#aunt March

[joandfriedrich]

To answer the question @littlewomenpodcast had asked, "What is Aunt March's first name?"

I remember there being a mention of her name being Josephine, which would make sense. If Meg is named after Marmee, and since we do not have an idea of what their grandparents were like, it would make sense that they would name their second daughter after her.

It also makes sense why Jo has such a distaste for her name as she shares it with someone who sets her teeth on edge. I can't imagine any other name she would have, Josephine seems perfect for her.

[strawberryloveyyy]

Is it a bad thing that I’ve got Little Women (2019) nearly fully memorized? Because I think I’ve lost track on how many times I’ve seen that film, my mom never fails to point it out whenever she sees me watching it.. again. It’s practically muscle memory at this point. And I’ve never loved any other film more than I do Little Women (2019), and god I love Greta Gerwig. I read the book too and I love it. Well I got a very shortened version of it. That consists of 200+ pages, since it was cheap.

[sweet-milky-tea705]

GUESS WHO FINISHED HIS FIRST EVER MUSICAL !

[alex-is-stressed]

Just now discovering theres a thing called FriendsGiving and I'm v happy

[madebyap]

Some Finalized designs for Little Women, the Musical.

[alex-is-stressed]

So

Top 0.001%

Uhh

"Could You?" From Little Women the Musical

Yeah we love Aunt March

me when I find a song that reminds me of my ocs a little too well

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Thinking 'bout Price and Nik getting their first married quarters after tying the knot. On march in, Nik brings a bottle of champagne and Price is worried he'll be sorely disappointed by what he finds. He isn't. In fact, Nik says it's the best place he's ever lived, 'cause it's got a John Price in it. They could have given them a six by six room with a toilet in the corner and he would've still been the happiest man on the planet.

[neverscreens]

— LITTLE WOMEN (2019)

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[aunt-kats-chats]

I have many thoughts on Trina from Falsettos with most of them being sad for her

[buglaur]

calloway family reunion ✧

[joandfriedrich]

We lost two legends within nearly a year apart, and I hope they are having a blast together in the afterlife. Rest in Peace Michael Gambon.

[15-lizards]

Need a film adaptation of Little Women where Jo clearly does not want to marry Bhaer and is pressured into it. A reflection of the publishers pressuring Louisa May Alcott to have Jo be married at the end, if you will. I think it would fix me in a really weird way

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I had a sleepover at my best friend, Roxxanne’s house, and when everyone in her house but us was asleep, we went to her aunt’s house and stole her freshly baked blueberry muffins.

[lokh]

i know chest pain isn't typically associated with breast cancer but like. is THAT worth checking out at all

[avellanas-nutty-empire]

How did Flora and Maribas first meeting go?

hmmmmm, I think the first time they actually talk to each other is after the harvest festival during the teachers after party.

upon her arrival, flora was quickly dragged over to the girls table featuring; Furcus, momonoki, suzie, and raim. when tsumuru heard the conversation lean towards floras work in the library, he came over with march to join the conversation.

"The library used to be in a constant state of turf war over the space and materials when no one was solely dedicated to it." Momonoki stated. "It was good training for physical combat like execution cannonball, but too chaotic and disruptive to learn much else. I'm very glad we have an official librarian to take care of everything now."

"Yes, I wasn't able to do much with my own research and classes to teach, so you have been a much welcome addition." Furcus adds.

Flora wasn't quite sure what subject Furcus taught, but she knew the demon was very studious and valued knowledge to the extent that Flora was surprised Furcus wasn't already a librarian in her own right. Flora found herself leaning on Furcus for support as she adjusted to her new position in the netherworld.

"So then it hasn't been too much trouble monitoring the students I send your way?" Flora asks nervously.

All the infighting was a big problem in the library when Flora first arrived. She practically had to close the entire library temporarily just to sort a few things out. Unfortunately, some of the more studious demons were aware that written exams were coming up for first years, and wanted to 'hit the books' early. The problem with this being that Flora was not yet done with her basic inside renovations and sorting; she wasn't able to babysit them all while they literally hit the books to maintain and establish dominance over others.

"Oh, not nearly as much as trying to man the library myself. It's about time those kids learn to respect books and the space they keep. Call me any time you need some extra help beating some etiquette into them." Furcus replied, sipping her drink.

"It's very nice of you to still think about their need to access books even while you've placed restrictions on them for their behavior." Marbas adds.

"I think it smoothed out a lot since end of terminus, but yeah. They'll still need access to books, but I'm not going to give them premium treatment if they cant respect the space or their fellow students equal need for the library - so I really appreciate you monitoring them for me, Furcus." Flora says with a small smile, still a bit shy.

Now that it had been a while since Flora started as the librarian, most of the students who frequent the library have learned about her strict rules against fighting. So much as small simple bickering - related to books, the library, or otherwise - and the students would have to quickly cool their temper or risk Floras harsh new ban policy.

While temporary in nature, if any banned student wanted access to the libraries resources before their ban gets lifted, they would have to first make an appeal to a teacher. When approved, the appeal would be taken to Flora who would schedule a time with the approved material under professor Furcus's supervision; in a much less comfortable space than inside the library itself. Furcus would later report the students general behavior during the time slot, and the students ban could potentially be shortened or extended at Floras discretion.

It was a terribly long, annoying, and boring process for most demons, so the students who cared deeply about their access to books quickly learned not to fight in or near the library, or Ms. Flora.

"Its been nice to see infighting go down a bit too - riles up some of the plants a bit too much, and I'm not fond of all that paperwork." Suzie says, implying that the agitated plants... cause casualties worthy of paperwork? Flora was a bit too scared to ask for clarification on that.

"And I think the increase in grades recently might be an effect of more and more students being able to safely utilize the library lately." Tsumuru adds.

"What do you plan on doing next?" Momonoki asks.

"Well, I'd like to get more ladders for those ridiculously high shelves - flying to reach them creates too much wind - and then I can put the books up a little higher, and I'd also like to make the space more comfy and get a couple more extra copies of some of the books. Hopefully that will help cut down on the need to fight over limited resources." Flora tells the group.

"I have a list of books I can recommend for that." Momonoki says.

"And I have some new book requests if you don't mind." Furcus adds.

"Same here."

"Yis, me too."

"And if we're talking about comfy spaces, think you could add in a couple of nice makeout corners?" Raim says, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

"Alright, hold on. let me get a list started - although I don't know about those makeout spaces, Raim." Flora says, pulling out her phone to make a list while frowning at the succubus teacher.

"Oh, boo" Raim pouts, but doesn't kick up much of a fuss. After getting suggestions and recommendations from everyone at the table, Flora gets up from her seat.

"Actually, i should ask everyone else here too before they all get too drunk to answer coherently." Flora says. After all, every teacher was currently in one spot.

"Aww, how thoughtful of you." Marbus says as Flora begins walking to the other teachers.

"Definitely related to Iruma." Says Tsumuru.

"Yis." Suzie adds. "Both so sweet."

"I cant wait to see what else she does." Marbas says, pitching his arm up on the table to hold his chin in his hand as he watches Flora cross the room from teacher to teacher. Tsumuru - being one of his good friends - clocks the look on his face.

"Quite a good figure too, huh?" He says teasingly, nudging at Marbus.

"Murmur, its not in good taste to say something like that in front of a group of women." He tries to deflect.

"Oh, no no." Raim starts. "If you like her, I'll be the first to find out, so there's no use trying to hide it, mister." She waves a finger in his face.

"Its not that," Marbus starts. "I just like how kind she seems. Its very unique and interesting for a demon to be so kind."

"Yis, very true." Suzie chimes in "Iruma's kindness must surely stem from his aunt, they're both very unique in that sense."

"It is quite interesting, I admit." Tsumuru mumbles thoughtfully.

"Besides," Marbus adds. "Teacher relationships can run the risk of impacting the students well being at school. i woulden't do anything right now anyways. Its nice just watching for now." He finishes with a smile.

So not love at first sight, but more piqued my interest at first sight :P Hope you like it!

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Come Home

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Pairing: (Ominis Gaunt x Reader)

Song: Willow Tree March by The Paper Kites

Concept: What if Ominis’ aunt didn’t die in the Scriptorium and instead left the Gaunt family? What if Ominis went to go live with his aunt in America?

Author’s Note: Starting to finally calm down in my busy life and have a little bit of time to write. I had this idea while listening to the song and I couldn’t help but write it. Ominis, my poor baby, deserves to be happy so I wrote a fic where he does get to be happy. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

It had only been a few months since he left. Ominis Gaunt in all his magnificent glory was taken away from his rotten family to live with his aunt in America. Of course, Sebastian and I were overjoyed for him for we knew the true harshness that came with being a Gaunt. Ominis was a kind and gentle soul, so undeserving of his family's cruelty and hatred. So, it made complete sense as to why I should be happy for him. His aunt who was just like him was alive. His only loving and caring familial relation was alive and well and wanting to save him from the very family she ran from. Yet…I believe that Sebastian, Anne, and I were Ominis’s family. We kept him safe and sane all those years. I held him in the undercroft. We laughed with him and played the horrific game of gobstones. Hogwarts was our home, and we were a family, but now he’s gone. 

I remember that fateful day we all saw him off to America. His leather suitcase in hand and hair styled so neatly that no matter how many times I ran my fingers through it it would never change. I knew I’d see Ominis again. I knew we’d write every day, but he was my family and he was leaving. I’d no longer see him next to me in History of Magic dozing off or have his companionship when I went to raid the kitchens late at night. No longer would Ominis dawn his Hogwarts uniform, but instead dawn the one of Ilvermorny. He was going to make new friends. He was going to make a new family. And just as I knew we’d always be friends, he’d move on because that is what happens with life; It moves on and so do you. 

So that’s what I tried to do, move on. Of course, moving on worked just like that day we had blast-ended skrewts in Care of Magical Creatures. Sebastian knew I wasn’t faring well without Ominis, but I knew he was hurting just the same. Natty tried her best to cheer me up. We’d go for walks in the forbidden forest or grab a butterbeer or two from the Three Broomsticks. Poppy comforted me in her own manner and in doing so my collection of rescued magical creatures grew. Yet no matter how much butterbeer I drank, flights over the castle I took, or magical creatures I rescued, the hole Ominis left could never be filled. 

I almost began to think that the hole would never be filled. 

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“No Garreth, you aren’t listening. You’ve got to give each of the mallowsweet plants three drops of the water and fertilizer mixture,” I chuckled as I pushed myself onto Garreth’s station. My legs swung back and forth and I observed the red head’s careful measuring. He may have a reputation in potions, but I refuse to let that reputation bleed into herbology. 

Garreth gave me a hearty laugh as his hands carefully distributed the mixture to the mallowsweets. 

“Good,” I smiled before patting him on the head. 

“Merlin, Y/N,” Garreth said, “I’m not one of your puffskein.” Garreth set down the mixture before sending me a smirk. 

“Well, if you're not a puffskein, then why does your hair look like one. Don’t you see how puffy your locks are?” I fluffed up Garreth’s hair and styled it to look exactly like the small furry creatures. 

“Hey, hey not the hair,” Garreth whined. 

“ Sorry, forgive me, good sir,” I sarcastically said, “I don’t want to ruin your chances with Miss Imelda Reyes.”

Garreth rolled his eyes. “I’ll have you know that I am not infatuated with Imel–”

It was a strange occurrence. One moment I’m teasing Garreth until his ears turn pink and the next it’s like I’ve lost my breath. My heart clenches and leaps forward and my hair stands up. My ears are no longer listening to Garreth as the voice in my mind grows louder and louder. 

Run. Run. Run. 

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Garreth asked.

I look down at Garreth. “He’s here,” I mutter. Snapping out of my daze, I jump down from the desk. “Garreth, mind taking my stuff back to the common room for me? I have to–I just–I’ve got to go.” 

I don’t give Garreth time to respond before I’m out of the herbology classroom. I vaguely hear Garreth and Professor Garlick calling after me but my mind, heart, and soul are tuned to the sound of another song: he’s here, he’s here, he’s here. 

The halls of Hogwarts pass me by as I dash down the stairs and across the stone floors. With nothing in my way, my legs take me farther and faster. It’s as if I’ve drunk a potion of speed. The beat of the song grows louder the longer I run. I have no clue where I’m running, but I know where to go. I’m going to him wherever he is. 

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“Don’t go,” I whispered. My hand is in between his cold palms. 

“She’s my family.” Ominis said the words like they were law. 

“What about Sebastian, Anne, and I?” I asked. “I thought we were your family.”

Ominis opened and closed his mouth while his milky white eyes darted around. “It’s not the same.”

“But it is. You are my family. Please Ominis. I’ve already lost Professor Fig and almost lost Sebastian. I can’t lose you too.” I began to cry. I am not sure why, but I always seemed to cry in the Astronomy tower. 

The stars were beautiful that night as Ominis tried to comfort me with vague promises. My hands were no longer in his, but now clutching his robes with an intensity I never knew I had. It was if I were to let go, he’d disappear. When I did let go the next morning, Ominis did vanish. He stepped on that boat and was gone. 

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The cobbled stone of the pathway beneath my feeling echoed the sound of my boots. The early afternoon autumn sun beat down on my figure, inducing a sweat on my brow. Lacewing flies buzzed to the side as the faint sounds of the forbidden forest chirped in my ears. 

Odd looks passed my way as I darted between wizards and witches promenading along the road. Nothing was going to stop me from where I was going–where I needed to be. 

Soon I passed through Hogsmeade. The smells of candy and butterbeer crept into my senses. Each experience reminded me of him, of where I was running.

As the song grew louder, my feet ran faster, and my breath grew heavier. As I run, I can’t think of a time when I ran this fast without my life on the line. I ran too much during my 5th year at Hogwarts. I ran from goblins, poachers, and villains. I ran from myself and those I loved. I ran and ran and ran. I hated running yet here I was running once more. But this time I was running to something. I was running for something. 

The song grew quiet. The urge to run faded. My feet stopped at the train station. Steam was still coming out from the head of the train. People stepped off and filled the station. My lungs heaved as I remembered to breathe. My eyes scanned over the crowd. I knew he’d be here. I believed. 

People dispersed as they found their loved ones. Kisses were exchanged and hugs were given to those reunited. Each scene made my heart yearn. More and more people left, the more I grew worried. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I ran for no reason. Maybe I ran here just to run away. Maybe in my delusion and aching, I cried out for Ominis when he couldn’t hear me. Maybe…

There was no one at the station anymore. My breath collected and the sweat on my forehead cooled. It was just me in my uniform and the train about to depart. He was supposed to be here. 

A noise came from behind me. It was either a cough or a grunt, I couldn’t tell, but I didn’t want to believe it. I wanted to have misheard. My head turned around and there he was. 

Ominis with his dirty blonde hair and star-kissed face stood on the platform in front of me. His eyes were nervous as he held his wand in front of him. In his other hand held his luggage. 

For a moment neither of us said anything. I knew he knew I was there, just as I knew. I felt my heart skip and my face heat up at the sight of him. He was just as beautiful as the day he left. 

“Y/N?” Ominis whispered. It was as if he didn’t dare to speak aloud, scared to break the dream.

“Y/N, I’m–” I silenced Ominis with a hug. My arms squeezed tight as my head buried itself into his chest. Ominis’s luggage dropped to the platform and his hand now free wrapped around me with as much vigor as I hugged him. He was here. His heartbeat underneath my ear beating faster than mine. His breath was on the crown of my head. Ominis was home and now so was I.

“You’re home,” I cried into his chest. 

“I’m home,” Ominis soothed. “And I’m here to stay.” 

I pull back from the hug and give him a look of disbelief. “What about your Aunt?” 

Ominis chuckled. His foggy eyes float over my face. “All she asked for was my summer holidays. Other than that I’m yours. After all, Hogwarts is my home.” 

My laugh sniffles my tears of joy. “Well then,” I said, “Let’s get you back to Hogwarts. I’m sure everyone is intrigued as to where I ran off to. After all, I did run out of herbology to find you.” 

His eyes widened at my confession. “What about–”

“Doesn’t matter now that you’re here,” I smiled before locking his arm with mine. Once his luggage was back in his hand, the two of us left the station, loving smiles on our faces, hands held together with Hogwarts in our sights. 

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