#anti pansy

[aezran]

Slytherins are written to be the opposite of what jkr considers “good” and “appropriate”.

You know what that means?

happy pride

[rewritingcanon]

What would you say are your more controversial opinions about the hp characters?

ohhhh okayyy. i feel like my opinions on a lot of the characters aren’t controversial because i dont feel super strongly towards anyone in any negative light but here are some i could think of at the top of my head:

i’m glad the malfoys faced more extreme backlash after the second wizarding war. a lot of people in the fandom seem to be very sympathetic towards draco and scorpius for getting dogpiled with the brunt of it (which yeah, it sucks, especially for scorpius) but the prejudice makes complete make sense to me. if i was someone who didn’t know scorpius’ character, and had someone from my family get killed in the second war due to death eaters or something— seeing the malfoys still be wealthy and walk around freely without any jailtime, i would be bitter too. they’re hated on but they’re still one of the richest families ever, so they’ll live LOL

another anon has asked about this and i haven’t responded to them yet but when i do i will link it here for my reasons. basically: the best character in the cursed child is harry potter. i think the way they wrote his character and ptsd carried the play. it was def his story, not albus’.

i do think dumbledore has some aspects of him that may be considered morally gray, but mostly i dont think he is. he does everything for the good of the world, and his complete selflessness leads him to sacrifice anything for it— even himself and the people he loves, when necessary. i completely understand why people wouldn’t agree with his methods though.

james potter isn’t a sunshine character he’s a dickhead. fans of him made him a golden retriever character to be more palatable for modern times. i like him the way he is: an asshole and then less of an asshole 👍 this is what true stanning looks like

pansy parkinson is racist and out of all the female side characters, developing HER is so questionable from fandom

harry had questionable descriptions about a lot of male characters to make people think he could be a little 🏳️‍🌈 there was bill, there was sirius, there was cedric. but draco is not a part of that list. harry was not feeling draco whatsoever throughout the series but drarry shippers cling to that one ‘obsessed’ line

furthermore, harry rejecting draco’s offer of friendship wasn’t a sad or a ‘what if’ scene. draco was being a classist piece of shit and harry didnt want to fuck with that, there isnt any way in any timeline he wouldve accepted draco’s friendship.

slytherin sucks just generally lol. people want so bad to pluck anti-heroes out of a series that was written specifically with the mind to make all the characters suck.

hermione and ron’s drama isn’t as toxic as people make it out to be. yes, this includes the time hermione sent birds after him. people act like its the end of the world but she was tackling puberty and the end of society soooo i give her a pass to tweak out.

mostly every harry potter character has horrific names. like literally mostly everyone. even the name harry potter 🙁

movie romione wasn’t that bad LOL

severus snape’s ‘redemption’ or whatever was so ass. he bullies kids for five years and then everything is chill because… true love? on harry’s mum? are you kidding me 💀

weasley family angst goes hard but people (especially percy stans and some ron&ginny stans) acting like they’re the most toxic family to walk the earth make me want to rip my hair out and eat it. molly loves her kids guys shes not evil. jesus.

genuinely trying to think of more but i can’t right now…. maybe i will reblog and add to it. i feel like most of my opinions aren’t that controversial though 😭

[that-one-raccoon]

A collection of various Magic and Mystery/Coil memes

[fanfic-lover-girl]

Ron needs better friends: Prefect badge scene

“No way,” said George in a hushed voice. “There’s been a mistake,” said Fred, snatching the letter out of Ron’s grasp and holding it up to the light as though checking for a watermark. “No one in their right mind would make Ron a prefect. . . .” The twins’ heads turned in unison and both of them stared at Harry.

Honestly, am I the only one who is sick and tired of these twins favouring Harry over their brother? Poor Ron. His first major accomplishment and everyone makes it about Harry. And Ron antis are mad over him being jealous. Smh.

“We thought you were a cert!” said Fred in a tone that suggested Harry had tricked them in some way. “We thought Dumbledore was bound to pick you!” said George indignantly.

So...Dumbledore was involved in picking Draco and Pansy as prefects... 😏😏

If Draco and Pansy were able to make prefect, then they did so fair and square. These two could never bribe Dumbledore. Or the Doylist idea: Draco and Pansy were the most developed Slytherin pair so JKR made them prefects.

He strode over to Harry and clapped him on the back while giving Ron a scathing look. “Prefect . . . ickle Ronnie the prefect . . .”

Part of me feels sorry for the twins. I know they are lashing out at Ron because they feel some kind of jealousy and insecurity for not making their parents proud like their brothers. But screw them anyway!

“I knew it!” she said excitedly, brandishing her letter. “Me too, Harry, me too!” “No,” said Harry quickly, pushing the badge back into Ron’s hand. “It’s Ron, not me.” “It — what?” “Ron’s prefect, not me,” Harry said. “Ron?” said Hermione, her jaw dropping. “But . . . are you sure? I mean —” She turned red as Ron looked around at her with a defiant expression on his face. “It’s my name on the letter,” he said. “I . . .” said Hermione, looking thoroughly bewildered. “I . . . well. . . wow! Well done, Ron! That’s really —”

Can you feel the love tonight ~~ Not! Romione sucks. Friendship and romance.

“Match his what?” said Mrs. Weasley absently, rolling up a pair of maroon socks and placing them on Ron’s pile. “His badge,” said Fred, with the air of getting the worst over quickly. “His lovely shiny new prefect’s badge.” Fred’s words took a moment to penetrate Mrs. Weasley’s preoccupation about pajamas. “His . . . but . . . Ron, you’re not. . . ?” Ron held up his badge. Mrs. Weasley let out a shriek just like Hermione’s. “I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That’s everyone in the family!”

Of course, Molly starts the scene by disregarding Ron's preferences with the maroon socks. But finally! Someone is happy for Ron! Neither Harry nor Hermione has yet to give Ron a heartfelt congratulations!!!!! What amazing friends!

Gosh, still feeling sad for the twins...

She let go of him and said breathlessly, “Well, what will it be? We gave Percy an owl, but you’ve already got one, of course.” “W-what do you mean?” said Ron, looking as though he did not dare believe his ears. “You’ve got to have a reward for this!” said Mrs. Weasley fondly. “How about a nice new set of dress robes?” “We’ve already bought him some,” said Fred sourly, who looked as though he sincerely regretted this generosity. “Or a new cauldron, Charlie’s old one’s rusting through, or a new rat, you always liked Scabbers —” “Mum,” said Ron hopefully, “can I have a new broom?” Mrs. Weasley’s face fell slightly; broomsticks were expensive. “Not a really good one!” Ron hastened to add. “Just — just a new one for a change . . .” Mrs. Weasley hesitated, then smiled. “Of course you can. . . . Well, I’d better get going if I’ve got a broom to buy too. I’ll see you all later. . . . Little Ronnie, a prefect! And don’t forget to pack your trunks. . . . A prefect . . . Oh, I’m all of a dither!”

This part made me feel so sad. I can almost feel my eyes getting wet. Ron is not used to getting new things or being asked what he wants. It's only when he does something special that he earns the privilege of his parents making the sacrifice. Even how he asks for a new broom - not a good one but just a new one for a change - is so heartwrenching. I know the feeling. I grew up relatively poor. I never got gifts often. And unlike Ron, when my parents promised to reward me for my high achievements, they rarely followed through. It hurt so much. Even now, I struggle to buy things for myself as a working woman. I feel sorry for the twins too. I'll be honest: seeing people who are financially struggling have large families somewhat disgusts me. Never going to be me. Two max. Having too many kids has to be a form of mild abuse!

“I don’t think they are,” said Ron doubtfully, also looking up at the ceiling. “They’ve always said only prats become prefects. . . . Still,” he added on a happier note, “they’ve never had new brooms! I wish I could go with Mum and choose. . . . She’ll never be able to afford a Nimbus, but there’s the new Cleansweep out, that’d be great. . . . Yeah, I think I’ll go and tell her I like the Cleansweep, just so she knows. . . .”

Was he, Harry, Ron’s best friend in the world, going to sulk because he didn’t have a badge, laugh with the twins behind Ron’s back, ruin this for Ron when, for the first time, he had beaten Harry at something?

You know, I wonder if people see the fake humility I am seeing? Harry is so full of himself. Give me a break! It's things like this that make me hate Harry's character.

“Cool,” Harry said, and he was relieved to hear that his voice had stopped sounding hearty. “Listen — Ron — well done, mate.” The smile faded off Ron’s face. “I never thought it would be me!” he said, shaking his head, “I thought it would be you!”

This reminds of me of a time in highschool where this girl beat me in a science test about the food chain. I was used to getting the highest grades and when I saw she beat me, I remember saying, "Congrats" with as much fake cheer I could. I remember how uncomfortable she looked. When I told my parents about it later, my dad said I should have made a joke so I did not sound so bitter.

So now here, Ron has to downplay himself to make his best friend feel better. The best friend who should be clapping his back and sharing his joy. Ugh.

Ron doing all the emotional labour in this friendship.

Bonus from book 6 to prove my point:

“Only failed Divination and History of Magic, and who cares about them?” he said happily to Harry. “Here — swap —” Harry glanced down Ron’s grades: There were no “Outstandings” there. . . . “Knew you’d be top at Defense Against the Dark Arts,” said Ron, punching Harry on the shoulder. “We’ve done all right, haven’t we?”

The first thing Harry does in his head is find a way in which he is better than Ron. But look how Ron is happy for Harry despite his own failures. Too bad Horrid Harry couldn't muster up the same for his achievements. It's amusing how Ron haters constantly bash him for being a bad friend when Hermione and Harry are arguably worse friends to him so often.

Golden trio is the greatest friendship ever my butt.

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

I love making Hermione, Ginny, Cho, Pansy and Luna all be friends in my imagination because I know for sure they’re all gonna be gay panicking so hard for each other.

Like I can’t decide who I ship with who the most-

I love Linny. I love Ginsy. I like Pansmione. I like Chinny (oof is that the right name 💀) and Chomione and Choluna goes hard and and

[amortentiashifts]

Slytherin DR★

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Name- Amelia Merope Riddle

Nickname- Milly/Mills

Age- 16 going on 17

DOB- 29 December, 1980

Year- Seventh

House- Slytherin

When- Golden Trio Era

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𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖣𝖱 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗅𝗒𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌(𝖬𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗈, 𝖫𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗓𝗈, 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗈), 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖯𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗒 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖣𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗇𝖾 𝖦𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌. 𝖠𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗂𝗇 1923.

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🕰️background

🎞️friends

🕯️family

🚂school

🔎Mystery

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☾ Disclaimers!

[kingaleksandrr]

i’m rereading the hp books and sn*pe and dr*co are annoying me so bad 😭 i usually like villains/morally gray characters but idk man

maybe it’s cause i’m such a harry stan but i swear i sigh so loud when one of them pops up

[marauders-sapphics]

Marauders Sapphic Spring Fling 2024

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We are excited to announce our first fest in the form of the Marauders Sapphic Spring Fling 2024. Details are as follows:

Prompt claiming opens on February 14th.

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[dalekofchaos]

Context for choice 2.

Dumbledore learns of Peter's true allegiance and talks him into becoming a double agent. Thanks to Peter's new found courage, Dumbleodre lures a trap. Voldemort comes to Godric Hollow. But the Order of The Phoenix and the Aurors are waiting. Voldemort is overwhelmed and is captured. Voldemort is put on trial and sent to the bowels of Azkaban where he can never escape while Dumbledore and the Order can hunt down the Horcruxes.

Choice 4. James uses his head and transforms into Prongs. Voldemort is taken a back and before he can do anything, James gores him. James and Lily raises Harry while Harry is still famous for being the son of the man who gored the Dark Lord while everyone prepares for Voldemort's inevitable return

The series and characters we once loved aren't written by the worst possible person. Characters can be people of color and queer. James can be Palestinian and Harry can be mixed. Hermione can be black. Lavender Brown can be black from the beginning and actually kiss Ron. Dumbledore can be openly gay. Drarry can happen. Linny can happen. Lavender and Pavarti can happen. Wolfstar can happen. Tonks can be Trans and Tonks/Tulip can happen and more. Queer love is celebrated and Harry Potter isn't remembered for the writer's bigoted views or problematic writing you notice ages after you read the books.

[elisedonut]

Me saying i like nearly all Percy ships while pointedly not making eye contact with Pansy and Hermione who are glaring at me like I'm a liar from the corner of the room

[jordanshiftingdiaries]

⋆˚࿔my hogwarts life𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 this is just a brief run though of my hogwarts scrip.

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⋆｡˚୨about me୧˚｡⋆

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name: victoria andreá laurent-salvatore

age: 15/16

birth place: paris, france

current home: london, uk

former school: beauxbatons academy of magic

current school: hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry (new student)

year: 3rd year (1st year students start at 14)

house: slytherin

quidditch position: chaser

year shifting to: october 1996

face claim: not specific, rather desired features

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⋆｡˚୨friends୧˚｡⋆

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blaise zabini (best friend)

luna lovegood

pansy parkinson

theodore nott

lorenzo bershire

draco malfoy

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⋆｡˚୨love interest୧˚｡⋆

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mattheo riddle

trope: friends to lovers/love at first sight

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[llyfrenfys]

Re: my last reblog -

Just want to put it out there that there are situations where it is okay to name a slur for academic purposes. It does not mean as academics we endorse slurs or calling people slurs (far from it - since many of us studying these things are marginalised ourselves and have been called the very slurs we study). But that on a practical level we can't self-censor the terms we're discussing since otherwise there could be ambiguity over which slur we mean (e.g. p-slur in the context of anti-gay slurs could mean 'poof' or 'pansy' - there are some situations where we need to name slurs to prevent misunderstanding over which is being talked about).

I think that most people who make posts which say "you should never use this term in any context ever" aren't thinking about academic situations (which is fair enough) but I do want to point out that there are some situations where it is permissible and is definitely not endorsing them! It's through studying these terms that we can further develop our understanding of how bigotry works.

I feel like my fellow academics will understand me - but for non academics, please keep in mind queer historians who have to trawl through these terms so we can understand them better. Far from endorsing them, we equally condemn them, but also commit a lot of our time to understanding them so that we can be better equipped against the mutual bigotries we face.

If someone else can word this more succinctly please go ahead - I just hope this makes sense! A lot of my research includes pejoratives and I'd love to talk about my work more with the confidence of knowing I won't be misunderstood.

[fanfic-lover-girl]

Weasley is Our King: Slytherin House is the Best House

And as Lee paused to listen the song rose loud and clear from the sea of green and silver in the Slytherin section of the stands: Weasley cannot save a thing, He cannot block a single ring, That’s why Slytherins all sing: Weasley is our King. Weasley was born in a bin, He always lets the Quaffle in, Weasley will make sure we win, Weasley is our King.

“— and it’s Warrington with the Quaffle, Warrington heading for goal, he’s out of Bludger range with just the Keeper ahead —” A great swell of song rose from the Slytherin stands below: Weasley cannot save a thing, He cannot block a single ring . . .

There was no sign of the Snitch anywhere he looked; Malfoy was still circling the stadium just like Harry. They passed midway around the pitch going in opposite directions and Harry heard Malfoy singing loudly, WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN . . .

Harry zoomed around the end of the stadium behind the Slytherin goal hoops, willing himself not to look at what was going on at Ron’s end; as he sped past the Slytherin Keeper, he heard Bletchley singing along with the crowd below, WEASLEY CANNOT SAVE A THING . . .

Harry did not have to look to see what had happened: There was a terrible groan from the Gryffindor end, coupled with fresh screams and applause from the Slytherins. Looking down, Harry saw the pug-faced Pansy Parkinson right at the front of the stands, her back to the pitch as she conducted the Slytherin supporters who were roaring: THAT’S WHY SLYTHERINS ALL SING: WEASLEY IS OUR KING.

Talk about team effort!!!

This is why it is a hard pill to swallow that Draco did not have real friends when my boy literally has his entire house singing his song!

Also, I never cared about Dransy but after reading meta on her from a certain user on Tumblr and looking closely at these book snippets, I am digging Dransy more than Drastoria! I think it would have been powerful to see Draco and Pansy redeem themselves together instead of Draco getting with some Mary Sue NPC.

Slytherins may have their internal squabbles, but when it comes to house unity, these guys are the best in the books. They didn't ostracize Draco the way the lions did Harry and the trio over house points. And there has to be a reason why the snakes were the undefeated house cup champs. Slytherin is the best house and I am not taking criticism.

[stackofstories]

shotgun rider | chapter four

Blaise nestled between an old beech tree and a cluster of bushes, relishing the solitude that enveloped him. To his delight, there wasn't a soul within earshot--a truly perfect spot.

The Black Lake shimmered beneath the brilliant midday sun, its surface a captivating sight. Groups of students congregated along its banks, some engrossed in various activities, be it reading, sunbathing, or playing games.

"Next time," Blaise remarked casually as he shed his outer robe, laying it out on the grassy floor. Removing his socks and shoes, he stretched out and closed his eyes, a contented smile gracing his lips. With such pleasant weather, he resolved to spend more of his free time in this serene setting--it certainly beat the confines of the dungeons or the library.

"You look comfortable."

Blaise opened an eye, squinting against the glare reflecting off Harry's round frames. Almond-shaped green eyes peered down at him with keen interest as Harry ruffled his own hair, further tousling it, before settling beside Blaise and discarding his worn socks and shoes.

"Where's Weasley?" Blaise asked after a moment.

"I dunno," Harry shrugged. "I think he’s playing chess with Seamus."

Harry's gaze drifted towards the lake, lingering thoughtfully for a beat. "Let's get closer." Without awaiting Blaise's response, he bounded up and headed towards the water's edge, settling in once his toes and ankles were submerged.

Blaise considered the option of staying put, basking in the warm sunlight, but a nagging sense told him Harry would persistently call out to him until he joined. With a resigned sigh, he rose to his feet, feeling a slight shiver as his toes skimmed the water before submerging completely.

"Do you know how to swim?" Harry suddenly asked.

"Yes," Blaise said, recalling that some of his earliest memories involved water. It was inevitable considering Italy's status as a peninsula, coupled with his family's summer villa situated on the shores of Lake Como.

Harry's cheeks tinged with a faint pink hue. "Yeah, of course. I never learned. They always took D to the pool and left me behind."

Blaise furrowed his brow. Who were 'They'? The Aunt and Uncle Harry had mentioned in Potions last Friday? Hadn't Harry said he never wanted to go back to them?

“Why wouldn’t your aunt and uncle take you too?” Blaise asked softly.

“I don’t really remember their excuses,” Harry replied, his head bowed as his feet swished just beside Blaise. “Uncle Vernon probably thought I’d get into some funny business, or Aunt Petunia said it was a Piers and Dudley event only, and Piers’s mom wasn’t sure about me.”

Blaise pursed his lips together, noting the clear disdain Harry's family held towards him.

“I hate being a kid,” Harry confessed. “It’s terrible. You can’t do anything. No one listens to you. You just have to swallow it until you get bigger. I didn’t know why I thought it would be different when I got here, but Snape, that big greasy bat, reminds me of the Dursleys.”

Blaise gazed at the cloudless sky, its bright blue expanse unobstructed. “But you have magic now and they don’t.”

Harry turned to face him. “I heard they take our wands at the end of the school year. I can’t do magic without my wand.”

Blaise snorted. “Yes, you can; in Africa, they teach their students how to mold magic without a wand. It just takes practice. As for wand removal, that applies to the Yanks. In Europe, we have the Trace. The Ministry tracks your magic until you turn seventeen.”

Harry's expression shifted. “I’ll have my wand, but the Dursleys don’t know about the Trace. I can’t do anything.”

Blaise chuckled and grinned. “So you would if you could?”

“No question,” Harry replied, his tone carrying a surprising amount of venom. “If I could, I would turn Uncle Vernon and Big D into pigs for real and serve them up. I love bacon and ham.”

“You’ll have to send me an invite for dinner, even if I wouldn’t eat such a low-class meat,” Blaise retorted, his tone dripping with haughtiness.

“Of course. You’re posh,” Harry remarked. “You probably speak three languages, have a ring on your pinkie, and go hunting in Balmoral with Mummy and Daddy.”

Blaise struggled to maintain a composed expression. “Don’t be daft. I’m not an American. Of course, I speak Italian, English, French, Latin, and German. And I do spend the first week of my summer hunting Aetolian boars and Acromantulas before retreating to our villa in Lake Como.” He held up his slim pinky, adorned with a heavy signet ring and crest.

Their eyes met, and they both erupted into laughter. Once again, Harry's proximity felt uncomfortably close. His slender shoulders brushed against Blaise's, and Blaise smelled summer sweat and quill ink.

Pulling back slightly, Blaise's smile remained undiminished.

“I might have grown up like you, like Malfoy. After all, I am the heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter,” Harry remarked, rolling his eyes. “I’d rather be Ron. He has everything, don’t you think? A house full of brothers and a mum and dad. It’s quite marvelous.”

Ah. Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, was astonishingly alone. It dawned on Blaise that Harry had been isolated and made to feel unwanted. It sounded as if Harry had been pushed aside, left to feel insignificant.

Blaise wasn’t sure how to process this information. He found himself grappling with conflicting emotions--was the idea ridiculous, sad, or perhaps a bit of both? He lay down on the sandy bank, feeling the pebbles dig into his arms and trousered pants.

Harry stretched out beside him, his pale skin reddening under the September sun.

“Dudley used to bully anyone who ever talked to me,” Harry revealed. “Now I have two friends.”

“I know Weasley. Who’s the other one?”

“Ron’s not my friend,” Harry clarified, then added, “There’s nothing wrong with him. He’s great, and I get on with him. He and his brothers are a riot.” A faint furrow appeared between his eyebrows. “I think we will be friends, but my first friends are Hedwig. And you.”

Blaise had grown up surrounded by a family full of cousins, all older and often indifferent. Being the youngest, he was often left to his own devices. His enduring friendships, like those with Flavia and Elia, were with peers from well-positioned families, two and three years older than him respectively, who attended Beauxbatons instead of Hogwarts.

On the journey to Hogwarts, Harry was Blaise's first encounter and his first, well, Blaise wasn’t too sure what to make of him. Harry stood out as the friendliest face in Hogwarts by a mile.

“I can’t have a friend who doesn’t know how to swim,” Blaise declared.

Harry responded by flinging water at him.

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“What’s got you skulking about, Zabini?”

He spent the better part of his afternoon with Harry before writing and sending off a letter to Mamma.

Blaise whipped around to face the mocking tone. Mildly surprised, he found himself confronted by his older House classmates. They were vaguely recognizable, as was everything at Hogwarts. He had seen them at lunch and dinner, and he was sure they frequented the common room, but there had never been a reason for a conversation. Parkinson was the only face he knew, trailing behind the two brutes, her expression full of anticipation.

“All right, lads?” Blaise said coolly.

The path from the owlery to the main castle was empty. Blaise realized it now. His hand edged toward his right pocket.

“Just wondering when Hogwarts started to become the bin? They let all sorts in these days. Mudbloods. Monkeys,” the tall one with short-cut black hair and a protruding lip grinned nastily at him.

Parkinson and his companion laughed as if it was the funniest thing they had ever heard, while the black-haired one focused on Blaise with a spitting mean intelligence in his eyes. He was trying to provoke him.

Blaise curled his hand around his wand, inhaling deeply. “I wouldn’t be so quick to throw insults about blood status. I wonder what I’d find if I looked in your family tree; perhaps an unfortunate encounter with a troll.”

He took out his wand just as Blaise did. His companion was faster than both of them, shouting “Expelliarmus!”

Blaise’s wand flew from his hand and shot up in the air, clattering noisily several feet away from him. His heart thudded in his chest. Would he be fast enough to tuck and roll and aim?

Unlikely. There were three wands pointed at him, and he found himself in an empty corridor. He lifted his chin, sneering.

“Incarcerous,” Parkinson said in a clear, high voice. Blaise didn’t have time to dodge. Thick ropes flew from Pansy’s short wand and wrapped themselves around him.

He fell to the ground, bound and squirming as the thick cords rubbed harshly against him, seemingly tightening by the second.

“How does it go again?” Parkinson asked. “The song? My gran taught me. ‘Eeny meeny miney mo, catch a nigger by the toe, if he hollers let him…’ Are you going to beg us for help, Zabini?”

His heart was beating so fast it made him feel woozy. Blaise lay still on the cool tiles, staring up at Parkinson, then at the ugly black-haired one, and finally at the stocky blond.

“Look at me--” Blaise began frostily. “--look at my face. It’ll be the last good thing you see before I bring your life to rot and ruin.”

Another curse him came at him and Blaise convulsed, blood and bile filled his mouth as he fought to contain his screams. Above his bum he felt it--his tailbone--he felt the persistent and powerful knotting and then the rapid growth. It felt as if he was being torn into and pulled outward. How long it lasted, he wasn’t sure, but the end result was a long tail coiling on his leg.

Blaise turned on his side, spitting blood as the pain subsided slightly. He winced at the pinprick sensation on his bottom lip. A quick lick confirmed that his incisors had elongated and sharpened.

His three tormentors laughed in unison. "Now the outside matches the inside!" Parkinson giggled, her tone high and cold. "This was fun and all, but I'm off. Daph and Milly are expecting me."

Parkinson glided around him with delicate steps, leaving him with the two guys.

"Wickle monkey doesn’t need people’s clothes," the blond said nastily, viciously banishing Blaise’s clothing and ropes with a stroke of his wand.

Instinct propelled Blaise to reach for his wand. He lunged for it clumsily and fell to the ground. The two boys, not skilled duelists or particularly intelligent, allowed Blaise to seize his wand and prepare. It was a grave mistake.

"Duro Maximus!" Blaise said calmly, despite his heart pounding in his chest.

A brilliant white light engulfed both boys, eliciting a split-second scream before they turned to stone, their faces frozen in confused horror.

Blaise's wand radiated heat in his grip as he approached them. "Did you think I came to Hogwarts defenseless? That I would be one of those muggleborns who shoot sparks from their wands?"

The air crackled with magic. "I’m not a muggleborn, and I’m not a monkey. Perhaps if I used Reducto, it would be the lesson you all carry into your next life."

Blaise desired it too. When he closed his eyes, he envisioned them shattered on the stone tiles, tasting the bitter satisfaction of vengeance, blood for blood. They had crossed him, and it was only fair that he responded, setting boundaries to prevent such cruelty from happening again. Desire pulsed in his veins.

But Blaise exhaled heavily. "I’m not going to do that. I’m not," he said, as if convincing himself while still teetering on the edge. "When your friends ask you what happened, I suggest you tell them the truth. I showed mercy. I gave you back a couple of years on your life."

He glanced between the two statues. "I'll send someone to retrieve you," Blaise promised. However, he needed to focus on himself. He couldn’t very well roam Hogwarts in his current state. His nails dug into the wood of his wand as he stared intently at his feet.

"Accio!" he called envisioning an oversized cloak.

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Madam Pomfrey startled easily, jumping a few feet in the air when he appeared in the Hospital Wing.

"Heavens!" she clucked her tongue disapprovingly. "You snuck up on me, dearie. Any chance you could pull the hood down for me? What can I help you with?"

Blaise wished he knew the Notice-Me-Not charm. The room appeared mostly empty, some beds had the curtains drawn shut.

Reluctantly, Blaise lowered his hood and met Madam Pomfrey's dewy brown eyes. Her round face wore a sympathetic expression. "Spell gone wrong, love? No need for the long face. It happens all the time."

"It happens all the time," reverberated in his ears, because yes, it did. It happened at six years old when his muggle primary teacher separated him from the other kids at nap time for being disruptive. It happened at ten when he was followed in a high-end store. And now, it happened here.

"My assailants need attention as well. I left them near the owlery tower," Blaise said smoothly.

It took a moment for realization to dawn on Madam Pomfrey's face. She hemmed as she struggled for words, and Blaise recognized this familiar discomfort. It was a space where he felt the need to apologize, his pain minminized an effort to accomandate and make palatable this truth; he was sorry for bringing this uncomfortable truth into the light. Mamma taught him never to apologize.

"May I have a bed and a set of clothing?" Blaise asked.

"Of course, dearie. Right over here," Madam Pomfrey said, leading him to the bed furthest from the entrance. "Without your badge, I’m not sure which house you belong to."

"Slytherin," Blaise said.

"Name and year?"

"Zabini, Blaise. First year."

"I have to report this incident to your Head of House," Madam Pomfrey said. "We have zero tolerance for bullying or discrimination of any kind at Hogwarts."

This witch, with hair as grey as storm clouds and liver spots on her gentle hands--did she really believe that? Blaise hadn't been at Hogwarts for a full week, and every day he had heard "mudblood" in the Slytherin common room. If that term circulated openly, Blaise didn't have to imagine what other thoughts swirled around Hogwarts. This wasn’t a case of a few bad apples.

"Fine. Whatever," Blaise said informally.

"We’ll have to fill a report, and if necessary, it will be escalated to the Headmaster."

Blaise closed his eyes. He had never wanted his mother more, to be back home in the safety of the familiar.

"When you find my Slytherin brethren, keep them away from me," Blaise said, looking at Madam Pomfrey. What she saw on his face, he couldn't say, but she pressed her lips together in a thin line and sharply nodded at him before leaving him alone.

Once she was gone, Blaise rose to his feet. He reached for the curtains, only to hear the familiar call of his name. So different from this morning and this afternoon.

"Potter," Blaise's lip curled. "What are you doing here? Do you have a tracking charm on me?"

Harry didn’t laugh. "I was practicing Incendio with Ron and the others and I ended up burning myself a little…" He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "What happened to you?"

Blaise took a step back and sat on the bed. "I don't want to talk about it."

Harry’s face pinched with something like resolve. He glanced over his shoulder, then promptly closed the curtains around Blaise’s bed and sat beside him.

Blaise looked at his tail, hanging limply at his side. It was the exact shade of his hair.

Why was it the same shade as his hair? The same hair he had agonized over yesterday and spent two hours of his morning being cared for.

Parkinson’s braying laugh. The looks.

Blaise’s eyes burned. Swallowing hard, he scrubbed at them.

He wasn't--he wouldn't--

“It’s okay,” Harry said softly.

Blaise cried.

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𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖣𝖱 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗅𝗒𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌(𝖬𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗈, 𝖫𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗓𝗈, 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗈), 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖯𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗒 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖣𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗇𝖾 𝖦𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌. 𝖠𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗂𝗇 1923.

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𝗕𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

During my summer between year six and seven, I spent most of my time with my twin brother(Mattheo Riddle), my best friend(Pansy Parkinson), and my brother’s best friend(Theodore Nott). We spent most of our days at my family’s summer house, occasionally going on small trips like to the beach and other things together. Everyone else in our friend group came and went during summer, as they went on big vactions and trips with their families. Leaving just the four of us to hang out together.

Pansy and Theo, even if we weren’t doing anything special would stilll come over to Mattheo and I’s house just to have company and get away from their families, coming over nearly everyday. All though we were around each other for most of summer, Theo and I had a very strained relationship. Our hate for each other started back when we first met.

My first year at Hogwarts, I was a shy, quiet girl, but very intelligent. I was able to speak 2 languages(German and English) from an early age, and always scoring very good grades in my classes. During my early years at Hogwarts i mainly kept to myself, often hiding behind my twin brother, who was much more out going than I. We were both sorted into the Slytherin house, that’s when we met Theodore and our friend group. Quickly they broke me out of my shell, revealing how i was very strong willed and confident once i felt comfortable.

Shortly after meeting Theo, Mattheo and I formed a small, tight knit, trio with him and spent most of our days together. Whether it meant studying, playing games, or just lounging around, we were always around each other.

For the first few months at Hogwarts, Theo, Mattheo, and I excelled in our classes, picking up information very quickly. Especially when it came to Potions, where we often worked together as a group along with Pansy Parkinson.

One day during potions, Professor Snape gave us a different potion than the rest of our classmates, noticing how we were all advanced on the subject for our age. Feeling confident on my abilities in Potions and having the highest grade out of anyone in my class, i took the lead. During the brewing, Theo noticed a mistake in the instructions i gave him for his part in the assignment but was hesitant to correct me out of respect for my confidence.

As things unfolded the potion exploded, leaving our materials broken, shattered, and spilled across the classroom. And also disrupting the others in the classroom working. Professor Snape was furious and deducted a few points from our house. He blamed us for our carelessness and not being able to follow the directions given.

My confidence left broken from the explosion and Professor Snape, who had pulled me aside after cleaning the mess. He had expressed to me how disappointed he felt about my failure to lead my group and successfully complete the potion.

Shattered, i stormed out of the class. I cried as i made my way to my dorm room, because for the first time ever i knew what it was like to feel like a failure.

That evening, I confronted Theo. I accused him of sabotaging the potion by not speaking up when he noticed something wrong. Sparking an argument between Theo and I. Theo defended himself, saying that he was trying to help, but my pride and stubbornness led to disaster. In the heat of the moment, I accused Theo of being jealous of my abilities in potions and that he was trying to sabotage me. Hurt and angry he argued back, saying that the real problem was that i was arrogant and refused to listen.

Mattheo tired to mediate but ended up not picking a side. When asked who he sided with, he always answered with “I don’t know, both sides have their strong point.” He didn’t want to cause any more problems between Theo and I. But at the end of the day he sided with me, not because i was right but because i was his sister.

The argument lead to the fallout of our trio, Theo distanced himself from Mattheo and I. But it wasn’t long after the argument when Theo and Mattheo became friends again, this time even closer than they were before.

A month or so after the disaster, Mattheo tried getting the two of us to apologize to each other in hopes of the trio coming back. But I was stubborn. I refused to apologize, fully convinced that Theo was in the wrong. The strong hatred for each other growing, fueled by a misunderstanding and pride. But not only that, Theo and I were top students, our rivalry extended to academics too, constantly trying to outdo one another.

Throughout the rest of our years at Hogwarts, Theo and I remained in the same friend group. We were able to come to a small agreement to not let our hate for each other tear apart a friendship between 8 people, but our mutual dislike for each other became well known to anyone who was around us. Sometime we would falter and argue, our friends caught in the crossfire before having to drag us away so we wouldn’t try strangling each other.

Despite our hostility, there was always tension between Theo and I. Our arguments often intense, showing that our feelings might be way more than just a simple dislike. Both of us being to proud to admit to mistake or show any deeper emotions, keeping our relationship strained.

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Modem: "Un chant d'amour"

Alex wakes up in her room and opens the blinds. Sunlight stripes the walls as she faces herself in the mirror. The pages of Anti-Oedipus turn as Alex prepares herself for the world. She has a mission: a fight against powers that are standardizing and totalizing bodies and identities. A fight against hate and fear. 

”Miksi se on niin loukkaavaa, kun joku päättää itse kehostaan”

(“Why is it so offensive, when someone makes decisions over their bodies”)

Modem’s “Un chant d’amour” is a song about bodily self-determination and being a human breaking free from binary thinking. In this poetic Ilona Lehtonen short film Alex Andra Rekola is Alex, who carries a pansy - the flower of love, longing and thinking - through the city. Art direction and script by Ilona Lehtonen and Tatu Rouvinen. Set decoration and lighting by Onni Nieminen.