#andre egwu x mc

[themilkshanghai]

Gifts and Smiles

" Happy Birthday Maya~ It not much for you… " " That’s okay. I’m so happy that you did it for me, Thank you Andre "

Andre gave Maya a jasmine flower, She smiled with joy and that thing makes him happy too.

Now They’ve grown up, working and time may prevent them from meeting. Even so, They still care about each other.

[judediangelo75]

Funny Feeling

*Looks around for a few seconds, sneaks in, drops this, and goes back into my little hidey hole*

MC Friend: David Willows ( @that-scouse-wizard )

Kendrick Lives!AU Installment

Word Count: 3.026

"Talbott, what are you doing?" The young wizard jumped at Andre's voice, immediately hiding the journal he was writing in behind his back. The Style Wizard raised a brow, noting the nervous look on Talbott's usual impeccable poker face.

"Andre, I didn't hear you come in," Talbott said, slowly inching closer to the entryway that led to the dorms. The loner Ravenclaw fought the urge to fidget under Andre's narrowed gaze.

"...whatcha got back there, Winger," Andre finally asked after a few beats of silence.

"Nothing, just some class notes," Talbott replied, though Andre could hear the slight tremor in his voice. Andre smirked.

"Class notes don't make you nervous, Winger. Let me see. It's only me..." Andre and Talbott stood in the middle of their common room, staring at each other in silence. Before they both broke into a run--Andre chasing after a red-faced Talbott.

"MIND YOUR DAMN BUSINESS, EGWU!"

"NEVER! JUST LET ME SEE, YOU STUBBORN GIT!" Talbott faltered for a moment, a fond memory of a particular dark-skinned Hufflepuff calling her fellow Housemate the same thing for her "little." Of course, that distraction cost him greatly. The next thing the avian Animagus knew, he was on his stomach with his best mate on his back, crowing his victory as he held Talbott's journal in the air.

Talbott wriggled, trying to get Andre off of him.

"Now, let's see what's got you so flustered that you're too afraid to tell your best mate about it," Andre drawled. Talbott growled, thrashing harder.

"Andre, don't you dare-!" But it was too late; Talbott could hear Andre flipping through the pages.

What Andre saw was something he didn't expect.

"I remember hearing about her when I first came to Hogwarts, but today was my first time officially meeting her. I heard about her fight in our first year. I heard about her famous dad. I heard how she and her best friend defeated the first Cursed Vault. Heck, she was well-known about just two months after the school year started. I always heard whispers about her scar and never understood why everyone made such a big fuss until I saw her for the first time. The scar was impossible to miss, covering almost half of the left side of her face. It went as far back as her ear, forcing her eye into a permanent glare. The nickname "Scarface" made a lot more sense than before. But the one thing about the rumors I could never agree with was her being scary or ugly. Something about those pale gold eyes said a lot more than she would ever say. The shyness, wariness, and hidden warmth... and I never thought I would say this about anyone before, but... she had to be the most beautiful person I've ever seen..."

"...how can someone like her, someone who seemed to have experienced so much pain, still show kindness? Even to those who reject her? ...even to me?"

"It's been years since my parents died. The only thing I had left of them was my mum's feather necklace. Losing that nearly made me lose my mind. The anxiety of losing my last connection to my parents threatened to pull me under. I would have never thought that two insistent Hufflepuffs would be hellbent on helping me find it. I still remember taking the necklace from her small hands. The brief contact rattled me more than the miracle that my necklace was with me again. Her hands were soft, save the light calluses on her fingertips and a bit on her palm. They felt a bit cold, but not in an unpleasant way. I remember hearing once that people with cold hands have warm hearts. Normally I wouldn't believe stuff like that, but for her, it seems fitting..."

"Why did I have to open my big mouth and tell her to make her secret interesting? I've been trying to get her to tell me that secret for what feels like forever, to no avail. I know that defeats the purpose of the Memory Charm, but it's been some time since then... surely it should be okay now that we know each other better? Clearly she begs to differ. She's hellbent on keeping her secret from me. She's always so evasive, asking why I want to know. I always found it difficult to answer that question... how was I going to tell her that I wanted to know the reason why I remember the sweet flush on her cheeks, the cute shuffle she does on occasion, and her endearing habit of playing with her rings before those soft lips told me a secret she was too nervous to tell me without that spell ensuring my ignorance? Why would Professor Flitwick and David look at the two of us with a knowing smirk if we were in each other's space? I feel like I will go insane just trying to figure it out..."

"This can't be healthy. The girl is all I could ever think about. Her brown-black sunbleached locs that sway down to her hips. The sweet scent that clung to her dark skin. Her adorable height of 5'6 (and a half, as she would stress, heh.) The breathtaking smile where that sweet dimple would appear on her right cheek. Those otherworldly pale gold eyes that outshine a treasure trove of galleons whenever she lets her guard down. She's so beautiful... what are you doing to me, Judith Harris?"

Andre's shell-shocked state was the perfect opportunity for Talbott to throw him off and grab his journal back. Talbott had a thunderous glare on his face, holding the little book close to his chest. Andre stood up, reaching out to touch his friend's shoulder.

"Talbott-" The Quidditch player cringed at the sight of angry red eyes.

"Damn it, Egwu! You couldn't leave it alone, could you?!" Talbott felt an embarrassed blush working up his neck and turned away before it could show on his face. The Ravenclaw loner has been trying to work out his feelings for the Hufflepuff witch since he met her. Whenever he's with her, he feels like he's both flying and falling at the same time. There was something there, something familiar, but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out what it was.

He hoped to keep his feelings a secret until he felt ready to talk to someone about it.

'So much for that. And it had to be Judith's date to the Celestial Ball out of all people?!'

"...oltt... Tal... TALBOTT!" The young boy jumped, shaking himself out of the panic he nearly fell under.

"What?" The Seeker let out a weary sigh, turning his friend around so he could face him.

"Hey, it's okay, Talbott. There's no need to be embarrassed because of how you feel for her," Andre said softly. Talbott narrowed his eyes at him.

"How can you say that? I like your crush, and you're telling me it's okay?" Andre stared at Talbott for a few moments before chuckling. Talbott bristled.

"I'm sorry, did I say something funny," he hissed. Andre shook his head fondly.

"Talbott, mate. I don't like Judith that way. At least not anymore. It was only temporary," Andre said. Now, it was Talbott's turn to stare.

"How?" Andre rolled his eyes.

"It's called a "crush" for a reason, mate. Temporary feelings of infatuation. Plus, her father may or may not have talked with me before I could consider asking Judith to the Celestial Ball," Andre said, his voice softer towards the end. He could still remember the sight of those cold, pale gold eyes in his mind's eye.

'If you like my daughter more than a friend, Andre, I'm telling you now; you better be prepared to properly court her and give her the love she deserves. If I ever find out you broke my little princess's heart, I'll break your bones in a way that they'll never properly heal for you to play Quidditch another day in your life. Do you understand me, son?'

Andre may find Judith to be a sweet and beautiful girl, and he admired her father, one of his Quidditch role models, but he was nowhere near ready to consider a serious relationship. He also would like to play Quidditch professionally. Andre wasn't looking to test the older man to see if he'd be true to his word.

If his daughter is capable of putting people in the Hospital Wing, he doesn't want to know whether the man will use his knowledge as a Healer for its opposite purpose.

"...if you're sure, mate," Talbott said slowly. Andre mentally shook his head, shaking himself out of the memory. He gave his friend an encouraging smile.

"Of course I am, Tal. Besides, what you're feeling is more than a crush." Talbott blushed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"I'm not entirely sure what to call my feelings towards her. I only experienced this funny feeling only once before. The person who suggested what it could be nearly had me falling out of a tree..."

"Sounds like love to me..."

Talbott could remember only a few details of the girl he spent the day with when he was eight, but her shy smile will forever be etched in his memory. He never saw her again after that day.

"Still, you can't just pine after her. Do something about it," Andre insisted. Talbott's lips formed into a worried frown.

"Like what? I'm not exactly the "romantic" type," he sassed. Andre had got to know the loner long enough to know he was using sarcasm to hide his nerves. Andre regarded him with a gentle smile.

"Give yourself more credit, mate. You may seem cold to others, but you have your charms. Besides, you could use your strengths to your advantage." Talbott cocked a brow at the style wizard.

"What strengths are you talking about," Talbott asked slowly. Andre grinned.

"You like to play the background character a lot, making you mysterious. What's more romantic than a romantic note from a mysterious secret admirer?" The Animagus let out a soft hum.

"Go on..."

"I'm sure you can add an extra little something. You seem interested in botany, so maybe a flower with the note? You could leave it before one of her classes starts so she would have something to look forward to," Andre continued, pleased to see that Talbott was considering his advice. Red eyes stared into brown ones for a few silent moments.

"I'll think about it... thanks, Egwu." The boy smiled.

"Anytime, Winger..."

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Judith let out a soft yawn as she headed for her Charms class. It was early morning; the girl was known to be an early riser. She inherited the philosophy from her father that an early start is a peaceful start. Hardly anyone would be up around when she awoke, giving her the alone time she always loved. She made her breakfast in the Kitchens, under the watchful eye of Pitts, and wanted a quiet place to study. She didn't have Charms for at least another hour, and Professor Flitwick didn't mind if she was in the room alone to study.

What she didn't expect that early morning was to find a lone folded piece of paper and a flower at the spot where she would sit during class. The girl was positive she didn't see anyone in the halls on the way to the classroom or hear anyone lingering...

She slowly approached her seat. On the top layer, read 'To Judith' in impeccable cursive with a love heart at the end of her name.

"Well, there's no question on who it's for," she mumbled with a blush. Unfolding the paper, she began to read,

"Excuse me, miss... I don't wish to take up too much of your time,

For I simply wish to express to you a few things that have captivated both my heart and mind; I'm...

I'm not one who wears his heart on his sleeve,

But even without it being out in the open, it was my heart you managed to thieve...

Stolen by an angel in disguise,

...at least that's what I secretly tell myself when I think about your beautiful eyes.

No amount of galleons could outshine such eyes colored gold,

For they hold such a priceless, precious story that has yet to be told.

I often think to myself, "How can one who experienced so much pain, hurt, and rejection... remain to have a heart so kind?"

For you are an undeserving gift to all of mankind...

To those who only see your scar, I consider to be fools who are blind,

For they're unwilling to see the true you beyond the exterior, in which you hide behind...

Darling... when I see you,

I see a mystery with hidden clues.

When I see you,

I see one who's known by many but understood by few.

When I see you,

I see a girl who makes me feel as if... I'm see-through...

Such a revelation would normally make me turn and flee,

But there's something about you that makes me wonder, "What could we be...?"

Oftentimes, I would find myself caught up in a daydream,

With the idea of you and me as the main theme...

To have the privilege to play with such long, beautiful locs,

With your pretty little head on my chest as we lose ourselves in one of our idle talks...

To be constantly graced with the sight of your breathtaking smile,

That radiates such a warmth that makes me want to bask in it for a while...

To be able to breathe you in, taking in your signature scent,

Something that I find both unfamiliar and comforting, warm and sweet, matching perfectly with your accent...

To be able to feel your soft dark skin,

Even if it's just to hold your hand, I would still consider it as a win...

To no longer have to wonder what it's like to feel those perfect lips,

Quietly yearning for more as I pull you closer by the curves of your hips...

What I feel for you... it's like I'm both flying and falling,

There's just something about you that is just so bewitching... enchanting... enthralling...

There are times I like to believe that... you were made just for me,

The one I would ask to spend my life with while down on bended knee...

Heh. My apologies... I'm getting ahead of myself, seeing how we're both still so young,

But I hope you can understand that I could no longer hold my tongue.

I can't reveal myself just yet... but I will in time,

So, until then, I will appear to you in the form of poetry and rhyme.

Maybe by then, I could finally say the name of this feeling that, in the past, had me reeling,

But for now, my dearly beloved, what I feel for you, I'll call a "funny, funny feeling..."

Signed,

Your Secret Admirer

A single blink. Followed by another.

Slender fingers shook slightly as the person's sign-off whirred around in her mind.

"I-I... I have a..." The last two words died on her tongue as Judith stared at the sign off with baffled astonishment. Ever since her mother scarred her, Judith could never see herself as someone desirable. She almost didn't go to the Celestial Ball; most of her friends had dates, and being in a fancy dress with an eye sore on her face made her uncomfortable.

The idea that someone could like her was impossible.

'Well, not anymore, so it seems...'

Judith set the paper down to rub her temples when the back of her hand brushed against something soft. Amid her flustered confusion, the young witch almost forgot the flower left alongside the note.

It was a dark pink and deep red carnation. In quiet awe, the young girl picked up the flower, feeling its soft petals. Bringing the flower to her nose, she inhaled quietly before sighing blissfully at its natural perfume.

"Oh wow, this is so sweet, but why..." Her voice trailed off, noticing an extra little note towards the bottom of the page.

"Carnations symbolize many things: fascination, distinction, devotion, gratitude, and love. Depending on the color. I chose this flower in those particular colors, so you know that... I find you interesting and unique... and to symbolize my budding feelings for you. I hope you accept my token of longing, dear Judith."

'Why is the room spinning right now...'

Judith can feel all the blood rushing from her heart to her suddenly hot cheeks. She had never had someone do something like this...

To think that this person is falling for her?

She shyly twirled the flower between her fingers before tucking it behind her scarred ear. A slow smile appeared on her lips for the first time that morning.

'I hope to meet you soon, my secret admirer...'

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Charms class seemed to have flown by because the next thing the young witch knew, it was time for lunch. While Judith did pay attention to Professor Flitwick's review, she couldn't help but take a few peeks at her note. The warm fuzzy feeling in her chest only grew as she reread the romantic poem.

The girl wore a dopey smile as she left the classroom and headed into the Great Hall.

"Who's got you smiling like that, Little Tigress?" Judith nearly jumped out of her skin as her best mate, David, appeared beside her. She gave him a brief glare for the "little" comment before a blush blossomed on her face.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she retorted, walking over to the Hufflepuff table. David raised a brow at her.

"Uh-huh... I saw you in Charms class peeking at something in your pocket with that same smile. I'm guessing who gave you that note gave you the flower, too," he sassed. He quickly evaded a punch from his embarrassed House mate with a laugh. He poked her side, smirking as the girl let out a high-pitched squeak.

"C'mon.... tell your best mate who it is," he teased. Judith let out a long-suffering sigh.

"Stubborn git... and I don't know who it's from. They signed themselves as "Your Secret Admirer," she admitted, fiddling with her rings. David's grin softened.

"Any idea who it could be?" Judith gave a small shrug.

"Your guess is as good as mine... but I hope to meet them one day..." Unknown to the two Hufflepuffs, a Ravenclaw was watching from their assigned table. Those red eyes were trained on the female witch, catching sight of the flower tucked behind a scarred ear.

Talbott let out a secret smile behind his book.

'One day, I'll be able to reveal myself to you, darling. You can count it...'

[mina1007]

The first kiss

I came up with the idea for the Bill and Rowan couple on the theme "An Enchanted Kiss" but different story

@hphm-jeniferltheman @krinkitori

[lifeofkaze]

A Search for Balance

CHAPTER 28: THE VERNAL BALL

Find the masterlist with all chapters of this story here, the previous chapter here, and the next one here.

Tagging: @flareshogwarts

A/N: David Willows (in mention) belongs to @that-scouse-wizard

Hosting the Vernal Ball was the prerogative of the Quidditch League's reigning champion, so for the fifth time in a row, players and other important members of the business had found their way to Montrose.

As she walked up the driveway to the estate where the ball was being held, Lizzie took in her surroundings with wonder. The Magpies had outdone themselves this year; the path was flanked by blooming cherry trees, magical lights twinkling from between their branches, and the scent of lilac carried on the breeze coming from the nearby sea.

Dipping her head into her neck, Lizzie marvelled at the delicate beauty of the pink petals above her until a quiet scoff from Matthew made her smile disappear.

"Had you kept your dress, you could have fit right among them."

Lizzie waited until the couple overtaking them was out of earshot before she answered, "Too bad that I prefer the cherries."

Matthew glanced at her red dress, standing out from the soft pastel shades of the other guests. "Your taste has been somewhat questionable lately."

"Funny, I'm inclined to agree."

They completed the rest of their way in silence. Some journalists had gathered on the stairs leading up to the main entrance, but Lizzie paid them no mind and kept on walking. Having no choice but to follow her, Matthew flashed the cameras a smile, and stepped behind Lizzie into the bustling entry hall of the manor.

"Have you lost your mind?" he hissed as soon as they were inside. "You can't just ignore them like that."

"Looks like I can."

"Whatever has gotten into you today?"

"Some sense, methinks," Lizzie replied, waving at David Willows as he walked past with his fiancée. "These vultures don't deserve another second of my attention after everything they wrote. Now, how about you go and get us some champagne?"

The grim satisfaction Lizzie had felt after the little show she had put on for Matthew began to wane as the evening drew on. She knew most of the guests at least by sight, but despite all the familiar faces, Lizzie soon realised that she had no one to actually talk to. As she scanned the crowd for any sign of her teammates, she found herself looking in vain for one face, in particular; when it dawned on her that Orion might have chosen to stay away, a strange mix of disappointment and relief befell her.

Close by the open bar, Lizzie had seen her friend Andre Ewgu talking to a young wizard with a muscular frame and dark hair, but they were too enthralled in their conversation for her to go and join them. She briefly considered finding David Willows for a chat, but on second thought, introducing Matthew to her old friend wasn’t something Lizzie was actually too keen on.

Despite her act of defiance from earlier, Matthew had put on his best public face. He was all charms and smiles, chatting with the men and complimenting the women on their dresses. All the while, his hand kept pressing into the small of Lizzie's back, a constant reminder that he was always by her side. Eventually, her salvation came in the form of Erika Rath, who stood close to the grand piano with a group of people Lizzie didn't recognise.

"Jameson!" Erika called over the music, beckoning Lizzie over with a nod of her head. Once she and Matthew had made their way over, she gave Lizzie's dress a look. "Missed the dress code?"

"There was a last minute incident with her original dress," Matthew began, but Lizzie cut him off with a shrug.

"Thought it doesn't hurt to stand out every once in a while."

Erika, dressed in a pale blue jumpsuit and heels that made her stand taller than most men in the room, raised her eyebrows, but Lizzie thought that the corners of her mouth were twitching.

"True, seeing how your Wanderers have been doing lately."

Lizzie sighed deeply. "Whom are you telling?"

"She's right," said a big man with dark skin and a deep, rumbling voice. He must have noticed Lizzie's quizzical look because he extended one of his massive hands to her. "Gideon Gibson. I'm a scout for Puddlemere."

"Nice to meet you, Mr Gibson. I heard you made some good catches lately?"

Gibson smiled widely, presenting two rows of pearly white teeth. "Call me Gideon, please. And we have, you'll see for yourself soon enough. If your performance keeps on dropping like it has, we’ll have a shot at overtaking you."

Lizzie laughed along with him but didn't actually think it that funny. "We'll see about that, Gideon."

"I suspect we will. There's a lot to see in the future, actually. Your contract, for example. Word on the stands has been you're hard to get, but that you're still not signed by anyone? Surprising, really."

Lizzie frowned at his words, but before she could ask what he meant, Matthew said, "This is neither the time nor place to talk about contracts, especially not with the likes of you."

Gideon's and several other pairs of eyebrows shot up. "The likes of us?"

"Matthew…" Lizzie begged him, but he continued as if she hadn't spoken at all.

"People who have no say in the business. Should a club be interested in offering Lizzie a contract, we will talk to the executives and nobody else."

"Matthew, please."

"Is that so, McRae?" Erika said coolly. "Being the top-notch agent you are, you should know a scout's opinion holds its weight."

Matthew's look was icy. "I don't need you to tell me how to do my job."

"Apparently you do, or Jameson would long have a new offer on the table."

"Matthew, please don't," Lizzie said imploringly as Matthew's eyes narrowed, but instead of directing his anger at Erika, he suddenly turned on her.

"You stay out of this," he snapped at Lizzie. "You don't even know what we're talking about."

"If the players talk, the agents shut up," Erika interrupted him curtly. "Old Quidditch rule. Not that I'd expect you to know. You're not one of us, after all."

Lizzie held her breath, her eyes flicking between Matthew's badly subdued rage and Erika's stoic calm.

"I don't have to listen to this," Matthew said brusquely. "Come on, Lizzie. We're leaving."

Lizzie automatically turned to do as she was told, but then she paused. Sensing her hesitation, Matthew put his hand between Lizzie's shoulder blades and pushed her along, but Erika called them back. Her voice was still calm, but now laced with an icy anger.

"If Jameson doesn't want to leave, she’s going to stay."

Feeling Erika's presence in her back, Lizzie held Matthew's infuriated gaze until he turned away with a derisive huff.

"Fine. Finish up your business and be quick about it. I expect you to come home right after."

"It might take a while."

Matthew bent towards her and lowered his voice to almost a growl. "Don't push me, Lizzie."

"Do you need me to show you the door?" Erika wanted to know.

With a last cold look at Lizzie, Erika and the rest of them, Matthew stood up straight, turned and pushed through the crowd towards the Apparition spots. When he was out of sight, Lizzie exhaled slowly. She turned to Erika with a grateful, if somewhat bashful, smile.

"Thank you, and sorry for Matthew. He's had a rough week. He's normally not like this."

"You don't need to make excuses for him. Everyone knows he's a pompous idiot."

The words in his defence were already on the tip of her tongue, but Lizzie swallowed them. Instead, she helped herself to another glass of champagne from a passing waiter. As their conversation resumed, the other scouts broke away one after the other, until eventually, Erika and Lizzie were the only ones left.

"It's been a while since we talked one-on-one," Erika noted.

"It's been a strange few weeks," Lizzie sighed, feeling the truth of her words to her core. "I don't know where my head is, with the team and the contract and all."

"And the wedding."

Lizzie felt a plummeting sensation in her stomach. "Of course."

They didn't speak as Erika looked around the room.

"How is she doing?" she suddenly asked, more quietly than before. Lizzie didn't need to be a Seer to know whom she was talking about. She shook her head.

"I don't know. Skye and I haven't spoken since I moved out."

"You did?"

"Yes, after the fight we had in Wimbourne. I suppose you know about that."

Erika raised her eyebrows. "Everybody knows."

"I wish it hadn't gone that way," Lizzie said sadly. "We both said some pretty nasty things."

"That's what she does, though. Dealing insults like Bludgers when she doesn't get her way. It's always been like that."

Humming in agreement, Lizzie looked to where Skye stood with her older brothers. She wore a sharply tailored suit over what looked like not much else, her dark hair with the blue ends twisted into a messy knot low in her neck. Ethan Parkin was nowhere to be seen, and it was almost shocking how relaxed all three of the Parkin children seemed.

"It's not good, your fight with her affecting your game so much," said Erika, who had followed Lizzie's gaze. Lizzie was surprised at the notion.

"It doesn't."

"Doesn't it?" Erika snorted. "I've known you for some years now, Jameson. You always let your emotions rule your performance, for better or for worse. You’re better than this."

"Why are you telling me this? You're working for the Magpies, I play for Wigtown. I'm competition."

"First and foremost, you're a good player. We used to be in different houses but trained together, anyway. I hate to see a talent like yours wasted."

Lizzie frowned. "Are we still talking about my performance?"

"Maybe." Erika fixed her with a serious look. "Have you never considered transferring?"

"Not in the past, no."

"And now?"  

"I'm tired of all the fighting," Lizzie admitted tentatively. "It's exhausting and distracting, and no matter what we do, when it counts, we always fail." She shrugged helplessly. "Sometimes I wonder if Wigtown is still the right place for me."

"Good players stick with the fold. Great ones seize their chance when they see it. You have what it takes to be great, but if you stay on the safe side in Wigtown, your chance will pass you by."

It took Lizzie a moment to come up with a reply, but before she could, Erika tensed, emptied her champagne and braced her shoulders.

"Nice chat, Jameson. Think about what I said. Now excuse me, there's someone else I need to have a word with."

And with that, she was gone, pushing through the crowd toward where Gwenog Jones - captain of the Holyhead Harpies - had taken the place by Skye's side. Suddenly alone, Lizzie was unsure of what to do with herself. Her head was spinning with Erika's words, and she felt the strong urge to find someone who didn't want to talk about Quidditch.

Her eyes fell on Andre, who now stood alone and with an empty glass in hand. Taking two fresh drinks from a tray being offered to her, Lizzie made her way over to him. When Andre saw her, his face lit up, and he greeted her with a kiss on both cheeks.

"Would you look at this beauty? What a showstopper, if I may say so. Oh, and you're kind of pretty, too, Lizzie," he said, holding Lizzie at arm's length. He made a circle with his index finger, on which a big ring was glittering. "Come on, don't be shy."

Smiling to herself, Lizzie spun around herself, giving him a proper look at his creation. She had to take care not to stumble as she came to a halt; the champagne was stronger than she had thought. Lizzie giggled; it was a light and giggly sound, one she hadn't made in a while.

"Thank you so much for this gorgeous dress. I'm sorry I let it sit in my wardrobe for so long."

"A veritable crime," Andre tutted, his eyes scanning the crowd. "You know what else is a crime? How long my date is taking with the drinks."

"That's why I brought these."

"You're an angel," Andre sighed as Lizzie handed him one of the champagne flutes. "An impeccably dressed angel."

"You're the first to say anything along those lines tonight."

"Oh?" Andre wiggled his eyebrows as he drank. "I sense drama. Give it to me."

"Not tonight," Lizzie shook her head. "I just want to enjoy myself for a change. Looks like you are, anyway. You and the Puddlemere Keeper? How can your Pride heart take this?"

"Camp Pride until my dying day," Andre said, putting a hand over his heart. "But in this case, Portree might need to look the other way. I mean, have you seen his cheekbones? His eyes?"

"I'm usually too busy trying to get past his defence."

Andre flashed her a mischievous smile. "So am I."

When she spotted Andre's date making his way back towards them, Lizzie turned to go.

"Good luck with scoring, then. Let me know how it went."

"Oh, don't worry. I will," Andre laughed as he closed his arms around Lizzie. "It's been nice seeing my creation out and about instead of rotting among distasteful Quidditch shirts. Talking of which," he added more quietly, "I think there's someone else who might like to see it."

He discreetly nodded at the tall glass doors leading from the ballroom into the garden. Lizzie followed his eyes, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Orion's familiar figure breaking from the crowd and vanishing outside. She turned back to Andre with a doubtful look.

"I don't know about this, Andre."

"But I do. Just look at yourself, honey. I promise, if you're going to waste this dress, I'll be very cross with you."

With a grateful but somewhat shaky smile, Lizzie went with the nudge Andre gave her and slowly made her way towards where Orion had left the ball. When she reached the terrace doors, she hesitated, the tingling in her stomach so strong she had to press her hand against it. She stood there for another moment, the heat of the room in her back and the cool evening air on her face. 

Then she shook her head, pulled herself together, and stepped out into the night.

[domaslut]

heyyy, can I please request a one-shot of chester d. x reader where reader is an auror and chester is still in DMLE where they work together while in a relationship, just anything relating to their workspace with fluff!!

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there! Thanks for the request and happy new year. I’m so sorry it took me literally months to get this over with, but I needed some good inspiration for it! I love Chester, he is my cute, sleep-deprived, ravenclaw prefect.

PAIRINGS: Chester Davies x reader;

WARNINGS: fluff;

PROMPT: in which you are an Auror and Chester’s girlfriend. Running into his arms after being done with your missions is a habit of yours and today was not an exception.

HELLO, MR. DAVIES.

Your had lost your hat on the battlefield for the umpteenth time. Your coat was torn and dirty and you had a small cut on your right eyebrow. Those were the perks of being an Auror and you had almost grown fond of the little scars you had collected on your missions. However, the price you paid after draining fights like this was a complete lack of energy and the urge to snuggle into your boyfriend’s arms.

Once you were finally back at the Ministry, you reported the outcome of your mission to your boss and you grabbed a hot cup of coffee on your way to Chester’s office. You did not care about the baffled glances you got from the other female employees you met down the corridors, all dolled up and showing off their dull perfection of a woman in career, a woman who did not got her hands dirty like you did. On the other hand, you were surely not even concerned about the murmurs raising all around you, from the small groups of men making fun of your poor status. You were an Auror, you fought, you had the duty to protect them from the dark wizards terrorizing England.

Rolling your eyes in exasperation, you opened the door to ‘Heaven’ without knocking and Chester knew it was you. When you appeared on the threshold, messy hair and a bleeding wound made the angles of his mouth lift up in a warm smile. There you were, his little troublemaker.

“Geez, you will never learn how to knock, right?” your boyfriend softly asked, making a tired chuckle leave your lips.

You closed the door behind you with your foot and you showed the white mug you were holding to him “Hello to you too, Mr. Davies… – you chimed, cocking your head to the side – To make amends, I’ve grabbed this delicious cup of coffee on my way. Is it enough? Because I don’t really feel like walk down this corridor again and earn some other pitiful words from those folks” you joked, taking a slow step towards him.

Chester smiled and ambled towards you with open arms and a concerned expression plastered over his face. Soon enough, you were involved into a heartbreaking hug and you knew what it meant. He always hugged you like that whenever you were back from a mission.

“Hey, I’m fine, don’t worry” you soothed, planting a soft kiss on his cheekbone.

“I don’t care, shut up… – he blurted out, burying his nose onto the crook of your neck – Every single time you leave for a mission, I don’t know if I’m going to see you ever again. It’s unbearable, but it’s your job and you love it. I would never ask you to quit because I’m scared of losing you. Just, please, kick the door open if you want, but promise me you are always going to catch up with me after your missions” he said, not letting go of you even for a second. His voice seemed to break every now and then and your heart throbbed in your chest both in joy and guiltiness. He was right. You lived in constant danger and, even if he was a master at hiding his feelings, you knew that, while he was scrabbling something down on the papers and you were out there shooting offensive spells at criminals, he was in a neverending agony.

“I will try my best, alright? – you told him, careful not to spill the coffee as he started to stamble back to his desk – I love you, Chester. You are the reason why I think twice before jumping in action. I don’t want to hurt you” you whispered, finally settling the boiling mug down on the messy desk.

Chester planted a kiss on your cheek and lifted his head up to inspect your face “You better do, darling! – he beamed, pinching your cheek jokingly – Thanks for the coffee, by the way. And you should be proud of yourself. Those idiots you bumped into earlier should be glad there’s a badass witch like you saving their assess from psychopaths, instead of making fun of you” he added, grabbing his mug and taking a sip of his beloved black coffee.

A content moan escaped his lips and you laughed in amusement, sliding your coat off of your shoulders and throwing it on a nearby armchair “Oh, but I am proud of myself. Just don’t be surprised, if one day I punch one of them” you commented innocently,

The former Ravenclaw prefect sighed and tapped on a cleared out spot on his desk, right beside him “Oh, come here, you crazy pants… You need to rest and I need to get this over with. – he ranted, hinting at the pile of files on his desk at to other papers scattered all over the wooden surface – But, before you start snoring on the couch, let me treat your wound” he demanded, drawing his wand and winking at you.

You were too tired to fire back, or protest and you simply dragged your feet along the floor. You jumped on the desk and pouted at him like a child “I could take care of it later, you know… An Epismendo will do just fine” you pointed out, but Chester just put a finger on your lips and chanted the healing charm softly, watching how the small cut closed and how there was just some dried blood left on you flawless skin.

You flinched slightly and closed your eyes through the whole, short process. You were lucky to have him to look after your injuries, just like he was lucky to have you checking out on his mental health and his sleep schedule.

“Here you go! You know, without that cut you seem less aggressive. Yeah, definitely not the type of witch who would punch some dudes at the Ministry” he mocked you affectionately and you just threw your arms around his neck, smashing your lips against his soft ones. He tasted like coffee, like home and it was never enough. Chester returned the kiss with equal passion and tangled his calloused fingers in your air, the other one resting on your hip to hold you closer to his body.

Breatless, you parted from him and blushed. Kissing him right after a duel worked better on you than any healing spell.

However, as he was trying to collect himself too, a smug smile crossing on his lips, you elaborated what he had told you before you had decided to let him take care of your wound and frowned at him all of a sudden. The diligent worker in front of you took a step back and raised his hands in the air apologetically.

“W-What did I do now?” he stammered out.

“Chester Davies, haven’t you accidentally declared that I snor?” you quipped, hopping down from the desk hastily.

Chester knew he had royally screwed up and shrugged “I’ll buy you some extra chocolate frogs, please! Will you forgive me?” he promptly suggested, trying oh so desperately to hold me a laughter.

How could you get mad at him? You could not and that is why you just waved your hand and sighed in defeat “Nah, some extra cuddles will suffice”.

[helluva-hazbin-nia]

To my fellow Hogwarts Mystery players and readers

[jacobscursebreakerlilsis]

Andre: blinks🙄…WhAt aM I taLKinG AbOuT

Andre: so Charlie, when are you going to ask MC out?

Charlie: ask them out?

Andre: yeah, you can't keep chasing after them forever you know

Charlie: me? Chase them? What are you talking about?

*MC walks in *

MC: hey guys, I'm going to the library, see you later

Charlie: *knocks over his chair in the rush of getting up* oh hey! No wait, I'll come with you!! :)

[rosachaotic]

Dating gifts!

Badeea's gifts is so adorable ngl

[redhairedgryffindor]

Enchanted Kiss GIF

Andre

Barnaby

Chiara

Merula

Penny

Talbott

[mooooooooony]

I just got up to the point in hogwarts mystery where uh *spoilers* someone dies.

Yeah Ik I’m rlly late in the whole hogwarts mystery thing and I knew she was going to die bc ppl spoiled it for me but like she wasn’t ok that mission so I didn’t think she would and she came out of nowhere man I’m so upset Jesus they didn’t have to do thattttt

She wanted to be a teacher and was damn good at it bro she taught history of magic bc Binns was boring as hell and she brought in portraits and shit that teachers don’t do often and she just spiced up the lesson man they didn’t have to kill her

She was only 16 and yeah she’s fictional but it’s hard not to get attached to characters and her death was so sudden I need a breather jesnshsdbuejsb that hurt mannn

Her eyes are so blank and expressionless Ik it’s basically a cartoon but it hurts to see she was our friend since even before we got to hogwarts and now here she is dead idek what else to say. They better not kill off anybody else or I’m legit brawling the makers

[themilkshanghai]

Oh my goodness look at them~~~~~ It's SO PRECIOUS ✨✨ I'm so happy in this, Thank you for ssgift and wish 💖💖💖

for @themilkshanghai // @hphmsecretsanta

oops I was your ss~ I do apologize the fumbling of this, but as they say, when tragedy strikes, it strikes in three's.... or however the saying goes. I do apologize for the fumbling of this, but hope you like it regardless~

still I needed to make sure I drew something lovely for these two. maya is just sooooo prettyyyy and her and andre are adorableee the look so gorgeous together ^ 7^

hope you had a good new year & hope you have a good rest of 2023~

[themilkshanghai]

Masquerade Dance

[hollow-plume]

Hiya people! So I kinda left the "gaming department" for a while (which is HPHM...) but just to let you others know (those who play Hogwarts Mystery) that I did not completely left from there yet. But as I was kinda roaming the other day...look what I found!

Yup! New classy outfits! Guess what's coming on Valentine's.... 😏

[lisin-drw]

(@_@)

First thought when saw it.

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Anyway,

💛 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BABY GIRL 🎉💛

[immagrosscandy]

So, Jae is the new hotness huh? Candy really knows how to pick e'm X)

heck yeah she does 😂

after the disaster that was her first date, she knew her crush was only one-sided and got really scared of ever facing Talbott again.

Jae is basically the little brother she never had, and such a blessing to finally found someone who understands her at best.

i mean... same laid-back persona, same sick sense of humor, same stupidity, same rotten hoodie, "please burn it already" says Andre.

and meanwhile, Talbott feels strange after seeing Candy hanging out so closely with someone else. some sort of jealousy i'd say.

thank you Jae (and also Diego but we'll talk about him in another day)

and some bonus cuz let's not leave chiara out of his hot jealousy action right?

[jasmineeeuwu]

I feel inspired today!!

I've been drawing a lot recently HAHAHA Talbott is one of my favorites ❤ and I really wanted to draw him, besides... It's winter season :D

I found @khamoise drawing beautiful OwO That turtleneck AHHHHHHHHHHHH, ejem, well.... enjoy it <3

This may probably happens in year 5