#amit is so funny

[ps-cactus]

✨🌈 ravens raving and slaying goblins having some extra dada lessons.

[girl-named-matty]

Romance in Hogwarts Legacy - How would it work?

When it comes to romance in the Hogwarts Legacy game, I do not feel like it would have fit at all during any of the storylines. We already have so many and quite a few of them were rushed, unfinished, or had unsatisfactory endings to begin with.

MC is faced with trials, tribulations, and so many other issues throughout the entire game-- I have a feeling that romance is the last thing on their mind. I mean, they're literally having to go through goblins and poachers every other day.

Now, no romance doesn't mean MC couldn't have been like "Oh Sebastian is cute", "Ominis is cute" or "Natty is cute" like take your pick, MC definitely could've had feelings for them; but that's completely up to the creator of the MC.

When it comes to canon, in-game during the storylines, I don't think romance would've fit well at all.

HOWEVER, I completely believe that it would be nice to have some romantic gestures or options after you finish the game (at the very least, the main storyline).

I'm personally completely fine with not having romance in this game since my imagination just allows me to make up for it LOL. But I do think it'd be cute and nice to have options like that.

To my knowledge, there was some romantic gestures put in the game files that were supposed to be in the game but didn't make it to the final cut so I'm thinking something like that.

Okay I'm done yapping now LOL. Lmk your thoughts on this!!! (remember to be kind y'all, this is just a game LOL)

[cerealbishh]

"No. No. He does not get to just sashay in here and have sex with someone we've all been trying to nail for years!"

"Yeah, he has to get in line and wait like everybody else! Low rent Shawn White."

[atypicalamortentia]

Yule Ball

Synopsis - The boys ask you to be their date.

Warnings - SFW.

Notes - All characters are aged 18+!

Words - 4.3k.

{Caffeinate Me}

SEBASTIAN SALLOW had no problems getting someone to agree to going to the Yule Ball with him, he was charming, charismatic, handsome, clever and funny. It wasn’t his lack of ability to find someone that was hindering him, but rather his inability to actually ask the person he wanted to go with: you. 

You were sitting in the Undercroft with him one evening, drinking your classic fire-whisky and chatting about your upcoming exams and how the Yule Ball was a pleasant distraction when Sebastian asked who you were going with. Curiosity glimmered behind his brown eyes as he watched your face twist and turn, a variety of emotions flickering through your expressions. “I’m not going with anyone yet,” you replied with a slight shrug. 

“What do you mean, ‘yet’?” Sebastian asked as he raised an eyebrow at your response. 

“Well, Amit actually asked me-” you started, but Sebastian cut you off. 

“Amit huh? That’s nice,” jealousy bubbled in his chest at the thought of you actually going to the ball with Amit.

“If you'd be so kind as to let me finish before interrupting me,” you reply with a cough, rolling your eyes. “Amit asked me to go with him, but there’s someone else I want to go with.” 

Sebastian took a large swig of the amber liquid before responding. “Someone else you want to go with?” For a second, with the way you were looking at him, Sebastian felt some hope swirl through his chest but that was short lived when you replied. 

“Yeah, but I doubt this person would actually want to go with me. I might just agree and go with Amit… What do you think?”

“Absolutely not,” Sebastian shook his head, determined to not let you attend the Yule Ball with Amit. Amit was nice enough, but he couldn’t treat you the way Sebastian could. “Who is this other person?” 

“It’s nobody,” you mumbled, averting your gaze away from Sebastians. 

“Why wouldn’t this other person not want to go with you? You’re smart, beautiful, funny and don’t even get me started on your personality!” Sebastian exclaimed, his voice slightly slurred from the fire-whisky. Your eyes widened at his words, a slight pink blush scattered across your cheeks in response. “Anybody would be happy to go with you.” 

“You think so?” you asked Sebastian, playing with the hem of your shirt. 

“I know so,” Sebastian whispered as he leaned in slightly closer to you. Whether it was the courage he had gained from fire-whisky or his dire need to go to the ball with you, Sebastian finally spoke up. “I don’t think you should go to the ball with Amit. In fact, I don’t think you should go with anyone.” 

Your eyes widened at his words and you visibly frowned at him. “I want to go, Sebastian. I’m not going to not go just because you’re jealous.” 

Sebastian smirked at you, shaking his head. “First off, I’m hardly jealous of Amit. Secondly, I’m not saying don’t go to the Yule Ball Y/N. What I’m saying is you should go with someone else.”

“And who would that be? Because I’m pretty sure the only person who wants to go with me is Amit.”

“That’s not true,” he whispered, his voice husky. He leaned in even closer, so-much-so you could feel his breath fanning across your face. “I want to go with you, as more than just friends.” 

You blinked rapidly at Sebastian, wanting to make sure you heard him right. “You? Want to go with me?” Sebastian just nodded, watching as you thought and with every second that you didn’t respond to him, Sebastian couldn’t help but feel a little dejected. That was until you grinned at him. “I’d love to go with you, Sebastian.” 

He was shocked. “Really?” 

“Really,” you nodded your head. 

Sebastian placed his glass of fire-whisky on the stone floor of the Undercroft before cupping your face in his hands gently. He caressed your cheeks with his thumbs before capturing your lips in a soft, gentle kiss. After a few seconds, Sebastian pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. “I’m glad. I’ll pick you up from your common room tomorrow evening, about six?”

“Sounds wonderful,” you whispered back to him, your lips tingling from the kiss. You couldn’t wait to see what the Yule Ball had in store for you and Sebastian, but whatever it was, you were eager.

OMINIS GAUNT hated the idea of the Yule Ball, after all, socialising with his peers didn’t exactly sound like a good time to him. The only reason he was going at all was because you and Sebastian wouldn’t stop pressuring him about it. You were sitting next to Ominis in Charms class when you turned to look at him, placing a hand on his shoulder to gain his attention. “What is it?” He asked, turning his head to your general direction. He couldn’t see you, but he could sense you were staring at him. 

“Who are you going to the Ball with?” You asked softly, your voice a whisper so as to not disturb the class. 

“You and Sebastian?” Ominis replied, his voice sounding more like a confused question than an answer. 

“I mean who’s your date?”

“Date?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Yeah, your date,” you replied as if it was the most obvious question in the world. 

“I don’t have a date,” Ominis replied, swallowing the lump in his throat. Truth be told, he had wanted to ask you to be his date but had disregarded that idea altogether when Sebastian had told him to ‘dream on’. 

“Ominis!” You whispered. 

“What?” He replied, his voice a low hiss. 

“You need a date!” You responded.

“No. I don’t,” Ominis hissed. Truth be told, if he couldn’t go with you then he didn’t even want to go. “Besides, who would want to go to a ball with a man like me? I’m blind, remember?”

“So?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows. “What does that have to do with anything?” 

“Well,” Ominis cleared his throat and sighed. “Usually women like to be complimented on how beautiful they look. I can’t see a thing.” 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at Ominis. He was always putting himself down because he couldn’t see or compliment someone. “You compliment me all the time even though you can’t see. Just because you’re blind doesn’t mean you can’t show someone that you care.”

Ominis shrugged his shoulders, his behaviour half-assed as he turned his attention back to the front of the classroom. “It just comes naturally with you,” he mumbled under his breath, too low for you to hear. You drop the conversation and pay attention to Professor Ronan’s class, all while Ominis thought about asking you to the Yule Ball. He knew that Sebastian had implied that he shouldn’t even bother asking, but Ominis couldn’t help but think of the possibility you could say yes. Sure he was pessimistic about most things, but he couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of optimism when he thought about it. 

Ominis, as usual, gathered his things after class and took his wand out of his robe ready to make his way back to the Slytherin common room when he felt a hand intertwine with his. “What is it, Y/N?” He asked, his voice full of intrigue. 

“How did you know it was me?” You asked softly, your eyes widening. 

“A few reasons,” Ominis replied sheepishly before changing the subject. He didn’t want to admit to you that he had memorised the size and shape of your hand in his.

“Who do you want to go to the ball with? Come on, I’ll help you!” You exclaimed, dragging him along the corridors. 

Ominis let out a sigh and stopped in his footsteps forcing you to be pulled back against his body. You stammered out a quick sorry and put some distance between the two of you as you looked away from him with a faint blush on your cheeks. You were glad, in a way, that Ominis couldn’t see your flushed face. “Look, Y/N, Sebastian told me that I shouldn’t tell you but I can’t hold it in-”

“Tell me what?” You asked. 

Ominis squeezed your hand lightly before running his free hand through his blonde hair, letting out a nervous exhale. “Will you come to the ball with me?” His voice was a whisper, almost as though he didn’t want anybody else around the two of you to hear. 

“Are you, Ominis Gaunt, asking me to the Yule Ball?” You asked, a sly smile appearing on your lips. 

“I understand, I’m sorry I-” Ominis stopped his sentence in his tracks as your response and inflections fully registered in his mind. Ominis knew when you were smiling, and he knew when you were about to agree to something. “Wait… is that a yes?” 

“Of course it’s a yes, you idiot!” You exclaimed, squeezing his hand tightly. Ominis used his thumb to rub small, soothing circles on the back of your hand as he let out a breath he never knew he had been holding in. “Also, you spoke to Sebastian about this?” Ominis nodded his head sheepishly, his milky eyes looking away from your direction as if embarrassed. “Ominis you know never to listen to Sebastian’s opinion,” you chuckled, shaking your head in faux disapproval at your friend's judgement. 

“I know but he really had me convinced this time,” Ominis shrugged in an attempt to defend himself. 

“I’d be honoured to go to the ball with you Ominis,” you smiled softly before standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow evening.”

Ominis felt his face redden at the feel of your lips against his cold cheek, electricity igniting deep within him. He couldn’t, in that moment, find it in himself to kiss your lips. The moment he kissed you had to be perfect, and what moment was perfect other than a ball?  

GARRETH WEASLEY had asked you to the Yule Ball plenty of times during the run-up. In Charms class, in Potions class, hell he’d even come up to you during lunch and make a grand gesture, but each time you would turn him down. Not because you didn’t want to go with him, you really did want to be the girl on his arm, but you saw his asking as nothing more than what you thought it was: a joke. He had approached you yet again asking you the same question, if anything the man was persistent. “Will you go to the Yule Ball with me Y/N?” Garreth asked, on one knee as if he was proposing to you. 

“Garreth I’ve told you a million times, no.”

“Why not?” He pouted, standing up and looking at you as if he were a lost puppy dog. 

You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. “Look Garreth, you’re a really really sweet guy. You are-”

“If I’m so sweet and charming then why won’t you be my date?” He interrupted, causing you to roll your eyes at him. 

“I never said you were charming, but if you let me finish I’d tell you why,” you snapped, clearly beyond frustrated with the ginger's antics. “I won’t go to the ball with you because I don’t want to be asked out as a joke. I want to go with someone who genuinely wants to go with me.” Garreth stood there looking rather stunned at your admission, and he quickly realised that you thought his hopeless attempts of asking you to be his partner at the Yule Ball was a joke. Before he could say anything in response you turned on your heels and walked away to your next class. 

That evening, you had snuck out of your common room to go to the astronomy tower. The stars were shining bright and it was certainly a sight to behold. Your mind was swimming with various different thoughts between your exams and the upcoming Yule Ball when suddenly a cough caught your attention. You spun around coming face-to-face with Garreth. He eyed your curiously. “What’re you doing out here?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Needed some fresh air,” you replied, leaning against the railing of the astronomy tower. 

“It’s almost midnight,” Garreth reminded you. 

“So?” You asked, shrugging slightly. “What are you doing out here?”

“Needed some fresh air,” he repeated your lines back to you as he stalked over to you. Grinning at him, you rolled your eyes playfully. 

“What’re you really doing out here?” You asked after a few seconds of comfortable silence. 

“I had a feeling you’d be out of bed,” Garreth replied. “I wanted to speak to you.”

“Look, Garreth, if you’re going to make another joke about us going to the Yule Ball together, save it.”

“That’s the thing, I’m not joking,” he said quickly, his hands resting on your shoulders. “I want to go with you.”  

You cocked your head at him curiously, searching his eyes for any sort of a lie. When you saw none, your mouth hung wide open. “You want to go with me?” 

“Yes. More than anything!” 

“So, you weren’t joking?” 

“Merlin, no. I wasn’t joking,” Garreth smiled warmly at you and it sent your heart into a fluttering frenzy. You blinked rapidly at him, batting your eyelashes like a moth flying towards a flame. 

“I swear to Merlin, Garreth if you’re joking you’ll never see the light of day again.” 

“I’m not joking,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Why did you think I was joking?” 

“You kept making these big, overly affectionate grand gestures. Hell, some people even thought you were proposing to me earlier today because you were on one knee.”

“That’s my love language,” Garreth replied defensively. “The time to worry is when I’m not being overly affectionate and making grand gestures.” 

“Besides,” you ignored him and continued talking, the words coming out of your mouth like vomit. “I thought we were just friends.” 

Garreth took a step closer to you, resting his hands on your hips. “I want to be more than just friends with you Y/N.” 

“Y-You do?” You asked, shocked to your core. Garreth continued nodding, his smile widening at your shocked expression. 

“I want you to come to the ball with me, as my date, not my friend.” Immediately you nodded your head. There was no doubt in your mind that you wanted to go with Garreth, and so you didn’t hesitate to answer. You wrapped your arms around Garreth’s neck and pulled him close to you, nuzzling your head against his chest lovingly. It was sweet, the way his heart was beating so fast. “I take it the nodding of your head is a solid yes?” He asked, grinning widely. 

“Yes,” you whispered against his chest. Garreth brought a hand up to stroke your hair. 

“Wear something red,” he said after a few moments of silence. 

“Red?” You asked, slightly confused. 

“Gryffindor colours,” he replied, confirming your suspicion. 

“Right,” you nodded your head and pulled away from Garreth’s chest. “I should go back to bed, but I'll see you tomorrow?” 

“You can count on it,” Garreth smirked, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. You felt your heart flutter in your chest as his lips met your head. You brushed your nose up against his before planting your lips softly on his. Garreth was slightly taken back by your boldness, but accepted the kiss nonetheless, eagerly kissing you back. When you pulled away, Garreth was breathless, his chest rising and falling dramatically with each deep breath he took. “I’ll see you tomorrow, beautiful.” And with that, he watched you walk away from the astronomy tower.

LEANDER PREWETT was shy, nervous and anxious about asking you to go to the Yule Ball with him. In fact, he was insistent on not going at all, but when you batted your eyelashes at him and begged him to come, Leander couldn’t say no. “Who are you going with?” You asked Leander as you walked with him to your next class. 

Leander stopped in his tracks and rubbed his neck awkwardly. “I don’t have a date, actually.” 

You were shocked to say the least. Leander was a good looking man, who wouldn’t want to go to a ball with him? “Is that why you didn’t want to come?” 

“Something like that, yeah.” 

You sighed, sitting down on the bench outside the Defence Against The Dark Arts classroom and patting the seat next to you for Leander to sit down. Nervously he looked towards the classroom door before obliging, sitting down next to you but leaving just enough distance to be considered respectful of your personal space. “You know, I don’t have a date either. But just because I don’t have a date, doesn’t mean I don’t want to go.” 

Leander nodded, a slight hum leaving his throat at your words. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go, he wanted to go and enjoy his night. The issue was he wanted to go with you. “I suppose,” he whispered, looking down at his feet. 

“Are you thinking of asking anyone?” You asked him softly, placing a hand on his knee. Leander became acutely aware of your hand gripping his kneecap and felt his breath hitch in his throat. He became a bumbling mess of a man as he tried to explain his predicament to you without telling you exactly why he didn’t want to go. 

“Yeah - I mean there’s this girl - but I don’t think she’d want to go with me and, I feel too nervous to ask her in case she shoots me down,” Leander muttered. 

“Who would ever shoot you down, Leander?” You asked him seriously as you furrowed your eyebrows. “You don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re smart, charming and handsome. Plenty of women are just dying to ask you to the ball!” 

Leander felt his heart skip a beat at your description and he looked up from his feet to gaze into your eyes. Were you saying that just to be nice, or did you really mean it? Surely if you meant it, then there’s no way you’d turn him down… right? Leander let out a shaky sigh. “Do you really mean that?” 

You nodded your head, a bright smile playing on your lips. You hated to admit it, but the thought of Leander asking someone else other than you to the ball cut you deep inside, but you were his friend and you had to be supportive. “Why don’t you practise asking me? Pretend I'm the girl.” Leander looked horrified at that suggestion and he felt his palms become sweaty. You squeezed his knee in reassurance. “Don’t be shy, Leander, it’s only me.”

‘That’s the problem’, Leander thought as he opened his mouth to speak. His throat ran dry as the words came tumbling off his lips, and fast. “Wouldyouliketocometotheballwithme?” 

“Good, but…” you trailed off, giggling slightly. “It was a bit fast. Try to slow down, the trick is to act confident. If you act confident, but not too confident, you can’t go wrong! The girl will be like putty in your hands.” 

Leander took another breath and ran a hand through his ginger hair. He looked down at your hand on his knee before looking into your eyes once more. With a deep breath, he spoke. This time sounding more serious and determined than before. “Will you, Y/N L/N, attend the Yule Ball with me?” 

You removed your hand from his knee and clapped in approval. You couldn’t deny the beating of your heart in your chest at the thought of him truly asking you to the ball, but you shook your head, trying to get that thought out of your head. “Perfect! If you say it exactly like that, that girl is bound to say yes!” 

Leander furrowed his eyebrows and pinched the bridge of his nose. He decided to try again. “Y/N… Will you accompany me to the ball?”

You blinked at him, heartbeat thumping in your ears. You wanted to believe that he was just practising again, but the way Leander was looking at you made you realise quickly that he wasn’t. “M-Me?” You asked him, pointing at your chest.

“Yes. You.” 

“Why me?” You managed to stammer out, feeling your cheeks flush red from embarrassment. 

Now it was Leander’s turn to place his hand on your knee. “Because you’re smart, charming and beautiful,” he replied, echoing the words that you had used to describe him earlier back at you. “And I would be the luckiest man in this castle if you agreed to attend this ball with me.” You hesitated for a moment, unsure if this was just some prank. Leander squeezed your knee slightly, a gentle push for you to answer his question. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, you just nodded your head. “You mean it?” He asked, scooting closer to you. 

“Yes, I mean it,” you whispered softly, nodding your head. You felt as though the man had just proposed marriage to you. 

Leander smirked, all his insecurities washing away with a nod of your head. “Great! I erm, I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked, nodding his head slowly. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow Leander,” you smiled softly, watching as the man walked away from you. Leander couldn’t stop smiling as he walked back to his dorm room, the feeling of finally being able to ask you, making him feel as though he could do anything.

AMIT THAKKAR watched you from across the room as you talked to Ominis and Sebastian, your two best friends. Amit desperately wanted to ask you to the Yule Ball, but he had managed to convince himself that one of your friends had already asked you. He had lost himself in staring at you, only noticing his gaze remained on you when you turned to look at him. Clearly, Sebastian had pointed out Amit’s staring to you. Just when the embarrassment couldn’t get any worse, you stood up and began walking over to him. Amit stiffened as you walked towards him, his eyes quickly diverting away from you. Then your voice came, “hey Amit.”

“H-Hi,” he managed to stutter out. Amit finally turned to look at you again, a soft, awkward smile on his lips. 

“You okay?” You asked, voice silky and smooth. You sat down on the bench next to him, getting yourself comfortable. 

“Me? I’m fine. Are you?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. 

“I’ve been better,” you replied honestly. This made Amit frown.

“What’s wrong?” He couldn’t help but ask you. 

“Well, it’s a bit silly,” you mumbled, shifting awkwardly next to him. “But nobody has asked me to the Yule Ball yet.” 

Amit’s eyes widened. Nobody had asked you? How could that be? You were utterly stunning. He couldn’t believe that nobody had asked you, not even Sebastian or Ominis. “So you’re not going with Sebastian? Or Ominis?” His voice held a hopeful tone. 

You couldn’t help but laugh slightly. “Sebastian? Ominis? Seriously?” 

“I-I just meant as friends,” Amit stammered as you shook your head, still laughing slightly. 

“No. I’m not going with either of them,” you stared at Amit with a grin on your face. “What about you? Who are you going with?” 

Amit shook his head. “Oh. No one.” 

“You haven’t asked anyone?” Amit shook his head, suddenly feeling very nervous. Was he making it obvious that he wanted to ask you? Should he ask you? He felt dizzy at your close proximity and sighed slightly as you asked another question. “Is there anyone you want to ask?” 

Amit nodded his head slightly, almost shyly. “Yeah, but, I can’t seem to work up the courage to ask.” 

“Why not?” You asked. “Surely whoever you want to ask would say yes! I mean, you’re amazing Amit. Don’t think about it too hard, and don’t think too harshly about yourself either.” You smiled at him, placing a hand on his shoulder comfortingly and squeezing gently. Amit looked at you, a slight blush peppering his cheeks. 

“Do you think so?” He asked, eyes widening slightly. 

You nodded your head. “Yes. I really do.” 

“In that case…” Amit turned to you, a gleam in his eyes. “Would you like to go to the ball with me?” 

Your lips turned up into a grin as you looked at Amit, both of your hearts beating rapidly. You didn’t even hesitate to nod at him, smiling widely. “I’d love to go to the ball with you!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands together excitedly. 

“R-Really?” Amit asked, shock covering his face. 

“Of course! I thought you’d never ask me,” you chuckle, shaking your head. Amit felt his face getting hotter at your comment. 

“Honestly? I thought I wouldn’t ask either.” 

“I’m glad you did,” you replied, taking his hand in yours and bringing it up to your lips.

“Me too,” he whispered, letting your lips skim across his hand. This was a dream come true for him, and for you too. “What will you be wearing?”

“Ah, you’ll just have to wait and see,” you grin, a slight giggle in your voice. 

“Well whatever it is, I’m sure you’re going to look stunning,” Amit smiled, forcing you to blush lightly. 

“Thank you, Amit,” you replied, slightly embarrassed. You stood up from your position on the bench to make your way back to your friends, but not before pressing a gentle kiss on Amit’s cheek. “I’ll see you soon, Amit.”

“Y-Yeah, I’ll see you soon.”  Amit watched as you walked away, a wide smile on his face. He was already excitedly anticipating the ball, but now he truly had a reason to: he’d be dancing with you. Drinking with you. He couldn’t wait to see how beautiful you looked. To have you on his arm, finally.

[hogwartslegacyreactions2]

Can you do HLC reacting to MC falling asleep during a class? It almost happened to me last Friday, and I think it would make a good reaction.

A/N: that's me this week, just tired af

HLC REACT TO MC FALLING ASLEEP IN CLASS

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He tries balancing and stacking things on MC. His record is three ink bottles, five books, and a rememberal. He thinks it's funny how deep MC can sleep.

OMINIS GAUNT: He's passed out next to them. Either he's just got his head down alongside theirs or they're leaning on each other. Sometimes he wakes up with MC's drool on his robes.

ANNE SALLOW: She entertains herself by tickling MC's nose with her quill. She wants to see how much she can get away with before they sneeze themself awake. Don't look at her, she didn't do it.

IMELDA REYES: She's indifferent, but if anyone other than a professor tries bothering MC, she scares them off with a glare. MC clearly needs to catch up on sleep. Back off.

NATSAI ONAI: She leans against them and uses MC as a cushion while she studies. She thinks they're really comfortable and it's a little funny that they don't stir from it. MC is out like a light.

GARRETH WEASLEY: He's not sure whether to be scared or impressed that MC fell asleep standing up in potions class. It ends up being one of the few classes he does cause chaos because he is so spellbound.

LEANDER PREWETT: MC has the right idea, this class is boring. He lays his head down next to them. His fingers gently touch theirs. He can pretend to hold their hand for a little bit.

AMIT THAKKAR: He gets nervous that MC will get in trouble and tries to gently wake them. If it doesn't work, he'll leave them be. Don't worry, he'll take notes for them.

EVERETT CLOPTON: He wants whatever they have to sleep that well, even in class. He entertains himself by blowing a piece of lint across the table to MC's nose and they blow it back as they take long steady breaths.

POPPY SWEETING: If MC has long hair, she braids it while they sleep. Otherwise, she doodles on their hand. The ink shouldn't last too long. She thinks.

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WIP tag game!

thank you @myokk , @syaolaurant and @simpforblindguy for tagging me! i have so many WIPs anyways so this is perfect for me LOL

starting out strong with amit 🙏🙏

this one has been in the works for SO long hahah.. i'm finally working on it

SUPER rough draft right here but i thought it'd be funny to show how messy the sketches i start with are 💀!

no pressure tags (so sorry if anyone i tag has already done this 😅): @dom1re @choccy-milky @the-ozzie @trappezoider @4ever2000lover @keri-mcberry @dwightschrute11 @iatnen

[srbachchan]

DAY 5948

Jalsa, Mumbai May 31-June 1, 2024 Fri/Sat 12:14 AM

🪔 ,

June 01 .. birthday greetings to Ef Barun Sen .. and Ef Manish Singh Rajpoot .. 🙏🏻🚩❤️

Belated birthday greetings to Ef Amit Agrawal from Seattle USA 🇺🇸 .. for May 31 .. 🙏🏻🚩❤️

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and all the wishes for the birthdays from the Ef family .. love ❤️

so each day is a learning .. what I learnt today stays .. and is replicated to others , and in particular family and the dear ..

I learn today ..

aaahh .. never mind ..

it be not of interest or importance to share to the other .. there is ever the reason for it .. and it be that , better to get the sharing of another that is greatly more proficient and valued than what you may have picked up .. and that is and has been the practice, at least for me .. I may be of the opinion that my learning could be of value to another .. but what if his or her learning is sufficiently more interesting than mine .. to assume that yours is the best is my fallacy .. and fear in many ways .. to be put down is an embarrassment .. ever .. you think you know all but there are millions of others better than you .. you m ay be the strongest physical presence in your environ, until you turn a corner on the street and discover that there are several others stronger than you .. your boast goes to roast .. !!

so ..

come to me .. yes , come .. but -

wait .. wait .. wait .. !!

I am never the best ..

and wait .. wait .. waaaiiittttt .. could be the utterance from AAA in film coming out of an Easter egg , giberiging :

'the whole country of the system is juxtapositioned by the haemoglobin in the atmosphere .. !!'

but it was just ad. libbed at the recording by me .. not making any sense .. Manmohan Ji just allowed me to say any junk at my request .. just so it looks like a proficient English speaking Anthony, when indeed he is not .. and merely just rattling off some BUMFF .. !

AND ..

AND ..

AND ..

you shall be surprised and shocked as am I , that it was mere junk spoken by me .. but the Ef Bushra on a research of the film Amar Akbar Anthony by the interview given by Man ji to an English journalist or writer found this :

The song ‘My name is Anthony Gonsalves’ begins with these lines spoken by Anthony when he emerges from the Easter egg – “You see, the whole country of the system is juxtapositioned by the hemoglobin in the atmosphere because you are a sophisticated rhetorician intoxicated by the exuberance of your own verbosity.” It is an almost exact quotation from a speech in the Parliament of the United Kingdom given by British Prime Minister Benjamin Disraeli in 1878. Disraeli (who was referring to William Ewart Gladstone) used the word “inebriated” rather than “intoxicated.”

wooooaaaahhhh !!! 😳

AND .. hang on ..

I had some days ago either a letter or a WhatsApp message from a cinema fan and a very proficient scientist, I think from the US, an Indian doing research on space , that the words :

'juxtapositioned by the haemoglobin in the atmosphere'

is a scientific fact .. that indeed there is this factor and a reality, scientifically proven, of 'haemoglobin in the atmosphere, being juxtapositioned,' or something like this .. and his purpose of writing to me was ..

how did mr B know of this fact years before it was researched ..

🤣

🤣

🤣

NO NO NO sir .. I knew nothing .. they were just funny sounding words that were invented at the time of the song recording live by me, spontaneously, without any pre prep or meaning, and enacted in the song , my name is Anthony Gonsalves ... !!!!

OHHH .. BABY .. !!!

I must search that mail or letter .. to give the correct interpretation of this scientist ..

so where did we start today ..?

aaah yes .. learning ..

told you .. never a dull day ..🤨

Love night and dreams 😴

Amitabh Bachchan

... such a common phenomena 👆🏼 in the days of the cassette generation

🤣

[lemonsprite]

Fooling around || Sebastian Sallow x Male!Reader

Summary: you teach Sebastian to let loose a little

Word count:

Warnings: slight suggestive themes (?) nothing crazy just snogging (hate that term as an American)

A/N: might make a Verizon about Ominis where he’s jealous of m! Reader and Sebastian idk tho TT okay off topic I HATE JK ROWLING SO MUCH WITH A BURNING PASSION AS A TRANSGENDER but! I am also autistic and unfortunately have a special interest in Harry Potter (I’ve had one since I was nine) AND ITS SUCH A BAD CONFLICT I want to make content but at the same time don’t (anyways make sure you pirate Hogwarts legacy xoxo) NOT BETA READ IM SORRY

“Okay okay-“ smiled Sebastian, leaning backwards against the nearby wall of the undercroft. “I dare you…” he paused, thinking of what next to say. “To send Amit Thakkar an owl full of belch powder!”

“Godric’s Heart Sebastian that’s awful!” You exclaimed, rolling your eyes.

Sebastian tsk’d, waving a finger in front of your face. “Ah-ah-ah you choose dare, remember?” He smirked.

With a sigh you admitted your defeat, reluctantly producing a blank piece of parchment to begin your nasty prank. Despite your reluctance to this task, Sebastian had welcomed you in to the undercroft even with all his prejudice towards you in the beginning- part of you felt like you had to go along with his dare even if it was a bit cruel (and a little funny).

Having never played many muggle games growing up, you’d thought now would be a better time than ever to introduce Sebastian to the wonderful word of ‘Truth or Dare’. Part of you regretted that decision now, with how wonderfully he was adapting to the game already.

“Alright Sebastian- Truth or dare?” You ask, not looking up from your letter.

“Truth.”

“Got any one in the castle you fancy?”

Sebastian’s silence is what finally drew you from your letter, looking up to meet his flushed gaze.

Part of you had expected a ‘no.’ After all, Sebastian never struck you as the romancing type, but seeing his face dusted in pink wasn’t unwelcome- in fact you quite liked the look on him. A voice in the back of your head urged you to make him blush more often.

You raised your eyebrow at him, prompting him to answer.

Sebastian whispered something, you could not make it out.

“What?” You asked, staring at him confusedly.

“You.” He whispered.

“Me what?”

“You- I Like you!” Sebastian exclaimed, his voice raising in frustration at your obliviousness.

Oh.

That went from zero to one hundred.

There was silence for what felt like eternity before you let out a small chuckle, taking a sip of the pumpkin juice Sebastian had brought the two of you.

He stared at you, his eyes a mixture of emotions.

Sebastian began hurriedly covering up his earlier confession. “I know you probably think that strange- I mean a boy liking another boy? Weird right anyways-“

“I like you too.” You said, staring at him over your cup of juice.

That effectively stopped Sebastian’s rambling, he peered at you- bewildered.

“But… but we’re both men?”

“And?” You asked. “Back where I’m from It’s quite normal for boys our age to fool around with each other before we marry- course’ I feel like we should all just be able to marry whom ever we want, never really found myself fancying girls.” You ranted, waving your hand animatedly in the air. All the while Sebastian stared at you, wide eyed and curious.

“…really?” He asked after a moment. You nodded your head, very serious.

“Have you ever… kissed another boy?” Sebastian asked.

“Oh yeah, plenty- a few girls here and there too…” you smiled, leaning in closer to Sebastian.

It seemed impossible to shock Sebastian any further yet here you were.

“And… fooling around… that too?”

“Occasionally… once or twice.”

Again there was silence, Sebastian staring at you intently.

“Could you…” Sebastian paused, thinking of the best way to go about this increasingly awkward conversation. “… teach me?”

It was your turn to be shocked now, staring at him for a moment.

“Teach you?”

“To like… you know- fool around…” said Sebastian, averting his gaze to the floor, that adorable pink flush returning.

You smiled at him, finding his clumsiness adorable.

“Sure.”

Tentatively, as if afraid of scaring away a small creature, you reach your hand over to Sebastian, placing your palm over his and guiding his hand to your waist.

“Like this okay?” You hum, looking up at Sebastian who swallowed heavily and nodded his head.

“I’m gonna- lean down here…” you explain with a grunt, shifting yourself backwards so that you were almost laying on the ground with your elbow propped up to support your weight, Sebastian’s hand still on your waist.

“Now I want you to put one leg over me… kinda like a broom.” You explained, watching with a smile as Sebastian clumsily followed your orders, straddling your legs.

“Good.” You praised, moving Sebastian’s other hand to cage in your body against the floor, your own tangling itself into his hair.

Sebastian’s mouth was slightly agape, his pupils blown wide and his eyes alight with excitement.

“This alright?” You asked, looking up at him to make sure he was still doing good.

“Very.” He breathed. “Could we uh…” he trailed off.

“Get to the kissing part?” You asked with a smirk.

“Yes.” Said Sebastian. “That… Please.”

Using your hand buried in his hair you guided Sebastian towards you, his head dipping to meet your lips in an inexperienced kiss.

It was clumsy and awkward, a mess of teeth clashing against each other and rushed apologies from Sebastian’s mouth.

Your chest was alight and if you hadn’t known any better you’d expected fire works to burst straight from your torso like one of Garreth’s wild potions.

“(y/n)…” breathed Sebastian into the kiss, his hand digging into the fabric on your waist. You pulled him closer deepening the kiss as you opened your mouth.

Pulling away from the embrace you look up breathlessly at Sebastian, his lips plump and swollen from all the kissing.

“Can I take your cloak off?” You ask quietly, your voice echoing in the undercroft. “It’d make this whole thing a lot easier.” And before you could even reach a hand up to unbuckle the clasp of Sebastian’s cloak he’d beaten you to the chase, practically ripping the fabric off his shoulders as he tossed it behind the two of you.

You looked at him in shocked silence, a smirk tugging at your lips.

“Eager are we?” You asked.

“Hush.” Said Sebastian, taking the lead as he bent down, his free hand not on your waist going to your chest, wrapping around your torso and pulling you in closer still.

Sebastian enveloped you in a kiss once more. Your mouth opened into his, turning messy as you searched for Sebastian’s tongue, the undercroft filling with the noises of breathless moans.

The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled you from the moment, Sebastian’s head whipping around to meet the intruders.

“Ominis!” He smiled forcefully, dropping his hands causing you to fall and smack your head against the old tiled floor with a ‘thump!’.

You groaned in pain, Sebastian reaching out his hands to help you before stopping himself, looking back at Ominis.

“Sebastian.” Ominis growled. “Are you seriously snogging a girl in the undercroft? I thought this was our place!”

“No! I mean yes! I mean-“ floundered Sebastian, helping you sit up from the floor and whispering apologies into your ear.

“I just… I really like this guy Ominis.” Sebastian mumbled, looking at the floor embarrassedly, not realizing his words till they’d already slipped out.

“Guy?” Asked Ominis, his voice suddenly soft.

“(y/n). I’m with (y/n).” Admitted Sebastian, his face that adoring shade of pink once more.

Ominis was silent for a long moment processing this new information.

“Okay… it’s- it’s okay Sebastian just… just go make out somewhere else yeah?” Ominis said, his voice suddenly soft and as soon as the tender moment happened it disappeared, the blonde boys voice snarky once more. “And if I ever catch you snogging in here again I’ll have your head, got it?”

“Very.” Said Sebastian with a small smirk, relieved at his friends response. He wrapped his hand around yours, hastily grabbing his discarded cloak and standing up. “Now I’m gonna…”

“Please do get your sorry excuse out of here.” Scoffed Ominis. “I’ll have to disinfect everything, who knows what you two’ve been getting up to.”

Jojo try not to rush another fics ending challenge (impossible)

[alibasnur]

Luminary (Amit Thakkar x F!Reader)

PAIRING: Amit Thakkar x F!Reader

WARNING: Confession, first kiss, mutual pining, Second Person POV

WORD COUNT: 1.8K

AUTHOR’S NOTE: After procrastinating for almost a month I’m like you know what? I’m posting this. It’s a Yule Ball themed fanfiction that I wrote because I’m inspired by this post. But since I’m worried that I might end up making my friend’s character too OOC, I made this into a x reader fanfiction instead 😄

The Yule Ball would’ve been easier had you gone to have fun alone. But when you are in love, things get complicated. Suddenly, someone else mattered to you. No matter how lovely that person was, you could adorn yourself for hours, and still wonder if it was enough.

Your eyes focused on scanning through the Entrance Hall for a sign of your partner in the crowd of students. And found him you did, patterns were woven on his outer coat, a long, silver-embroidered shawl over his shoulder with the other end hung on his arm, that was the way Amit stood out. 

The princely quality of the arrangement made you flutter. You hid behind the stone wall, telling your poor heart to calm down. 

Amit was two flights of stairs away, repeating his steps and muttering to himself, a contrast to the charming attire he put together that would otherwise make him look pleasantly intimidating. Your chest did something funny and it couldn’t be helped. He was just so endearing. 

You jumped a little when he spotted you. As you walked out of your hiding spot, he put a hand on his chest, as if he had been disarmed without a spell, stunned and speechless, and now you were even. His hand was offered, convincing you to not shy away.

Waltz filled the air and couples danced to it. Each pair looked different from the direction of the chandeliers. The hem of your attire gave the impression of a comet trail, hands and arms attached to your dance partner in his midnight sky blue coat. 

He kissed the back of your hand at the end of the first Waltz. He could be so coy as to avoid looking at you in the eye, but you noticed the red tint growing on his cheeks. 

The merry died down as midnight approached. The clock showed half past eleven in the evening and the orchestra had been playing a softer-sounding arrangement. 

By the end of the 7th year, many of your friends were either courting or engaged. By the looks of it, only true couples stayed for the slow dance, which wasn’t the case for both of you. But to be there with Amit didn’t feel out of place. You felt like an actual couple, in some way. 

He hadn’t said anything about it, neither had you. But you could’ve sworn that at some moments, you almost got to that point. He would raise your hope and say ‘I want to speak to you about something’ and after a moment of pause, he would say something entirely different.

Sometimes, you had a dreadful reminder that someday, he would remember you only briefly, like a passing eclipse, or a red dye on a maiden’s hand washed off too early, not enough to leave a stain.

At some point, both of you agreed to retreat yourselves, shifting from the ballroom full of light from the crystal chandelier to a dimmer part of the castle that was the Central Hall. 

It seemed that they cast a charm on the bridge, the falling snow melted and dripped down the lake as soon as they hit the ground.

Amit, like the admirer that he was, stared at the vast open sky as you both walked through the bridge near the Viaduct Courtyard.

“I love how clear it is here.” His eyes twinkled at them before they stared back at you. “My family lives in a big city, sometimes it’s too clouded with pollution to see anything.” 

“Luckily you spend most of your years here. You better enjoy them while you can.”

“And I’m grateful for it.” He sighed. “Oh, I will miss this so much.”

“You’re really going to travel, aren’t you? I mean, after graduation, of course.”

“I am, and I’m already thinking of my first destination.” He perked. 

“And you’re going to write a book too.” You chuckled. “That’s wonderful.”

The hold of your hand around his arm released. You walked ahead, much to his confusion. Arms crossed with your back facing against him, leaving him a few steps away. 

You could see the sighing of your deep breath in the cold air, and so he noticed. You heard a flap of a fabric, the shawl he wrapped around your shoulders.

“Thank you.” You mumbled.

“Don’t worry.” He smiled. “Can I write about you in the details of our adventure in the fifth year?” 

The gloom on your face turned into a grin now.

“No, please, not about me.” Your head shook. “Imagine if Professor Weasley drag me back just to give me detention if she found out!” You uttered in a loud whisper.

“Or, she would be proud of you! Maybe she would say ‘This one was my student once!’ who knows?” He shrugged.

“Amit!” You urged.

“Alright! I’m just joking.” His hands raised in surrender. “I won’t mention your name, I'll guarantee that.”

“Okay, that will do just fine.” You sighed in relief. “Although I’m sad that I won’t meet my friends as much. You won’t forget about me, won’t you?”

“What? That’s ridiculous, I won’t!”

“Really?”

“Of course!”

“Then, promise me that you’ll write to me.” 

You extended your little finger, which he took without a doubt.

“I promise.” 

A silly idea came out of nowhere, you curled your finger on his palm, he laughed from the ticklishness on his skin, breaking the rest of the melancholy that remained in the air.

“Hey! What was that for?”

You had no replies, only a mischievous smile that invited him. 

Amit crouched from the playful attack that you brought to his hips, while you wrapped his shawl around your head, hiding your bare neck away from what he sent back.

Laughter echoed around the thick stone walls, and the paintings fussed. The two of you ran through Sir Nicholas’ see-through form, only stopping for a while to apologize before going back to your childish game of chase. 

You didn’t remember when was the last time you sported around this way. You tackled him, and he tackled you.

But the laughing fit gradually subsided and both of you fell on the marble floor. He lied down to catch his breath, while you sat beside him and stared, as the moonlight from outside the window shone his face in the most flattering way. 

There was a certain solemnity in the air that none of you wanted to move away, although you were both too close to be appropriate. Thankfully, the Gargoyles’ eyes didn’t reach this place enough to make their teasing remarks, nor Peeves. 

His stare shifted from the ceiling, and fell on the silver embedded silk that curtained your face.

“Well, look at you!” He breathed out, shaking his head in astonishment. “This suits you so well! You look—” 

He slightly tucked away the silk, revealing your skin and the growing flush that appeared rose-stained at his affectionate gaze. He quietly wished that he could just kiss it, suffocating to simply think of.

“—Like a bride.” 

The words spilled out like a wish, more silent and stifled.

A bride— something unspoken started to surface, and at this point, it became inevitable.

Amit had his potion ingredients mixed up the other day, for the first time in years, he received a scolding from Professor Sharp. 

His poorly drawn star chart sent quite a shock to Professor Shah. She wrote to his family, saying that their son has been distracted. 

But nothing fruitful will ever come out of him, no matter how much they ask. Their beloved son has learned to keep his secret in all his letters. 

And he knew perfectly why. Why he had been losing his sleep and his appetite, and why he messed up his sentences in your presence every once in a while, when you gave him a compliment or when you stood so close that he could feel your breath tickling his neck.

It all came to this moment when his turmoil was at peak. He needed to break out, to give himself some closure, and, to give you something you had been waiting for, although he hadn't known about it, not yet.

“I must say something.” 

His voice broke out in an unusually daring way.

“What is it?” 

“But—” He made a pause, and you noticed the hesitation from him as he furrowed his eyebrows. “If you don’t like what I’m about to say.. would you still be my friend?” 

“Of course I will, you silly.” You let out a chuckle. “Well, say it, Amit.”

“Oh, Gods.. Alright.” He took a sharp breath. “I know that we will part ways soon.. but, when I think of the possibility that we will grow apart, or that you may end up with someone else— I don’t think I will be able to take it.”

“You don’t want me ending up with someone else?”  Your eyes softened, turning just as warm as the rest of your face. “Then, who would you rather I end up with?” Your words were like a taunt.

“I’d rather—” And then he finally said it. “I would rather you end up with me.”

His sight avoided you, and the moment of silence that swole up washed him with regret. It became unbearable to be at the mercy of your towering gaze, no matter how tender it seemed.

“I won’t pressure you to return the sentiment.”

His voice shook, trying to tone down his sincere wish to not chase you away. 

His lips trembled as he tried to find an explanation for himself. Sometimes, you would find yourself staring at them, and wondering.

“You know, I just want to...”

His next words drifted away as your thumbs reached for his chin. 

“..If that’s how you feel about me—” 

You didn’t know what had got into you. As puzzled as he was, he couldn’t help but to look at you as he felt your fingertip on his lips.

“—Then, I hope you wouldn’t mind..”

The floral scent of your perfume started to cloud his judgment, and his lips parted for you to take.

The sheer blue silk on your head fell on him as well, acting like a partition between both of you and whoever might walk in. And if they do, they’d be welcomed by a pair of silhouettes, lips pressed together underneath the embroidered silk, although full of silver thread, but sheer enough to be exposed. 

As you breathed for air, his head raised slightly, unwilling to be parted from the kiss that ceased his doubts. You didn’t know his lips would be so soft as they moved to feel more of you, so delicate.

As you rested your head on his chest, the thumping of his heart could be heard alarmingly fast.

Amit looked at the stars just outside the window. Everything he loved always seemed unreachable. But now they were all in his arms.

[rae-and-mezo]

How HL boys take care of reader while they are sick?

Ominis Gaunt:

Despite his many health issues due to his familie's family circle, Ominis has a very healthy immune system.

So he's not worried about catching whatever you have.

But he's still kinda grossed out by the idea of germs.

Of course he is there for you! Don't even worry about being alone, he's bringing you soup and water from the kitchens and making you tea for your throat. He'll bring you blankets or take them away, anything you need.

But if you're throwing up? He's supporting you from a distance. He'll rub your back when you are FOR SURE finished.

I don't think he will take the day off classes but he brings you your homework and if you're sick enough pretty much does it for you.

If you want, he reads to you in an attempt to keep you alert and not delirious

He'll hold your hand while sitting next to you, but doesn't initiate any kisses or cuddles. Honestly, he doesn't WANT any kisses or cuddles while you are sick but he knows you need comfort so one or two don't kill him.

Sebastian Sallow:

He's absolutely unbothered.

Especially after Anne became cursed, he has lots of experience with sick people. Sebastian is such a caregiver. Honestly, he kinda loves an opportunity to take care of you.

Will wash your face with a cool cloth every couple of hours, keep you up to date on potions, run you a hot bath when you need it, etc.

Does not care how sick you are. Nothing is his limit. Holds your hair back and rubs your back if you're throwing up, holding you close if you're delirious or emotional.

If you're sick for long enough he's hoisting you up and taking you outside for little bits at a time. Keeping your room clean and your windows open.

Much like Ominis, doesn't take a break from classes but spends his free period with you, lunch with you, brings you tea between classes.

Garreth Weasley:

Listen, man has like twenty siblings. Not really, but he has ALOT!

He is used to this. He's never really taken the caretaker role because his mother did that. When his siblings would get sick, he would run and grab things for his mom, bring them things on request etc.

So with you, he isn't used to putting his whole effort into caring for you. Of course he doesn't mind!

He's doing things he saw his mom doing, and brings you a concoction of "soothing" liquids. Tea, honey, lemon water, anything he can think of.

However, he does take the day off classes with an excuse that he stayed up to late and slept the whole day.

For the most part, he leaves you alone. Brings you your tea and changes out your forehead cloth, fluffs your pillow maybe, and leaves with a kiss on the forehead. Doesn't come back until either its time for a cloth change or you ask for him.

He can't skip classes forever, so he can only do it one day. If you're sick for longer than that, he will do his best to spend free time with you. He brings his dinner to come eat it with you.

Leander Prewitt:

Wants absolutely NOTHING to do with sickness. But he loves you, so, he can suffer.

Don't expect too much from him. He's such a germaphobe it isnt funny. He brings you tea and offers you a few stories about his day. He stays if you want him too but he isn't cut out to be a caretaker.

Oh man, imagine you fell asleep on him though! He sits beside you, a considerable distance mind you, but you sidle up to him and pass out on his shoulder.

He wants to be disgusted but you look ADORABLE and you trust him that much to snuggle him while you're asleep? It melts him.

After a bit though, He gently wriggles out from under you and makes sure you're comfortable on your pillow. Then he uses a few quick cleaning spells and leaves with a reassuring squeeze to your hand.

Amit Thakkar

Like Ominis, is a germaphobe but chill about it.

When he hears from a dormmate that you're sick, he runs into your dorm with breakfast and eats it with you.

He's so sympathetic. Every sniffle hurts him :(.

Amit is an only child, and his parents had never been real sick. So he doesn't know exactly what to do, but he tries.

He brushes the knots out of your hair and does what he can. Amit would never miss a day of classes, but he's a little behind because he takes notes for you. They're EXTREMELY detailed, explaining everything so that you won't be confused between gaps.

He makes you eat something and if you throw it up, he is grossed the hell out but supportive. Like, rubs your back but is looking away and trying not to breathe through his nose.

He's just so sweet, and when you're better sits you down for a tutoring session so he can go over what you missed. Even though he didn't need too with the notes he took.

[sammiesallow]

Hiii!! Could you do headcanons for Ominis, Amit and Natsai of what they're like when they have a crush? Have a wonderful day/night Sammie!! ❤

OMG yes of course I can! Love them sm

Crushing hard!! (Ominis, natsai, Amit.)

Summary- what they're like having a crush! No pronouns specified

A/n- this is so cute! I love natty, she's adorable!! Cw's- none! Pure fluff and cuteness

Ominis Gaunt 🐍

Honestly, he doesn't want to admit he's crushing.

Is in denial until sebastian yells at him about it

"This is painful to watch... Can you just kiss her already?"

He realizes that he does indeed have a crush, and the first thing he does is avoid you like the plague.

Cause he can't see(obviously), he memorized your scent, the patterns of your walk, and your beautiful, beautiful voice

Now every time he hears It he freaks out and either pretends like he's sleeping, or quite literally runs away

The only reason he ever confronts you is when sebastian makes him

"If you don't talk to them, I will."

Obviously ominis does NOT want that.

He asks you to meet him in the undercroft after dinner, and confesses with a poem and some flowers

He's the sweetest <3

Natsai Onai ❤️

The absolute sweetheart she is....

The second she realizes she has a crush- she asks her friends. (Aka poppy and sebastian)

Knows that she likes you, and is admittedly nervous, but still spends time with you

She's the type of person to be ok with rejection. If you say no, it's alright, because in her mind you two will still be besties!!

Although one thing she notices quickly is how much she thinks about you.

It's really funny honestly, natty will literally be sitting next to you and still daydream about what your hands would feel like in hers

(Her hands are rlly soft btw)

Respectful queen, but also nervous queen

In this case, you will probably be the one confessing first.

She's confident, yes, but in this situation.... No

Cannot work up the courage to ask you out, but you feel the same and ask her out first (with the help of poppy and sebastian)

it's probably at the most random time, too.

You two will be walking out of class

"Hey natty, I really like you. In a romantic way. You wanna go out sometime?"

She turns a whole new shade of red

Surprisingly easy to fluster her!!

Confident girlboss but and absolute sweetheart in private 🤭

You go on little dates together and you fly her around on highwing it's adorable

Amit Thakkar 🔭

He's a baby. /pos

Sorry not sorry

When you show an interest in astronomy, he's over the moon!

Quickly develops a crush after the first few classes together

He's adorable, really.

When he knows he has a crush- Merlin's beard does he get nervous

Stutters and blushes every time he's around you

will constantly compliment you and shower you with praise

He thinks you're perfect in every single way, he's so in love

Asks for advice 100%

Man's is so nervous and sweaty because he is definitely afraid of rejection

But with some help he works up the courage to ask you out!!

He asks you on a date and tells you to meet him outside the castle, and takes you stargazing <3

You have a picnic, and he confesses his feelings.

It's absolutely adorable and he treats you like a prince/princess!!

[sallowtheories]

Time turner mayhem resulting in Hogwarts Legacy and Hogwarts Mystery together in the same time

*Poppy and Barnaby silent screaming while hugging puffskin, in order not to scare they cute fluff balls*

*Natty and Rowan hyping each other up, talking about how they have disregarded their own safety for their MC*

*Garreth taking aggressively fast notes as Penny talks about potions to the point of sweat*

*Imelda, Merula and Ismelda discussing who's the best in a surprisingly civil manner*

*Badeea and Amit disagreeing on a very small detail in Badeea's star map*

*Leander staring at Bill and Charlie, growing more and more red in the face*

Leander: "So your mother's a Prewett?"

Bill: "Was a Prewett".

Leander: "And is now a Weasley?"

Charlie: "Yes".

Leander: *rubbing his forehead* "Oh goodness".

*Everett, Tonks and Tulip planning to pull and prank so big, that it will extend over almost 100 years*

*Ben telling Duncan that being scared is okay as they watch Poppy and Barnaby play around with the puffskins. It's when you do it even though you're scared, that you're showing true bravery*

*Andre and Diego teaming up with Sacharissa to give Andrew fashion advise*

*Lucan and Jae sharing advice on how to keep illegal activity secret from the professors*

*Adelaide and Chiara talking calmly in the corner*

*Liz and Arthur vibing*

*Sebastian, HL MC, Talbott and HM MC staring at them all with Ominis just hanging out around them*

HL MC: "Okay this is kind of weird".

Talbott: "Yeah, it's almost as if we were created by the same people, but one of once became much more popular that the other, to the point where one of their main characters is being added into other game plays with a semi official statement from the creatures, stating that they have the intention of turning it into franchise, while the other one is not even considered cannon".

Sebastian: "Wow, that felt very targeted".

HM MC: "Talbott, wtf".

Talbott: "Sorry, Trelawny is getting to me".

*All four returning to watch their friends in silence*

Ominis: "Soooo, who's the Gaunt of your time?"

HM MC and Talbott: *makes eye contact before laughing nervously* "Well it's funny that you asked..."

[artebris]

*wheeze*

Yeah, I can’t read.

*Proceeds to write a romance fanfic*

[jmliebert]

✩HL FRIENDS-GROUP DYNAMICS - DRUNK EDITION✩

a.k.a one saturday night... (a headcanon)

✩Garreth✩

is all over the place

touchy-feely

lots of bro hugs

the one who wants to sing

and he's doing it loudly may I add

not a single thought behind those eyes at the end of the party (he's very drunk)

✩Natsai✩

very excited about the whole ~party~ situation

lots oh happy hands-clapping

doing some cool wandless magic just for the sake of it

teasing everyone softly

and is the one who wants to dance

✩Amit✩

the life of the party

is up for everything and is laughing all the time

W I L D !

and effortlessly funny

sadly the first to get knocked-out

sleeps peacefully on the sofa for the half of the night

only to be disturbed by Garreth bonding a tie around his forehead with a bow on top of it

✩Sebastian✩

the one to smuggle the alcohol

dirty and bold statements that make Onai and Ominis raise their eyebrows in confusion

plus points when Amit covers his mouth #scandalised

but Sebastian just want to impress MC, ok? and it's complicated when he's drunk...

blushes a lot when MC is near, of course

"so...wha..whaad you think of meee?"

✩Ominis✩

lots of finger-pointing

teasing Garreth (making Sebastian proud)

when girls start to compliment him he loses all his composure

*cutie hihi*

is the one who is the best dancer

very gallant when drunk treating girls like princesses and always agreeing when they want to dance with him

soon Garreth want to dance with him too, holding hands, swirling and all

heart-throb of the party

✩Poppy✩

laughs a lot

and everyone thinks she's totally adorable

with puffskien on her lap

cleans-up the mess

in charge of food

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HL students’ Patronuses

Here are my personal Headcannons:

Amit Thakkar- Owl (nocturnal, wise, practical, likes to be “above it all” but not in a pretentious way)

Everett Clopton- Crow (highly intelligent, but likes to cause mayhem)

Lucan Brattleby- Mantis Shrimp (Tiny, easily underestimated, but WILL fuck you up)

Natsai Onai- Gazelle (My exact reasoning is minor spoilers but it’s also just such a good fit for her)

Poppy Sweeting- Great Pyrenees (I know she has a story connection to Hippogriphs, and that would also work, but since magical creature Patronuses are rare I wanted to give her something that was adorable but also bred to protect sheep from wolves)

Sebastian Sallow- Bull (this one feels so obvious to me. He’s got big taurus energy in his single-mindedness and his disregard for the destruction that single-mindedness causes. But he’s also practical, devoted, intelligent, funny, and I always think of Bulls as a sort of tragic animal in like, a bullfighting context)

Ominis Gaunt- Mongoose (He doesn’t think he can produce one at first because of his past and that no one in his family can. So imagine how sweet it would be when he realizes that not only can he do it, but it’s an animal famous for fighting snakes! I also imagine that since he’s blind someone would have to tell him what that is, so theres some free fanfic potential there for ya)

[hogwartslegacyreactions2]

HEYY!!

Just found your account and spent maybe a little too much time scrolling through the content here (i dont have a problem what are you talking about)

I was wondering if you could do the students (and possibly teachers) reaction to MC accidentally calling Fig dad?

c:

A/N: awwww yes! Father Figure Fig is best Fig!

HLC REACT TO MC CALLING PROFESSOR FIG "DAD"

MC was having lunch with their friends in the Great Hall. Professor Fig stopped by to give them a library book they needed for study. He had checked it out before them and promised to give it to them at the earliest convenience.

He sets it down next to MC and gives them, and their friends, a polite wave before walking away. He did not want to interrupt their conversation. As he steps away, he hears MC say "Thanks, Dad." behind him.

MC: They had a mouthful of food when they noticed the book and Fig. They wanted to thank him and hurriedly swallow their food to say so before he was too far away. They don't know where the dad part came from. They don't call anyone dad. It was entirely accidental. Their cheeks flush red with embarrassment and they wanted to disappear.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He raises an eyebrow. "Didn't know you two were related. Isn't he a bit old to be your dad?" He laughs at MC's fluster.

OMINIS GAUNT: "Shut up, Sebastian. It was clearly an accident. They've never mentioned parents before." He goes back to eating.

ANNE SALLOW: She kicks Sebastian under the table. "Fig can be their dad if MC wants him to be. He's one of the nicest professors at Hogwarts."

IMELDA REYES: She snorts at MC's freudian slip, and joins Sebastian in the taunting. "Bet that's not the first time they've done that."

NATSAI ONAI: She doesn't get what's so funny. If MC sees Fig as a father figure, they should be free to express it.

GARRETH WEASLEY: "Ha! You called Fig, dad. That's funny. Are you going to tell your real dad about it? ... Do you have a real dad?" He realized he never asked if MC had parents. The subject just never came up.

LEANDER PREWETT: He actually did a spit take from how unexpected MC's response was. Don't get him wrong, Fig is a good professor, but dad? Seems a bit much.

AMIT THAKKAR: "Out of all the professors here, Fig does make the most sense as a father figure. At least to you specifically, MC. He was your introduction to Hogwarts, was he not?"

EVERETT CLOPTON: He takes off his glasses and wipes off the pumpkin juice from Leander's spit take. He completely missed what MC said, so he's just annoyed that Leander sprayed him.

POPPY SWEETING: She laughs at Leander and Everett more than MC and the Slytherins. The whole situation didn't really phase her, she was just enjoying the vibes of the friend group.

ELEAZAR FIG: His heart. Oh, sweet Merlin, his heart. He didn't want to make a scene in the Great Hall so he kept walking like he hadn't heard them. When he thinks he's out of line of sight, he clutches his chest and nearly cries. Even if it was just an accident, he was overcome with emotion.

MATILDA WEASLEY: She and Mirabel were in the Great Hall's antichamber when Fig came out and clutched his chest. She thought he was having a heart attack. When he explains, she sighs with relief and shakes her head with a smile. MC and fig were practically inseparable, so this didn't surprise her too much.

MIRABEL GARLICK: She was ready to run to the hospital wing with Fig when he explained his situation. She's so happy for him. It makes her happy when a fellow professor does such a wonderful job with the students that they truly see the professors as parental figures more than just teachers.