has got a lot of pent up frustration over her years away, and this person helps her release that. could be friendly arrangement between two peers, or just a fuck buddy who is only contacted when she's got an itch to scratch. this person, regardless of the their relationship to her, likely also is prone to hear lizzie vent her frustrations before/after (and possibly even during) sex because bb's a talker!

living situation. I imagine since her return and coming to new orleans, she's probably living with a family member (her mom most likely, maybe her sister), which is fine, but she'll eventually want to move out into her own space (she was on an independence journey away from her normal familial crutches before being trapped, after all), so potential roommates and neighbors would be fun plots.

friends. and of course, all the friends! lizzie is an extrovert who has a very hard time being alone, so she of course likes to build a community of people she can go to for all the things. shopping friends. foodie friends. gossip friends. unlikely friends. confidants. OEA revenge buddies. accountability buddies.

frenemies. and with friends, comes enemies, which lizzie is prone to making.

everything above are just suggestions off the top of my head; I'm rlly open to any and all plots for my girl lizzie! if you'd like to plot, you can reach out to me here or on discord (blodxreina)!

[hannahlikeso741]

Some Hogwarts Legacy OCs

Sharing some Hogwarts Legacy OCs for each house while keeping Victorian values, events and society in mind. I suck at fanart, so you get fancasts instead.

Gryffindor OC - Theodore Wallace

Hufflepuff OC - Penelope Brooke

Slytherin OC - Aurelia Gray

Ravenclaw OC- Benjamin Thatch

More about them here:

Theodore Wallace

Light Brown hair, tan skin with hazel eyes

Wand : Laurel, 14 1/2 inches, Dragonheart string, Flexible

Pure Blood

Face cast : Froy Gutierrez

Character Inspiration : Allan Quatermain (King Solomon's Mines) and Jim Hawkins (Treasure Island)

The only son of the Wallace family, Theodore charges ahead bravely without fear and without thinking, discovering the unknown is what thrills him. His mother and father travels a lot to many British colonies to discover any wild beasts for further documentation, which is now passed down to their son's taste of adventure. Even at his lowest, Theodore's aim is to survive no matter the odds. Upon landing in Hogwarts, he finds it hard to keep still in one location and still gets into trouble exploring the castle grounds or the nearby hamlets. He aims to use magic for good, though he is still questioning where he draws the line. He aims to do more exploring once he leaves Hogwarts, perhaps even beginning work on documenting Beasts and their natural habitats.

(The surname Wallace is taken from Alfred Russell Wallace, British explorer and author of The Malay Archipelago)

Penelope Brooke

Warm Blonde wavy hair, freckled skin with dark brown eyes

Wand : Willow, 9 3/4 inches, Unicorn Hair, Stiff

Half Blood

Face cast : (Unknown stock photo model)

Character Inspiration : Jane Bennet (Pride and Prejudice), Oliver twist

Penelope only sees the good in people, even when things are tough. Born to an alcoholic prostitute in the slums of Whitechapel, Penelope learns to fend for herself at a young age by begging, working or being coaxed into stealing as a means to survive. Upon discovering her magical abilities, she uses it for other people, which led to her wizard father discovering her and taking her under his wing and Penelope never heard from her mother again, as rumours has it she might have been a victim to Jack the Ripper. She continues to try and help other people without judgement as she attends Hogwarts, and hopes to be a healer when she graduates.

Aurelia Gray

Black straight hair, pale skin with light blue eyes

Wand : Yew, 13 1/4 inches, Pheonix Feather, Swishy

Muggle Born

Face cast : Katie McGrath

Character Inspiration : Elizabeth Bennet (Pride and Prejudice), Catherine Earnshaw (Wuthering Heights), Jane Eyre

Aurelia only knows tragedy. The third daughter of a English Duke and an American heiress, she was sidelined when her younger brother was born, resulting in the death of her mother. Since then, she wanted to be more than just being groomed to be the perfect wife, running around the fields near her house until that one faithful day when she found out she was magical, resulting an accident that caused Queen Victoria to get involved and sort the matter. She views Professor Fig as her father, aiming to continue learning magical theory. She relished in her newfound freedom at Hogwarts while keeping her heritage a secret to prevent another scandal. What she didn't count on was to find a kindred spirit in Sebastian Sallow.

((Her story is written as Drag Me to Despair, link here))

Benjamin Thatch

Dark Brown straight hair, pale skin with dark blue eyes

Wand : Beech, 12 inches, Pheonix Feather, Pliable

Half Blood

Face cast : Tom Sturridge

Character Inspiration : Sherlock Holmes, Abraham Van Helsing (Dracula)

Growing up with a psychologist Muggle father and a magical history researcher mother as parents, Benjamin has been thought to pursue solid evidence and logic above everything else. A bright child that loves learning new things but struggled when it comes to handling social situations. His father slowly coaxed him out of his shell by bringing him to his office to talk to his patients as a form of therapy. It worked, resulting in Benjamin's sharp tongue mixed in with wit. Upon landing in Hogwarts, he aims to build his connections as he aims for a position in the Ministry.

[andyreigns]

HOCUS POCUS(Sebastian Sallow x Y/N) - Chapter 1

Masterlist

Before I start I have to clarify that English is not my first language so, sorry for any errors or inconsistencies.

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The noise, the crowd, the smell of coal. It was an environment to which YN was not accustomed. The whole family said goodbye at King's Cross station. When the three brothers got on the train, they sat down in the first compartment they found. YN sat by the window, Mark sat next to him, and Jennan sat in front of them.

"What do we know about this school?" Mark asked, crossing his arms.

"Like most schools, they divide their students into 4 sections or "houses". Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff." Jennan didn't look up from the book and continued, "Using the houses we were assigned to in other schools, I made the comparisons. I was supposed to go to Slytherin, Mark to Gryffindor and YN to Hufflepuff.

"Well, you always researched where we could end up in each school, and you were always right… "Mark looked at the corridor and then at YN, who was looking thoughtfully through the train window"

"I like it here. "YN knew Mark was looking at her and broke the silence" The atmosphere is so… grey…"

"Welcome to the United Kingdom." Jennan spoke without looking up.

"Have you been reading that mad poet again?" Mark raised an eyebrow.

"I'm going to sleep now" YN didn't answer and leaned against the window, resting her legs on Mark who didn't care.

When the train stopped, the three brothers followed the rest of the students. At the entrance to Hogwarts, Professor Weasley was waiting for them. While the rest of the students, with the exception of the first years, went into the large dining hall and got ready, Professor Weasley introduced herself and gave them a brief introduction to the school. She then escorted them to the Great Hall so that they could perform the sorting ceremony before the first-years arrived.

The three didn't feel the least intimidated in the Great Hall, as they were used to being stared at. Either because of YN's make-up or because of his brothers' scars. Nevertheless, Mark took YN's hand to reassure her.

The selection was in order from youngest to eldest , and so YN was first. As Jennan had predicted, she ended up in Hufflepuff, Mark in Gryffindor and he in Slytherin. They could not talk to any of their classmates because the selection ceremony for the first-years was after them, so they had to wait until they were done and start dinner.

YN looked at his brothers' tables and Mark chatted with his classmates, while Jennan was soon surrounded by girls, as in the other schools.

"Hello!" a girl with short hair, snapped YN out of her thoughts. "What's your name?"

"YN Bennett" YN gave him a big smile and held out her hand

"I'm Poppy, Poppy Sweeting. You just got transferred, right? Where from?"

"The last school I went to was in Ouagadou in Uganda."

"Wow, that's where Natsai Onai is from. A Gryffindor classmate of ours. I don't know if you know her."

"I was in Ouagadou only last year. I guess the girl left before I got here."

"I assume the boys you arrived with are your brothers, right?" Another girl interjected into the conversation. "Oh, sorry. I'm Leonora Everleigh."

"Yes, they're my brothers. Well, some of them. The other two have already graduated."

"Miss Bennet." Professor Weasley interrupted, "Come with me, I'll show you and your brothers to the common rooms." YN stood up

"I'll meet you in the common room then." Poppy waved goodbye.

Professor Weasley gathered the 3 siblings and they went first to the Hufflepuff common room.

"We'll start with the youngest." When they reached the kitchen, Professor Weasley YN instructed a few steps ahead of her siblings. "I'll explain what to do, but I don't know if I should do it myself, because one careless touch is enough to splash you with vinegar. " Jennan and Mark looked at each other. "You must play barrel two from the bottom, in the middle of the second row, to the rhythm of Hel-ga Huff-le-puff."

TN walked over to the barrels and did as Professor Weasley said. Then the big barrel on his left opened to reveal a long corridor.

"Well done. Now go in and try to sleep. You have a big day waiting for you tomorrow. Your classmates will help you get to class tomorrow, but if you have any questions or problems, don't hesitate to talk to me. The same goes for you two" The Weasley teacher looked at Mark and Jennan. "I'll escort your brothers now."

"Go to sleep, I'll see you tomorrow." Jennan approached YN and stroked her head

"No matter what, come and find us." Mark followed in Jennan's footsteps and did the same. Then YN entered the common room.

"You're the new fifth grader." As the ghost of a monk entered, he intercepted her. "I'm sorry I surprised you. Don't worry, I'm the ghost of Hufflepuff. I'm known as the fat monk. Follow me, I'll show you which room you'll be in."

She followed the monk into one of the rooms. She saw that she would have three roommates and that her things were already there. The first thing he did was to look for his family photo.

"'Okay, I'll leave you to it. When the students arrive, I'll have to show them to their rooms as well. Welcome to Hufflepuff." The monk smiled at YN and she returned his smile

YN looked at the photo of her family and thought that Hogwarts would be the first school she would stay at for more than a year. And if he could get used to it. YN put the photo on the bedside table.

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The Bennett brothers discovering their common rooms:

[rawr-gorg-smash]

Headcanon: Peter comes from a reasonably well-to-do nearly-pure-blood family who are Dursley-esque in their social climber-ness, and so he was pushed toward making friends with Sirius by his overbearing, Mrs.-Bennet-from-P&P-esque mother. He’s a Gryffindor, so he was just ballsy enough to persist until he got in. Once he was in with them, he tells Mummy that Sirius is on the outs with the rest of the Black family, so she wants him to hedge by getting to know one or two of the wealthier Slytherin students, which is how he gets in with the Death Eaters. She dies in his sixth year, and his dad dies of grief in the beginning of his seventh. He goes hardcore social-climber and ass-covering modes in the wake of their deaths, which is why he leans into the pure blood connections enough to get in with the Death Eaters, playing all sides until Voldemort forces the issue when Peter becomes useful to him as a way to get to James and Lily.

@celestemagnoliathewriter

Class dynamics in the Marauders friend group

Differences in social class and social capital is so underexplored in discussions of their friendship.

Especially when as Brits, class is such an inescapable part of our lives.

Did the difference in the Potter's being seen as 'new money', and SIrius as the equivalent of aristocracy affect their dynamic at all?

Where is Peter from? And does his background affect how he seeks power (especially having observed how two wealthy boys move through the world)?

How does the class difference between James and Remus affect their dynamic- especially as James supports Remus financially?

An exploration of how subconsciously there is a class divide in the group (James and Sirius as the central pair) . And how the wealthiest boys are the ones who more openly flout the rules (as evidenced by the detention slips).

[reignezva]

Joseph Bennet x Mystine Crossmale by my beautiful, lovely, cute friend @yoselin-uyu ❤️

Well i just realize I've disappeared for a long time lol 😁

Happy Halloween

[justhufflepuffthings]

Sorting Pride and Prejudice Characters into Hogwarts Houses

Elizabeth: Ravenclaw

Mr Darcy: Slytherin

Jane: Hufflepuff

Mr Bennet: Gryffindor

Mrs Bennet:

Slytherin

Mr. Bingley: Hufflepuff

Caroline Bingley: Slytherin

Mr Collins: Squib

[moonwater-hphm]

I made little something for @yoselin-uyu 💜 Nath, Joshua and Joseph being besties, also, Nath’s style inspired by Bennet twins’ style ❤️‍🔥

[harrypotterhousequotes]

SLYTHERIN: "The distance is nothing when one has motive." --Jane Austen (Elizabeth Bennet: Pride and Prejudice)