#august ollivander

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THE MARAUDERS CHARACTERS AS NATIVE AUSTRALIAN ANIMALS

(i apologise if an animal you like isn't here or if you disagree, these were just ones that i knew and thought fit best) !!! special thanks to my sister @professor-geen-berries for helping me choose :] !!!

james - common wombat (vombatus ursinus)

sirius - red-tailed black cockatoo (calyptorhynchus banksii)

remus - brush-tailed rock-wallaby (petrogale penicillata)

peter - crest-tailed mulgara (dasycercus cristicauda)

lily - superb fairywren (malurus cyaneus)

mary - short-beaked echidna (tachyglossus aculeatus)

marlene - sugar glider (petaurus breviceps)

emma - superb lyrebird (menura novaehollandiae)

emmeline - platypus (ornithorhynchus anatinus)

dorcas - diamond python (morelia spilota)

pandora - blue-ringed octopus (hapalochlaena maculosa)

evan - freshwater crocodile (crocodylus johnstoni)

barty - tasmanian devil (sarcophilus harrisii)

regulus - fairy penguin (eudyptula minor)

alice - koala (phascolarctos cinereus)

frank - greater bilby (macrotis lagotis)

special mention obscure characters :]

florean fortescue - eastern quoll (dasyurus viverrinus)

august ollivander - green stream frog (litoria phyllochroa)

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I felt the urge to draw fanart of florean and august! @floreanfortescuetruther I hope you like it!

obsessing over these 2 rn

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Drarry AU microfic, feat. Florean Fortescue x August Ollivander ~ Ice-cream

Florean had noticed it very quickly.

“Hey, Auggie. August! That boy over there, sitting with Harry, has he always been there?”

His boyfriend August approached him, grinning while rolling his eyes. His pierced eyebrow was relaxed, which meant that he was in a good mood. That didn’t stop him from being an arse, though.

“Of bloody course he hasn’t always been there, Florie.”

“Oh, you know what I meant!”

“No, he certainly hasn’t, now that you mention.” August came closer and took a look out the little window to the ice-cream bar. He put a hand on Florean’s shoulder and looked excited as he turned around to smile at him. “They’re sitting really close, don’t you think?”

“That boy looks like you, August!” Florian chuckled. “The blond hair, the eyes… although you only have one.”

August did, in fact, have two eyes. But only one eye that was blue. He blinked slowly at the sun, like a cat, and peeked out again. Only his brown eye was visible to Florean from this angle.

“You’re right. He does look a little like me! Only sixteen, and Harry already has good taste in men!”

Florean scoffed, nudging his boyfriend’s shoulder. “We have ice-cream to sell.”

“We have no customers except those two lovebirds anyway!”

Florean rolled his eyes and leaned onto August’s shoulder, closing his eyes.

“If I’m right and that is the Malfoy boy that Harry has been talking about, he surely has a lot more in common with me than just looks”, said August softly.

“Florean! Get over here! Harry just dropped his ice-cream!”

“Did he catch it in time?” Florean rushed over to the window, looking worried.

“Yeah, but that’s not the point, get over here now!”

“I am here!”

“Look, then!”

Harry, the boy Florean had grown to treasure the most after his boyfriend, had just straightened his back and leaned against the bench he was sitting on, holding the cup of ice-cream in his palm. Florean let out a sigh of relief, but he quickly breathed in again as Harry turned to face the blond boy, Draco, and smiled at him. Lo and behold, the other boy smiled back. Just a quick smile, then he turned his face down.

Florean was reached by a distant “Are you… laughing, Malfoy?”, and he saw the blond boy shake his head a few times, still laughing.

It was a drastic change to what Florean had witnessed a few weeks ago, when a grumpy blond boy he’d never seen but heard a lot about sat down in front of Harry at his favourite table, slamming his hand next to Harry’s open schoolbook.

“Am I imagining this, or does that look exactly like when you and I became friends years and years ago?”, Florian teased, and August’s head snapped up.

“I did not blush like that. Ever.”

“Well, my memory must be playing tricks on me then.”

Harry and Draco were blissfully unaware that anyone was watching them. So they kept meeting up at the ice-cream bar, day after day.

“Oh Merlin, this is the best one yet!”

Draco rolled his eyes. “It’s an ice-cream, Potter. Why so excited?”

“This flavour is the best. I don’t even know what I took, I just snatched something from the van. I love the colour!”

Draco watched him in silence as he kept talking.

“… here, do you want to taste it?” Harry held up a spoonful of his ice-cream to Draco’s face. Draco wrinkled his nose.

“That’s your spoon, Harry. I’m not exchanging germs with you.”

“Suit yourself. You’ll have to offer me your own spoon, then.”

“Well then my germs will still be in your ice-cream.”

“Don’t be such a wuss”, Harry said dramatically, snatching Draco’s spoon from his own cup of vanilla ice-cream. “It’s some sort of fruit. I don’t know which one. Go on”, ha said as he took a scoop and held up the spoon again. “Taste it! I swear it’s worth it!”

Draco leaned back a bit. “I’ll take the spoon myself, thanks. You don’t need to feed me.”

Harry grimaced. “You’re so grumpy today. You’re no fun.” Then he tilted his head, and his grin widened. He reached forward, still holding the spoon full of colourful ice-cream in his hand. Draco stared, not sure what to do.

Harry glanced down at the spoon and up again, scooting across the bench to be even closer to Draco than before. Draco still didn’t move, just kept his eyes locked on Harry’s own. When Harry’s hand with the spoon were close enough for Draco to reach out and eat the ice-cream, he suddenly reached out and steered it aside. Harry’s eyes widened.

They were both quiet, so quiet, and Harry was just about to ask what was going on when Draco suddenly snatched the spoon from his grip and put one hand behind his head to hold Harry still as he shoved ice-cream into his face.

“Draco!” Harry spluttered, letting out a shocked laugh. “What was that for?”

“Because you’re a git!” Draco seemed delighted by the sight of Harry’s nose and cheek covered in ice-cream. He laughed until he barely could breathe anymore. Harry laughed too, and scooped up more ice-cream.

“I’m going to make you do it if it’s the last thing I ever do! Got me?”

Draco raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at him, staying still and completely silent again as Harry came even closer and nudged the corner of his lips with the spoon. Then he moved again, lifted two pale, slender fingers and moved the spoon aside. Harry sighed, but the sigh got caught in his throat when Draco whispered:

“Aren’t you going to stop me?”

Harry blinked at him, and swallowed.

“I’d rather just let you. See where it leads to.”

“See where it leads to, huh?” Draco suddenly seemed to lose his composure, his eyes flickering as he took hold of the spoon and put it aside. He held his head low as he reached for a napkin, lifted his head again, only slightly, to dry off the ice-cream from Harry’s face. Harry let him.

When he was done, he dropped the napkin and looked back into Harry’s eyes. They were still very, very close.

“Hey”, Harry mumbled. “I’m nervous too.”

Draco didn’t know what to respond to that. All he could do was cup Harry’s check in his hand, and lean forward.

Harry’s lips grazed his, and Draco stiffened and closed his eyes, his heart almost beating out of his chest. He couldn’t manage to do anything more at the moment. Harry had closed his eyes, Draco felt his eyelashes on his cheek, and he smiled.

And then…

“Shit”, Harry cursed before pulling away. “Draco, they-“

Draco’s head snapped towards the little van that was the ice-cream bar, and he groaned and hid his face in his hands.

“Has he been watching the whole time?”

“I think so”, Harry said, his voice strained. “Oh, and his boyfriend too.”

As if the happy smile on Florean Fortescue’s face wasn’t enough, another head appeared behind him. A blond guy Harry knew very well. Harry groaned and turned to face Draco, letting him hide his face in the crook of his neck.

“Embarrassing”, Draco hissed.

“At least they’re not even close to being homophobes”, Harry chuckled, his face hot.

“But still embarrassing”, Draco choked out.

“Okay, er”, Harry said quickly, standing up. “Let’s just go. Like. Right now.”

“Right.” Draco stood up too, sliding his hand into Harry’s and turning around to grimace at the two men in the van. The two were smiling even wider now, and Florean looked excited as ever.

Harry and Draco started running, but when they were out of sight from the van, Harry couldn’t wait anymore. He tugged at Draco’s waist and pulled him back again, trapping his lips in a kiss, a real one this time. And Draco kissed him back, letting himself relax against the arm Harry had wrapped around his lower back.

They couldn’t contain themselves for long. Harry started laughing first, Draco shortly after. They soon collapsed against each other, and Harry leaned his chin against Draco’s shoulder and whispered: “I’m sorry it turned out like that.”

“It was perfect, you git. Don’t apologise.” Draco paused for a moment, pulling away to look at the other boy. He smiled warmly. “That ice-cream must have tasted pretty nice. I doubt your lips taste of…” He leaned in and whispered in Harry’s ear. “… naturally.”

Harry blinked. “So that’s what it was, then.”

Draco had to kiss him again because of that stupid look on his face.

“I knew it!” Florean placed a kiss on August’s lips. “I knew that there was something between those two!”

“I think we embarrassed them. Did we embarrass them?”

“Only a little. It’s fine!” Florean grinned widely.

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Autumnflower/Florean x August microfic ~ Red gloves

My main account is @yourlocalbadgerscales, I post microfics on @slitherpuffinstories! :3

Florean loved summer. And he hated autumn with a passion. He loved eating ice-cream in the warmth of the sun, he loved feeling the hotness from it on his cheeks as he tilted his head to face the endless blue sky. He loved the coolness of his father’s homemade ice-cream on his tongue as he sat and enjoyed the summer while it lasted.

But when July passed and autumn came, and the cold was on his skin all of a sudden, making his cheeks hurt if he sat outside for too long… when autumn came and made the world dull and grey and wet and cold, cold… ugh, how Florean hated it. The cold weather in the UK was torture for him.

So to be completely honest, he had no idea what had possessed him to step out the door today. He stood next to the road outside of his house, staring gloomily at the cloudy sky, indecisive of where to go. When he looked to his left, he saw a red glove on the empty, lifeless branch of a bush. He tilted his head and went to grab it. Florean held it in his own gloved hands, not sure what to do with it. So he pocketed it for now.

Suddenly, a voice was calling for him. Or someone, at least. He didn’t hear his name, just a slight panting and a “Hey! Hey, you over there!”. He turned around and was met by the sight of a boy his age, running towards him.

“Hey… I’m so sorry to bother you…” The boy seemed out of breath. Florean blinked and smiled carefully at him, letting him take his time. He hadn’t seen this boy before, or at least he couldn’t recall ever meeting him. Would probably remember if I had, he caught himself thinking.

The boy was wearing a red hat with a knitted little ball on top of it, under which a few strands of sandy blond hair poked out, stuck to his forehead. When the boy looked up, Florean noted that his eyes were a greyish shade of blue, like the darkest of clouds that had formed on the sky just now. The owner of said eyes flashed a tiny smile at him, revealing a little gap between his front teeth. The words Florean had meant to utter were caught in his throat, and suddenly he himself seemed short of breath.

“Er, I was wondering, since you stood here… have you seen a red glove lying around? I must have dropped it as I stood here earlier today, and now I can’t find it.” The boy looked past Florean’s shoulder. “Ah, I can’t see it… darn it. I’m really freezing.” He held up the hands that he had kept in his pocket until now, showing off the one gloved hand and a bare one. “It’s so cold today, isn’t it? I usually love autumn, I love the colours of the leaves and how they crunch when I walk on them, and summer is way too hot for me anyways. Oh, am I ranting again? Mum always say I do. I’m August, by the way. August Ollivander. Did you say your name yet? I seem to have forgotten it already, if you did.”

Florean had never felt more warm and fuzzy, not even in summertime. He smiled. For a boy who usually used to rant just as much as any kid, he was awfully quiet. He licked his lips and blinked a few times.

“I’m… I’m Florean. Fortescue.” He smiled warmly. “Nice to meet you, August.”

He was suddenly aware of the red glove he had in his pocket. He clutched his hand around it, but for some reason, he didn’t feel like giving it back just yet. So he pulled his hand out again and held it out for August to shake.

“I like Autumn too”, he lied. “Especially August.” That didn’t feel like a lie.

August smiled even bigger and took his hand, shaking it using his bare hand. It was pale but red at his fingertips.

“We could keep looking for your glove, if you like?”, Florean asked. “Or… we could go home to my place and get you warm again. My mum wouldn’t mind at all, she’ll be thrilled! I was just going home anyways, to eat ice-cream. I live right here.” He nodded towards the house right next to them. August’s eyes flickered over to the house and then back to Florean.

“Yeah, sure!” He laughed softly. “But ice-cream? In this weather? I usually only eat ice-cream in the summer, you know.”

“Oh, well”, Florean shrugged. “My dad says that you can eat ice-cream whenever, and I agree with him. At least you can eat the ice-cream he makes whenever. It’s so good! I promise you.”

August’s eyes widened.

“I knew that I recognised the name Fortescue!”

The two boys made their way towards the house as they spoke. August told Florean about the one time when he was eleven and his dad, a famous wandmaker, had made him find himself his own wand from the shop and had trashed the whole place while trying, and as Florean laughed his heart out, August took his hand and pulled him towards the house more eagerly. It wasn’t what Florean was used to when it came to friends, but he didn’t have the heart to pull away, not even as they entered the house and called for his mom to come to the door.

The rest of the day, Florean caught himself sighing softly, a big grin plastered across his face, every time August looked over at him and smiled at him, his freckly nose all wrinkled up.

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Autumnflower Art <3

references under the cut (all credits to og owners on pinterest)

I also used a pic of an italian street for the background but I cant find the exact picture

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this era includes :

florean fortescue - hufflepuff - the owner of fortescue 's ice cream parlour on diagon alley in harry 's time

august ronan ollivander - ravenclaw - an oc created to be garrick ollivander 's son

alice fortescue - ravenclaw - headcanoned to be florean 's cousin

frank longbottom - gryffindor

gideon prewett - gryffindor

fabian prewett - gryffindor

amelia bones - ravenclaw

hestia jones - hufflepuff

narcissa black - slytherin

zoya zabini - slytherin

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here are my favourite photos from yesterdays photoshoot! they turned out really cool :)

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A screenshot of a microfic I might just wanna post on my sideblog <//3

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Florean Fortescue being colour blind, which means that every single ice cream he makes is a whole ass colour explosion. And August knows Florean likes it, so he never complains. Yay 👍 or nay 👎❓

YAY

I love color blind Florean

[early-autumnflower-microfics]

Welcome to this blog!

I hope you’ll have a wonderful time here! This is a safe space for people of colour, for every religion, for the whole LGBTQIA+ community (yes, also for you who are intersex, therians, people who use neopronouns etc. You shall not be forgotten!) etc.

This is a place to read fanfiction and enjoy yourself! While you’re here, drink some water (it’s what Florean and August would have wanted if they knew you <3), and follow my other sideblog @floreanfortescuetruther, where this whole journey begun!

With love, Jaimiee xx

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You frantically scribbled this down?? I am really impressed! I absolutely loved this, it’s so fluffy and sweet, keep it up :)

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Oneshot/character study of our delightful pair Autumnflower, featuring August as a Squib. I frantically scribbled this down so please be nice!

Sundae Afternoon at the Parlour

Contrary to its usual bustle of activity, today’s atmosphere inside Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour is one of quiet concentration.

The checkered floors gleam from this morning’s meticulous scrubbing, the numerous colourful tables are conspicuously empty, and the only activity behind the counter is Florean frantically stirring a batch of ice cream with a comically oversized whisk.

August has nestled himself inside one of the many alcoves, bent studiously over the countless books spread out before him and distractedly spooning his third strawberry sundae into his mouth.

This is a common sight at the popular Diagon destination: Florean darting around behind the counter and his boyfriend quietly keeping him company whilst completely immersed in papers detailing the world’s newest magical discoveries.

On days where an unexpected summer frost hasn’t rendered the parlour practically empty, August is popular with young Hogwarts students, who will run over in droves and gleefully interrogate him for some lesser-known charms within their limited abilities (Florean’s favourite is when a couple of giggling first-years learned that a Lumos with a particular inflection could cause miniature fireworks to erupt from their parents’ nostrils).

Florean flips the parlour’s colourful sign to ���Closed’ with a sigh. Whilst not technically in charge of such decisions as closing shop early -he currently only works in his family’s business during summertime- he can pretty much run the parlour independently by now, and his parents are more than eager to hand over such responsibilities.

He bounds towards his boyfriend with an unusual amount of energy, feeling slightly stir-crazy from the lack of customers today and from the many consecutive hours of focused experimenting as a result. Sliding to a halt in front of August’s table, he bounces a little on his toes as he prepares a magical question of his own.

“Hey August, how would I continuously whip ice cream without the magic warming it up?”

August looks upwards, multi-coloured eyes making his slow blinks look a little uneven and adding an ethereal quality to his gaze. A tiny smirk pulls at his lips. “‘Frigidus mōbus circulus perpetuus’, Flo. With an anti-clockwise wand motion, but flick it upwards at ‘mōbus’.”

Florean runs back to the counter, waves his wand around for a few minutes, and returns triumphantly.

“Thank you!” He looks at August in wonder, never missing a chance to gush about his boyfriend. “You’re so smart. How do you know so much about magic? You come up with something new and perfect every time.”

August giggles sweetly, and Florean barely represses a swoon at the melodious sound. He hurriedly sits down to prevent his traitorous knees from buckling as his boyfriend continues.

“Because I actually study instead of spending class dreaming up new ice cream flavours. And this one isn’t exactly new, I taught you a variation last week!” Florean flushes, sheepishly envisaging the countless tubs of manually whipped ice cream piled in the freezer that consumed far more hours than he cares to admit.

He diverts his attention to studying his boyfriend adoringly, foregoing all sense of dignity and subtlety to openly trace the dark eyebrows that contrast so beautifully with his honey blonde hair.

The sunlight streaming through the stained glass ice cream cones decorating the windows casts prisms of light over them, painting the blonde strands a myriad of glowing colours. Florean tangles a gentle hand in them, enthralled as the silky locks slip through his fingers and settle around August’s jawline.

Despite recently discussing permission for these casual touches August’s cheeks still flood with colour.

“Flo…May I ask you something?” There’s a slight waver to his question, hesitance peeking through his characteristically Veela-like composure.

“Always.” Florean’s voice softens in response, automatically adopting the low, resonant quality that seems to make so many aching souls gravitate towards him. August doesn’t sound like he’s aching, per se, but Florean still hopes to banish the vestiges of tension from his voice. “What is it?”

“You rarely use your magic. You barely seem to remember you’re a wizard most of the time.”

It’s not technically a question, but Florean attempts to stutter through an answer anyway. Merlin knows how to begin explaining his experience.

“I don’t want to sound ungrateful—”

He’s swiftly interrupted. “You could never.”

“But—”

“No.”

Sufficiently reassured, Florean continues.

“I just—” He inhales deeply, collecting his thoughts before continuing. “I don’t really think about it. I mean, my magic is something I have, not something I am, you know?” When August quirks a brow in curiosity he rushes on. “I’m not saying I don’t appreciate it, I’d never take it for granted! And I know many wizards feel differently, especially about…”

Florean never uses the word Squib around August, even though his boyfriend has told him numerous times it’s okay to do so. He trails off, shrugging his shoulders and hoping he’s made his point.

He has.

Even if Florean’s perspective isn’t that of the majority of his wizarding kin, it comforts August to know his boyfriend feels this way. As if magic is just a trait August happened to miss out on and its absence doesn’t carve a gaping hole in his identity, as if it doesn’t serve to oust him from society and cause other such disgraceful consequences most don’t hesitate to try to convince him exist.

Florean worriedly studies August when he remains silent. “You okay? Why do you ask?”

“Just curious. I’m more than okay, love.”

Now it’s Florean’s turn to blush at the nickname, an even newer development than the casual touches that both boys are gradually growing accustomed to.

“Hey!” Suddenly Florean shoots out of his seat like a rocket, and August blinks in surprise at the sudden enthusiasm as his boyfriend situates himself back on the bench.

“Would you want to design magical elements to the ice creams? I’m sure the kids would love it and I’ll do my best to do anything you teach me. It’d be amazing!” Maybe from anybody else it would have sounded patronising, but from Florean it was nothing but overwhelmingly sweet. August doesn’t hesitate to express this sentiment, nor his enthusiasm for Florean’s proposal.

But they can discuss further plans tomorrow. August is tired, yawning subtly as he pulls up his legs beneath him and curls sleepily into Florean’s shoulder.

“Have you learned anything new about the burnings?”

Florean doesnt’ even care that August isn’t really listening as he launches into a monologue on his latest fixation; he loves to talk just as much as he loves that his rambles lull the gorgeous boy in his lap into slumber.

Once August’s head has drooped properly onto his shoulder and he’s almost -almost- exhausted his newly acquired hoard of knowledge, Florean quietly closes August’s numerous notebooks and organises them into a neat pile.

Carefully extracting his wand from his pocket, he taps the top cover in quick succession, grinning at his boyfriends future delight at the shower of magical sparks upon opening.

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latest artwork :]

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Working on a little artwork of august and alice in a tree!

august is almost done!

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Deamus microfic feat. Florean Fortescue x August Ollivander ~ Obvious

Seamus didn’t dare to look up. He couldn’t. And his mother’s voice only grew louder and louder.

“- I will not tolerate such sick behaviour, and here of our places, in Diagon Alley! You should be ashamed of yourself, my good sir. There are kids here, and you exposing them all to such disgusting acts- it’s a violation! I can’t believe-“

And so it went, on and on, and for every time her voice grew louder, Seamus’s face grew redder and his posture more slouched as he tried desperately to make himself as small as possible. He clutched his ice-cream tighter in his hand.

Every word she said hurt as if they were spoken directly to him. And in a way, maybe they were. They were directed to people like him, and it hurt.

“We didn’t do anything wrong”, came the sharp response when his mother finally took a break in her lecturing to breathe. Seamus looked up at the older man in the ice-cream shop. He looked furious, his dark eyebrows knitted together under a swoop of black hair.

“Yeah”, another voice chimed in, and Seamus heard the other man’s scoff before he saw him reappear from behind Fortescue, the owner of the shop who apparently had a boyfriend. Said boyfriend was looking just as furious as Fortescue, a stark contrast to how he had looked only minutes before.

When the two men, unaware of the danger, had kissed so everyone in the shop could see. Right when Seamus and his family were about to leave the shop.

Kissed. Just like that. Apparently you could do that? Not in front of Seamus’s mother, though, which these two had learnt the hard way.

“I don’t see what the problem is. Why would you have issues with me kissing my boyfriend?” Fortescue’s boyfriend, a very tall man with striking, multicoloured eyes and elegantly styled blond hair, was staring at Seamus’s mother with a new intensity.

“You and your partner can kiss as much as you wish. End up in Hell where you belong, I don’t care!” His mother’s face grew redder for every word she spat. “But don’t you dare do it in front of my son and ruin him!”

“Oh. I see.” The blond man raised a sharp eyebrow and shook his head, slowly, looking as if he was genuinely sorry for the woman in front of him. “You’re one of those… religious people?”

“Yes.” She straightened her back, looking proud of herself as she put a firm hand on Seamus’s shoulder. He couldn’t stop himself from shuddering slightly. Fortescue’s gaze sharpened, and Seamus froze. Had the man noticed his uneasiness?

“Hm. Best we leave you and your son alone then.” Fortescue turned around to give his boyfriend another small peck on the lips. “Don’t you think so too, Gus?”

Seamus felt his mother’s grip tighten on his shoulder.

“How dare you?”, she spluttered furiously, and Seamus flinched as she turned around and tried to block his view of the two men. “That is nothing but disrespectful!”

“Oi!” The blond man stopped smiling instantly. “Watch it with your son! Can’t you see he’s uncomfortable by you making a scene?”

“Don’t you tell me how to behave around my own son!” She pointed a finger at his chest. “He’s uncomfortable seeing you two being inappropriate in public! Isn’t that right, sweetie?”

Seamus tried to hide how terrified he was. He took a deep breath.

“I don’t mind, mum.”

There was silence. Fortescue smiled at him.

“He’s- he’s being ridiculous”, was all his mother could manage at first. When she inhaled loudly to keep yelling, Seamus spoke up again.

“I said, I don’t mind, mother.”

“Sea, darling, I know you’re shaken-“

“Stop it!” His words made his mother shut up, only for a moment, but that was all he needed. “I’m tired of you speaking about gay people like that! Leave them alone, mom. They did nothing to you. I did nothing to you!”

“Excuse me.” Another voice cut through the silence after Seamus was done shouting. “I didn’t expect meeting you here. And certainly not like this.”

“Oh my- Diana!” Seamus saw his mother turn around and lift her hands to her chest. “What a pleasant surprise!”

“Wish I could say the same.” His mother’s old friend, Diana Thomas, was standing behind them. She looked absolutely furious, but Seamus paid no attention to her as soon as he saw who was standing next to her.

“Dean.” His voice was a bit hoarse after yelling so much.

“Sea…” Oh, his voice was still soft as ever. Before he knew what he was doing, Seamus was standing next to his friend, holding his head low again. Dean put an arm wound his shoulders, and as their mothers continued a heated discussion, Dean whispered in his ear:

“Are you okay?”

No, no he wasn’t. But maybe he would be.

“I’m sorry, Dean.” Seamus swallowed. “When she’s talking like that about… about gay people, I know she’s talking about you too. Even though you like girls as well as boys. It’s kind of the same thing.”

“It’s worse for you”, Dean whispered, his breath on Seamus’s neck. “She’s talking about you too, isn’t she? Bet she doesn’t know though.”

Seamus’s head snapped up. He didn’t know what to say, so all he did was put his arms around Dean and bury his face in his friend’s shoulder.

“How- how did you…” The words came out before he could even think about what to say. “How did you know? I didn’t tell you. I was scared, Dean, I was scared, I couldn’t tell you and I’m sorry because out of all people I know you’d be understanding-“

“Shut up, arsehole.” Dean chuckled lightly, still with his mouth next to Seamus’s ear. “I’ve known for a while. It was quite obvious. Why didn’t you tell me your mom was homophobic?”

“My dad too.” Seamus swallowed again.

“Should probably have guessed this, considering they’re both Christian. Oh Merlin.”

“I don’t want to go back home.”

“You won’t.”

And he didn’t. Because minutes later, Mrs Finnigan had left the ice-cream shop, still fuming after being told off by both the owner of the shop and her best friend for scaring her own child like that.

“Hey, kiddo.” The blond man who Fortescue had called Gus put a hand on Seamus’s shoulder a few minutes later. “I took your ice-cream from you when you were busy with your… friend over here. It was melting, so I got you a new one. Or, Florean did.” He handed over a new ice-cream to Seamus, and one for Dean too. “It’s on the house.”

“I’m sorry for what my mom said.”

“Don’t be, kiddo.” The man smiled at him. “She doesn’t understand love the way I, Florean and you do.”

Seamus gaped.

“And me”, Dean said, sounding slightly offended.

“Yeah, kiddo number two, I figured.” The man chuckled. “I counted you both into that “we”. People like us come in packages of two, if we’re lucky enough.”

Seamus frowned, slightly confused. Dean rolled his eyes at the look on his best friend’s face.

“Even luckier if we both live in the same house, which we’ll do from now on!” Dean laughed. “You hear that, Sea? We’ll live together all year now! We’ll have to get another bed to my room, or, or I can sleep on a mattress. Mum, can I sleep on a mattress?”

“Not so fast, young man.” Mrs Thomas looked at him with her arms crossed. “No boys in your room, especially not behind closed doors.”

“Mum!”

While Dean and his mum discussed, Fortescue, or Florean as his boyfriend had called him, came to join Seamus and Gus. He winked at Seamus.

“He likes you back, kid”, he said, as if he knew exactly how confused Seamus was. Wait, was he that obvious?

Wait, what had the man even said to him?

“He… what?” Seamus felt his cheeks turn red.

Both men chuckled.

“You’re both welcome back to our shop for free ice-cream any time, isn’t that right, August?” Florean leaned closer and whispered: “Don’t kiss too much, though. Not in public. It’s gross.”

Seamus nodded silently, still flushed. He looked over at Dean, and Dean looked back at him with a wide smile. His dimples showed, like they only did when he was really happy, and his eyes sparkled in a way that made Seamus’s brain go fuzzy.

“Eat your ice-cream now, kiddo, and stop staring. It’s very obvious.”

Seamus didn’t know if he should thank the man or slap him, but to be honest, slapping a complete stranger who just offered you free ice-cream whenever you wished to have it didn’t seem like a very good idea.

[floreanfortescuetruther]

THIS IS NOT THE FINAL DECISION, FEEL NO STRESS WHATSOEVER!

We have FOREVER to come up with new names and decide which one is the best, I’m just checking rn because I’m impatient!

If you see this post and have no idea what I’m yapping about, AND you’re a Marauders Era fan, consider looking at the pinned post on @yourlocalbadgerscales and its reblogs, and check out this blog as well! ;)

[floreanfortescuetruther]

agreed

op you can ignore this reblog if you want lol

GUYS WHAT IF I SAID AUTUMNFLOWER

jegulus does that thing where they paint their nails the color of each other’s eyes