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lifeofkaze · 3 years ago

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hello i have fallen i love with your charlie fic (❤❤!!) and i want to ask if you could you write some angst where barnaby has a crush on mc and they're super oblivious and later they start dating someone else ans barnaby realizes he lost them?

My dearest anon, let me say: I AM SORRY. Writing your ask took me forever (literally, lol) even though I had it in my head the moment I got your asks all those months ago. But I never felt the right inspiration to actually write it down until today. Today it just hit me. I do hope you're actually still around and reading what I made out of it.

I'm really truly sorry. 😅

So, without further ado, I present to you:

Missed Chances

Barnaby Lee x Reader

Barnaby Lee wasn’t the smartest kid around.

He was by no means dumb, he just wasn’t as clever or booksmart as most of his peers, a fact he was well aware of. But it didn’t bother him that much, really. He had found his means of getting by during classes and ever since distancing himself from Merula Snyde back in their third year, he had been able to gather a circle of friends around him he could fall back upon.

There was popular Penny Haywood for Potions, shy but gifted Ben Copper for Charms, and ever so patient Rowan Khanna when he had troubles with Transfiguration.

Barnaby’s favourite study sessions, however, were those for Defense Against The Dark Arts. Not because he was particularly bad at the subject; on the contrary, he was a skilled duelist and most charms and jinxes came naturally to him. No, the real reason those lessons were his favourite was because it was you who was teaching him.

Ever since he’d been drawn into your close circle of friends, his above average DADA marks had been plummeting, since he kept getting distracted during class. The professors weren’t impressed but neither surprised at his apparent lack of academic skills and under normal circumstances, Barnaby would have tried everything in his power to prove them wrong, that he could do better, that he wasn’t as stupid as everyone made him out to be.

But when you offered your help in catching up on the subject, Barnaby had changed his mind. You were always top of your DADA class and what better way to spend some time alone with you while listening to your beautiful voice explaining the differences between a curse and a hex.

Barnaby knew most of the things you were telling him already, so he had ample time to just watch you talk during your study sessions. He knew no one else could get so excited over dark creatures and cursed objects like you did. The way your eyes were sparkling when lecturing him on the differences between a werewolf and regular wolf had him enthralled every single time and the proud smile you gave him when he answered one of your questions correctly never failed to make Barnaby’s heart beat hard in his chest.

He would have loved to see that smile more often, but he made sure to let his real knowledge of the subject shine through sparingly. He was afraid that if he got too good, you might want to drop studying with him and that was something he couldn’t risk; spending time with you had become the highlight of his day. No one he knew rivalled the warmth you radiated and the unbroken faith you had in him, a sentiment that was completely new to Barnaby.

When the big news of the Celestial Ball was announced, it was all his peers could talk about. What to wear, how to look and who to bring were the questions dominating all of the four common rooms.

Barnaby never had to think twice who he wanted to be his date for the dance. He thought about how to properly ask you out for days on end; you were no common girl after all. You were the most extraordinary girl he knew and thus deserved an extraordinary invitation. But when he finally plucked up the courage to ask you out, you looked at him sheepishly.

“That’s so sweet of you, Barney. I’m so flattered, really. But I already promised Rowan and Ben to go with them. You know, just as friends.”

His heart sank at the words. Why hadn’t he acted sooner? Maybe people were right about him being stupid after all.

Seeing his disheartened look, your face changed into something softer. “But I’m sure Rowan and Ben wouldn’t mind if you came along with us? As another friend?”

Barnaby beamed at her. “I’d love that. We’re going to have such a great time together, as friends,” he added, not quite sure whom he wanted to reassure, you or himself.

He would probably never forget the night of the Celestial Ball when he saw you in the dress André Egwu had designed for the first time. Rowan and Ben had arrived at the ball before you and when you stepped into the Great Hall all on your own, Barnaby’s breath stopped for a moment.

You were dressed in a beautiful, burgundy dress with intricate patterns embroidered around the neckline. Your waist was accentuated by a small belt and the skirt of your dress flowed around you in several layers of fabric. You looked like an ethereal being to him as you walked through the crowd over to him, Rowan and Ben, your skirt trailing slightly behind you.

His eyes didn’t leave you for the whole evening even for a second. He could hear you laughing when you danced with Rowan and Ben, the sound like silver bells to his ears. When he asked you for a dance with him, your hand just happened to fit perfectly into his and your bright smile made Barnaby forget everything else around you and him. He did take great care to not step on your dress, however. You looked so perfect, he didn’t want to ruin it with his own clumsiness; although he pretty much doubted anything could have taken away from your beauty.

When the Celestial Ball was over, Barnaby took the chance to walk you back to your common room. You had your arm linked with his and marched in step with him. As he was taller than you, it required some effort on your part, the strange walking rhythm making you giggle. The sound had Barnaby’s heart beat faster.

Barnaby was almost reluctant to let you go when you had reached the concealed entrance to your common room. He wasn’t quite sure what to do; all he wanted to do was put his arms around you, drawing you as close to him as possible and never letting go again. But he hesitated; what if you didn’t feel the same?

To gain some time, he cleared his throat. “I had a lot of fun tonight.”

“Me too,” you smiled at him. “I’m glad you came along. You just have the most fun with your friends, right?”

The word ‘friends’ put a damper on the butterflies that had been swarming in Barnaby’s stomach until this point.

“Yes, friends,” he echoed, “because we’re friends.”

A look of confusion crossed your face for a moment. “Are you alright?”

“Of course I am,” Barnaby lied quickly, glad that the flickering light of the torches hid the blush spreading on his cheeks. “Just exhausted from dancing, I guess.”

“Oh, alright. I’d better get to my common room then. Good night.”

There was a short, awkward pause, before you smiled at him, waved and vanished into your common room. Barnaby sighed; at least for night, he had definitely botched his chances.

Ever since the Celestial Ball and the anticlimax of its ending, Barnaby had made it his mission to convince you there was more to him than being your friend. He’d ventured into the library on his own and gathered together all books on romance he could find and read every single one of them. Most of them, especially the older ones, had given him quite some headaches, but he knew you enjoyed reading old love stories, so maybe they had some useful information to offer. How someone could spend their free time reading things like Jane Austen for fun, however, remained a mystery to him.

And apparently, the tips he had sourced weren’t that helpful either. Barnaby tried it all, he complimented you, he brought you flowers and small gifts that reminded him of you and tried connecting with you over things he knew you loved. Whenever he saw the chance to ask you out he tried. But as soon as he had gathered his courage, you had already promised one of your numerous friends to go with them instead. It was exasperating, really.

All the while, the study sessions with you continued. Barnaby had stopped pretending to be as oblivious as he made himself out to be in the beginning; he knew it was risky, in case you might want to drop studying with him if he got better, but he was too addicted to your smile at this point. No matter how hard his day had been, a smile from you and everything else was forgotten.

Barnaby wished you would finally notice just how much he adored you, but as long as he could spend time with you, listen to your voice and hear your laughter, everything was fine with him.

Until it was not.

He had noticed you were distracted lately and not as talkative as he was used to. Today’s Potions class was no exception. Professor Snape, who was even moodier than usual, was lecturing the class on the importance of knowing potion recipes by heart.

“You will not always carry a textbook with you,” he droned, “and while I wouldn’t trust half of you to brew a potion even with proper instructions, maybe some of you will be able to produce something remotely resembling a proper concoction by sheer luck. If I see one piece of parchment on the table, you will clean your classmates’ cauldrons after class. Begin.”

Dreading the next two hours of guessing which ingredients to use in what order, Barnaby glanced over to you. But you hadn’t been listening to the instructions, it seemed. Your attention was focused on a piece of parchment in front of you, hastily scribbled lines running across it. Barnaby tried catching a glimpse but when you noticed, you blushed deeply and quickly covered the parchment with your hand.

Barnaby, however, wasn’t the only one who had noticed the piece of parchment. Before you could do anything, Professor Snape had appeared next to you and snatched the parchment out of your grip.

“I thought I said no notes allowed, or didn’t I express myself clearly enough for your convenience?” he snarled.

“No, Professor, you misunderstand,” you gasped, “these aren’t Potions notes, it’s private. Can I please have it back?”

You reached for it, but Snape jerked his hand up so it was just out of reach. “That gives it even less reason to be present in my classroom,” he said coldly, a cruel smile stealing onto his face. “Let us share with the rest of the class what is distracting you from my lesson.”

Your cheeks were glowing bright red as Snape started reading the content of your note.

“Do you like me? Yes or No. Circle your answer,” he read out loud. “How droll,” he sneered over the chuckle of your classmates, “I suggest, next time you concentrate more on your potion and less on your silly personal bearings. Perhaps the result will be more decent then. 10 points from you and detention tonight.”

As he swept past your table, Barnaby noticed your hanging head. You had your hands clasped tightly together in your lap and seemed so small all of a sudden that he felt furious. Even though Snape was his head of house, he had no right whatsoever to embarrass you in front of everyone like that.

“Are you okay?” he asked you gently.

Not looking at him, you shook his head. “Why did he have to do that?” you whispered. “He could see I wasn’t taking notes. There was no need to read it out loud.”

“There wasn’t,” Barnaby agreed. He hesitated for a moment before reaching out and lightly placing his hand on your arm. “He’s just a big, old, mean bat. Everyone says so.”

You sniffed, a small smile already spreading on your face again. “That’s true. Thank you.” You covered his hand with yours and squeezed it lightly. The touch sent jolts of energy through Barnaby from where your hands connected. His skin was still tingling when you turned towards your cauldron again, breaking the contact.

“Who was your note for, anyway?” Barnaby asked, trying not to sound as if this wasn’t the question burning red hot on his mind.

You looked at him wide-eyed. “I can’t possibly tell you.”

��Why not? Do I know him?”

Blushing again, you could only nod before dropping your gaze.

“It’s someone I’ve been friends with for a while now, but I don’t know if he feels the same. I don’t want to ruin our friendship by making a stupid move.”

Barnaby held his breath. You couldn’t possibly be talking about him, could you?

“How could it ruin your friendship?” he asked. “If he’s your friend, he’s your friend and nothing can change that.”

He took a deep breath. “Maybe you should just tell him,” he said deliberately casually, “who knows, maybe that friend of yours has been feeling the same for some time now, too.”

You looked up at him in surprise. “You think so?”

Barnaby nodded in agreement. “Definitely. Just try your luck, maybe you’ll be surprised.”

After the class was over and you had parted ways for the rest of the day, Barnaby counted the minutes until the evening when you had agreed to meet for another study session before your detention. He was positively bouncing with energy ever since lunchtime. You had come over to him with a nervous smile on your lips to ask him to meet up with you later.

“Chances are, I’ll need to tell you something,” you had said with a shaky laugh before joining your other friends for lunch. Barnaby had swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to look unfazed, but his insides had been burning with impatience ever since.

That was why he had arrived earlier than usual at the library that evening. He picked all the books out you would be needing and stacked and restacked them several times at the table you were usually working on.

It felt like an eternity until you finally entered the library, each second dragging into an eternity of its own. Barnaby saw you first. You stood in the entrance to the grand room and all of a sudden the library seemed to be a little brighter just by you being there. You scanned the rows of bookshelves with your eyes and a wide smile appeared on your face as they fell on him, waiting for you between books and quills in your favourite spot.

You quickly bounded over to him, a spring in your step that was a stark contrast to the miserable mood you had been in this morning. Before Barnaby even had a chance to ask what made you so happy, you had flung your arms around his neck in a tight embrace.

On instinct, Barnaby put his arms around your waist and held you for a sweet moment that he wished would last forever. He could smell the flowery scent of your perfume and breathed it in deeply, trying to commit every last detail of how you felt in his arms to memory. He was sure you had to feel his heartbeat; how could you not with how hard it was hammering against his ribcage?

“He said yes, Barney! He really said yes!” you squealed, not caring one bit about Madam Pince’s indignant shush.

The sheer happiness coursing through his veins turned into ice that froze him from the inside in a matter of seconds. Confused, he loosened his hold on you and pushed you far enough away from him to look you in the face. The joy visible on it almost broke his heart.

“What?”

“My crush!” you beamed at him. “I followed your advice and asked him out, just now! And he said yes!” you repeated, hugging him again.

“You’re the first person I wanted to tell,” you said. Barnaby could feel your breath on the skin exposed by the open collar of his shirt. He hated himself for the shiver running down his spine.

“Why?” was all he managed to whisper in response.

“Because without you, I’d never have the courage to talk to him upfront. It’s all thanks to you that I have a date now. You’re really the best friend I could ask for.”

Every word you spoke was like a dagger pushed up to the hilt into his broken heart, every second he saw you smile at the prospect of going out with the boy you wanted to be with - the boy that wasn’t him - a twist of the blade until he felt like he couldn’t breathe anymore. His heart, that had beaten so wildly just moments before when he had held you in his arms, could have stopped beating right there and then; Barnaby doubted it would have felt much different to the consuming emptiness he felt at this very moment.

You were rambling on and on about where you wanted to take your date and what you would wear but Barnaby wasn’t listening. He didn’t even know who you were talking about; all he knew was that it wasn’t him and that thought was louder in his head than your words could ever be.

“What do you think of that?”

Barnaby realised you had come to the end of your explanations and expected an opinion from him. He forced himself to smile apologetically at you, when all he wanted to do was scream.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that,” he croaked out.

Your brow creased. “Are you okay? You’re so pale all of a sudden.”

“I’m good,” Barnaby answered with a hoarse voice. He cleared his throat and started again. “I’m good, I just caught a cold, I think. I should go see Madam Pomfrey later.”

You made a sceptical sound and raised one eyebrow. “If you say so. So what do you think? Is Madam Puddyfoot’s Tea Shop a good idea or not?”

Barnaby had never heard of this tea shop before, but he’d go to Knockturn Alley for a date if it only was with you. “It doesn’t matter where you take him. He’s lucky he gets to go with someone like you in the first place.”

“That’s sweet of you to say.”

“I’m just happy you’re happy,” Barnaby said and even meant it, in a way. He just wished the source of your happiness was him and not somebody else.

You hugged him once again and he was glad that you couldn’t see the pained expression crossing his features for a moment. “You’re the best, Barney. I’m so glad to have you in my life.”

You let go and turned towards the table laden with books Barnaby had so carefully set up. “Shall we?”

He sat down with you and watched as you started taking out your notes on objects cursed with minor jinxes. Your eyes were sparkling even more than usual and even now, you were so beautiful to Barnaby it hurt.

With a sigh, he concentrated on what you had to say for a change. His time spent daydreaming about you was over for good now, so he might as well do what the two of you were here for and study.

No, Barnaby Lee wasn’t the smartest kid around.

But even he knew that when it came to you, he had missed too many chances.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #barnaby lee #anon ask #fun fact #this is exactly what happened in game for my mc lizzie #went to the celestial ball with barnaby #and ditched him afterwards #whoops #and for talbott of all people #because yknow #that old let us date the quidditch kids discussion #but we're not getting into that now

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unlikelymilkshakedream · 4 years ago

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A/n: sorry this took a little longer than usual, I had a huge project for one of my classes that was the only thing on my mind for like a week. Here is part 2 to the charlie weasley story I made a while ago. Hope you enjoy!

**Flash forwards 7 months to the week before valentines day**

Love was thick in the air at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry the week before valentines day, not only were people excited to spend the day with their loved ones, but the big school dance was atop everyone's minds.

It was no different for Y/N Y/L/N and Charlie Weasley. The couple was now into their 7th month of dating and they were absolutely head over heels for each other, let alone in the time of valentines day.

In the 7 months they've been together, they of course got to all the things couples do. Sneaking around at 2am, stealing kisses in the hallways between classes, driving their friends up a wall because they couldn't stop fawning over each other, you name it.

Their friend sof course, were beyond happy for them, seeing as they were placing bets on if this year would finally be the year they go together, (of course, Barnaby had lost.)

Now coming up on valentines day, you could guess they already had a date planned.

"Y/n?" Charlie said one afternoon on their way to charms class.

"Yes charlie?" She said with the biggest grin on her face.

"I was just wondering what color my tie should be so it can match your dress at the dance." He said with that mischievous smirk.

"Hmm, I didn't know i was going to the dance, no one has asked me yet." She said looking around for someone who wasn't there.

"Ahh, fantastic! Then there won't be any competition." Charlie said as he magically pulled flowers from behind his back. "Y/n y/l/n, would you do my the honors and go to the valentines day dance with me?" He bent down as if he was curtsying.

"Why yes charlie weasley, I would love to." He stands up and kisses her cheek just as they hear a round of applause. Both turning find their friends, Penny, Rowan, Ben and Andre standing down the corridor from them.

"Congrats guys, now come on, we don't want to be late." Rowan exclaims. The couple laughs and pecks each other's lips, heading off in the direction of their class.

As y/n sits down next to her best friend Rowan, she feels a nudge in her ribs. "What Rowan?"

"Will you go to hogsmeade with me Penny, and tonks later? I'm pretty sure we're going to buy dresses. It could be a fun girls day."

"Of course Rowan, I would love to." She says with a huge grin on her face. She turns to charlie, who is talking with Ben.

"Well charlie, I known dragons are fascinating to you, but to me, I can't imagine a more terrifying things." She laughs interrupting their conversation.

"Well ben, I promise you charlie would not let one harm you." She turns towards charlie. "Hey im gonna go to hogsmeade with the girls tomorrow." He smiles

"Okay, I'll miss you." She laughs.

"Charlie ill be gone for a few hours. You'll be fine." He sighs but agrees.

The next day, y/n, tonks, Penny, and Rowan are making their way down to the village, intending on heading to the dress shop, when a snowball comes flying at tonks head. Everyone stops and turns to see Andre, Ben, Barnaby and Bill picking up snow.

The girls laugh it off and pick snow up as well, engaging in a snowball fight that the girls are clearly winning. Y/n throws one directly and Barnabys head which hits him dead in the face signaling the defeat of the boys with a tremendous roar of laughter.

As the girls say goodbye to the boys and make their way into the dress shop, to the dislike of the owner since they were wet from the snow, they are all having great times.

"I don't think I've ever seen Barnaby that shocked since when you hit him y/n." Tonks say with a roar of laughter. She laughs.

"Yeah, he didn't know what was coming ro him." They all laugh together.

"Hello ladies, what are we shopping for today?" The owner comes over and looks at the group of girls.

"Well, we would all like to purchase dresses for an upcoming ball, preferably color coordinated, although maybe not y/n since she of course has to match with her date." Penny explains with a smirk in y/n's direction.

"I see, well what colors would you like?" The women asks the girls.

"Well for me, I think red would be the best option, since charlies favorite color is red. Do you have a burgundy or wine color dress?" Y/n finishes as the owner smiles and goes to the back to look.

"Of course, charlie would love to see you in burgundy, although, I bet he already has seen more than that." Penny says with a huge smirk on her face. She of course is talking about the 2am adventure y/n and charlie took an abandoned corridor, and did some things... (ill stop there so not every single piece of mine is smut;)

Y/ns cheeks turn a deep shade of red as the owner comes back with multiple dresses to try on. A few hours later, the girls were satisfied with their purchases, y/n choosing a beautiful burgundy dress that extenuated her figure nicely, and her friends with blue dresses that all looked amazing on them.

When they got back to the castle, they went to their common rooms and decided to get some rest, as it was quite late, considering they took forever to try on dresses.

The next morning, y/n met charlie in the common room and they walked to breakfast together.

"So, you never answered my question a couple days ago." Charlie started. "What color tie shall I be wearing?" He said with a grin.

Y/n laughed at that. "I won't reveal too much, but I would go with a dark red to match my drop dead gorgeous dress." He laughed

"Ooh I can't wait." They held as hands as they walked into breakfast.

The morning of the dance was filled with sunshine through y/n's window. It was a Saturday and she was going to get ready with her friends for the ball the evening.

She started the day by getting breakfast and listening to her favorite songs. By nightfall, she was with all her friends, getting ready to have charlie drooling over her.

"Y/n, show us your beautiful dress." She went into the changing room and got on her dress, which looked amazing with her curled hair. She walked out and everyone turned to her.

"Holy shit y/n/n, you look amazing." She giggled, "thanks Rowan. Come on everyone get dressed so we can go to this thing." Within an hour everyone was making their way downstairs at 7:30pm as the dance started at 8pm.

When all the girls were downstairs at the entrance of the ball, y/n got nervous.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" Rowan asked her best friend as she had yet to enter the hall.

"I don't know Rowan, i just, what if charlie doesn't like it? What if I fall on my face like an idiot, what if-"

"Hey, hey, hey, just take a deep breathe, okay? Girl you look so beautiful you don't even know, charlie is so in love with you that he is going to think you look good no matter what. You're beautiful and you don't need to stress like this. Okay? Come on." Y/n smiled at her.

"Thanks Rowan, you're the best friend ever." They hugged and y/n entered the hall, all eyes turning towards her and Rowan. Charlies mouth dropped open and bill had to quickly shut if for him. Y/n giggled at that as she made her way over to him.

"Y/n, you look, amazing." Charlie smiled. "Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself red." He offered you his arm and you took it. Walking into the dance with Charlie, you felt such euphoria, you were with all of your friends and your boyfriend, it was the perfect night.

"Y/n, may I have this dance?" Charlie asked, standing from the table where his friends sat.

"Ah, such a gentleman. Of course charlie." She smiled at her friends as they waved.

As the couple took their place on the dance floor, they felt so in love with each other.

"You look so beautiful tonight y/n, I love this dress on you." She giggled.

"Thank you charlie, you look dashing as well." She said as she leaned in to kiss him, which he reciprocated almost immediately.

"Wow, y/n, that was,"

"Amazing." The two moved closer to each other as they danced, her head on his shoulder.

"I love you y/n." She froze in her place. He felt it and pulled away. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, we're so young and i-" he didn't get to finish as she pulled him for a kiss.

"Its okay charlie, I love you too." He smiled as they continued dancing, into the most perfect night ever.

A/n: okay, this one is not as good as the first, sorry! But I hope you liked it, I think it's cute. Warning, next chapter there will be ANGST!heart break and sadness lies ahead lol. Please let me know what you thinked of this chapter, it means a lot to me <3

#charlie weasley #charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasley x mc #charlie weasley fluff #charlie weasley imagine #hphm mc #hphm au #barnaby lee #nymphadora tonks #penny haywood #rowan khanna #bill weasley

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the-meme-monarch · 4 years ago

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so I’ve been watching a play though of half life and much to my disappointment Barney is, according to the wiki, only in the very, very beginning where gordon is on the tram ride, he is seen knocking on a door as the tram rides past, and then never again. So I’ve decided to name every guard that came after, but I named them all similarly to barney and benrey. So far I’ve come up with:

Barry, Benny, Bobby, Bonney, Bailey, Brandy, Barbey, Barnaby, Bethany, Brady, Bradley, Bramley, Brantley, Betsy, Billy, Bertey, Becky, Bentley, Berney, Beverly, Borrey, Bodey, Brody, Brittney, Bryony, Buddey, Berley, Berkley, Barkley, Barley, Bartley, Burmey, Banksy, Beasley, Boganey, Bambey, Biddy, Bindy, Bowey, Brawley, Buckley, Buffy, Burgundy, and of course who could forget Bey

#pronounced as bee #half life #words from the monarch

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official-weasley · 4 years ago

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The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley: Pt. 4, Ch. 7

PART 4: THE YEAR WHEN EVERYONE HAS A CRUSH Chapter 7 - Bill's Dueling Skills

Nova

I woke up the day after the match feeling a bit down. I still had days when I missed my dad. Today was one of those.

When I reminisced about yesterday's match, my mood improved. I still couldn't believe that I managed to catch the Snitch right in front of Charlie. Skye, of course, was mad as she said that I was wasting my time and could do it faster. Orion, however, was just fine with my technique and that's what mattered to me. He was a good Captain.

At the beginning of the match, I could barely focus on the game as Murphy's voice filled my head and my heart raced faster than my broom. I was probably one of the few people who actually enjoyed listening to his long sentences full of numbers and predictions. And I have to admit that I flew very close to the commentator's stand just to see his cute face. Those blue eyes beaming at me as I passed by.

I still couldn't believe that I was crazy enough to go after that Snitch as it looked like Charlie and I were going to crash. I mean, I told him I would knock him off his broom if I had to and I think he thought I took it seriously!

I looked through the window and the sight of a clear sky made me excited for our next adventure. Barnaby convinced Charlie to accompany us the next time we sneak into the Forbidden Forest and Charlie convinced Professor Kettleburn to tell him the safest way to get inside the Forest.

Kettleburn, oblivious to the fact that Charlie would act upon it as he thought he was just curious, told him that the best way would be by flying on a broom. While Barnaby was taking care of getting us 3 brooms, Charlie and I planned to convince Bill to give us some dueling lessons to be better prepared if we encounter a creature like Aragog again.

I finally left the dormitory and as I was opening the door to leave the Ravenclaw Tower I bumped into Bill. He was standing in front of the door talking to the Riddle Eagle and trying to explain that he has no idea what the bird was asking of him.

“How do you ever get inside?” He scratched his head.

“What did he ask you?” I chuckled, still wondering what he was doing in front of our Common Room.

“He said something about water and beauty and scales but shown only to the ones who care.” I could see his mind was hard at work to figure it out.

“The Prefect's Bathroom.” I answered immediately.

“Oh, because of the Mermaid portrait and because Prefects are responsible?” It dawned on him as the door swung open and I nodded.

“Shut it Eagle, we're not trying to get inside.” The door closed and the Eagle groaned something about us taking his work for granted.

“That was a tricky one.” Bill was confused.

“I guess.” I shrugged my shoulders. I was so used to the riddles by now that I didn't give them much thought. “Bill, what are you doing here, are you looking for someone?”

“Yes, you actually. I have a problem.” His face turned sad.

“What happened?” I lead him down the stairs to the first bench I could find.

“Well, I was trying to make my mum proud and I decided to give the Washing Spell a try, you know to wash my clothes.” He started explaining. I nodded.

“And it didn't go well.” He reached for his bag and pulled out his Weasley jumper.

“What did you do?” I gasped.

“It shrunk! It barely reaches my belly button.” He frowned, holding the jumper tightly in his hands.

“Is there a counterspell I can help you with?” I didn't know what I could do to help him solve this problem.

“No, I tried already.” He sighed. “I don't want to throw it away and since you like my mum's jumpers so much I was going to give it to you if you'll have it.” He gave out a faint smile.

“M-me?” I blushed a little. He was right, I loved Molly's knitting but it would be weird wearing a jumper with the letter B on it, though my last name does start with it.

“Yes, I think it's just your size now.” He lifted the jumper by the shoulders to show me how much it shrank. It really was bad. What surprised me, even more, was that it didn't have a letter B on it but a W. I guess Molly decided to make one for Bill to show that he's a proud Weasley and THAT I could get on board with.

“Alright, I'll take it. It's still soft right?” I narrowed my eyes as I didn't know what exactly went wrong with his spell. “Like a stuffed animal.” He grinned and pushed the jumper in my hands.

“Thank you, Nova. It means a lot to me that I don't have to throw it away.” He hugged me. “I have to go talk to Professor McGonagall, but meet you down at breakfast?” He stood up, I nodded and he was on his way.

I made my way down to the Great Hall and as it was chilly and I only had a thin blouse on since the weather looked nice, I decided to put on my new Weasley jumper. Bill was right it was as soft as a plushie.

I saw a pair of familiar heads eating breakfast at the Gryffindor Table and sat down next to Tonks.

“Wotcher, Nova! Nice jumper!” She grinned. Charlie who was rather occupied with his bacon and eggs looked up and his eyes widened.

“Why are you wearing Bill's jumper?” He looked confused.

“I think it quite suits her.” Tonks' eyes moved from my face to the jumper and my face again. “Don't you think so, Charlie?”

“Yeah, you're really cute.” He spurted out and his eyes widened again when he realized what he said. I chuckled and felt the heat on my cheeks.

Before we could say anything and much to Charlie's relief Bill came to our table.

“Morning, mates!” He stopped next to Charlie and ruffled his hair.

“Bill, can I talk to you for a second?” Just as he wanted to sit down, Charlie grabbed his hand. “In private?” He almost hissed at him. He dragged Bill away from our ear distance and started mumbling something.

“What's his problem?” Tonks asked while munching on her cereal.

“I don't know. He's been kind of grumpy lately.” My head leaning on my hand trying to decide what to have for breakfast.

“You reckon he's on his period?” Tonks asked in a serious voice. If I had something in my mouth at that moment, it would be all over the table as I started laughing.

“Maybe he is.” I answered and Tonks joined in on the laugh.

Charlie

“What's the matter, Charlie? Why are you mad at me?” I hated when Bill looked all innocent.

“Why is Nova wearing your jumper?” I tried to sound as normal as possible.

“Oh, that. Well, you see it shrank when I was washing it and I know she likes mum's jumpers so I thought...”

“And does she know what the W on it stands for?” I interrupted him.

“I would assume that after knowing me for 4 years she would know, yes.” He nodded confidently.

“And don't you think it's a little weird that she is wearing a jumper with YOUR initial on it?” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Charlie, are you jealous?” He must've noticed my red cheeks, a smug look on his face. “If it bothers you, I can ask for it back.”

“Oh, bug off, Bill.” I swung my hand at him and went back to finish my breakfast, leaving Bill behind.

Bothers me! Why would it bother me? I just wanted to know why she was wearing it, that's all.

“That went well.” Tonks grinned at us as I went back to eating my breakfast and Bill sat down next to me.

“Say, Nova.” Bill pocked me in the ribs with his elbow. Nova lifted her head, apparently still deciding what to eat. “You do know what the W on my jumper stands for, right?” I lifted my head as I was interested in her answer.

“Of course, I do.” She looked down at the golden W, woven in the burgundy jumper. “It stands for Weasley and I am proud to wear your family name.” She beamed and I blushed. Why did that make me blush?!

Bill started laughing and I joined in to distract them from my red cheeks.

“Say, Nova,” I cleared my throat, “what is Bill's full name?” Bill started chuckling again.

“Bill?” Nova said after giving it some thought. Tonks now stopped eating as apparently she found the whole situation rather amusing.

“Don't you think it's weird that I have a jumper with a letter C on it and you got one with a letter N on it? Why would Bill get one that stands for our family name?” I was barely holding in the laugher. Nova's confused face was just too good.

“I...I suppose it's a little weird.” Nova rubbed her chin.

“Nova, I thought you knew that my full name is William.” Bill gave in too quickly!

“William?! How do you get Bill from that?” Both Tonks and Nova were confused. Bill and I burst out laughing.

“You really thought...” I snorted.“That Bill was his full name!” Tonks joined the laugh now even though I was pretty sure she had no idea as well.

“Well, my full name is Nova!” She frowned at us. “So, I reckon it wouldn't be that strange if it was!”

We all fell silent. She was right. Her name was Nova and it wasn't short for anything. It wasn't like Bill for William or Charlie for Charles or Tonks for Nymphadora which had nothing to do with her first name yet here we are. She was just Nova and she was perfect. And here we go again with heart racing and red cheeks. Seriously, what is wrong with me?

“Hmm, you're right. It's an easy mistake.” Bill bestowed her with a friendly grin. I grabbed my orange juice, trying to hide behind the glass.

“But, of course, you can say that the W stands for Weasley. I don't mind.” Bill continued. “Just give it a few years and Charlie will make you an official Weasley anyway!” I choked on my juice.

I didn't even have the time to glare at him as he stood up and practically ran away from the table. I looked at Tonks and Nova. Tonks had an amused look on her face. Nova looked confused on the other hand.

“Charlie, what did Bill mean by that? Do you have a cru...”

“Adopting!” I blurted, not really knowing what I was saying. I just wanted to stop Tonks from asking what I think she wanted to ask. My cheeks were burning more than ever and my heart was beating so fast that I was sure the girls could see it through my shirt.

“He meant adopting. I will adopt you!” I pointed my finger at Nova, her eyes widened in surprise and I stood up.

“He really is on his period.” I heard Tonks whisper to Nova as I ran after Bill. Soon, I will be the oldest in my family because I am going to kill him with my bare hands!

Before I could reach him, someone grabbed my hand. I turned around and saw Nova. I think at that moment my heart stopped beating as I was staring at us holding hands.

“Are you ready?” She beamed at me, now letting go of it. I had to force myself not to grab it again. What is happening to me?

“Ready for what?” I snapped out of it.

“To ask Bill to give us dueling lessons? Did you forget?” She looked concerned.

“Right!” I said quickly. I completely forgot about that.

“Are you okay? You seem a little out of it today?” She placed her hand on my back.

“Fine. Just a slight headache.” I smiled, hoping she couldn't feel me tense up when she touched me.

“I am sure it will pass.” She smiled. “Just make sure you're drinking a lot of water.”

“Yes, mum.” She laughed.

“Did you come up with an excuse for why we need dueling lessons?” She asked.

“Well, I was thinking we could say that we are planning to join the Dueling Club and we would like to practice.” That was the first thing that popped into my mind.

“That's brilliant, Char! He's never going to question that!” She put her arm around my shoulder and pressed me against her.

All her actions of affection were getting rather painful. I never gave them much thought as we did this all the time, but I couldn't handle my cheeks being red every time she was around, I felt nauseous and smiled and stared at her like an idiot. Can I blame the hormones for that, because I am a rat's toenail away from asking Bill about it!

“How is Barnaby doing with the brooms?” She interrupted the conflict in my mind.

“I think he got two and is looking for a way to get the third one. People are starting to question why he needs so many.” I chuckled.

“Perhaps we don't need three brooms.” Nova rubbed her chin, thinking.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, brooms can hold more than one person,” she started to explain, “you and I can share a one.”

“We can what?” My heart was racing again. It was getting annoying at this point.

“Share a broom. Unless you would rather share it with Barnaby.” She winked at me and chuckled.

We finally found Bill in the Library and much to my surprise my plan on telling him we wanted to join the Duelling Club actually worked. He told us to meet him by the Lake after lunch and he would think of a couple of spells he could teach us.

—

“So,” Bill clapped his hands when we were ready to begin our lesson, “you probably know the basics: Expelliarmus, Flipendo, Incendio?” He asked and we both nodded.

“How about Immobulus and Depulso?” Continued Bill.

“I think we are pretty good with those.” Nova looked at me for reassurance, I nodded.

“Well, is there a particular spell you would like to practice?” Bill scratched the top of his head as he wasn't sure how to best approach this.

“How about Petrificus Totalus and Protego?” I remembered that I wasn't very good with those two and I could use some practice as they could come in handy in the Forest.

“Oh, yeah.” I reminded Nova.

“Okay, we'll start with these two, and then perhaps I could teach you Bombardaand Confringo. I think those could be quite useful and impress the Duelling Club.” Bill looked rather pleased with himself now. Sometimes he was a git, teasing me but most of the time he was the best big brother.

I had to hand it to Bill as he was a great teacher. I only needed about ten minutes to perfect my Petrificus Totalus and the way he explained how we should approach Confringo made almost more sense than how Professor Rakepick was teaching us.

By the end of the lesson, both Nova and I were confident that we were ready to go into the Forest again and even though Barnaby couldn't join us for Bill's lesson, we were sure we would be able to protect him if anything ought to go wrong.

“Blimey, Bill. Thank you.” I said as we started walking up to the Castle.

“Yeah, this was great!” Nova grinned.

“We are ready for the Forest now!” I closed my eyes as I knew the second the words came out of my mouth that I was in trouble.

“The Forest?” Bill stopped walking. “What do you mean the Forest?”

“Uhm...” I looked at Nova, hoping she could come up with something but she was stunned, panic on her face.

“Charlie...” Bill said through his teeth. “Were you planning to sneak into the Forest?” He frowned.

“No?” Why did I say that as a question! He is really going to kill me now.

“Are you two kidding me!” He looked at Nova now too. She had a special kind of expression whenever she was in trouble. Her eyes got bigger and she nibbled on the inside of her lip. She was so cute.

“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” Bill crossed his arms on his chest.

“We...uhm...we weren't planning to go far. Just like, to see what there is to see.” I decided that telling him the truth would be better than telling another lie, he was mad enough as it is.

“Planning to see what there is.” Bill slammed his hand on his forehead. “Didn't your detention with Hagrid teach you anything?” I could barely keep my mouth shut. If he only knew that we enjoyed the detention Snape gave us so much that we snuck into the Forest ourselves and almost got eaten by baby Acromentulas.”

“Look, Bill. You're not going to stop us.” I did this once before at home with Quidditch. He had to write an essay over the Summer in his First Year and I was too young to watch the twins while playing Quidditch with them, so I made him so mad that he actually agreed to go with us. If I could somehow convince him to go into the Forest with us, we will be able to go.

“The hell I'm not! If I write to mum right now...”

“If you write to mum right now we would be out of the Forest by the time she sends me a Howler.” I interrupted him. Nova stared at us with her mouth open. I think she couldn't believe that I had the courage to stand up to Bill like that.

“Oh, yeah! Well...” I left Bill speechless. He knew he won't be able to stop us.

“Well, what?” I didn't give up.

“Well, then I'm coming with you!” He frowned. Nova gasped.

“Fine then!” I pretended that that wasn't exactly what I wanted.

We started walking towards the Castle again, Bill saying something under his breath, still mad at us.

“That was bloody brilliant.” Nova whispered to me.

“Thank you. However, I think we might need three brooms now.” I chuckled, feeling my cheeks turning red again.

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Next installation of the POTC AU, at long last! Sorry for the delay...RL has been a bit of a hindrance, and I also had to kind of restructure some things in the storyline to help with flow and such, and that resulted in me having to draw another drawing, and yeah, blah blah, Tory lost her sense of rhythm and pretty much daily update schedule in the process. XD; Mea culpa!

In this part, we’ll have focus on both sides of the “divide,” with both Carewyn and her new ally Davy Jones/Finn McGarry @theguythatdraws and Charlie Weasley (pictured above in an even more pirate-y coat and hat than we saw last) and his sloop’s passenger Chiara Dalma. Will our pirate friends be able to reach Shipwreck Cove before they’re cut off by our non-pirate ones?

Interestingly enough, there was a pirate called Moody in the 1700s, though this one was Christopher Moody, not Alastor. Not much is known about him aside from his brutality (refusing to take prisoners), his unique Jolly Roger flag (which was red and gold rather than black), and his death by hanging in 1722. Pirate!Mad-Eye is going to be much more like his book/movie/game counterpart, but I just thought it was a fun coincidence. (Particularly his red/gold color scheme for his flag, which of course are Gryffindor colors!!)

Jules Farrier-Weasley belongs to @cursebreakerfarrier, last part is here, and whole tag is here! Hope you enjoy!

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Carewyn knew there was no way she would be able to get Jones’s heart as long as her men were guarding the Chest -- yet, at the same time, she couldn’t just order them to abandon it without cause...and she’d need that time, if she wanted to unlock it without stealing the key from Rakepick. And so she’d need a proper diversion.

Davy Jones himself came up with a solution. If the Flying Dutchman was engaged in battle, then the soldiers might have to jump in to help defend it. All they’d have to make sure of was that the enemy they engaged in battle was one Cutler Beckett would approve of -- namely, one of the more wanted pirates in the Caribbean, and someone who could end up being one of the Pirate Lords.

“I do not know any of the pirates’ current list of so-called ‘Lords,’” said Jones, “but if I were to guess, I would say your brother’s a viable candidate.”

Carewyn shook her head. “Rakepick blew up the Tower Raven. Jacob managed to escape, but he only has one other person with him and he won’t have a ship.”

“Not his flagship, perhaps, but the rest of his fleet would have still survived,” pointed out Jones. “And the more ships there are, the most justification there would be for your Navy reinforcements. Once I have my heart returned, I can always call off the attack -- there’s no need for me to capture or kill them, aside from following Beckett’s direction.”

And so it was very reluctantly that Carewyn agreed to let Jones covertly seek out the remainder of the Tower Raven’s fleet while supposedly looking for Shipwreck Cove. Little did Carewyn know that the Tower Raven’s fleet was likewise headed for Shipwreck Cove, and that they were on a collision course with a tiny red sloop steered by Charlie Weasley.

When Charlie came upon the fleet of pirate ships, he initially wasn’t too worried. Yeah, naturally, they dwarfed his vessel easily, but he presumed that they were heading for Shipwreck Cove as well, and they didn’t have much reason to attack a small sloop like his. What Charlie hadn’t factored in was that the captain of one of those ships -- Alastor “Mad-Eye” Moody -- had gone through his fair share of trauma when he used to be in the Navy and was something of a paranoid sort...and so within minutes, the little sloop Charlie and Chia Dalma were on was soon pursued by Moody’s much larger galleon, called the Phoenix.

Fortunately Charlie was more than talented enough of a sailor to keep his head. Using the advantage of his boat’s size, he weaved expertly through the remainder of the Tower Raven’s ships to evade the Phoenix’s cannon fire.

“Oi!” Charlie bellowed up at one of the ships he was hiding behind. “Tell your mate to bugger off! I’m not with the bloody Navy!”

Chia made no move to help Charlie: instead she stood on the other side of the sloop, watching the seas with a wary eye. There was something troubling on the wind -- something in the air...

A pirate from the Phoenix came up to the railing to look down at Charlie and Chia on their sloop as Charlie sailed it around his galleon. He was a broad-shouldered man about Charlie’s age with dark red hair under a black bandana and small emerald green eyes, and he was dressed in a burgundy-colored coat.

“Hey -- you!” the pirate bellowed down at him. “Down there! Shout up your name!”

Charlie hesitated at first. He knew it was unlikely that most pirates would recognize his name as being that of a pirate -- if anything, the name “Weasley” was associated more with the Navy, even if he, Jules, and Bill had recently been branded criminals.

‘Even so,’ he thought, ‘I’m never going to be able to build a reputation as anything other than a Navy veteran if I don’t use my name. And well, these guys answer to Carey’s brother -- it should be safe...’

“I’m Charlie Weasley!” he shouted back. “Quartermaster of the Revolution under Captain Jules Farrier-We -- ack!”

Before Charlie could even finish, both he and Chia had gotten a net thrown over them and they were hauled aboard the Phoenix.

As Charlie had feared, the name “Weasley” made everyone on the Phoenix tense up with suspicion. Charlie’s “twin,” it turned out, had been swept up by Cutler Beckett, who was now flaunting the fact that the famous, brilliant young Commodore Carey Weasley was answering to him and helping him with his new anti-piracy campaign. Charlie knew full well the only reason Carewyn could be associating with Beckett was to try to sabotage him, but the Phoenix’s Captain Moody seemed doubtful of that explanation. His First Mate, Barnaby Lee -- the young man who had first demanded Charlie’s name -- seemed noticeably less suspicious, but wasn’t half as assertive or articulate as Moody, so the Captain’s conclusion won out among the crew.

Charlie and Chia were soon hauled down to the brig with the thought that once the fleet arrived in Shipwreck Cove, Moody’s superior, Black Jack Roberts -- were he still alive -- would be able to discern how best to deal with them. Charlie hadn’t been too surprised that Jacob hadn’t told everyone in his fleet that “Carey Weasley” was really his sister, but he couldn’t help but curse the fact that Jacob had merely ordered that his men not “damage anyone with the name ‘Weasley’ and immediately bring them to him to deal with.” Even if he had to keep up a “tough guy” image, it would’ve been nice if Jacob had factored in the possibility that he wouldn’t be leading his fleet.

Unfortunately Moody’s suspicion had a real cost. Because of his focus on Charlie and Chia Dalma, he wasn’t focusing on the turbulence of the seas and skies that Chia picked up on -- and so had no warning whatsoever when the Flying Dutchman attacked. Soon the entire fleet of ships that once sailed under the Tower Raven was hotly engaged in battle with the infamous ship of the damned, pirates facing off against both cursed sailors and Navy officers.

While Davy Jones, his crew, and the Navy’s officers were fighting on the upper deck, Carewyn had stowed away below deck to where the Dead Man’s Chest had been left. After sending the remainder of the patrol above deck to help with the sea battle, Carewyn immediately got to work picking the lock on the Chest. Although it was a bit trickier to do it on her own than it had been with Percy, that hindrance was counteracted somewhat by her having unlocked the Chest once before. Within fifteen minutes, Carewyn had unlocked the two-sided lock and opened the Chest.

But when she opened it, she found it completely empty.

“It seems we truly are as alike as I thought.”

Carewyn whirled around.

Rakepick was leaning her shoulder against the door frame. She’d discarded her tricorn hat just as Carewyn had since they were no longer on deck, and her dark blue eyes were locked on the Commodore’s face as though it were a target.

Carewyn immediately pulled out her pistol, pointing it right at Rakepick.

“Where is the heart?” she said very coldly.

“I confiscated it,” said Rakepick simply, “back when I checked to make sure Jones’s key works.”

“On Beckett’s orders?” asked Carewyn.

Had she truly not fooled Beckett, after all? Had Rakepick been sent to watch her as well as Jones? Her face blanched at this thought.

“For my own benefit,” said Rakepick. “Just as I daresay your attempt to steal the heart also was.”

Carewyn’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not stealing anything.”

”I don’t know what else you’d call picking the lock on a Chest that’s in the custody of the British Navy,” said Rakepick with a rather cool smile.

Carewyn clicked her pistol and pointed it right at Rakepick’s head.

“Hand over the heart,” she murmured, “now.”

Rather than looking the least bit intimidated, however, Rakepick almost looked more pleased. She eased herself off the door frame and took a few steps closer to Carewyn.

“You intend to kill me, Commodore?” she said.

“I would prefer not to,” Carewyn answered icily. “But I suggest you don’t push me -- I can still shoot you in plenty of places that would be extremely painful or deadly, if left untreated. And no one would come to help you with your wounds -- there’s more than enough noise above deck to muffle any gun shots that might come from down here.”

Rakepick’s lips spread into an even fuller, satisfied smile as she came to a halt just a foot from Carewyn. “I see. If I’m dead, you won’t learn where the heart is. Very astute, Miss Weasley.”

Carewyn stiffened sharply.

“I knew it as soon as I saw you,” said Rakepick softly. “I daresay because your family is poor, you didn’t have enough prospects to just marry into money. Probably were too independent and self-sufficient to settle for that, as well....so you joined your brothers in the Navy by dressing as another son. I suppose ‘Carey’ is just a play on your real name -- is it Cara? Or Carina?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Carewyn whispered.

She tried to obscure her fear with anger, but it was proving difficult -- her face was as white as a sheet.

Rakepick couldn’t fight back a scoff. “Now, really, Commodore -- do you truly think you’re the only woman who realized how few opportunities there are, for us to get ahead in this world run by men? I dressed as a man and joined the Navy myself during the War, fighting the French off the coast of Africa as a privateer for his Majesty’s Navy.”

She started striding in a leisurely circle around Carewyn, even as the Commodore kept a beady eye on her.

“‘Patrick Rakepick,’ I was called then. I probably would’ve continued that way too, had privateering not been outlawed with the end of the War. Suddenly all of the skills I had learned -- just as with all privateers -- became illegal and therefore useless. I was at the bottom once again, even worse off than before, thanks to the time lost and the injuries suffered. So I did what many other privateers did -- I became a pirate, so I could continue using those skills the Crown had taught me to support myself -- ”

“By pillaging merchant ships and attacking innocent people,” Carewyn spat. She wished she’d been able to keep her temper, but the mental image of this woman shooting Jacob in the back and pushing him overboard had rippled through her mind and it was a knife to her heart she couldn’t bear.

“We all have to do things we’re not proud of in order to survive, Miss Weasley,” said Rakepick very quietly. “That’s the reason you’ve stayed in line with Beckett yourself, is it not?”

Carewyn’s eyes narrowed. Rakepick took her silence as an excuse to press further.

“I saw the way you treated the prisoners from Tortuga. You did not treat them as Jones would, or even as any other officer would. You insisted they be fed and watered consistently, despite their large numbers and their shortened lifespans. You gave one a Bible, on request. You even moved a woman into a different cell so she could be with her husband for the rest of the voyage back to Port Royal, without even being asked.”

Rakepick’s dark blue eyes surveyed Carewyn with something interested, almost admiring, as she came to a halt just behind the shorter young woman.

“You have the heart of a guardian, Miss Weasley. Something not frequently seen in any line of work I’ve ever been part of -- privateering, piracy, or pirate hunting...and something never found among men like Cutler Beckett. It makes you want to protect others as well as yourself. It makes you a natural leader -- one that anyone would be foolish to deny their proper place.”

“I don’t need your flattery, Rakepick,” Carewyn said coldly, turning on her heel to face the older woman once again.

“This is not flattery,” Rakepick answered just as coldly. “It’s advice from someone who has been in your shoes. It’s not easy for anyone without money and status to get ahead in this world, but it’s even harder for a woman. Even when she’s able to acquire those things, there’ll always be a man attempting to clip her wings, so as to make him feel more powerful -- more in control. Even the tale of the goddess Calypso herself proves this. She ruled the seas, until the Pirate King and his Brethren Court ‘bound her’ into human form and stole control for themselves. They were powerless in the face of the Crowns of Europe...and so they exerted power over someone they could hurt.”

“Yet Cutler Beckett hired you, regardless of your sex,” said Carewyn, raising her eyebrows.

Rakepick crossed her arms over his chest. “Cutler Beckett will clip anyone’s wings, female or otherwise, if it benefits himself. Hence why I need this leverage over him.”

“Seems like the leverage is much more over Jones, considering you hold his life in your hands,” Carewyn cut her off harshly. “Now enough stalling -- give me Jones’s heart.”

Rakepick gave a half-frustrated, half-exhausted sigh. “Miss Weasley, do you truly think I wouldn’t have handed the heart over to you already, if I could? I’ve already made it more than clear I trust Beckett as little as you do. I’m not in this fight for him. I have no more love for either the Navy or the pirates than you do. I assure you -- we’re on the same side in this.”

‘Doubtful,’ Carewyn thought spitefully.

Nonetheless she could tell that she’d been outmaneuvered. Rakepick wasn’t going to hand over Jones’s heart, whether because it wasn’t on the ship or Rakepick was just too brave to give in to any threats she might make. She’d lost the element of surprise completely...and if force wasn’t going to work, then a new strategy was clearly needed. She needed to find out the heart’s new location. So, very reluctantly, she tucked her pistol back into its holster.

“If you’re so out for yourself,” said Carewyn coldly, “and you believe me to be just as out for myself...then we can’t be on the same side, Rakepick.”

Rakepick’s eyebrows rose over her narrowing dark blue eyes.

“I never said you were out for yourself, Miss Weasley -- merely that we are alike.”

She swept past Carewyn and headed for the door. When she reached the door frame, however, she paused. Turning her head back toward Carewyn, she spoke a bit more seriously.

“The battle between the Navy and the Pirate Brethren Court is going to be a fierce one. It would truly be in your best interest to get and stay off the Dutchman, before that fight begins.”

Carewyn shot a suspicious look over her shoulder without turning around.

“What battle?” she asked lowly.

“The place where all pirates will have to make their final stand.”

“You’re so assured of that? We haven’t even found Shipwreck Cove,” Carewyn pointed out. “Come to think of it...shouldn’t you know where Shipwreck Cove is, since you were a pirate yourself?”

Rakepick’s eyes flashed.

“I’m afraid not,” she said, her voice noticeably icier than it had been previously.

The question seemed to have gotten under Rakepick’s skin, and Carewyn suspected she knew exactly why. Only pirate captains were generally told the the location of Shipwreck Cove -- since she hadn’t assumed captainship through “Code-sanctioned” means, Rakepick couldn’t have been told by anyone else on the crew of Howell Davis’s ship where Shipwreck Cove was.

‘Serves you right, for what you did to Jacob,’ Carewyn thought, and she couldn’t completely fight back a small smirk.

“Regardless,” said Rakepick, “it won’t take long to find it. You saw the map Beckett designed, in your office -- it’s been finished, since you last saw it. The world’s edges have been drawn and charted, and so too have all of the places pirates could’ve once hidden. Now that they’ve been fenced in and the British Crown has allocated its Navy to the East India Trading Company’s war on piracy...it’s only a matter of time before all pirates face extinction. Those in power will not surrender it peacefully...least of all to those they’ve decided to treat as inferiors...so they’ll use every bit of that power they’ve accrued to try to quash any resistance. Those remaining pirates will have to either adapt to this terrifying new world their rebellion has molded...or perish.”

Rakepick turned away.

“And you, Miss Weasley...should not remain on the Dutchman. You don’t belong on a ship like this.”

Even as Rakepick left, Carewyn remained where she was, standing straight-backed in the center of the room with her fists clenched. Then, after a long moment, she brought a hand up to the lid of the empty Dead Man’s Chest and shut it with a harsh SNAP.

The sea battle up above raged. Captain Moody, it seemed, was truly a force to be reckoned with, despite his age and wooden limbs. When Navy officers and Dutchman pirates found their way onto the Phoenix, he fought four of them off single-handed, even going so far as to yank a blunderbuss out of his pants and shoot one of them right in the head before smacking two of the others with it as if it were a club. It was just fortunate that Charlie -- newly escaped from the brig thanks to a charm of Chia Dalma’s -- was able to block the sword belonging to the last of them with his own dragon-hilted blade.

Despite this, the Phoenix and the rest of the Tower Raven’s old fleet was severely outmatched, since Jones’s crew couldn’t die. Many ships had already started to flee, only for the Flying Dutchman to cut them down with cannon fire. Even though the Dutchman was no larger than the pirate galleons, it seemed to have the supernatural ability to heal any damage dealt to it within the span of a few minutes -- an ability not shared by Captain Moody, when he swung over to the Dutchman and pursued Jones with singular, irrational focus, only to finally be overpowered and killed by Jones himself.

“NO!” bellowed Barnaby.

Charlie straightened up sharply, his eyes widening in horror, at the sight of Moody falling to his knees, Jones’s blade stuck right through his chest.

Jones regarded the old man with a grim expression.

“Alastor Moody,” he murmured, “do you fear death?”

Moody glared up at Jones with his one good eye, but was clearly too badly injured to speak. So instead he spat at his feet.

Jones looked almost jaded by the reaction -- the way any embodiment of Death would likely be, whenever anyone got mad at them for doing their job.

“Clearly not.”

With this, he rather callously tossed Moody back over onto the deck of the Phoenix and whirled back to his crew.

“Ready the cannons!”

Barnaby immediately rushed to his captain’s side to help him up.

“Captain -- Captain, are you -- ?”

Alas, Moody was still too injured to speak clearly. When he opened his mouth, all he could do was cough up blood. Charlie rushed over too.

“He’s hurt bad,” he muttered. He turned to Chia. “Is there anything you -- ?”

Chia shook her head, her gray eyes very solemn. “I’m sorry, Charles Weasley. There’s no more time I can give him.”

Charlie was startled by the sensation of someone grabbing the collar of his shirt. Moody pulled him down closer to him, trying to whisper into his ear.

"You -- ” he choked through the blood in his mouth, “ -- have the Pacific Ocean’s Piece of Eight -- ?”

Charlie blinked in surprise. He glanced down at the anchor-trimmed “S” button Chia gave him, which he’d pinned to his vest for safe keeping until he could properly sew it somewhere more secure.

“...Yeah,” said Charlie. “Chia Dalma gave it to me.”

Moody squinted up at Charlie.

“...Shipwreck Cove -- is due west, of here. Fifty miles -- through the D-Devil’s -- Throat. Take -- the crew there.”

Charlie was completely blind-sided. “What?”

“Lead them. Take them to -- Shipwreck Cove. To the rest of the Court. To -- Black Jack.”

Charlie’s brown eyes rippled with sadness, seeing how much difficulty Moody was having talking. He was out of time, as Chia had said -- and yet, here he was, putting his crew first.

‘For all of his faults,’ thought Charlie, ‘Mad-Eye Moody is a good captain.’

The second-eldest Weasley took Moody’s wizened hand in both of his and gave it a squeeze.

“I will,” he said firmly. “I promise.”

Blood streamed from Moody’s lips as they curled up in a pained smile. “That’s a good lad...”

He coughed, trying hard to take another breath. This time, however, the blood blocked his throat enough that no oxygen could reach him. And so Moody, in the last shreds of his life, bravely raised his eyes to the sky with a smile.

Barnaby had brought his two large fists up to obscure his face as he started to cry. Charlie hung his head respectfully over the fallen captain of the Phoenix. After a moment, he brought up a hand to close Moody’s eyes and then rose to his feet, his eyes blazing with determination.

“ALL HANDS, PREPARE THE CANNONS!” he bellowed. “We need all the explosives and smoke bombs we have -- we’re getting the Hell out of here!”

Charlie’s strategy was to assault the Flying Dutchman with two waves of attack. The first would be to damage the ship enough that it would need a few minutes to repair itself -- the second would be a smokescreen, so as to hopefully put enough distance between the Phoenix and the Flying Dutchman that the second couldn’t actively take down the first with its cannon fire. When Charlie ran to the edge of the Phoenix beside Chia Dalma to make the order to fire, he was startled momentarily by who he saw coming up onto the deck of the Dutchman.

It was Carewyn.

Jones confronted her immediately, his eyes narrowed sharply as he barked something to her -- Carewyn looked rather frustrated herself, but Charlie couldn’t make out what they were saying. Within seconds, however, both Jones and Carewyn turned their focus to the battle -- and they both caught sight of the two people at the railing.

Jones’s eyes flickered with shock, disbelief, and something oddly more vulnerable. He’d never seen the human woman on that ship’s railing in his life...but he knew those gray eyes...

“Ca...lypso...?”

Chia Dalma’s hands clutched the railing as her eyes filled with tears and a weak smile prickled at her features.

“Finn,” she breathed.

Carewyn, meanwhile, had met Charlie’s gaze straight on. Her eyes were very wide at the sight of him, just as much as Charlie’s was at the sight of her.

“Carey!” cried Charlie.

His heart felt like it was fit to burst, seeing his surrogate twin again. Part of him just wanted to throw himself over his ship’s railing over to her and pull her into the biggest hug, and yet --

She was on the Dutchman -- the Flying Dutchman, the ship of the damned --

Carewyn’s eyes flooded with fear as she shot her head around, taking in her soldiers fighting off pirates from the rest of the Tower Raven’s fleet on the deck of her ship and the Phoenix’s cannons being turned into the proper position.

Her gaze then shot back to Charlie’s face with urgency.

“BECKETT IS COMING!” she mouthed to him desperately. “BECKETT IS COMING! GO!”

She then yanked her pistol out of her belt and purposefully shot right over Charlie’s head, to make her point. Clenching his jaw, Charlie nonetheless nodded firmly, blinking back some traces of tears as he whirled on his crew.

“FIRST WAVE, FIRE ALL!” he roared.

With the Dutchman effectively hampered by both waves of attack, the Phoenix was able to successfully put a respectable distance between it and the Flying Dutchman. Carewyn tried to keep their focus on the rest of the fleet and on capturing prisoners from those vessels, but Rakepick contradicted her, ordering the Dutchman to shadow the Phoenix in case it was heading to Shipwreck Cove. What Carewyn did not expect was Jones agreeing with Rakepick.

“I want everyone on board the Phoenix locked in my brig,” said the captain of the damned icily, his gaze flaring with raw emotion as he glared at Carewyn. “I will not let them escape me.”

Carewyn knew she’d been outmaneuvered again. There was nothing more she could do, to protect everyone now. It was all up to Charlie now, to warn Bill, Jules, and Jacob...to warn Orion...

The memory of the pirate captain’s calm, dark eyes made Carewyn’s heart clench with longing and pain. He’d always made her feel so much stronger, whenever she felt most useless and hopeless...but right now, more than anything, she longed to have him at her side -- to feel his shoulder resting against hers and see his soft smile once more...

Rakepick was right -- the final battle was coming, sooner than anyone could’ve ever predicted. It was all up to Charlie to warn the Brethren Court now.

#potc au #au #pirates of the caribbean #my art #my writing #charlie weasley #carewyn cromwell #chiara lobosca #Mad-Eye Moody #barnaby lee #finn mcgarry #jules farrier #bill weasley #patricia rakepick #damn it rakepick!#sadly we couldn't afford to set finn free just yet though #gotta get closer to shipwreck cove and reunite him with chia :3 #but yay captain charlie weasley of the phoenix!#he may or may not change the name to something more dragon-like later XD #but yeah technically you gotta be a captain to be a pirate lord #one reason moody gave charlie captainship #and also because as great as barnaby is I think he makes a better First Mate than a Captain #just like bill does XDD #I love putting rakepick and carey in a room together #wonder if you guys can guess who the brethren court members are...#hint: two of them are mc's who have done content for the au #(another mc is the keeper of the code >:3)#four are hphm canon characters #(one of those is charlie of course)#and the last is one of my kiddos >:3

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isa-ah · 4 years ago

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barnaby in a room of professional sorts all wearing black and grey suits, dressed to the nines in burgundy, royal blue, in heeled shoes with silver and gold trims and patterns woven in as accent pieces, with gold rimmed glasses and cufflinks, balking an incredulous "what? you think im eccentric?" with genuine sincerity @ saoirse when he makes an offhand comment.

#barnaby

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mastrmiscellaneous · 5 years ago

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Celestial Ball

yes, I am alive, I’ve just been busy with school and wanting to drop out, but all is ok and I should be able to write more soon! I just had sudden inspiration and wanted to write.

So, here is some sweet little gay stuff! Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Charli hates balls. They’re no fun for people like her, when you live in a medieval style world…

Word Count: 1649

“Charli, come on! we’re gonna be late!” Rowan shouted at her friend through the thick, wooden door, separating the group from the changing room Charli was in. She tapped her heeled foot, crossing her arms and playing with a curled part of her hair. The rest of he group were sitting around, waiting for Charli and interrogating Andre, who refused to tell the group what he had made for the Gryffindor girl to wear.

Rowan was losing patience quickly, excited for the ball and stressed out because they were late. She banged on the door, shouting again, “Charli, I’m serious, get out here!”

Inside the changing room, Charli stared into the mirror at her ball outfit. She adjusted the shoulders, and kicked out her legs, testing out how the material flowed. Her jaw-length hair was wavy and fluffed up, giving it a neat mess look. Her greenish-brown eyes sparkled with fear and nerves, her slender, slightly calloused hands played with a loose piece of material. She clenched her eyes shut and inhaled sharply, holding her breathe for five seconds, and exhaled slowly. She spun around on her black heels and forced a nervous smile, striding out of the room, and opening the door, attempting to push down the tsunami of anxiety of what her friends would think…

Charli opened the door, holding her breath, and looked at her friends. She stood proud, chest puffed out, straight back, and arms clasped behind her. Her suit was black and burgundy; a black silk shirt, burgundy suit jacket, perfectly fitting her slender figure, and burgundy trousers, straight down right to the ankles, with plain black socks and black dress shoes. She had her usual leather on her left, black watch, black metal ring on her right middle finger, and her arrow head necklace tucked into her shirt. “What do you think?”

The group stared at Charli; a mix of different expressions plastered on their faces. Rowen’s jaw had dropped, and she was looking Charli up and down. Penny had clasped her hands in front of her chin, with an insanely wide smile. Andre looked impressed with his work, arms crossed around his chest, as he nodded with a small side smile. Charlie, Ben, and Barnaby looked a mix of excited and shocked. Tulip and Tonks both had smiles on their faces, but not their usual cheeky smile. A genuinely happy smile.

“Charli,” Rowan managed. “You look… amazing! That really suits you! Pun intended.”

Charli let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding, and laughed. She smiled a Rowan and thanked her, complimenting her back on her dress.

After a few minutes of compliments and discussion, they decided to leave to the ball. Everyone started to leave the room, Charli and Penny last out.

“Hey, Pen, can I talk to you for a sec?” Charli asked, nervously.

Penny looked surprised and concerned, but nodded. “What up? You look pale.”

“Do…” Charli hesitated, filled with anxiety. “Do you think the professors will be ok with this?” She gestured to her suit. “And the other students? Am I ok going like this?”

Penny huffed with an amused expression. “Really? You care about that? Who are you and what have you done with Charli Rowe?”

“Penny, I’m serious.”

“Sorry. Charli, I’m sure you’ll be ok. As long as you’re comfortable, other people can’t hurt you. And we’ll help out if anything happens. I promise.”

Charli smile, relaxing her shoulders a little. “Thanks, Pen. Let’s go.”

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Despite what Penny had said, Charli still felt incredibly uncomfortable, hiding in the corner of the Grand Hall, as her friends danced together in the middle of the room. when she had entered, people stared. She started to feel nervous, like everyone’s eyes were on her.

‘Can I just leave?’

‘I should just have fun, who cares what they think?’

‘It could be dangerous! What if they find out?’

‘What if they’re ok with it?’

‘What if they’re not?’

‘Holy Merlin, why can’t I just be normal?!’

Charli gripped the rim of her jacket and clenched her eyes shut, biting her lower lip and attempting to steady her erratic breaths.

She stayed this way for a long time, she didn’t know how long exactly. However, finally, she managed to calm herself down enough to be able to open her eyes and look around. She saw her friends, still having fun. She saw Talbott and Chiara chatting in the opposite side of the room. she saw hundreds of fellow students dancing, chatting, and having all sorts of fun. But the image that she stayed with longer than others, were two girls, one with straight, black hair in a black dress, and one with combed brown hair with a ginger tuft, wearing a green and black dress with long, black gloves.

Merula looked so beautiful tonight. Not like she didn’t every night, but it was special tonight. Charli loved the sight of Merula in a fancy dress. Although, it would look a lot better with her usual messy hair. Her violet eyes sparkled in the special Ball light. Her makeup was a lot neater. She looked beautiful.

However, Charli’s stares backfired on her, because Merula looked around the room, and locked eyes with the Gryffindor.

“God damn it.” She sighed, as Merula started to stride towards her.

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“Hey, Rowe. You look like a loser over here.” Merula teased, smirking and crossing her arms.

“I would insult you, but you look too good.” Charli muttered, staring at Merula. To no one’s surprise, Merula blushed, and stammered. As she did this, Charli realised what she had said and panicked. ‘Oh God! Merula knows!’

“I-you-I… you look good too…” Merula looked to the side, blushing furiously.

“So…” Charli tried to change the subject away from the awkward compliments. “How’s your night been?”

“Why do you care, Rowe? Wondering if I’ve been asked to dance before you?” She tried to insult Charli.

“I’m just wondering, Merula. Seriously, how’s it been?”

Merula tapped her foot, looking down with a slight frown. “You know… it’s hard to have fun at stuff like this…”

“I get that…” Charli hummed in agreement. “Why’d you hate them so much?”

“None of your- girls…” Merula muttered, looking around at the others on the room. This simple sentence made Charli laugh, curling over and clutching her stomach.

“Same, Merula, same.”

The two girls laughed lightly, Merula hugging herself and looking off to the side, awkwardly, and Charli gazing at Merula with a small side smile. There were a few minutes silence, filled with awkward stares and smiles. That was, until Charli decided to break the silence.

“Hey, umm… you look pretty tonight…” she mumbled.

Merula blushed furiously and squeaked. After a minute of stuttering, she finally said, “Th-Thank you… you look good too…”

Charli smiled, looking around the room quickly, and ending up staring at Merula, taking in every feature of hers. Her shining violet eyes reflected the dim fire from the floating candles. Her neat, multi-coloured hair really through her off. It looked a lot better messy. Her make up was done with a lot more care than usual. Her dress looked amazing on her, and the little necklace fit perfectly in her chest.

“Hey, you wanna go somewhere private? Have a bit of fun?” Charli asked, with an awkward smile.

Merula appeared to jump slightly at that comment, but quickly recovered, smirking her usual cocky smile. “little forward there, Rowe. What kind of fun you thinking of?”

“Oh, Oh! No! nothing like that!” Charli spluttered and panicked, realising how she must have heard that. “Just, like, normal ball stuff we can’t do publicly?”

Merula chuckled and smiled, nodding. “I know what you mean, I’m just teasing. Come one, let’s go.”

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The two girls sneaked out of the great hall, and down the hall. They could still hear the blaring music and chatting students, but it was very muffled. Charli was focusing on the clip clop sound of Merula’s shoes, which sounded very differently to her own clunky steps. Finally, they reached a solitary corner of the corridor, the music quiet and distant, echoing through the stone walled halls, portraits staring at the pair as they dashed around and hid.

“This far enough for you?” Merula spoke in a snide, playful manor.

Charli huffed joyfully, “Yeah, this is good. This is nice, you not mocking me every second.”

“I have my moments.” Merula shrugged, smiling. “You’re not so bad, when you’re not getting in my way to the vaults.”

“Says the girl who is always three steps behind me!”

“That is only because you have all your friends!”

“Ok, ok, haha! You win, for now.”

Another moment of silence fell upon the odd duo, but it was comfortable this time. Charli leant on the wall, foot up and arms crossed. They listened to the quiet music, as it fell quieter, and another song started to play; a slow song. Merula smiled, humming along to the tune.

“My mum and dad used to dance to this song… he taught me how to dance to this, while mum played it on the piano. That was a good time.”

Merula sighed as she reminisced, and Charli smiled at her. She pushed off the wall and took a few steps towards Merula, holding out her hand.

“Why don’t you teach me? My parents never taught me how.”

Merula smiled, wide, and took her hand, placing Charli’s other hand and placing it on her waist, wrapping her arms around the taller girl’s neck. They muttered to each other, the green clad girl guiding Charli, and the red clad girl focussing on her feet placement. They smiled and laughed as Charli tripped and stepped on Merula’s feet.

They both had to admit, it was the best night they had ever experienced, and they didn’t expect what was going to happen in the future. It was pretty magical.

#charli's suit is based off of one i have #it's nice and im gay #charli rowe #merula snyde #merula x mc #celestial ball #hogwarts mystery #lesbian witches having fun

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mypreciousbrits · 8 years ago

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This jacket from Holland Esquire is a favourite of Nick’s. It’s worn with a Hardy Amies jumper and Villain jeans

Nick would grab this PJS Special Edition jacket from a burning house

Nick models a Hugo Boss jacket with a silk Hugo Boss pocket square teamed with a fine wool jumper from Uniqlo, Zara jeans and Tods loafers

These Taylor Morris and Ray-Ban sunnies are favourites

Nick’s fine wool jumpers: the pale grey is by 40 Savile Row, his dark grey by Uniqlo and the zip-up style by Mark Law

Nick, 31, plays DS Jamie Winter alongside DCI Barnaby in Midsomer Murders. A graduate of RADA, he has numerous theatre credits and on TV has appeared in Marcella, Foyle’s War, The White Queen, Call The Midlife and Inspector George Gently. He lives in south London and is dating actress Jessica Ellerby.

How would you describe your style?

Simple, urban, chic.

Which colours suit you best?

I like blue and probably wear far too much, but I also feel comfortable in grey, black and white with plum and burgundy as a contrast.

What are your favourite labels and shops?

I like department stores like Selfridges because there are so many labels in one place and it saves schlepping around the shops. But I’m also fond of a couple of second-hand designer shops in Notting Hill Gate – you can pick up some great individual pieces.

Who is your favourite designer? Nigel Hall. His clothes are simple and understated but well-tailored so the fit is just right. I’d also namecheck Ted Baker and Reiss.

What do you think of Jamie’s style?

He’s got great style. The producers made a conscious decision for him to look cool and sharp, so I’m very lucky.

About three weeks before we started shooting I went shopping on the King’s Road with the costume designer and had a ball. Jamie’s on a policeman’s salary so there are no Hugo Boss suits, but we picked up quite a lot from Ted Baker, Reiss and Hackett.

What is the least practical outfit?

Jamie’s Ted Baker suit. It’s very tailored and sharp and looks great when I’m standing up, but it’s so tight I struggle to bend down and tie my shoelaces. There’s no way I could run after a villain in it.

What about Jamie’s off-duty wardrobe?

You don’t see much of Jamie in his casuals but when you do, look out for the Massimo Dutti leather jacket – it’s fabulous – with Zara jeans. Jamie’s a bit vain, a bit metrosexual and I quite enjoy that.

What are the pieces you like most in his wardrobe?

All of it, especially the brown Ted Baker boots that I often borrow, the leather jacket, any of the smart shirts plus the Charles Tyrwhitt overcoat and Reiss button-up wool jumper.

So what do you wear to work?

I have to get up at about 5.30am, so it’s tracksuits, trainers, hoodies, always something comfy because I’m going to get changed into Jamie’s clothes as soon as I get to work.

What is your go-to outfit when you’re not working?

A sort of actor’s uniform of jeans, Converse, T-shirt and sweatshirt or hoodie plus a jacket, Barbour or gilet. If I’m going somewhere a bit more formal, I’ll put on a blazer with jeans.

Do you have a favourite fashion era?

The present, because of the open mindedness of people – you can wear pretty much anything – from vintage to contemporary, formal to informal and nobody bats an eyelid. That’s liberating.

This Burberry trenchcoat belonged to Nick’s father

Nick’s bracelet was “borrowed” from a friend, the Argentinian belt is a gift from Nick’s brother and his check belt is vintage

Nick likes a casual look in a black Fay leather jacket, grey Moschino sweatshirt, Zara jeans and Converse

A selection of the actor’s favourite footwear – Nike Air trainers, classic Tods loafers and Converse All Star

What is the most outrageous outfit you’ve ever worn?

The most outrageous was for a play, The Light Princess, at the National. I had a massive tattoo of a falcon across my chest – it wasn’t clothes, but a transfer, and I absolutely loved it.

Do you have a style icon?

David Beckham is definitely up there. I used to live near him and whether he was wearing jeans, trainers and a puffa jacket or a really smart suit, he always looked great. Also Tinie Tempah – he’s just so cool; urban, but dapper.

Are you a hoarder or do you clear out your wardrobe each season?

A bit of a hoarder. I’m better at culling than I was, but I do hold on to quite a lot because, as an actor, you never know when you might need something for an audition.

Are you a fan of vintage?

Sort of. I have a few vintage pieces but I’m not obsessed with vintage shops – I prefer new clothes with a retro feel.

How many pairs of shoes do you own?

At least 10 pairs of trainers, 15 pairs of shoes, which is probably too many for a boy.

What is the oldest item in your wardrobe?

A Burberry trenchcoat that used to be my father’s – it must be 35 years old. Also, my grandfather’s double-breasted tuxedo made by the Savoy Tailors – it fits me like a glove.

It must be 70 years old but looks brand-new – it’s full-on James Bond.

Do you have a fashion pet hate? Socks with flip-flops.

What is your current favourite outfit?

My blue overcoat by Holland Esquire. I can wear it casually with jeans or smarter with a shirt and tie.

Is there an old favourite you turn to in a wardrobe crisis?

A dark grey Uniqlo merino wool utility jumper. I wear it under a blazer with a pair of jeans and it looks smart in a low-key way.

What is the most expensive item in your wardrobe?

And best bargain? The most expensive is probably the Duchamp suit, which my parents bought for my 30th birthday, and my Tods loafers from my sister, so it’s the gifts from my family. The best bargain is a dark-grey cashmere Hugo Boss overcoat, which was £65 in a second-hand shop in Notting Hill Gate.

What would you like to wear to your wedding?

Perhaps a suit by Joshua Kane or the Cad & The Dandy, something with a bit of an edge in terms of the fabric or the tailoring. Then there’s always Tom Ford.

What is the one item of clothing you couldn’t live without?

My Nike Air Zoom Structure trainers. If I couldn’t go for a run or to the gym, life wouldn’t be worth living.

What item of clothing would you save from a burning house?

My grandfather’s tuxedo – it’s a family heirloom – but I’d also grab my PJS Special Edition padded jacket, which I take skiing, on the way out, as it’s going to be cold outside.

#Nick Hendrix

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pinkislouder · 8 years ago

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I was tagged by @genderqueerlarrie, thank youuuuu.

1: Are you named after someone? okay so when i was born, Leonie was such a rare name. My mum had heard it from a friend’s friend’s daughter, or something and she looked it up and she loved that it meant lioness, and she decided her first daughter would be named Leonie. (I think if I’d been born a boy, she would’ve named me Robert or something, rip). My middle name is my grandma’s name and it’s Latin for ‘born again’, and that. means a hell of a lot.

2: When was the last time you cried? like, properly cried and not just tearing up? I think last December.

3: Do you like your handwriting? I do sometimes, yes!

4: What is your favourite lunch meat? I don’t really eat meat, tbh. Chicken?

6: If you were another person, would you be friends with you? I mean, at least I’d have someone who I could drink with.

7: Do you use sarcasm? Never.

8: Do you still have your tonsils? Yep.

9: Would you bungee jump? fucking hell no. Heights are like, my biggest fear.

10: What is your favourite kind of cereal? uhhh, any kind of granola with some kind of fruit. does that count??

11: Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? haha nope.

12: Do you think you’re a strong person? I know I am, but it’s hard to remember sometimes. 13: What is your favourite ice cream? I think yoghurt. 14: What is the first thing you notice about people? christ, okay so it depends on where I meet them. When I meet someone online/on tumblr, obviously the first thing I notice is the way their posts are written, the way they talk in their tags, how funny they are, etc. In real life, I think I notice whether someone is self-confident or not. It takes like .2 seconds. 15: What is the least favourite physical thing you like about yourself? my thighs. 16: What colour trousers and shoes are you wearing now? blue jeans and no shoes. 17: If you were a crayon, what colour would you be? harry voice: RAINBOW

18: Favourite smell? my grandma’s old jumper, horses, newborn babies (i know this sounds weird but when you have the privilege to hold a newborn baby in your arms, and the baby is asleep and it just smells of peacefulness and fresh skin, it’s just.)

19: Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? my best friend

20: Favourite sport to watch? footie!! 21: Hair colour? dark blonde with burgundy/purple tips. I want sort of rose/gold blonde next.

22: Eye colour blue 23: Do you wear contacts? no

24: Favourite food to eat? avocado?? I say this all the time but literally. give me avocado and a bit of salt and pepper and I will eat it, just like that.

25: Scary movies or comedy? I am too much of a chicken for scary movies, so comedy it is! 26: Last movie you watched? Um, I just watched an Inspector Barnaby episode with my parents 27: What colour of shirt are you wearing? pink

28: Summer or winter? neither, i hate the extreme seasons. give me spring or autumn.

29: Hugs or kisses? both, i guess alskdjlaskdj

30: What book are you currently reading? a book on the four inklings (CS Lewis, Tolkien, Owen Barfield, and Charles Williams)

31: Who do you miss right now? my little sister and my grandma, also Louis Tomlinson, where are you son

32: What is on your mouse pad? does anyone even still have a mouse pad?

33: What is the last tv program you watched? Inspector Barnaby

35: Rolling stones or the beatles? Okay so why the fuck do I have to decide. Look, I love both. Sue me. I listen to the Beatles more but the Stones can put me into a good mood immediately.

36: What is the furthest you have ever travelled? To Seattle. From Frankfurt. It was like a 12 hour flight, rip.

37: Do you have a special talent? I think I am good at explaining, which is why teaching makes sense. But I also have a knack for languages, I am really good at interacting with children, and I’m a decent cello player.

38: Where were you born? Germany Okay so I tag @ivegotfirefouraheart @louistomlinsons @plaidcardigan @coffeehazza @prettiestperrie @reinventlou @teamnouis and @loveloveolivia

#<3

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pkmncoordinators · 8 years ago

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(crack knuckles) Hello Dolly AU: May is Dolly Levi, Drew is Horace Vandergelder, Gary is Cornelius Hackl, Clemont is Barnaby Tucker, Leaf is Irene Molloy, Serena is Minnie Fay!

*Puts on sweatband*Wicked, starring Burgundy as Glinda , Iris as Elphaba, and Cilan as Fiyero.

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dickensmontreal · 8 years ago

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April 4, 2017 - 1:00 to 3:00 - meeting at Burgundy Lion Pub

Inspired by our discussion of the Maypole Inn of "Barnaby Rudge", pubs and alcohol consumption in the Victorian era, I have organized a very fun meeting at the "Burgundy Lion", a traditional English Pub. Judith Elson will be discussing the history of Gin! Victorian cocktails will be available! Please join us! The pub is on Notre Dame within walking distance of the Lionel Groulx Metro.

If you need a ride please let me know.

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carewyncromwell · 4 years ago

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((Previously on “Quest for the Quidditch Cup”...))

“...sure we should let her?”

“She said she didn’t blame Rath for what happened...”

“Yeah, but given their history, it’s a gamble. There’s still a 41% chance it could go badly.”

“Andre can break them up, if there’s trouble. He’s always had a level head.”

“Right. More importantly, Skye asked us to trust her, and we agreed. How awful would we be, to turn against her after that?”

Carewyn only partially made out the voices talking over her. Some were directly above her, while others were a ways away -- yet her mind was moving so slowly that she had trouble processing what they were saying and who was even speaking at all.

She grunted. Her chest felt so heavy and sore...

The voices had all abruptly hushed. Carewyn, however, couldn’t gather enough breath to speak, let alone harness the energy needed to open her eyes. Instead she tried to focus. What happened? Why was she hurting so much...?

The voices overhead had started talking again.

“...She sounds like she’s in so much pain...”

That voice sounded familiar -- was it Barnaby?

“Something’s wrong,” mumbled a strange, shaking voice Carewyn couldn’t place. “I’ll get Chiara, she needs to -- ”

“It’s okay,” another voice -- Night’s? -- cut off the anxious one with an almost forceful attempt at soothing. “Chiara said she’ll be okay.”

“I’m telling you, something’s wrong,” the voice persisted. The misty affect of the voice sounded somewhat familiar, but it sounded so strained and tense -- like the person was having trouble not hyperventilating. “She sounds like she’s gotten worse -- we have to go get Chiara right now -- ”

“She’s made sounds like that in her sleep off and on for the last hour,” said another forcefully level voice -- Talbott. He sounded closer, but his voice came from the opposite side of her. “It’s just proof her body’s trying to heal. Calm down.”

Someone exhaled very shakily. After a few seconds, there was a movement of springs, like someone getting up from the bed, and a clapping of boots on a tile floor.

“Orion?” said Kaylisa’s voice in concern.

The clapping steps came to a stop. Someone inhaled and exhaled slowly, taking deep, calming breaths.

Another person seemed to have gotten up from the bed and took some steps, but the oddly tense, misty voice spoke abruptly.

“I’m all right. ...Just...give me some space. Please.”

There was a silence. Then the footsteps retreated and the mattress springs of a bed squeaked again, signalling the person had sat back down.

Carewyn’s brain was slowly, slowly starting to process again. Orion was...worried? Why was he worried?

The match was coming back into focus -- Kaylisa had been going for the Snitch -- and she stupidly threw herself in front of Rath’s Bludger...

“I admit, I didn’t think Rath and the Ravenclaws would stop by,” said Charlie’s voice. He sounded close too...was that him, holding her hand? “I mean, sure, none of them came inside except for Andre, but...well...”

“...They did just lose the Quidditch Final,” finished Tonks.

“They should come, considering it’s their fault Carewyn’s like this,” muttered Ben, his voice dripping with resentment.

“Ben, don’t say that!” said Penny.

“Carewyn Cromwell chose to put herself between Rath’s Bludger and Kaylisa,” said Tulip’s voice reproachfully. “Rath didn’t aim at her on purpose.”

“I don’t blame the Ravenclaws,” said Cara firmly. “None of us do.”

“And you know Carey wouldn’t either.”

‘Bill...?’

What was he doing there? He sounded like he was right beside her...

“As she shouldn’t.”

The misty, anxious voice had spoken again, this time sounding much more level. It was much more recognizable now as Orion’s.

“The Ravenclaws are not to blame. I am.”

“Orion -- ”

“I am team Captain,” Orion cut Night off cleanly. “Therefore I am responsible, if something goes wrong. Before the match, I told our team that we must not let anything stand in our way of victory. With how much fire Carewyn felt to fight for us...for our dream...it’s little wonder she took my words to heart.”

His voice softened to a very detached, miserable whisper.

“...I got exactly what I asked for.”

“You know full well that Carewyn herself would disagree,” said Murphy’s voice sharply. “100%.”

“Uh...”

Carewyn struggled to talk, but her voice came out as a wheeze. Everyone abruptly silenced again.

“Carewyn?”

“Carey?”

Carewyn slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was immediately engulfed in white as she struggled to adjust to the brightness of the room. There were several shadows over her head -- a few dressed in black, gray and white, another in burgundy --

“Of...” she tried again to talk, but it was a struggle. It felt like her chest was being squeezed like an accordion.

She blinked two -- three times -- trying to make out the worried faces gathered around her bed.

Charlie was holding her hand...and Bill was right next to her, sitting on the bed with his arm wrapped around the bed frame so that he was over her head. Penny had just rushed up between the two Weasley boys, sliding between them so she could look down at Carewyn. Talbott and Ben were both standing near the foot of her bed...and just beyond the bed about four feet away stood Orion. He stood much the way he would balance on his broom, with his hands clasped in front of him, but his face was as white as a sheet and his dark eyes were very wide upon Carewyn’s face.

“Of...” Carewyn rasped, her mouth spreading into a weak attempt at a smile, “...course I do.”

Orion’s shoulders stiffened, as if his whole body had seized up. His eyes narrowed, not angrily, but in an attempt to contain the intense emotion welling up within them. His clasped hands were shaking.

Penny, on the other hand, was so overwhelmed with relief that she burst into tears.

“Oh, Carewyn, thank Merlin you’re all right!”

Talbott rested a hand on Carewyn’s bedspread beside her leg.

“How are you feeling?” he asked solemnly.

“Awful,” Carewyn wheezed, though she said it with the best smile she could.

“Hardly a wonder why,” said Charlie worriedly, “considering that Bludger hit you straight-on in the chest!”

“You’re lucky your lung only got bruised and not torn,” said Bill, his eyebrows knitted tensely over his narrowed eyes. “What were you thinking, throwing yourself in Rath’s path like that? Skye Parkin got three broken ribs thanks to one of her Bludgers, didn’t she?”

Carewyn tried to smile again guiltily, but it came out as more of a grimace.

“I know...it was stupid.”

Pain twanged through her chest again, making Carewyn shut her eyes tight and breathe very slowly to try to push through it.

“But...we did win...right?”

“Yep,” said Murphy with a broad smile. “We won. 280 to 60.”

Carewyn glanced to her right, to see Murphy and the rest of the Slytherin team gathered around the bed closest to hers. When she looked beyond Charlie, Penny, Bill, Talbott, and Ben, she could see some of her other friends -- Tulip, Badeea, Jae, Barnaby, Liz, Diego -- scattered around the Hospital Wing, sitting on the beds to the left and across from her.

“Skye’s outside talking to Rath right now,” said Ashok. He glanced at the Hospital Wing door apprehensively.

Carewyn blinked in surprise.

“She insisted,” said Quinn. “Andre even kind of took her to task and asked if she planned on blaming Rath for what happened to you, like she did when Rath injured her -- but Skye actually managed to keep her temper. Said she didn’t want to fight...that she just wanted to have a real conversation, for once.”

“Normally we would’ve preferred it if Orion went,” Kaylisa said quietly, “but...”

The Slytherin team glanced at their Captain. Orion’s head was bowed and his eyes were closed -- Carewyn guessed he’d been silently meditating, in an attempt to balance out his emotions.

“It was the correct decision,” he said levelly. “I was not in the balanced emotional state necessary to discuss the Quidditch Cup award ceremony.”

“Oh...” Carewyn breathed lowly. “That’s right...there’s...supposed to be a ceremony...”

“Given your injury, there’s a 84.9% chance it’ll be delayed,” Murphy said quickly. “The main question will be whether or not it’ll be delayed to this evening, after your condition stabilizes, or until you’ve recovered enough to attend yourself.”

“How long will that take?”

“A pulmonary contusion is pretty serious.”

Chiara had bustled over. She rather pointedly directed Penny and Charlie to move over so she could come right up to Carewyn’s bed and lean over her, resting a hand over Carewyn’s head on her pillow.

“It’s good to see you awake, Carewyn,” Chiara murmured, her gray eyes very soft upon her friend’s face. “You really scared us.”

“Sorry,” Carewyn mumbled through another weak smile.

“The good news is that with the proper healing potion regiment, you should be able to get out of bed in two or three days,” said Chiara, “but it’ll take a week or so for the pain to fade completely. You’ll need to move very slowly and practice breathing deeply a lot, even if it hurts. It’d also be a good idea if you don’t try lifting much of anything heavy for a while, until you’re fully healed.”

Barnaby got up from the bed on Carewyn’s left at once, his face lit up with a huge grin. “I can help with that, Carewyn! I can carry your bag for you, when we go to class -- and if you’re having trouble climbing a lot of stairs, I can always just carry you on my back!”

Carewyn smiled up at him. “Thanks, Barnaby.”

There was a sharp intake of breath from somewhere a ways away.

“Carewyn!?”

A frantic flurry of footsteps signaled the arrival of Skye. She came to a skidding halt at the foot of Carewyn’s bed. Relief stained her face for a split second -- then, on a dime, she reacted with anger.

“Thank Merlin! What were you doing, out there?! I know you like to play hero, Carewyn, but seriously?! I thought you said you don’t barrel in without thinking!”

Carewyn raised her eyebrows coolly. “I didn’t. I...miscalculated...that’s all.”

Skye snorted, crossing her arms. “That’s putting it mildly. Gotta say, for someone who so didn’t want attention for all this, you sure have a way of grabbing it...all I could hear on my way out of the stands was that you’re now a Quidditch legend...”

Carewyn pursed her lips irritably. ‘First this ‘amazing Cursebreaker,’ now a Quidditch legend...am I ever going to get credit for the things I actually want to be?’

“What did the Ravenclaws have to say, Skye?” Orion asked quietly.

Skye glanced at Orion, her face becoming much more serious.

“...Rath wanted to know how long it would take for Carewyn to be released. I told them a few days, and the Ravenclaws all agreed they’d be willing to attend in three days, if we wanted to reschedule the ceremony to that day.”

The rest of the Slytherin team lit up.

“That’s great!” said Cara.

“Yeah,” agreed Skye lowly, glancing down at the ground a bit self-consciously. “I gotta admit, I...wasn’t expecting that. I mean, sure, Egwu and you used to date, Carewyn, but...I reckon even Rath was really impressed by what you did. They weren’t happy about losing, of course -- Rath was definitely mad about it -- but I don’t think she was mad at us. If that makes sense.”

Carewyn nodded. ‘She was probably more mad at herself for not having won than at us for actually winning.’

“We shall reciprocate the Ravenclaws’ kindness with our own, when we accept our prize,” said Orion, glancing from Skye to the rest of the team. “They have been honorable opponents. Hopefully this can be the start of a more peaceful rivalry, as opposed to active hostility.”

The rest of the Slytherins nodded in agreement. Even Skye was smiling slightly.

“All right,” said Chiara decisively, “now that Carewyn’s awake and you’ve all seen she’s okay, I must ask you to all leave now so she can get some rest. She’s more than earned it...”

Reluctantly Carewyn tried to adjust so that she was lying down better. It was proving difficult with how much her chest hurt -- she kept stopping sharply, closing her eyes and clenching her jaw to hold in a grunt of pain.

“Here, Carey, let me help,” said Bill.

He gently brought his hands under her arms so as to ease her down. Carewyn slowly fell back against her pillows, relaxing as Bill let go.

“Thanks, Bill,” she wheezed.

Bill fluffed up the pillow directly under her head with both hands and looked down at her seriously.

“Do everything Chiara tells you and take it slow,” he told her.

Bill had always been just as talented as “parenting” everyone else as Carewyn was -- it was one of the main things he and his best friend had in common.

The eldest Weasley’s voice then dropped significantly as he added under his breath, “Ben, Charlie, Merula, and I will take care of things with the Circle, until you’re well enough to leave.”

Carewyn’s lips spread into the strongest smile she’d shown since arriving in the Hospital Wing, and she nodded.

“Thank you.”

((OOC: One more part after this, just tying up loose ends...that part will also include a proper “farewell” scene for Orion! My precious Quidditch Captain!! </3

As before, MC players referenced are Cara O’Donnell @unfortunate-arrow, Night Rhea @nightrhea-hphm, and Sabrina “Quinn” Mercurenius @danceworshipper. I also apologize for the heart damage from the last part, @that-ravenpuff-witch, @aceyanaheim, and @cursed-ice-spirits! 💙

A pulmonary contusion, or bruised lung, can be a very serious injury. Even in the real world, it can take weeks to fully heal and require a lot of follow-up appointments. Carewyn really got very, VERY lucky that it wasn’t worse, and that she has a Healer like Chiara at her disposal!!))

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