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yellowsuitcase · 4 years ago

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Detention // Draco Malfoy

A/N: This is a request for @youknowiloveyou-so I hope you like it! The prompts you choose got me super excited. The beginning is rough because we have limited knowledge of what really went on inside Hogwarts during the Deathly Hallows, but I did my best.

Summary: During Y/n and Draco’s 7th year at Hogwarts some of the Professors aren’t very forgiving, and Y/N gets punished by one of them. Angst and fluff follow.

Warning(s): SPOILERS!!! Graphic descriptions of violence(tw: knives are used to cut character’s arms), mentions of blood, swearing

Word Count: 3.4k

Prompts: #2 #10 #19 #29 #58 #96

{Prompt list}

This is not what Y/N imagined her final year at Hogwarts to be. To be fair, it wasn’t what anyone imagined it to be. Now with Snape as headmaster, things weren’t exactly pleasant. Not to mention the fact some of their professors had been replaced with Death Eaters.

Y/N was lucky to even be attending Hogwarts. Her muggle-born friends had not been allowed back into the castle. But perhaps that was better for them. That way, they wouldn’t be forced to cast the unforgivable curses onto other students.

The only thing bringing Y/N joy during these times was her boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. He was higher up on the totem pole than most students, due to his status as a Death Eater. Y/N thought at first that being his girlfriend might prevent her from being bullied by the professors. She was wrong. This seemed to make her stand out more to her professors. They loved calling on her for almost every question. They would sneer at her when they called her name, and when she didn’t know the answer to their inquiry, they would say demeaning things like, “Would you look at that, Malfoy’s toy isn’t very smart is she?” The class would then be forced to laugh at the professor’s joke.

Somehow, Y/N had managed to make it through the first of three terms without getting in trouble. But that changed when she walked into her Muggle Studies class with Professor Alecto Carrow.

“Sit down. Hands out in front of you on top of your desk, you know the drill,” Professor Carrow said.

Y/N dreaded Muggle Studies. The class consisted of Carrow spewing complete lies about muggles and the muggle world. Almost every lesson would begin with calling on a pureblood student and then asking them to pick a half-blood student to practice hexes and jinxes on. Y/N had avoided being chosen to do this because many of the students selected by Carrow would refuse. This resulted in them receiving detention, not to mention continuously being called on every class until they caved and did what Carrow had demanded of them.

Y/N could only imagine what was done to those students in detention. When they’d come back to class the next day, they’d have numerous cuts all over their faces. Or sometimes they’d be limping around. On a few occasions, they’d come back without a finger. Poor Madam Pomfrey could only heal so many students.

But today, when Y/N sat down at her desk and placed her palms face down on the cold wooden desk, she knew something was up. She watched as Professor Carrow scanned each student's face before her eyes stopped on Y/N’s.

“Ms. Y/L/N. Why don’t you do the honors of picking a half-blood? You haven’t got to choose anyone yet, and I believe it’s about time you did.”

All eyes turned to her. Y/N begrudgingly rose to her feet, but she stayed silent.

“Pick someone before I pick for you,” Carrow commanded.

Y/N remained silent. There was no way in hell she was going to hex anyone simply for the amusement of a Death Eater.

“Pavarti Patil. Stand up.”

Y/N’s heart stopped. Parvati was one of her closest friends. They’d grown up in the same neighborhood, they used to play gobstones every Sunday. Y/N thought of Parvati as a sister. There was no way she’d ever be able to hurt her.

Y/N heard Pavarti rise from her chair. She couldn’t bring herself to even look at her friend. It would’ve made the situation that much more real. But Carrow didn’t like this. With a flick of her wand, she forced Y/N’s head to turn. Pavarti looked utterly terrified. The pit in Y/N’s stomach grew.

Carrow smirked as she said, “Cast the stinging jinx.”

“No,” Y/n said firmly. A few gasps could be heard. Nobody had explicitly told Professor Carrow no.

“The sea urchin jinx, perhaps?”

“No.”

“I’ll suggest one more, Densaugeo.”

Densaugeo was a hex that elongated a person’s teeth. It was an awful experience for the unlucky victim, and Y/N was not about to cast it on Pavarti. So once again, she said,

“No.”

It was like a switch flipped, and suddenly Carrow raised her wand and shouted. “Imperio!”

An eerie sense of calm overtook Y/N. Without thinking, she raised her wand towards Pavarti and said, “Densaugeo!”

Pavarti squeezed her eyes tight as the spell was cast. Then she began to shriek. Her teeth began to grow and grow. Students gasped as they watched the horrific sight in front of them. Some of the Slytherins laughed when Parvati started to cry. Her two front teeth were now past her chin.

Y/N lowered her arm, still feeling calm. Once the laughter died down, and Pavarti was able to catch her breath and stop her tears, Y/N cast another spell; the sea urchin jinx. Little spikes began to burst out from underneath the Gryffindor’s skin, her screams once again filled the air. Spikes burst underneath her eyes, in between her fingers, and even around her neck. One wrong move and she could seriously injure herself. She stood with her arms outstretched, tears once again falling while students covered their eyes to avoid looking at her.

Y/N only watched as Pavarti cried. She felt no inclination to help her friend.

“Let’s do one more, shall we class?” Professor Carrow asked. This time, she gave her command to Y/N out loud.

“Crucio her.”

Y/N once again raised her wand. Parvati was in hysterics now, pleading for Y/N not to do it. But it was to no avail.

“Crucio.”

Parvati’s body spasmed as jolts of agonizing pain coursed through her veins. Nobody made a peep. The only thing that could be heard was her anguished screams. The spikes on her body pierced her skin every time her body convulsed. Her blood quickly gathered into a puddle on the floor. Y/N didn’t feel anything as she watched the girl howl and writhe. She felt numb almost.

Until Carrow lifted the curse. Parvati collapsed onto the ground, her teeth, and the spikes slowly shrunk in size. Y/N stumbled backward, nearly tripping over her chair as she came to her senses. “I just cast an unforgivable curse,” she thought to herself.

Her heart began to pound as the reality of the situation set in. She looked up at Carrow, who was smiling at her.

“Detention, tonight at eight in my office. Don’t be late.”

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Y/N looked at the clock. It was seven forty. Twenty minutes until she was expected in Alecto Carrow’s office to receive her punishment. Her stomach churned at the thought.

She purposefully avoided Draco for the rest of that day. Whenever he saw her in the hallway, Y/N would turn the other way. She knew Draco would be able to tell something was wrong, and she didn’t think she’d be able to speak the words out loud to him when he asked.

She decided that she ought to arrive early for her detention. Maybe that way it could end sooner. She shifted her bag onto her shoulder and started the walk to Carrow’s office. As she was walking, she heard footsteps behind her.

“Y/N, wait up,” Draco called.

“Fuck,” Y/N muttered as she came to a halt, allowing Draco to catch up to her.

“Where are you off to?” he asked.

“My dorms,” she answered curtly.

“Are you alright, darling?” Draco asked, his voice laced with concern.

“Yes, Draco.”

“No offense but that wasn’t very convincing.I know you’ve been crying. Are you okay?”

“Fuck off, Draco. Leave me alone.”

Draco looked as if he’d been slapped across the face. His eyes flashed with hurt. Y/N instantly regretted her words.

“Shit, I’m sorry. You’re right, I’m not okay. But I can’t talk to you about it. Not right now.”

Draco pursed his lips. He nodded without saying a word, obviously still reeling from her outburst.

Y/N took this as her cue to leave. She didn’t want to cause any more damage. “I’m sorry. I’ll see you later,” she said as she rushed off towards Carrow’s office; she only had a few minutes left to get there.

Draco stood in the hallway, watching her run away. He took note that she took a left turn instead of a right turn. Meaning she was lying about where she was going. His eyebrows knit together. What was she hiding from him?

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Inside Carrow’s office, there was only a desk and a chair. The walls were bare. Carrow paced on the other side of the desk.

“Ah, Malfoy’s toy, you’ve finally arrived.” Carrow walked over to Y/N and promptly gave her a jarring slap across the face.

“That’s for almost being late.”

Y/N kept her expression blank, not wanting to give her any sort of reaction.

“Sit. Hands on top of the desk.”

Y/N obeyed, fear started to settle in her gut. Carrow walked around the desk, running the tip of her wand up Y/N’s jawline as she circled her. She did her best not to tremble, but she couldn’t help it.

“Aww, look at you. Are you scared of me?” Carrow taunted. “You should be.”

Carrow returned to the opposite side of the desk, where she reached inside a drawer and pulled out a bottle of dark purple liquid.

“Drink up,” she said with a smirk.

Y/N knew she didn’t have a choice. She picked up the bottle with shaky hands, pulled the cork off the top, and downed the potion. It tasted like Bertie Bott’s rotten egg flavored jelly beans. She lowered the bottle back onto the desk and wiped her mouth with her sleeve.

Her body began to feel cold. Her skin started to turn purple. With every second that passed, she grew more and more chilly until her skin felt as though it had turned to ice. Her teeth chattered, and she began to bring her hands to her chest, but they were abruptly slapped by Carrow.

Her body was shaking uncontrollably, desperately trying to create warmth, but to no avail. Carrow observed Y/N with an evil glint in her eye.

With each minute that passed, her body grew tighter and tighter. First, she lost mobility in her toes, then her legs, then each of her fingers one by one. The panic in her chest rose as the burning cold spread throughout her body. Soon enough, she was unable to move from the neck down. Y/N felt as though she was suffocating, her chest barely rose with her shallow breaths, and her body felt like it was frozen from the inside out.

But before her head froze, Carrow dissolved the effects of the potion with a simple wave of her wand. Y/N let out a huge breath as she began to regain feeling in her body.

“How was that? This potion was banned back in 1954, but I thought it would be nice to brew it just for you. You’re lucky I didn’t let you experience its full effect. Legend has it there are people currently buried underground, presumed to be dead. However, in reality, they’re just frozen solid, but still alive, still conscious.”

Y/N pushed the mental image of being buried alive away. Instead, she began to prepare herself since she knew this wasn’t all Carrow had planned for her. Her suspicions were confirmed when she tapped her wand to Y/N’s arms, sticking them to the desk.

When Carrow pulled a knife from her desk drawer, Y/N really began to panic. She desperately tried to yank her arms off the desk. Carrow seemed to get a real kick from the sight of her struggle.

Slowly and steadily, she pressed the blade of the knife into her outer forearm. Y/N felt the knife break her skin, and she could only watch as blood flowed from the fresh gash. Carrow lifted the knife and once again made another cut on her arm. She did this again and again until Y/N let a sob fall from her lips. The desk was now covered in her blood.

Carrow laughed maniacally as she flipped the knife around, the butt end of the handle facing Y/N’s arms. Without warning, she raised it up and slammed it into the first cut she’d made. Then into the second, the third, the fourth, and so on until she’d dug the handle into every wound on her arms.

Y/N could no longer hold back any of her screams. The sensation of the heavy metal handle being driven and twisted into her cuts was more than she could take. Every time Carrow slammed it onto her forearms, white-hot flashes of pain would jolt through her body.

“What a pathetic excuse for a witch, you are. I mean, really, what does he see in you? You can’t truly mean anything to Draco. I bet he keeps you around just to play with you and use you. You’re just a toy to him. And one day, he’ll grow tired of you, won’t want to play with you anymore. Then he’ll throw you out. You’ll be nothing without him. Won’t you?”

Y/N bit her lip to stop a cry from escaping her throat. Carrow’s words cut deeper than she cared to admit.

“How about we make sure you always know your place, hmm? Let’s give you a permanent reminder of what you are,” Carrow said as she picked up the knife once again and flipped Y/N’s right arm over so that her inner forearm was showing. She dipped the blade of the knife into a jar containing a black, jellylike substance. Then she dug the tip of the knife into Y/N’s flesh and dragged downwards. “This will be good for you. I wonder what Draco will think when he sees it.”

Y/N nearly fainted from the pain of the blade gliding through her. Her arm tensed viciously in reaction to the dark magic being embedded into her skin. At that moment, all she knew was pain. When Carrow had finished, she smiled, “Done. Take a look.”

Curiosity got the best of her, and Y/N let her eyes drift over to her arm. There on her arm, carved into her bruised skin, was the word ‘Toy.’

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Carrow asked.

All Y/N could do was cry. She cried and cried until suddenly, everything went dark.

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Y/N awoke to the sounds of someone weeping. She gradually opened her eyes. There sat Draco, his head in his hands.

He sensed eyes on him and lifted his face.

“You’re awake! Oh, thank Merlin,” Draco said while he wiped away his tears.

Y/N’s first instinct was to look at her arms, they were covered in bandages. She rushed to lift the one around her right arm. She needed to see it, see if it was really there.

Sure enough, the word was still carved into her flesh. The other cuts Carrow had slashed onto her skin were nearly gone, the effects of dittany preventing them from scarring. But it seems ‘Toy’ really would be permanent.

“What’s wrong?” Draco asked, reaching for Y/N’s arm. She pulled it to her chest, not wanting Draco to see. He looked at her with a perplexed expression and reached for her arm again.

“Don’t touch me,” She said firmly. Draco put his hands up in the air, trying to show his girlfriend that he meant no harm. But she wasn’t in her right mind. Whatever happened to her had gravely impacted her. She had never refused Draco’s touch before. He felt his anger grow, his chest began to heave the more he looked at Y/N’s trembling shoulders as she wept silent tears.

Before he could say anything more, Madam Pomfrey came to Y/N’s bedside. She looked at her pitifully and then turned to Draco. “Give her this if she’s unable to calm down. You can escort her back to her dorms now,” she said as she handed Draco a draught of the living peace potion.

The sight of this seemed to frighten Y/N even more. “What is that? What will it do to me? Don’t make me drink it, I don’t want it!” she exclaimed, her panic-stricken eyes shifting back and forth from Draco to Madam Pomfrey.

“Ms. Y/L/N, this is the draught of the living peace potion. It’ll soothe your anxiety and put your mind at ease. It will cause you no harm, I promise.”

Y/N nodded and began to relax, but her shoulders were still rising and falling at a worryingly fast pace.

“Let’s get you out of here. Come on,” Draco said gently, his volume barely over a whisper. Y/N complied and pulled back the covers on the medical bed. She allowed Draco to take her hand as she slid off the cot. He grasped it, softly, wanting his grip to be grounding for her but not aggressive.

He led her through the halls, shielding her from the gaze of onlooking students. All he had to do was look at them, and they’d immediately avert their eyes.

Soon enough, they arrived at Y/N’s dorms. But to her surprise, Draco took her right past the entrance.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“My prefect room. We can talk freely there.”

And so they took a few more turns and headed up the stairs to Draco’s room. His bed was big enough for both of them to sit across from each other, legs crossed. They did so in silence for a few moments before Draco asked,

“Who did this to you?”

Y/N looked at her lap. “Professor Carrow. She gave me detention for refusing to hex Pavarti.”

Draco sighed angrily. He knew there was nothing he could do about Carrow. Quite frankly, she and the rest of the Death Eaters didn’t like him and his family. They thought the Malfoys to be cowards. Confronting Carrow would only result in more taunting of his family, and likely more detentions for Y/N.

“I’m sorry, love. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.”

“There was nothing you could’ve done. I knew what I was getting into when I refused. And it didn’t matter anyway, she imperioed me. I had no choice but to hurt Pavarti. I’m sure she hates me now,” Y/N said solemnly.

“Don’t talk that way, Parvati would have to be thick not to forgive you. You were under the imperius curse. She can’t blame you for anything you did to her while under that spell.”

“I suppose you’re right. I still feel bad about it, though. Carrow made me crucio her, Draco. And did you not see her in the hospital wing? She’s got marks all over her body. I did that to her.”

“Stop that right now, you don’t get to blame yourself for this. You said it yourself, you had no choice. You’ve got to forgive yourself, or you’ll never be able to move on.”

Y/N looked up at Draco. He was staring at her intently. He needed her to believe the words he was saying were true.

She nodded and ran her hands through her hair. This seemed to put Draco at ease until he caught sight of her arm. He reached out his hand, silently asking her if he could see her wound. Y/N hesitated but turned her inner wrist outward so he could see. He gently held her arm in his calloused hands. A deep frown settled on his face when he read the word. “She did this because of me, didn’t she?” he asked.

Y/N only nodded, but the confirmation of his question lit a fire in Draco’s eyes. “I’ll kill her,” he said while getting to his feet. “One of these days I’ll kill her,” he was pacing now. “How dare she do this to you.” His voice was laced with venom as he spat his words.

“Draco, you know you can’t do that. And it’s not your fault. I knew what I signed up for when I asked you to be with me. It’s okay. I’m here now.”

“I know I just thought… fuck I’m so angry I —” He stopped mid-sentence and sighed.

“Can I hold you? I need to hold you.”

Y/n smiled softly at him. She held out her arms, and Draco didn’t skip a beat before rushing into them. He lifted her up, putting his hand beneath her for support. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, finally feeling a sense of calm.

Draco swayed side to side, soothing the girl in his arms. “You’re safe,” he whispered into her ear before placing a tender kiss on her nape. He felt her relax in his hold. They stayed this way for quite some time, swaying. Draco made sure to remind her she was safe and gave her many kisses. He then began to hum, hoping it would lull his girlfriend to sleep. It eventually did, but just before she drifted into dreamland, Draco heard her whisper a soft “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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kertikavics · 3 years ago

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#meló #hp

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aprilgarcia · 3 years ago

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camelliacats · 3 years ago

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A Tale of Tails

Another oneshot, done for a forum exchange.

Fic: "A Tale of Tails" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: light Morag MacDougal/Romilda Vane, Padma Patil, Filius Flitwick, Irma Pince, & Minerva McGonagall, with cameos from others

Rating: K+

Words: ~5,120

Additional info: romance, femslash, angst, fluff, AU fic, Harry's era, 3rd person POV

Summary: Two bad habits and one spell later, and the life of Morag MacDougal is changed forever.

"'And so, transfiguration beyond a doubt…'" Morag MacDougal's words trailed off as her eyes roamed the page, taking in every single word. The words would be processed later. She had a habit of speed-reading, and much of the time nothing ever stuck when she read in the moment. But she had learned early on that her brain would marinate in new information, because she would recall everything vividly afterwards.

For instance, it would occur to her later the specialness of what she was reading. The tome was in the Restricted Section of the library at Hogwarts, but she was all right. She'd gotten special permission to come here because she was one of the few students in her class who had survived the war to return for an eighth year.

Morag kept reading and reached blindly to her left with her free hand, grabbing a handful of Bertie Bott's beans and stuffing them in her mouth. It made it a little hard to keep the book upright because that was another of her bad habits, holding on to books with her wand still in hand. But always holding on to her wand allowed her to put books away quickly and safely, only to Summon new texts down in front of her.

Still, her eyes were tired. She didn't need to glance out the window to know it was dark. It was the middle of January—it had been dark for hours. Supper would be soon, and she needed a break. But she read a few more lines.

"'…and to grow extra limbs, sometimes the occasional wizard would…'" And so on and so forth she read.

Eventually the day ended, for Madam Pince's hooked nose arrived before the rest of the librarian. "Miss MacDougal," she stated, "the library is closed for dinner."

"Yes, Madam Pince. I'm almost done."

"Now, Miss MacDougal. You have a friend waiting for you."

Morag's concentration broke, and she felt herself blushing. She knew exactly who this "friend" would be. "Ah, right. I'll just put things away, then."

Madam Pince nodded and left. She'd softened a little since the war almost a year ago, but Morag liked to think that was just because Morag was a) a brilliant Ravenclaw and b) someone who'd willingly returned to finish her schooling. Plus, Morag always left the library tidy, even if her rucksack and four-poster in Ravenclaw Tower were pigsties that begged to differ.

The young witch gave the book one last look, falling back into her trance once more, muttering along with the lines on the page. A spell she had never seen or heard of before ended a paragraph, and her lips tasted it before her brain caught up with the words.

A dim green flash of light popped on the tip of her wand, which had remained in her right hand, and Morag startled.

She blinked and snapped out of it. She glanced down at herself, checking that everything was in order, and her panic receded. She was fine. The light had to have been nothing—after all, her eyes were tired, and people with tired eyes tended to imagine seeing things.

Out of curiosity (really, to reassure herself), Morag looked down at the transfiguration book in hand. "Damn," she mumbled, sighing and whisking it away to its proper place on the shelf. That distraction had led her to close the book. It would take her an hour to find her place, and she couldn't risk annoying the librarian.

Well, I'll remember what was on the page come bedtime, Morag fooled herself. And she put everything else away before meeting her "friend" to walk to dinner.

She sat with Romilda and some of their friends at the Gryffindor table for dinner. It wasn't clearly the Gryffindor table anymore because the teachers had grown lax about House divisions considering everything that had happened, and now most students sat at any table freely…save for the Slytherin table.

"I couldn't find you in the library, so I asked Pince if she'd seen you," Romilda explained as they ate. She pursed her lips. "I didn't sic her on you, did I?"

Morag broke into a grin that was almost a laugh. "No, I'm fine. Still have all my limbs. Would you like to check?"

Romilda blushed and turned back to her dinner plate. "No, that's all right."

Morag's green eyes studied Romilda, and she let the subject drop, focusing on her own meal.

Everyone had been tense the past two years. Morag had tried to keep things light when she could, much to her roommates' chagrin. And, even hiding out in the Room of Requirement, she'd tried to keep the underclassmen's spirits up. Romilda had been one of those underclassmen, but she'd gotten more than her fair share of Morag's attention simply for being uncertainly beautiful to Morag amidst the hell they were living. They'd even saved each other's lives during the final battle—Morag saved Romilda first, then Romilda saved Morag after, not to be outdone. But Morag had had a feeling for a while that Romilda had done so partially so as not to owe any debts, so as not to rely on Morag, not depend on her. After all, Romilda Vane was infamous as the girl who had tried to get the famous Harry Potter before Ginny Weasley landed him.

But at least Romilda was kind enough to entertain Morag's interest as friendship.

Morag looked around the Great Hall, trying to avoid the familiar faces with which she sat. Sometimes she wondered if anyone else had almost gotten back to having a normal life. Hers was all right, except on the Romilda front.

But what about that Hufflepuff boy with the dark hair and acne trying to pass off as freckles? And that Gryffindor girl who smiled one second only to let her façade slip as soon as her friends' attention was off her? And what of that Slytherin girl who kept pushing the food on her plate with her utensils but wasn't taking a single bite and likely hadn't for ages considering how frighteningly thin she looked?

Morag returned her eyes to her steak and watched her fork and knife work. She could be curious about the others, but it was only curiosity these days. Studying her friends and classmates and teachers too often had killed the caring in her for now.

At least, that's what Morag thought that first night.

The first night, in her bed, Morag tried to think back over the day's events.

Greeting Padma in the morning, since they were the only female eagles in their year left.

Showering and dressing for the day. Grabbing her things for class (Transfiguration, Potions, Charms, Herbology, Defense, History, Creatures).

Greeting Michael and Terry in the common room. Having Terry point out that her shoe was busted, letting him cast Reparo.

Seeing Romilda on the way to breakfast, falling into step with her. Noting that Romilda was doing more to meet her eyes. Giving Romilda a winning smile as a reward.

Eating, going to class, tuning out Hermione in Charms when she opened up a little more about the spells she'd used to save her arse and Harry's and Ron's when they'd been on the lam. Then hitting the library before dinner.

Thinking of the library forced her to think about the information she'd absorbed…and, yet, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't recall what she'd been reading. It had been a book on transfiguration, hadn't it? But… She squinted at the curtains around her bed. Crap. What had she been reading about? She remembered being in the Restricted Section, but she had unrestricted access to the collection, so it weren't as though she could ask Madam Pince what book she'd been studying.

Frustrated, Morag lay there, fighting the urge to toss and turn in order to fall asleep. How could she not have recalled what she'd been reading? In her whole life, this was the first time her ability had failed her, and it bothered her.

…but her unease ebbed. Her worry disappeared before she could even reassure herself that she could always try to look up the book again tomorrow. So she closed her eyes and eventually drifted off, never even minding that she was beginning to do things out of order.

Her mind, little by little, began to change.

It was not just her way of thinking, but her mind itself. She lost her interest in others' motives for coming back to Hogwarts, and she threw herself into her studies, the only useful things. She began to spend less time around the other Year Eight girls, even Padma.

The only person who could still break her attention was Romilda, and Morag felt the worse off without even realizing it. Before, Romilda had been the pretty girl Morag had a crush on. Nowadays…Romilda had some other quality that seemed to make her sparkle slightly in Morag's vision.

Morag, of course, told herself that it was just her imagination. This is just you falling in love, the witch thought. And she swore that up and down even as her vision changed and colors grew dim and yet only Romilda stood out brilliantly to her.

And then came the day when she couldn't breathe.

She was in Charms when it happened. It was just her and the other eighth years—Padma, Michael, Terry, Hermione, Sally-Anne, Justin, Wayne, Daphne, Pansy, and Blaise—in the room at the start of class, and Flitwick had yet to appear.

She had been doodling on a spare bit of parchment, eavesdropping on Terry telling Padma of his plans to become a Healer when her vision dimmed its darkest in the past week. For a good moment, she imagined she would faint, but then the pain came when she gasped.

And the air stung her throat.

Morag's eyes fluttered, and she dropped her quill. She gasped again and reached out for someone, anyone, but her mind emptied of every thought except for breathing.

The witch flailed and caught Padma's attention. Padma, Terry, and Michael were up like a light, and it vaguely registered with Morag that people were shouting and someone screamed.

The eagles got her on her back after she fell out of her chair, but they didn't know what to do. Luckily, Professor Flitwick arrived then, and he rushed to her while Padma rapidly explained.

Morag reached for Padma's arm and gripped it, her fingertips digging into the Indian girl's arm as though she had razor-sharp claws. "Water!" she expelled.

Padma yelped in surprise and conjured water from thin air.

Morag released her, and relief flooded her…for a brief minute. No sooner had the water washed over her face and nearly absorbed than Morag felt like a fish out of water again. She felt small, cool fingers touching her face and prodding her jaw and neck. There was a collective gasp, and she heard "Hospital Wing" before she blacked out.

Blacking out gave way to dream-laden sleep, and Morag dreamed of water and weapons and territories and collecting shiny things.

When she did finally wake, she found herself indeed in Madam Pomfrey's care.

Padma stood over her. In the background, Terry aided the nurse in her office. "Morag!" Padma looked relieved, but her eyes were red and blotchy. "Oh, revered Rowena. Are you all right?"

"I think so," Morag replied, but her response sounded and felt funny, as if she spoke through bubbles.

"Don't try to talk too much, if it hurts," Padma continued, pulling up a chair to Morag's cot.

"What happened?"

The expression on Padma's face told her that maybe she didn't want to know. "Morag…that's what we're trying to figure out."

"No, what happened when I collapsed in Charms?"

"Well… You were fine one second, then the next you were suffocating. We gave you water, because you demanded that—and I think Flitwick had a suspicion."

The wing grew quiet after Padma stopped. The bed sheet felt cold and clammy in Morag's hand. "What was his suspicion?" she asked softly.

"I didn't even know it's possible, and Flitwick's never seen anything like it before—"

Oh, Merlin, Padma could be so infuriating sometimes, belaboring the littlest of points! "What?!" Morag snapped.

Padma stared at her. "Morag, he felt…gills on your neck."

Instinctively, Morag's hands flew up to her neck, to the spot beneath her jaw and ears. Her fingers poked something, and, when she drew her hands away to look at them, she saw they were wet—with water.

"Flitwick cast a modified Bubble Head Charm on you, just to cover the gills, otherwise you can't breathe. He showed Madam Pomfrey, Terry, and me how to do it, too, just in case."

"In case what?" the dark-haired witch asked sharply, not tearing her eyes away from her wet hands.

"Charms don't often last forever. They have to be re-cast to be maintained."

Morag pursed her lips. This had to be a nightmare.

But it wasn't a nightmare.

Try as they might, word got out about the girl who needed water to breathe, thus dubbed the mermaid.

Right after the initial incident, the school had called Morag's mother, her only parent, in, and they tried their best to explain what had happened. But the teachers were just as perplexed as Morag herself, so there were few answers they could give Mrs. MacDougal.

The teachers questioned Morag. Had she eaten anything strange? Had she crossed paths with a creature or plant she shouldn't've? Was she on anyone's bad side, someone who might have cast a spell as a joke?

But even the spell theory didn't sit well with the teachers. After all, no one had ever heard of a spell that could turn a witch or wizard into a merperson—or any other creature, permanently, either.

"Are you certain you didn't eat any gillyweed?" Sprout kept asking.

"For the last time, Pomona, there's no kind of gillyweed that would last more than an hour, let alone for days!" Pomfrey corrected.

"Perhaps it was a spell," McGonagall surmised. She exchanged a look with Flitwick as the teachers stood gathered in the headmistress' office on the weekend, Morag sitting in the chair before the desk. "What do you think, Filius?"

"I've never heard of such a thing," the tiny wizard stated.

Morag's eyes glazed over while they analyzed her. She really would've rather been anywhere but there in that moment. Outside, for instance, despite the arrival of February with a fresh batch of snow. Maybe she'd go down by the lake and just stick her toes in… She blinked, wondering from where the idea had come. Maybe she was buying into everyone's perception of her as the on-land mermaid.

"Wait," McGonagall said, quieting the other faculty. "Miss MacDougal has permission to use the Restricted Section."

Pince nodded. "Yes. She's spent quite a bit of time in there this year."

The headmistress looked at Morag. "Did you come across any books that might've had an effect on you, Morag? We've done our best over the centuries, but there are still books we haven't been through that have enchantments on them, because they came from the founders' personal collections."

Morag shook her head. "No, ma'am. I try to Summon all of my reading material…partly because I'm lazy, but also because such a spell can't interfere with heavier enchantments, so I know which books it might not be a good idea to handle." She sighed and leaned on McGonagall's desk, rubbing her temples. "And I don't try out anything. I just read."

"Yes, but what were you reading?"

"Oh, I—" The Ravenclaw stopped. She searched around in her memory, but she drew a blank. She blanched. This had never, ever happened before. "I don't remember?" she whispered.

With the room so quiet, the adults heard her, and Flitwick gasped. "Miss MacDougal, not remembering?"

"We've had her in our classes, too, Filius," Slughorn stated. "We know her memory and are just as surprised," he continued, looking her up and down as if she were a new substance to be studied.

"Then it has to have been some spell in some book somewhere!" Morag cried.

"What book?" Pince prompted.

"It was—" But it wasn't just the information that she'd been storing that she couldn't recall now. She didn't even remember the book title. "I don't know," she sobbed. But her sobs were dry and seemed like an imitation. Her worry faded as soon as it came, as did her panic at realizing she didn't appear to care much about her current situation.

The final verdict was that the teachers didn't know what to do next. Flitwick maintained that it presumably was a lost spell meant to grow gills, so, as long as his modified Bubble Head Charm was maintained, they likely wouldn't have to worry. Besides, what else could they do?

It wasn't to say that the teachers were done looking into things, and Terry spent nearly every minute of his free time with Pomfrey, trying to find a solution. But Morag was given the all-clear to return to class, despite her odd circumstances.

The other Hogwartians were shocked and pointed and whispered in the beginning, but, after being told off by Hermione and—surprisingly—Pansy and Daphne, the hubbub died down. Morag appreciated the other witches siding with her, but her thankfulness, just like her worry and panic seemed to do these days, evaporated nearly the moment it emerged.

"That's sort of cool, though," Romilda commented when they ate lunch in the Room of Requirement to escape the stares. The middle of February had passed, and so the castle was still getting used to Morag's condition.

"I'm not sure I agree, but I can't bring myself to care." Morag looked down at the roast beef sandwich she'd spirited from the Great Hall. It wasn't as appetizing as it once had been to her.

Romilda frowned. "That's an odd thing to say."

"I know."

The two witches ate quietly in front of the fire in the room that had once served the D.A. for meetings. "You've always been one of the coolest witches, you know, with your metal jewelry and boyish attitude, but my friends think it's fairly cool that you're a mermaid now, too, and you just continue with school as if that's the most natural thing in the world."

Frankly, it wasn't the most natural thing in the world, but it was one of the few things that held Morag's attention. "I suppose." She frowned, too. "Do you think it's cool that I've grown gills?"

Romilda shrugged. "I dunno. I've never considered knowing a person with gills."

Morag's shoulders sagged.

"But you look pretty rad with the water pockets covering them, like you're some new breed of witch who has powers I don't." Romilda smiled then. "It's probably just a bad spell or a spell gone wrong. I wonder, though…"

"What?"

"Well, I've studied with you before," Romilda continued, her expression morphing into one of thought. "I've hung out with you often enough—I know you read aloud with the text sometimes, and I've seen you keep your wand in hand…"

Morag's face crumpled. "Oh, no. Did I seriously do something so stupid as to do this to myself?"

Romilda hopped off the table on which they sat and held her hands up in front of Morag. "Hold on, hold on. I'm not blaming you, Mor. But…does that sound a little familiar?"

The eagle closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. "I don't know. Yes. No. Maybe. I'm aware I do those things, but it's only ever after I've been engaging in those bad habits. I never catch myself at the right time." She shook her head. "Maybe I finally caught myself at the worst time ever."

Romilda took a step forward, nudging Morag's knees to the side and leaning towards her, peering up at the older girl. "Morag…it'll be all right."

"You don't know that."

The freckled girl continued to stare. "No… But don't blame yourself. I once read, in Witch Weekly, that habits are the fault of our subconscious. Yes, it was your subconscious, which is a part of you…but maybe we can blame it instead?" Her freckles popped against the red flush of her cheeks while she tried to suss out a reasonable excuse to blame anyone but Morag. The effort put Morag at ease, and she ruffled Romilda's hair.

"Thanks for trying, Romy."

Romilda locked eyes with her, a little annoyed that maybe Morag wasn't taking her entirely seriously. She refused to move, but Morag turned to the side and climbed off the table anyway. Lunch was about to end anyway, and they couldn't stay in the Room of Requirement forever, guessing at what had happened and what might happen.

The days became weeks, and Morag seemed determined to become Hogwarts' first mermaid graduate. She put it out of her mind, the spell that had done this to her—it wasn't hard, since she had basically forgotten it as soon as she'd read it. And she tried not to care too much about it. Considering how dangerous it was, it might even be one of those spells that could disappear right off the page, as far as she knew.

Romilda feigned a lack of worry, too, although Morag noted how much more often Romilda joined her in the library, and, if Morag needed a book from the Restricted Section, Romilda would have Pince get it now. Morag enjoyed Romilda's overprotection, and she appreciated that, despite all that had happened, the teachers had decided not to revoke her access to the collection.

Romilda tried peeking at some of those books, too—it only made sense, because she was in her sixth year and beginning to study to become an Auror—but Morag never let her glimpse enough. Romilda, like Morag, could be brash and a little reckless, and Morag didn't want to see the younger girl land herself in even worse trouble than Morag had.

And trouble it was. At first, for a long while, everyone had assumed gills was where the spell stopped. But that wasn't the case, for Morag now had to cast a Heating Charm on all of her assignments to dry them off before turning them in, because her hands were now always slick with…with something. She'd first thought she now profusely sweated, but, whatever the substance was, it was a bit sticky, a weird sort of secretion.

Romilda noticed it, too, but said nothing. She sometimes would reach over and poke the back of Morag's hand, but the secretion never disgusted her. Whenever Morag tried to pull away—she didn't want Romilda's hands sullied with the substance—Romilda would just place her hand over the older girl's, pat it, and keep Morag's hand still.

This was Morag's only solace.

She meant to tell the teachers about the new side-effect, but it kept slipping her mind. Her attention would be caught by the suits of armor and their weapons instead or by Romilda's radiance (which she still couldn't explain as anything but having really fallen in love for the first time). So Romilda informed the headmistress for her, but, again, what could the teachers do but observe?

Where Morag's mind wandered to her disastrous change of events, some part of her still held on to her despair, believing that maybe this was a new way to die. But that part of her—the remaining human part, unbeknownst to her—grew quieter and quieter as March came along, promising rain to wash away the snow.

"I wish it would rain soon," she began to say to Romilda.

Romilda would glance at her, frown, and reach for her hand to hold it.

"I wish it would rain soon," she began to whisper to Padma in their dorm in the middle of the night.

Padma would pretend she didn't hear anything.

I wish it would rain soon, she began to think in the middle of her classes.

She was quiet these days, and it was almost as if everyone forgot about the mermaid in their midst. She could still pull information from her head, and she passed her tests and such, but the more information she regurgitated onto parchment, the more information fell out of her head and the more her mind wandered, and she began to daydream.

She wanted to swim, she'd muse, even though the ice hadn't fully thawed yet. But she wanted to swim nevertheless, and she regained her appetite little by little, eating only fish and vegetable dishes nowadays. She wanted to swim and swim badly, and her legs seemed to wake up at this notion, and they wanted her to swim, too.

After all, what other explanation was there for her being unable to walk to class anymore?

It happened suddenly, walking Romilda to Gryffindor Tower when her legs gave out. Romilda screamed, drawing Hermione and Sally-Anne and a few other lions from behind the Fat Lady's portrait, but Morag could care less.

She wanted to swim. She wanted to collect shiny things, things that pleased her. She wanted to learn how to use weapons because magic wasn't going to do her a whole lot of good underwater if she wanted to keep trespassers away from her things.

And so Morag MacDougal's mind began to deteriorate.

Morag could no longer attend classes. She developed webbing between her toes, and the secretion on her hands arrived in near downpours on her legs so that, if she tried to walk, she would make squelching noises and would leave a slippery trail of footprints behind her. But the trail was never long, because she began to take fewer and fewer steps before giving up walking altogether.

She now had her own cot in the Hospital Wing for as long as the school year lasted, and the teachers would come and give her lessons, and her friends would come by and try to do homework with her, and Romilda would come and visit her.

Only Romilda held her attention as the lion spoke about her day and told Morag jokes and smiled for Morag.

Even if fewer and fewer words of English made sense to Morag, Romilda's smile stuck out in her mind. That smile, those freckles, that radiance—Romilda was Morag's favorite shiny object, and a large part of her wanted to take Romilda with her into the lake, to hold on to her forever.

(But the human part of her feebly protested that that wasn't a good idea, not unless she wanted to murder Romilda.)

April arrived.

Morag no longer knew what months were, and so April didn't register with her. However, instinctively, she knew when the time outside the castle was right, and she grew fidgety in her cot.

"What is it, Morag?" Romilda asked her on a nice spring Saturday.

"I want to go swimming," Morag replied monotonously.

Romilda's eyes filled with tears, but she gave Morag another smile regardless. "…I know," she said quietly.

Morag's mind wasn't completely gone yet. "Why are you crying? Do you want to go swimming, too?"

The freckled witch swiped at her eyes. "I'm sorry, it's just… It's tragic," she muttered wetly.

The human in her decided to reply. "If losing your humanity counts, then I suppose it's a tragedy." But even the human part of her was giving up, and her statement came out sounding cold and harsh.

"If you go in the water—I don't think you'll come back, Morag."

Morag shrugged.

"I don't want you to be alone."

Her desire for her favorite object made her heart twinge a bit at seeing her favorite thing sad.

"Morag…I'd feel lonely if you were to leave."

Morag's humanity let her do one last kind thing. "Romy—don't die for me."

Romilda gasped and collapsed in a fit of tears on Morag's cot. Morag, for her part, patted the girl's back, but her mind was already outside swimming in the Black Lake.

After putting it off and some debate considering there was no solution, the teachers did a first and released Morag into the lake.

Her mother was there on that day towards the end of April, crying her heart out. She watched as McGonagall and Flitwick levitated a shallow tub, filled some with water and Morag, down the stairs and out the castle, past the grounds, and to the edge of the waterfront. They tilted the tub, and Morag pushed herself out, landing quietly in the water.

For Morag, it was refreshing. The water of the lake felt better than the Bubble Head Charm. Her legs had secreted a kind of scaly skin and joined, and her tail was nearly fully-formed. There was even webbing between her fingers now, and she looked more moss green than pasty white, her eyes large and dark, her hair like seaweed.

She swam around the edge, and her mother and teachers stood watching over her until the sun began to set. But, one by one, they filed back inside, Mrs. MacDougal last accompanied by Professor Sprout who promised to fix her a soothing pot of tea.

Morag swam in circles and kept popping her head up, expecting one more person. The sun almost set before she saw her.

Romilda ran down from the castle, panting, and she tripped, falling to her knees at the waterfront. Romilda gasped to catch her breath, and she made noises which Morag no longer understood.

"I just heard—I didn't know they were moving you today—"

Morag cocked her head to the side curiously, observing Romilda with her round black eyes.

"Morag, I'm so sorry—this past year—I just—"

The mermaid spun in circles. The water was calling to her, as were the other entities beneath the surface.

"I want you to know that I knew you liked me, and I like you, too, and I don't want this to be our final goodbye—" Romilda was crying.

Morag reached up, wanting to touch the water coming from Romilda's eyes.

Romilda held Morag's hand to her cheek. "Mor, luv, you wait for me. I'll find that damned spell, I will, I promise, and if I can't reverse what's happened to you, then I swear I'll join you. We'll be together again, I promise!"

Morag blinked and dropped her hand, and she started to sink beneath the surface.

"Mor! Morag! You hear me?! I promise!"

All that Morag heard were dull, hollow sounds like bubbles above the water. After all, all she understood were underwater screeches now, being a mermaid.

And Romilda, ever a brave lion and never a studious eagle, would never find the spell.

So…I don't know where I came up with this idea, but it was fun (though sad) to write, because I think I've only ever written a creature!fic once, and I'm still not sure it counts, *lol*. One has to wonder about the ability to transform oneself in such a way as this, though, in the HariPo universe. I enjoyed the lightness of the pairing, too, because sometimes even I don't want a story to be only about a pairing. It was also interesting to write a character's humanity fading away and seeing that in how her mind and thought patterns changed… Guess it goes to show you—don't hold on to your wand and read spells aloud when in the Restricted Section. :O Hope you enjoyed this, Jess! XD Different, huh?

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

2017 note: One of my fav fics, tho tragic, in a way. That final line rly does secure the ending and curtail the opportunity for a sequel, but I'm fine with that. This story's style was so unique that I don't think I would do it justice with a sequel. I'm glad there weren't many edits to make to this, returning to this 2 yrs later, but my final thoughts… I think the characterization here is p damn good. You come to know Morag well enough in a short amount of time, even in how you see her unravel… Eerie. :O

#hp #harry potter #morilda #morag macdougal #romilda vane #<7500 #romance #femslash #angst #fluff #au fic #rated: PG #trio era #3rd POV

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“The Smoking Goblet” || YEAR 3 – Ch.14 (HP au)

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Day posted: 8/25/2020

Word count: 3,776

Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)

Rating: E for everyone

Warnings: none

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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.

This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D

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Within the month Defense Against Dark Arts class had become every student’s favorite class, and Professor Lupin everyone’s favorite teacher. Even Heather had to give in and accept him as her favorite after he’d let her sneak her way to the back of every line when they practiced with boggarts. She made up for it during their Red Cap lessons, allowing him to use her for demonstrations around the little nasty creatures that liked hanging out wherever blood was spilled.

Draco, however, couldn’t miss a day to snicker behind Professor Lupin’s back about the state of his robes. Most Slytherins friends with Draco would join in on the bullying, but Professor Lupin and most everyone else would just ignore them. No one cared if Professor Lupin’s robes were old and frayed with patches that were coming undone, or that his clothes had little holes at the seams around his shoulders and cuffs.

From Red Caps they moved onto kappas, more creepy creatures except they lived underwater with webbed hands used for strangling those who wandered in their pond. He had brought in a murky tank with a single lilypad floating on top of the muck. The kappa had given Neville a real scare after he’d tapped the glass and woken it up.Everyone had laughed at Neville, but that was nothing compared to the torment he was facing in potions with Professor Snape.

After word had spread about Neville’s boggart, Professor Snape had been judging people’s potions harder than he ever had before. Heather was feeling like a total failure in potions now, and Neville could barely breath with Professor Snape breathing down his neck, making sure he was following the steps exactly as he had written them out.

Professor Snape assigned extra inches to the essays he had been assigning every class time at the mention of Professor Lupin’s name or boggarts in general, except to Draco and his band of loyal Slytherins who very publicly and shamed Professor Lupin at every opportunity.

It was very hard for Heather not to accept Professor Lupin had become her favorite teacher, and Defense Against the Dark Arts her favorite class.

Along with potions, Divination and Care of Magical Creatures were becoming everyone’s least favorite classes. The only people who liked Divination were the very few students who seemed to have ‘the Sight’ for it and constantly joined Professor Trelawney in extra readings and work during breakfast and lunchtime. A couple of Ravenclaws were now giving people readings and few Hufflepuffs giving others friendly warnings. The two Gryffindor girls Heather now knew as Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil had taken it upon themselves to give Harry advice every now and then to help him with his death omen. Heather found those two particularly annoying, more annoying than the only Slytherin giving out death omens.

Care of Magical Creatures was disliked in a very different way. Everyone who was friendly with Hagrid had to pretend to like learning about the very boring magical creatures known as flobberworms. Ron especially hated the flobberworms, reminding him of the slimy slugs he had upchucked last year after his failed hex.

Before the month of September ended, Draco and Heather received the very wonderful news that they had made it onto their team again. It turned out Marcus was stricter than even Professor Snape when it came to being captain of the Quidditch team. After giving Cassius a chance to try out with the beaters, he’d told him on the spot he didn’t make it and that next time he should ignore any teacher who got in the way of Quidditch.

Unfortunately, this meant Cassius was now extremely mad at Heather and had made a few attempts at cornering her in the common room but she had successfully dodged him and clung onto the unknowing Draco and Pansy for safety.

On the first day of October Marcus had called their first Quidditch team practice, telling them their new schedules and going over new tactics he’d thought of over the summer. Four times a week they met up to practice which just about killed Heather every day. Her muscles were so sore and tired constantly, she was going to bed at Dudley hours.

“No,” she groaned. She had been laying on the grass just outside the locker rooms waiting for Draco to come out.

He was standing over her with his arms crossed telling her to get up. “Let’s go already, Potter.”

She groaned as she sat up and held up her hand for assistance, which of course Draco ignored, choosing instead to nudge her with his foot. She stood and they walked together to the broom shed, talking about the most recent play they had practiced.

“They’ll have a hard time getting around us that way.”

Draco nodded. “The Quidditch cup is easy. We’re already the best in the school. It’s the House Cup that’s hard.” He looked at her with a frown, no doubt thinking about exactly why the House Cup was so hard to earn.

“I don’t control who Dumbledore gives free points to at the end of the year.” The grassy slopes were pushing Heather’s legs to their limit and all she wanted was to collapse on the ground again.

“You can control your stupid brother and his friends. Make sure they don’t do anything heroic that will give them any points.” Draco rubbed is hands together and gave her a sly look, “And I’ll make sure the Gryffindors lose as many points as possible.”

As they reached the castle entrance, Heather’s guilt was eating at her. She didn’t feel very good about being a part of Draco’s plan to lose the Gryffindors their points. It seemed extra mean, but she had stopped telling him off ever since they became ‘friends’ after Cassius tried hexing her in the charms corridor.

“And how will you do that?”

He shrugged. “I’ll think of something.” He slid his sling back on his arm as they went the long way to their common room, down the dungeon stairs passed Professor Snape’s office door.

They turned a corner and Heather almost smacked right into Professor Snape again, making her stumble back. He looked down at her and frowned. She could feel the hatred emanating off him. He looked at Draco and stepped aside.

“Draco, your father has asked me how your arm is doing.”

Draco clutched his arm. “It’s healing up, Sir,” he grinned.

Professor Snape raised his eyebrow, “Still in pain?”

Draco nodded. “It’s hard to reach for the Snitch during practices without feeling how much it hurts,” he pet his arm, “but I power through it.”

Professor Snape gave a slight smile. “How admirable. I’ll let your father know of the lasting damage you’re dealing with.” He frowned at Heather one last time and swept away into his office.

“Why was he coming from the common room?”

Draco shrugged, whispering the password and stepping in. Heather followed and saw the large giddy crowd that had formed around the notice board. Draco pushed people aside and Heather followed close behind him until she could see the paper that had just been pinned up.

The first Hogsmeade visit was October thirty-first all day until dinner time. Her shoulders slumped and she pushed her way back out and sat in one of the cushion puffs by the fire, drawing her knees up to her chin and wrapping her arms around them. She stared at the fire for a few minutes, trying to think of any way to get permission to go, but none that didn’t involve speaking to Professor Snape.

The next morning she was still moping next to Ron who was also extremely quiet during all of Herbology. She held the puffapod mouths open while he pulled out the pink sacs and handed them to Harry to squeeze the glass beans into Hermione’s wooden pail.

Hermione was the first to break the silence. “How’s Scabbers doing, Ron?”

“He’s hiding under the bed, shaking, after your stupid cat nearly gutted him.” He threw the sac a little too hard, missing Harry’s hand.

The pink sac burst on the floor and the glass beans started sprouting immediately on the little bit of dirt and dust on the floor.

“Weasley!” Professor Sprout cried out. “Clean that up before they grow lips!”

They headed to Transfigurations in silence and were about to line up when Parvati pushed aside a couple of Hufflepuffs to make room for a crying Lavender to come through. She was wiping her tears on her sweater while Seamus walked beside her, nodding at the muffled words she was saying.

Heather followed them as they joined the growing group of concerned Gryffindors around Lavender, Parvati, and Seamus.

“Lavender? What’s wrong?” Hermione put her hand on her shoulder.

Lavender shook her head and Parvati started explaining what had happened.

“She just got a letter from her parents. Her rabbit, Binky’s, been killed by a fox.”

Hermione looked back at them and bit her lip before turning back. “That’s awful. I’m sorry about that.”

“She was right! I should have known!” Lavender sobbed very loudly.

Harry gave Heather a weary look and poked Hermione on the back.

“Er�� Who was right?”

Lavender looked up at Hermione like she was missing the big picture. “Professor Trelawney! Its October sixteenth! She said the thing I would be dreading the most would happen today! I was dreading Binky dying and now it’s happened!”

Harry crossed his arms.

“Was Binky old?” Hermione couldn’t help pushing on despite Ron, Harry, and Heather trying to pull her back.

“No. He was… Only a baby!” she sobbed into Parvati’s shoulder.

“So then why were you dreading him dying?”

“Hermione!” Heather whispered, trying to get her attention.

Parvati glared at her and Seamus was shaking his head.

Hermione turned to everyone. “I just mean that he didn’t really die today. You’ve only just received the news of his passing. And you’re clearly in shock so it’s not like you were really dreading it too much – ”

Parvati gasped and Lavender glared at her behind watery eyes.

Ron pulled Hermione back and stepped in. “Don’t mind Hermione. Other people’s pets don’t matter very much to her.”

Hermione and Ron stared daggers at one another when the class door opened. They filtered in and Hermione took her seat at the front while Ron kept them in the back. The lesson went by like normal and before they knew it the bells were ringing and the lesson had come to an end.

“Excuse me,” Professor McGonagall held them up. “Gryffindors please stay seated.”

Everyone else filtered out and Heather decided to stay put as well.

“Please make sure to turn in your Hogsmeade forms before the thirty-first. No signature, no visiting the village.”

Neville’s hand floated up. “I-I think I’ve lost my – ”

“Your grandmother has already owled it to me.”

“Oh.” Neville went red.

“Ask her now,” Ron whispered to Harry as the Gryffindors were getting up.

“Ask her what?” Heather turned to Harry and frowned. “No! Don’t leave me here alone.”

Harry stood and looked at her gloomily. “It’s the only way to go.”

“Without me?” Heather stayed seated and crossed her arms. “I wouldn’t go without you!”

“He has to go! Its Hogsmeade Village!” Ron looked desperate. “I don’t wanna go alone!”

Hermione was standing behind them now. “You’ll manage just fine, Ron.”

Heather turned to her. “Does that mean you’re staying with me?”

Hermione looked away and wrung the strap of her bag. “Oh, well… Actually I was going to still go – ”

Heather rolled her eyes and turned to watch Professor McGonagall shake her head at Harry who sulked back to them.

“At least we still have the feast,” Hermione smiled.

They all glared at her and exited the classroom.

Halloween rolled around and Heather joined Harry in the Great Hall for mushy oats as Hermione and Ron assured them they’d bring back loads of sweets for them. They accompanied Hermione and Ron to the front entrance and watched them line up to leave. Mr. Filch was checking off names and Malfoy noticed them as they left.

“Hey, Potter!” he called out. “Not going? Afraid of passing the dementors?”

Several people laughed and all they could do was walk away. They decided to head to the library but got bored quickly, being just the two of them and needing to stay extra quiet because of Madam Pince.

“This is boring.” Harry scribbled tiny circles on the corner of his textbook. “Let’s go visit Hedwig or something.”

They got up and left, bumping into Mr. Filch and Mrs. Norris halfway down the entrance hall steps.

“And where do you think you two are going?” He bared his teeth at them.

“The owlry.” Harry replied curtly.

“The owlry,” Mr. Filch spat back. “Can’t fool me! Think I don’t know what you two are up to? Turn around and head back to your common rooms where you belong!” Mrs. Norris hissed as if to emphasize his command.

They turned around and headed up the stairs, getting off at a random floor and walking down the corridor with their heads hung low and arms crossed. They passed by several classrooms and kept walking until their names were called.

“Harry? Heather?”

They turned around and saw Professor Lupin leaning out of his office looking at them.

“Where are Hermione and Ron? You’re all usually together.”

Harry sighed, “Hogsmeade.”

Heather nodded, “We couldn’t get our permission slips signed.”

Professor Lupin nodded and drummed his fingers on the doorframe. “Why don’t you two come in? You can see the grindylow I just had delivered for next week.”

“The what?” Harry looked at Heather.

“Don’t you ever read ahead?” She shook her head at Harry who stuck out his tongue at her after Professor Lupin had disappeared back into his office.

They followed him in and looked at the creature in the tank behind Professor Lupin’s desk. It was sickly green and had long spindly fingers and sharp horns on its head. It made faces at them from behind the glass.

“Heather, why don’t you inform your brother on what this creature is.”

Heather smiled down at Harry who had taken the only seat. “It’s a water demon. They live in bogs and lakes and grip onto things very tight. Unless you want to be dragged down and drowned, you need to break it’s grip, literally. They have very brittle fingers,” she wiggled her fingers and looked back at Professor Lupin.

He smiled, “Precisely, Heather. Five points to.. Slytherin.”

She smiled and stuck her tongue out at Harry as Professor Lupin turned around to make them some tea. She watched him set the kettle next to the tank on some cleared off table space and tapped it with his wand. Steam shot out of it like an explosion, ready to serve.

“I figure you’re both tired of tea leaves, so how’s tea bags? Harry?”

Harry nodded, “How did you know about – ”

“Professor McGonagall told me about it,” he handed them each their teacups. “Not worried about all that, are you, Harry?”

Harry shook his head and looked up at Heather who knew exactly what he was thinking. She shook her head slightly and sipped her tea. The last thing Harry should do is go around saying he saw a death omen back home.

Professor Lupin saw their exchange and asked again. “You sure there’s nothing you want to tell me?”

“No.” Harry sipped his tea and then set it down on his desk. “Actually…”

Heather looked down at him.

“When we were doing the boggart exercises, I never got to practice… You stopped the lessons just before it was my turn.”

Professor Lupin pressed his lips together and nodded slowly.

“Why?” Harry pressed on.

He gave a small chuckle, “Well in all honesty I thought it’d cause a panic if Voldemort suddenly materialized in the classroom…” He looked at Harry’s surprised face. “Would it not have turned into Voldemort?”

Heather was surprised to hear him say Voldemort’s name so casually. Everyone else seemed to be too afraid to. She looked down at Harry intrigued.

He shook his head. “I thought of Voldemort at first… But then I remembered that… dementor… from the train and…”

She hadn’t realized Harry was actually afraid of the dementors. To her it was just something stupid Draco was saying, but maybe he had picked up on it better than Heather had. If that was the case, Draco was a lot more dangerous of a bully than she had previously thought.

“I’m impressed,” Professor Lupin set his tea down.

“Impressed?” Heather echoed.

“Dementors are nothing compared to Voldemort. So, fearing the dementors only shows you’re afraid of fear itself. That’s very wise, Harry. A true Gryffindor.”

Harry beamed.

Heather wasn’t quite understanding what was so brave about fearing what had clearly spooked him on the train. She was afraid of spiders and they are nothing compared to Voldemort, does that make her brave too? She felt Harry was just getting more special treatment and retreated to behind his chair, annoyed.

“You must have been thinking I didn’t believe you brave enough to face your boggart then?” Professor Lupin gave a weak smile.

Harry shrugged, “Well I just… Yeah…”

There was a sharp knock on the door.

“Come in,” Professor Lupin called out.

The door opened and Professor Snape stood in the doorway, looking at Heather and Harry with a frown. He was holding a large goblet very carefully to his chest, which smoked faintly. His eyes narrowed at them as he turned to look at Professor Lupin.

“Severus. Thank you. You can just leave that here on the desk for me.” Professor Lupin cleared out an area and pointed at the spot expectantly.

Heather watched Professor Snape creep inside slowly, careful not to spill the liquid smoking inside the goblet. He stood back, facing them, and let his eyes wander over to her and Harry, glancing back at Professor Lupin.

Professor Lupin looked down at the goblet and back up at Professor Snape. “I was just showing them the grindylow.” He pointed at the tank behind him.

Professor Snape stood watching him. “Fascinating.” He kept watching him as Professor Lupin folded his hands in front of him. “You should drink it before the smoke’s gone out.”

Professor Lupin looked at them and back at Professor Snape. “Thank you, Severus. I will.”

“The rest of it is in the cauldron is in my office. I’ve made extra… should you need it.” Professor Snape continued standing there, eyeing him.

Heather’s curiosity was getting the better of her and she wanted to ask what the potion was, but she wasn’t sure how personal it was. She decided not to ask.

“Thank you – I’ll likely be taking more tomorrow – Again, thank you… Severus.”

Professor Snape’s brows pulled down in a frown again and his eyes glanced over at Heather and Harry again. “Not at all.”

Possibly the awkwardness had finally been too much because not soon after he backed out of the room, very watchful and unsmiling. Heather watched him reach for the doorknob without taking his eyes off Professor Lupin, until he started pulling the door closed when his eyes met hers before closing the door.

She had never seen Professor Snape like that, and there was something in his eyes that had urged her to ask about the potion, but she couldn’t. She didn’t want to be rude in front of her new favorite teacher.

She looked down at the goblet and back up at Professor Lupin.

He smiled. “Professor Snape’s very kindly concocted my potion for me.” He laughed, “I’ve never been much of a brewer…” He picked up the goblet and sniffed it, shuddering. “If only sugar didn’t make it absolutely useless.”

Harry was on the edge of his seat as Professor Lupin drank the liquid, almost gagging. “But… Why?”

Professor Lupin set down the unfinished goblet. “Oh, I’ve just been feeling a bit… off color. And this is the only thing that helps with that. I’m very lucky Professor Snape works here, seeing as not many master potioneers would be up for making such a complex potion.

Heather was growing more intrigued. Was Professor Snape really that good? She suddenly regretted not trying as hard in his class lately, even if he was being particularly vindictive as of late.

“Snape’s very interested in the Dark Arts!” Harry blurted out.

Heather stared down at him confused but he avoided her eyes and stared directly at the goblet that was still smoking on the desk.

Professor Lupin looked at Harry with an interest. “Really.”

Harry nodded, “Some people think… well – that he’d do anything to get the Defense Against Dark Arts position.”

Professor Lupin nodded, and drank the rest of the contents, banging the goblet down and trying not to make a face. “That was unpleasant.” He stood up and headed to the door, opening it. “I should get back to work. I’ll see you both at the feast later.”

“Alright.”

Heather pulled Harry up and dragged him out with her. Professor Lupin closed his door and she pulled him away.

“Why would you say that? You don’t know if he likes the dark arts? And so what if he wants the position? Maybe he really wants to teach everyone how to defend themselves!” She wasn’t sure why she was so heatedly defending Professor Snape who had spent the last two months yelling at every student, but she did feel something for any Slytherin constantly being painted as some horrible person.

Harry crossed his arms. “Snape’s evil. He could have poisoned that goblet then! Everyone hates him for a reason.”

Heather scoffed. “He’s my favorite teacher. And just because Voldemort was a Slytherin doesn’t make everyone else evil like him! …And Professor Lupin didn’t even care to believe you.”

“That’s because he doesn’t know him.”

She wanted to hit him and stormed away instead, heading down the stairs and to her common room.

She sat down on a cushion and crossed her arms and legs. She decided she wouldn’t let a few months of hard potions lessons change her mind, even if it was just to spite Harry. She had a few hours before dinner and decided to catch up on her potion studies at one of the desks.

“Only a few hours until Hermione and Ron come back with treats,” she told herself. “Just focus on the feast.” That calmed her down and she was able to get to studying just fine, pushing Harry out of her mind.

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eseult · 5 years ago

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Name / Age / Timezone / Pronouns: sam, 24, est & they/them.

Describe yourself using a piece of media (a song title, a tv show character, a vine, a gif, a meme – you name it!): oof. that’s a tough one, considering the fact that i mainly consume one (1) piece of media a year ( on repeat ) ergoiejrgioerjger. but hmmmm...... i went through my about tag and like...... these five posts lowkey sum me up ergoijergiojerg: 1 2 3 4 5 + extra

Introduce the character you’re applying for: lucy weasley, nerd extraordinaire, big fan(tm) of both muggle medicine and wixen healing, hopeless romantic, family person, lovely human being trying to make sense of everything but having quite a lot of difficulty doing just that right now. lucy’s probably my favourite next gen era character to play? i’ve only played her twice before (well...... not technically twice because this version of lucy i’ve only played once before and honestly she’s evolved a lot since then so..... once would be more accurate. if that.) and i just!!!!! adore her!!!!! she loves her family!!!! really admires her parents!!!!! adores molly!!!!! would do anything for her cousins, aunts, uncles, auncles, grandparents, etc. a great friend too!!!!! sensitive af, though. naturally anxious. dreams big, but also nightmares big (nightmares big? idk what words i’m looking for but this is not it ergoijergioerjogeroji basically she has big dreams but big nightmares too). confident about certain things, but really, really not about others. can be a bit of a know-it-all. can speak english, french & a tiny bit of russian. why russian? she found an old muggle book about the language at a muggle secondhand bookstore and liked the cover so she read it. ok so i literally don’t know if we were supposed to just give the character’s name or expand on who they are so....... i’m gonna stop now just in case ergoijeroigjerjoiger.

Are there any canons, face claims, or surnames that you’d love to see here at The Revenant? oh my, so many. i’m going to stick with the basics for a second and say that if molly ii, percy & audrey are all taken, i’ll be like....... the happiest bean. but also, the rest of the weasleys/potters/delacours? because i love family dynamics? i’m not even going to get into faceclaims because i cannot restrain myself when it comes to those, but as far as surnames go i always LOVE zabinis, parkinsons, bones(es?), PATILS, creeveys & shacklebolts!!!!! but also, like, muggleborn ocs....... ocs with surnames that weren’t in the series....... all 100% chef’s kiss!

Do you have any wanted connections for your character that you’d like to shout out? lucy’s a hopeless romantic, so like, people she can have had or currently have crushes on? would be so fun because she’s going to be hilarious when she has a crush on someone. but! most of all i really, really want lucy to have a best friend? like whose best friend is also lucy? like, best friends who’d do absolutely anything for each other? best friends who consider each other family, and whose families consider them family too (unless lucy’s best friend has a crappy family ofc)? just...... a super strong friendship!!!!! that is full of platonic love!!!!!!! i would cry of joy, but in like, a super good way!!!!!

What are you most excited for?: oof....... everything? sarah’s like........ the best admin i’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting and i know she’s going to come up with amazing plot drops/events/tasks/etc and even if there weren’t any just the world building and lore and other things that are already part of the roleplay are just?????? so amazing????? that i feel like it’s going to be a hell of a lot of fun. plus, i CANNOT wait to write with all of you and get to know new people and see various interpretations of canon characters and meet original characters and be fascinated with semi canon characters!!!! and let’s be real i’m also THRILLED that i might get to play lucy again because she’s one of my favourite characters i’ve ever played and i’m just!!!!!!! so excited!!!!! for everything!!!!!! also i’m like highkey eyes emoji at what’s going to happen with the prophecies like i am SO curious

#rev talk #sam does talk tags #that's gonna be a tag now but i doubt i'll participate in many other talk tags ergierogijergoeri #but like hi yall!!!!!#im nervous about posting this but also so excited that i couldnt wait ergoejrgjergjergoijer #also roryglimore's my main and this is a sideblog so i'll be reacting to your posts through that blog!#so please don't think i'm ignoring you i just ergoiejrgoijergoijerjogiejerg

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blucsuede · 5 years ago

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still not vibing with posting an open starter because i like plotting a little first! if you’re looking for a new writing partner, like this or messge me! i’ve got some specific things under the cut but we can also make up something new together!

my muses, for reference. i can also make more, the world is our oyster. also HERE are my wanted opps

MUSES I WANNA PLAY:

JOSEPH – he’s my little affectionate, family man, tech ceo tony stark rip off that has a lot of love to give but no one to give it to. i’d love an angsty, pining kind of love for him. maybe reuniting with someone he knew/dated in the past! or, throw me a ‘falling in love with my assistant’ plot.

ADAM – i feel he’d work so well in a supernatural verse. i want to play him as a doctor vampire (carlisle cullen but make it fashion). perhaps in a local mysterious doctor falls in love with town sweetheart.

ESRA – throw me some best friends to lovers plots for esra. he’s a broody but very kind and respectful man that would probably fall for the girl always by his side, he just doesn’t know how to say that, so he’s stuck being a pining, confused baby about it.

SEBASTIAN – he’s a nerd and i want a plot for him where he’s the cliche tutor that falls in love with the girls he’d tutoring, even though she a million and one times out of his league. she teaches him how to let loose and he teaches her stability.

JUDE – my favorite character to play. she was always raised feeling a lack of affection and needs someone to ground her and make her feel loved. if you like age gaps, throw your older muses at her! or your criminal muses: anyone she can be a ride or die for.

ELLE – the most affectionate and soft bean in the entire world, also gets herself into trouble because she feels the need to protect everyone. a best friends to lovers plot may not be what she needs but it’s def what she deserves.

LAILA – she’s your basic average desi girl who would do anything for her family and lives under a weight of pressure. she’s sassy, feisty, and wild, but sometimes too prude to do anything about it. i’d love a celeb/non-celeb plot for her where she falls in love with a celeb and her whole life gets twist turned upside down.

SAFIA – she’s cute and nice but is also really cutthroat and stubborn. i’d love for her to fall in love with someone she’s not supposed to for the angst of it, since she’d have a lot of moral conflicts. or just have someone cute that’s her best friend that she loves (can be unrequited)

RAMONA – sweet angel baby who teaches art to children and plays video games/streams. i’d love a long-distance relationship plot for her where they meet on the internet and then meet up eventually!

PLOTS:

other generic plots that aren’t character specific: celebs on the same show/movie/music group, exes reunited, childhood friends reunited, literally any kind of forbidden romance but especially if it’s because an age gap or cultural differences

verse related: in the harry potter verse i’d love to play out ron x hermione or i’d love to use padma patil // got universe throw your jon snows at me i love him sm // marvel i’d die for tony stark, bruce banner, peter parker, carol danvers, gamora

#indie rp #open rp #1x1 rp

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drvikaspatil · 3 years ago

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littlesixxwrites · 3 years ago

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The Right Moment

A little Bean fic for 2022. Chapter one is below and continued beneath the cut.

Blaise hated going out with his friends.

Not that he hated his friends; quite the contrary, they were always there when he needed them. (Blaise hoped they would say the same of him.) As the four of them sat in a charming little restaurant on the west side of Horizont Alley, Blaise looked around the table to see each of his friends with lives that bore little resemblance to his own.

They were each thirty-three , Bastien newly so with Blaise’s thirty-fourth birthday fast approaching. Draco was deeply in love with his wife, though she��d taken ill recently. They were still deciding whether to send Scorpius to Beauxbatons or Hogwarts the following year. Theo was a stay-at-home father whose wife ran the largest distillery in the country. Tracey’s bourbon was a staple in any decent bar. Bastien had only just received his apothecary license and was preparing to open his own business, financed by Blaise. He’d somehow managed to do that while dating then marrying Padma Patil.

Stability.

For some reason, it always hit home when they had lunch at this particular restaurant. It was quaint and cozy, but open. The tables weren’t too close together, the service was always good, and the food was even better. The noonday sun streamed in through the windows and gave everything a pleasant glow. It was the sort of warmth Blaise craved, yet never managed to find for himself.

He spun a water glass between his fingers, lost in thought. His friends all had stable lives with people they loved, while Blaise was “the holdout.” His bed was always warm, but it never lasted. He worked constantly to ensure that wheel continued to turn. The only thing worse than fighting for companionship was not fighting for it. Blaise couldn’t imagine living life alone.

“OI!”

“Hmm?” Someone pulled Blaise out of his melancholy musings. “Were you speaking to me?”

Bastien nodded to him and said, “I asked if you had anything to share with the class.”

“Not particularly.”

“What were you thinking about, then?”

Blaise wondered, “Are you ever bored?”

“Not really an answer to my question.” Bastien frowned. “How do you mean?”

“You come home to the same woman every night. There are places you frequent and order the same three things on an alternating basis. You wake up every day and know the job you need to do. I am wondering, do any of you get bored of it?”

Theo jumped in with, “Speaking for me, now that the twins are at Hogwarts I find a lot of time to do things for myself. I grew a garden so I can make Trace a fresh dinner when she gets home after a long day. We take vacations when we can, and I’ve been getting back into inventing. Had to give it up once Tracey’s business took off, and I finally have time for it again. So … No. I’m not bored.”

“Candidly, I don’t know how much time Astoria has left.” Draco twisted his napkin between his fingers before saying, “Scorpius and I spend as much time with her as we can, and I make damn sure none of it is boring. We all deserve more than that.”

“If I’m ever bored of Padma,” said Bastien, “then I give you all full permission to punch me in the face.”

Blaise sighed heavily and admitted, “I am bored.”

He was met with a confused silence.

“I want the stability you lot have. I want to be there for someone the way you are there for your wives. I want to know I am coming home to someone. I am tired of being this person, of finding different men to fuck every week. It is exhausting and doesn’t make me happy anymore. Truthfully, I don’t think it ever has. I am too fucking old for this shit. I want to be happy.”

“So … ?” Theo asked, “You want a husband?”

“I don’t know!” Blaise groaned. “A boyfriend, a husband, someone … I want someone.”

Bastien guessed, “You want to stop the cycle. You want the same someone every night.”

Blaise nodded.

“I was in your shoes three years ago. You work for a quick shag then do it all over again any time you want to feel needed. What I found with Padma is someone who needs me just as much as I need her, not any more or any less. We balance each other well and I trust her. You want to stop working to attract men, and you want to work for one man, work to keep him every day for the rest of your life, yeah?”

“I think the rest of my life is a bit of an overstatement, but that seems to sum things up.”

Draco said, “You are gorgeous, obscenely wealthy, and you cook. It shouldn’t be difficult to find you a decent date.”

Theo offered, “The manager of that one shop in Diagon Alley isn’t bad-looking, maybe he …”

Blaise didn’t hear another word. He caught sight of Harry Potter three tables down, having a meal with Neville Longbottom. Blaise hardly spared them a thought; between them was a familiar face he couldn’t quite place. Blaise’s heart did a little flip and his stomach seemed to cave in on itself when the man glanced his way. He caught the man’s gaze for just a moment before glancing over to Bastien.

“Do you see Potter and Longbottom at the table over there?”

Bas nodded and asked, “Why?”

“The man with them, why does he look familiar to me?”

“That’s Dean Thomas. He was in your year at school.”

Was it? Dean Thomas was different from what Blaise remembered. He had the same tight curls, but the beard was new. Had he always been attractive? And those kind eyes …

Blaise quickly glanced back toward Dean and asked, “Is he married?”

“He’s been married to Finnegan for, what, seven or eight years, now?”

“Oh.”

Blaise deflated. Dean caught him looking again, but Blaise didn’t look away. Dean Thomas held his gaze for far longer than he should’ve, and Blaise felt himself blush. Why wasn’t Dean looking away? Any respectable married man would have known not to indulge that look. Blaise stood up and said,

“I’m going over there.”

Theo insisted, “Oi, you can’t go over there to flirt with a married man!”

“I will flirt with whomever I like,” Blaise replied. “Whether he reciprocates is up to him.”

Before anyone could convince him otherwise, Blaise walked over to Longbottom’s table. He half-shouted, “Neville!” from a couple metres away. Longbottom stood up, smiled, and shook his hand.

“What are you doing here?”

“My friends get together once a week to talk about their lives and give me shit for being single.” He raised his voice on that last bit, just to ensure Dean Thomas knew where he stood. “Why are you here?”

“Harry and I are taking Dean out. He has felt a bit low the past few days. Finalized his divorce papers last week, and it has been a rough go.”

Blaise’s heart did another flip.

“Oh?”

“Mhmm,” Potter grinned and sipped some of his water. “What Neville means to say is you don’t need to feel bad about eye-fucking Dean from across the room.”

Dean Thomas groaned, “Sometimes you don’t need to say the quiet part aloud.”

“Quite alright,” Blaise assured him, “I only came over to get a closer look. You don’t disappoint.”

Dean’s face began to turn a delightful shade of red. He started sputtering words, unable to complete a full sentence.

“I’m not looking … for anything … right now … Not that you’re not, you know, worth looking at. I like looking at you.” Dean squinted his eyes shut for a moment and grumbled, “Fuck.”

Blaise smiled softly and asked, “Are you nervous?”

“What I meant to say was I just dropped off my divorce papers. I’ve been single for about five days and while I do like looking at you the way you’re looking at me, I’m not …”

“Ready?” offered Blaise.

Dean nodded.

“Then I will wait.”

“You’ll what?”

“I will wait until you are ready to begin something that doesn’t end with quite so loud a bang.”

Dean teased, “’Who’s to say I don’t enjoy a hot, explosive bang to end a long day?”

Blaise only just managed to keep his heart from leaping out of his chest. Dean Thomas was flirting with him. God, Blaise had never been nervous around a date, and he hadn’t even asked Dean out yet. He lowered his voice and said,

“In my experience, if you want something to last it requires a slow, consistent effort. After a long day, I’ve found a quiet climax can be just as explosive.”

Potter laughed so hard he choked on his water. Blaise turned to him and said,

“Try not to drown yourself, Harry. It would ruin the mood.”

“Apologies, the water glass and I reached our explosive climax.”

“Right!” Neville hastily interjected. “Is there anything else, Zabini?”

“I do have business to discuss with the Board of Governors about my donation. It seems none of it went to temperature control for the Slytherin dormitory as promised. Please let them know my Galleons may find their way to Beauxbatons, where all dormitories are kept at a reasonable temperature.”

“I will pass it along.”

Blaise shifted the conversation again to, “Dean Thomas?”

“Zabini?”

“May I have permission to keep looking at you?”

Dean nodded and the blush on his cheeks deepened.

“I’d like that.”

“Good.”

Blaise turned around without saying goodbye for fear he would jump across the table and snog Dean senseless if he stood there a second longer. He walked back to his chair and couldn’t keep the smile off his face. Theo asked,

“What the hell was that?”

“He is newly divorced.” Blaise laughed and shook his head. “It might be mad to say, but I am going to marry him if he lets me.”

“Five minutes ago you were worried you’d never find anyone,” said Draco, “and now you are already planning a proposal.”

“He isn’t ready yet. He asked me to wait, so I will wait.”

“You are going to wait for a date?” Bastien pressed the back of his hand to Blaise’s forehead and asked, “Are you ill?”

Blaise swatted him away.

“No, and I think this is good. I think that, perhaps, there is work I need to do in my own life before Dean steps into it. I will be ready for him when he is ready for me.”

“The universe really dumped the perfect man in your path, eh?” asked Theo.

“You have to put things out to the universe for it to know you are ready.” Blaise chanced a glance over at Dean, who jumped a bit when Blaise caught him staring. “I was waiting for the right moment, and he feels right.”

.oOo.

Two months later, Dean received a letter reminding him of his tickets to a show in Helga’s kitchen the following week. He went out with Harry that afternoon and tried to tamp down the anger in his chest as they browsed the shelves at Flourish and Blott’s.

“I went over today, only to find that Shea has already picked up the tickets!” Dean whisper-shouted, “He doesn’t even like the theatre! Says there’s not enough action and too many blokes in tights.”

“He is only doing it to irritate you.”

“And he knows how to do it so very well.”

“Look, you hurt his pride. You initiated the divorce—”

“He cheated on me!” shouted Dean. “What about my pride, Harry? What would you do if you came home to find your husband of seven years with his cock in someone else’s mouth? He broke my heart and he humiliated me. Divorce was the only option.”

“Seamus knows that. He knows he made a mistake and is trying to irritate you into making a mistake of your own. I’m not saying it’s right, I am just saying don’t let him get to you.”

Dean began taking books off the shelf to read the summaries on the backs.

“There were two tickets.”

“Sorry?”

“I had two tickets for us, and he took both. He’s already got someone else.”

“Dean, he had someone else while you were married.”

That hit like a punch to the stomach. Dean placed the books back on the shelf and asked,

“What did I do wrong?”

Harry assured him, “Nothing.”

“I know sex can be repetitive after seven years of marriage, but I never thought I was bad at it.”

“I don’t think sex was the problem.”

“Then what was?” asked Dean. “What was I so bad at that he felt like he needed someone else to compensate? Because through all of this, I have never gotten a goddamn answer.”

“Look, you’re a good-looking man with the kindest heart any of us could ever hope to know. You have a solid career, great friends, and Seamus felt that he needed you more than you needed him. It’s not right, it’s wrong on every level, and Seamus is only trying to prove that he doesn’t need you.”

Dean tossed his hands in the air and admitted, “I hate that he has made me so bitter.”

“Then show him he hasn’t. Get another ticket and go by yourself. Enjoy the things you love and prove to Shea that he can’t take it away from you.”

“Maybe.” Dean kicked at the floor with the toe of his shoe. “Switching topics, I can’t get Zabini out of my head.”

“He hasn’t dated anyone in awhile.”

“No? I thought he was a flavor of the week sort of bloke.”

“Maybe,” Harry offered, “he finally found a reason not to be.”

“Men as gorgeous as Blaise Zabini don’t settle down with recently-divorced men who look like me.”

“I actually think you’re quite handsome.”

Dean turned around and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Blaise leaning against the bookshelf.

“What the—are you following me?”

“Hardly. I’d been here a half hour when you two started shouting. Heard ‘mouth’ and ‘cock,’ which is usually a conversation I like to be involved in.” Blaise paused as his eyebrows knitted together. “I don’t remember you being so tall in school.”

“I didn’t hit 6’5 until I was twenty-one.”

“I see.” Blaise nodded toward Harry. “Has anyone told you that you make a decent wingman?”

Harry replied, “I like to do my part for the sad, lonely bastards in our community.”

“I think ‘sad’ is a bit of a reach.”

“Wait,” Dean realized, “did you bring me here because you knew Zabini was here?”

“You said so yourself,” Harry replied, “you can’t get him out of your head.”

“Right, but …” Dean blushed. “I always manage to say the wrong things around you.”

Blaise insisted, “You say the most honest things around me, and I would hate for you to stop.”

An idea popped into Dean’s head just then. It was a bit mad, certainly ridiculous, and yet … He couldn’t help himself. Zabini was charming, confident, and incredibly gorgeous. Whatever was between the two of them, Dean wanted more of it. He asked,

“Do you like the theatre?”

“I do.”

“And you like me?”

“Even more than the theatre.”

Dean laughed.

“My wedding anniversary would have been next week.” Dean paused for a moment and winced. “November 14th.”

“I am sorry that he hurt you,” said Blaise.

“Better now than ten years from now. I won’t waste my life on someone who is looking for love elsewhere.” Dean awkwardly cleared his throat and said, “We had tickets to a show together, to celebrate. I bought them a month before the divorce and he picked up the tickets today. Harry suggested I go anyway to prove he won’t ruin the things I love, and I would like for you to come with me.” Dean quickly added, “If you like.”

“Dean Thomas …” Blaise’s eyes lit up. “Are you asking me on a date?”

“Yes. I am asking you out.”

“I meant it when I said I would wait until you are ready.”

Dean insisted, “I am ready.”

“I do not want you to think that—”

“Zabini.”

“I heard you say you believe I have ‘flavours of the week,’ and I understand why you have that impression. However, I do not intend to treat you that way. This feels different for me, and if this is a one-off—”

“Blaise.”

“—or something you plan to do twice, maybe even go for a third round, I have no interest in it. This is important to me, somehow.”

“Then come with me and prove how important it is,” said Dean.

“Okay. I will meet you a few blocks away, and we can walk together?”

“That sounds perfect.”

Blaise breathed a soft sigh of relief and agreed, “It does.”

.oOo.

“This is the fifth robe you’ve put on.”

Blaise tossed his hands in the air and admitted, “I have no idea what he likes.”

“You, obviously.” Draco stepped behind Blaise and into the closet. He flipped through the hangers of dress robes and said, “You don’t pull out your best outfits for the first date. You said you’re going to the theatre?”

“Ernie Macmillen’s written a new play. It’s a satirical retelling of Romeo and Juliet in the world of ‘The Warlock’s Hairy Heart’ and early reviews are brilliant.”

“I may take Tori to see it if it’s worthwhile. The theatre is a place where we can enjoy something together, you know? She doesn’t need to expend much effort, but we still get to go out and be around people. Astoria loathes being cooped up in the manor.”

“I am sorry to have asked you for help with this.”

“Why?” asked Draco. “I’m your best mate, and the most fashionable of your three options. Not to mention the only other one of us who is attracted to men. Really, Blaise, I was the only proper choice for this.”

“I have finally found someone I could fall in love with, yet you are experiencing the precious last years with your wife. We are at separate points of the same journey, and I feel a bit guilty on the happier end.”

“Don’t. There was a time when I believed I would not see the age of eighteen, and fifteen years on I couldn’t be happier. Astoria will be here for as long as she can be, and I will carry her memory with me the rest of my life afterward. Tori and I understood from the beginning that she wouldn’t have a long life. Our only goal is for her to see Scorpius off to Hogwarts; she would hate to miss it.”

“If you ever need anything, I am here for you,” Blaise promised. “Always.”

“Just as I am here for you in this hour of need.” Draco pulled out a deep blue dress robe with black velvet accents. “This is your winner.”

“Do you truly believe that?”

“Absolutely. The trousers hug your bum perfectly and it is suitable enough for the theatre without being pretentious.”

Blaise teased, “You have known me long enough to see I am always pretentious.”

“Astute observation. I stand corrected.” Draco handed the robe to Blaise and asked, “Do you believe Dean Thomas is the man you want to be with long-term?”

“I do.” Blaise smiled sheepishly and played with the cuff of one sleeve. “I am no stranger to sexual chemistry, that crackling in the air when I find someone I intend to take home. Dean is completely different. When I am around him, the air is lighter. Everything is softer and I have never felt anything like it. But when he said I am a ‘flavour of the week’ sort of man, it broke my heart to know he saw me that way.”

“He had good reason to.”

“Which is why I am frightened of making a mistake tonight. I want Dean to feel like there can be a future with me.”

“He is a good man.” Draco looked down at the floor, ashamed. “My parents kept him in the cellar for over a month and he forgave them without question. He even forgave me for my part in it. How anyone would ever cheat on him is beyond my comprehension, and if Dean Thomas will see anything in you, Blaise, it will be your honesty. You don’t hide from people, especially those of us whom you love. Dean probably needs that now more than ever.”

Blaise offered him a weary smile.

“Thank you for saying that.”

Draco shook off the moment and said, “Seriously, your ass looks amazing in those trousers.”

.oOo.

Dean had chosen to wear his second-best date outfit. He’d never gotten it out for Seamus because they never went anywhere worth wearing it. Matching plum-coloured corduroy trousers and blazer, paired with a black turtleneck and leather boots.

“It’s a bit much for a first date.”

Harry and Ginny were sitting on the couch in Dean’s living area. Dean spun around so they could get a full view, even though he planned to change his outfit yet again. Ginny stopped him and said,

“This is perfect for a first date. It’s just posh enough for Zabini while you still look like you.”

Dean asked, “Does it truly look like me?”

“I’m not sure how much your clothes play into anything. Having seen you and Zabini together,” said Harry, “I won’t be surprised if the two of you end up shagging in the loo during intermission.”

“Seamus was never much for flirting while everything about him was quite literally smoke and explosions. Blaise is the opposite. He has a quiet confidence about him that I like.”

Ginny tried to be gentle when she said, “It does seem like you are bouncing back a bit quickly.”

“My mum says, ‘When you know, you know.’ And I know that no one has ever made me feel the way I feel when Blaise is looking at me. I never felt safe with Seamus, while Blaise is unashamedly who he is. That self-assuredness makes me feel safe in a way that is completely new. He speaks his mind, even when it means admitting he was eye-fucking me from across the room. I don’t want to keep Blaise waiting, and I don’t want to keep myself waiting.”

Harry asked, “What do you plan to do if you see Seamus?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“This date isn’t about him; this date is about me enjoying a play written by my friend. If my ex-husband happens to see me on a date with Blaise Zabini, then he can enjoy the bloody view.”

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Everyone seems to be struggling with their Sopophorus beans. Hermione’s is jumping away from her, Ron almost launches his at Harry’s face but he moves out of the way at the last moment.. hitting Katie in the back of the head instead.

Dottie gets so fed up with it she flips her knife and starts violently stabbing at it. She and Neville share a laugh when it launches across the room right into Slughorn’s awaiting hand, before ultimately backing away from Neville’s potion when it starts bubbling.

“How did you do that?” Hermione suddenly asks, drawing their attention to her and Harry.

Harry squeezes his bean above his potion. “You crush it, don't cut it.”

“No, the instructions specifically says to cut.”

“No, really.” Harry nods, glancing back at his book causing Hermione to pick up her own and squint at her cauldron.

Across the room Seamus’ potion explodes, no surprise there. One of the Patil twins’ potions turns into green slime and jumps out of her cauldron. And poor Hermione’s hairs gone all fluffy.

Dottie holds her chin in her hands, pouting at her cauldron with a glare. “I hate it. I hate it so much.”

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Kidney Stone Diet: What to eat and what to avoid?

Kidney stones are rock-like substances which are formed when Calcium combines with chemicals, such as oxalate or phosphorous, in the urine and get concentrated. This forms stones of the size of a grain, pea or as big as a ball. Smaller stones get passed through urine, but larger stones are difficult to pass and hence remain in kidney. But we can avoid the problem of kidney stone by making simple changes diet.

What to eat and drink?

If you’re trying to avoid kidney stones, what you eat and drink is as important as what you shouldn’t eat and drink. Here are some important rules of thumb to keep in mind.

1. Stay hydrated : Water helps to dilute the chemicals that form stones. Hence you should drink more water. Drink minimum 12 glasses of water.

2. Up your citrus intake : Citrus fruits like lemons, oranges and grapes and their juice, helps to reduce the formation of stones due to naturally occurring citrate. Hence include these fruits in your daily diet.

3. Eat lots of calcium (and vitamin D): Calcium can help in deterring the formation of substances which can develop into stones in the digestive tract. Hence to increase calcium level include calcium rich food to your diet. Good sources of calcium include milk, yogurt, cottage cheese, and other types of cheeses. Vegetarian sources of calcium include legumes, calcium-set tofu, dark green vegetables, nuts, seeds, and blackstrap molasses.

Also make sure to include foods high in vitamin D each day. Vitamin D helps the body absorb more calcium. Many foods are fortified with this vitamin. It’s also found in fatty fishes, such as salmon, egg yolks, and cheese.

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List: The Best Chicken Names — A to Z

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GOOD CHICKEN NAMES (in alphabetical order):

• Abby • Abednego • Adele • Aflac • Albert • Amelia Egghart • Angel • Angelica • Anna • Annie • Antonina • April • Astrid • Aurora • Autumn • Ava Chanel • Avaleach • Bandit • Batgirl • Beaky • Beakster • Bean • Beatrice • Beethoven “Lil Miss B” • Bella • Belle • Belmont• Benipe • Benny & Joon • Bernice • Betsy • Birdie • Billie Jean • Biscuit • Black Beauty • Blanche • Black Betty • Blue • Bluebelle • Bob, Not Bob & Robert • Bongo • Boomer • Bread & Butter • Breakfast • Brownie • Buck • Buffalo Wings • Buffy • Burger • Buttercup • Butterfinger • Buffy • Bunny • Cammi • Caribou • Carl • Caruso • Cecelia • Charlie • Charlotte • Cheek Cheek • Cheeky • Che r• Chickeel O’Neil • Chicken Patty • Chipmunk Extra Toes • Chippy • Chips & Cheese • Cholula • Cinnamon • Cinnamon & Sugar • Clairetta • Clarabelle • Clarisse • Clover • Cockadoodledoo • Coco • Coconut • Colton • Cookie • Cookie & Cream • Cookies & Cream • Copper • Cornbread Jones • Cotton • Cowie • Cracker • Crooked Toes • Crossy Road • Crow • Cupcake • Cutie Pie • Daisy • Daliah • Daisy Duck • Delta • Dixie • Dolly • Dorothy • Dory • Dottie Kay • Drumstick • Duck Duck • Duckie Momo • Duckiegirl • Duke • Dusty & Bunny • Earth, Wind & Fire • Easter • Edith • Edna & Elle • Egger • Eggy Sue • Elphaba • Ella • Elsa • Elvis • Emily • Ena • Ester • Esther • Ethel • Etta-leghorn • Eugene • Fancy Boy • Fancy Feet • Farrah • Featherfluff, Featherball, & Featherywhite • Fiesta • Flash • Fleeker • Fleur • Flo • Floyd Frizzles • Fluff • Fluffy • Fluffy Butt • Flutters • Former Penguin, The • Franchesca • Francine • Frank • Franny • Freckles • Gabrielle • Ginger • Girlie • Gladys & The Peeps • Glenda • Goldiboks • Goldie • Gossie • Gracie • Grace• Grey • Gumdrop • Handsome • Happy Feet • Hartley-Rose • Hay Hay • Heddy • Henny & Penny • Henny Penny • Henrietta • Henry • Honey & Butter • Hoot • Hope • Huey, Duey, & Louie • Inky • Iris • Jacqueline • Jasper • Jewel • Jo • Joan • Jolene • Juan • Judy B Jones • Junebug • Junior • Kate • Katie Scarlet • Katy • Ken • Kiev • Kira • Lady • Ladybug • Larry, Moe & Curly • Lash • Laverne • Layla • Lay Verne • Lemon • Leonie • Lil’ Peeper • Lime • Little Maggie • Littles • Livean • Liza • Logan • Lola • Lorettie • Louise • Lucille • Lucille Ball • Lucy • Lulu • LuluBocko Brahma • Luna & Star • Madea • Madison • Mae • Maggie May • Maisy & Daisy • Maple • Margarita • Marge • Marigold • Marsala • Mary Ann • Mary Poopins • Matilda • May • Meg • Melissa • Memphis • Merecy • Meshach • Michelle • Midnight • Millicent • Millie Justice • Minnie • Miss Prissy • Mohawk • Mohawk Extra Toes • Molly • Moo Shu • Mother Clucker • Mrs. Hughes • Ms. Speck • Muffin • Muffs • Mumble • Meena, Myna & Moe • Nani • Napoleon • Nebucadnezzar • Netty • Nightstorm • Nilly • Nugget • Nutmeg • Nellie Anne • Oakley • Olive • Olivia • Omelet • Opal • Ophelia • Owlette • Pancho & Cisco • Panda • Parmesan • Paula Dean • Peach • Peanuts • Pearl • Pebbles • Pecky • Peckster • Pee Wee • Peep • Peeper • Penelope • Penny • Penguin, The • Petite • Phoebe • Phoenix • Piccata • Picket • Pinecone • Pinky Pie • Pipsqueak • Polka & Dot • Popcorn • Posey • Potpie • Princess Leia • Puff • Pup • Qawi • Reba • Red Wing • Reese & Puff • Remington • Rene • Rhonda • Roberta • Robin • Rose • Rosey • Rosie • RosieLilly • Roxanne • Ruby • Ruffie • Ruggles • Ruth Layer-Hensberg • Salt & Pepper • Samantha • Sand Piper • Sassy • Scarlet • Seven • Shadow • Shadrach • Shirlay • Silky Boy • Skitters • Skittles • Smalls • Snicker & Doodle • Snooki • Snow White • Snowy • Sophie • Spangler • Speedy 1 & 2 • Spitzy • Spice • Spike • Squirt • Star • Stella • Strider • Sugar • Summer • Sunny • Sunshine • Susie Q (Curly) • Sweet Pea • Sweetie • Tamar • Tetrazzini • Three Amigos • Tikka • Tillie • Tinsy • Tips • Tom & Jerry • Toto • Tulip • Thomas Train Engines: Annie, Clarabell, Emily, Henrietta, and Rosie • Vanilla • Velvet • Vera • Veronica • Vigorous • Vinny • Violet • Wickles • Wilhelmina • Wilma & Betty • Winny • Winston • Xana the Warrior • Yeti • Yeti & Yoda • Zigster • Zippy

Fun Comments About Good Chicken Names:

• My hens will be named after famous chicken dishes: Marsala, Piccata (or Peckata ), Tikka, and Potpie. If I get a rooster, he would be named Kiev. — Evie Kuran Dieck

• We had three chicks hatch a week and a half before Easter, so we call them the Three Amigos. They made for fun pictures of my granddaughter & niece for Easter also. — Jamie N Ryan Debons

The Three Amigos — Jaime N Ryan Debons

Novalynn, Jadelyn, and The Three Amigos — Jamie and Ryan Debons

• I have about 35 but started naming the most friendly. Right now we have Dempsey, she was injured at birth by another brood hen. Then Dottie, our blue splash Marans. This one pictured is Opal, our little Aloha hen. We also have: Spike, Bongo, Wickles, Velvet, Daisy, Pearl, Peanuts, Violet, Skitters, Ruffie, Puff, Mohawk, Nilly, Fancy Feet, and Littles. — Sheila Bishop

Opal — Sheila Bishop

• Three of the first four I got were named after the Schuyler sisters in Hamilton … Angelica, Eliza, and Pecky (Pecky is a play on the actual name of the 3rd sister, Peggy) and the 4th was named Dawn by my daughter, the next two were named after the Patil twins in Harry Potter … Padma and Parvati, but Parvati was soon found out to be a cockerel, so his name changed to Pavarotti; the next two were named Velma and Daphne from Scooby Doo, but sadly we lost Daphne to a hawk. I’m getting 4 more this Spring to complete my backyard flock and I’m hoping to stick to literary names! — Jessica Lancaster

• I’ve got 13! Amelia, Beatrice, Lucy, Ethel, Mrs. Hughes, Ms. Speck, Dorothy, Blanche, Rose. The other four I’m letting friends and family name and they haven’t decided yet. I’m about to name them after some favorite book characters if they don’t get with it! — Lori Worcester

• Out of 12 we have named a few. We have a Rhode Island Red named Lucy, after Lucile Ball of I Love Lucy, another Rhode Island Red named Ginger who is best buds with a Plymouth Barred Rock named Mary Ann, both named after the lovely characters of Gilligan’s Island. Then there is Nugget, he “or” she is an Ameracauna. — Eduardo Cabello

• Two Light Brahmas named Salt & Pepper. One Black Cochin and one White Cochin named Glenda (the white one) and Elphaba (black one). My Easter Eggers names will be Dorothy and Toto. — Tina Rogers-Higgins

• Chicken Patty, Henny Penny, Mary Poopins, Edith, Edna and Elle. — Corice Boyer

• Princess Leia. She doesn’t lay many eggs but hangs around the nest boxes a lot keeping order so her nickname is “The Janitor.” — Steve Tomashek

Princess Leia — Steve Tomashek

• My dinosaur obsessed five year old named our new three Blue, Charlie, and Delta. He calls them his pack of raptors. — Sarah Goodwin

• This year our new chicks are Shadow, Nightstorm, Angel, Summer, Ginger, Rosie, Bandit, Jewel, Pearl, Ruby, and Franchesca. Last year’s survivors are Anna (Elsa was killed by a neighbor’s dog), Thorn, Blackbeard, and two Barred Rocks with no/super fluid names. Our original flock are Prudence, Goldilocks, Snow White, Perry, Lulu, Henrietta, Napoleon. And roosters are Drumstick and Mr. Wattles. Can you tell I have kids? Ha Ha — Malissa Cline

• Roberta (after my husband), Henrietta, Ruby, April, Amelia, Ophelia, Clairetta, Red Wing, and Matilda who turned into Matthew once we learned he is a rooster! — Jamie Frazier-Olson

• Carl, Samantha, Juan, and Aflac! Juan is in the front. (The only one we can tell apart because of the light beak) Also, Juan might be Juanita! Started to hear quack sounds today. — Ashley Marie Rettig

Carl, Samantha, Juan, and Aflac — Ashley Marie Rettig

• I have three roosters named Bob, Not Bob, and Robert. Only two of the girls have names, Red (my Rhode Island Red) and Black Betty (Barred Rock) all the others are just Hey “Ladies.” — Heather Herendeen

• We have Benny & Joon, Wilma and Betty, Stella, Lola, Miss Prissy, Pj’s, Coffee, Teeth (the last 3 were named by our 5 year old), Yeller and Whitey (both named by our 3 year old). — Desi Becht

• Only named one of the 8 so far. Turns out she is blind. I named her Tillie. — Kelley Jane Kloub

Tillie — Kelley Jane Kloub

• Phoebe, Molly, Dixie, Penelope, Grace, Charlotte, Amelia, Coco, Olivia, Kate, Sophie. — Kathy Hansen Mulready

• My four kids ages 11, 9, 7, and 4 named ours: Vigorous, Peckster, Pep, Pipsqueak, Vinny, Cross Road, Picket, Freckles, Cockadoodledoo, Tips, Beakster, Robin, Beaky, Scarlet, Ruby, Cowie, Cheeky, Pebbles, Drumstick, Clover, Mae, Penny, Tinsy, Zippy, Smalls, Merecy, Zigster, And our ducks: Duckie, Momo, Daisy Duck. — Amber Marie Wert

• Ken and Seven (# of toes!) Pictures here. Not seen are Gumdrop, Posey, Muffs, and Belle. — Meg McCreary Youngblood

Ken and Seven —Meg McCreary Youngblood

• Our ducks are Duck Duck and Ginger. Our chicks are Pup, Pinky Pie, Sweetie, Brownie, Sugar, and Spice. Named by my five and six year olds. — Kelly Hughes

• Buff Orpingtons are Bread and Butter. Light Brahmas are Vera and Francine. With my other hens the flock is known as Gladys and the Peeps. — Lucille Gardner

• Fluff, Emily (my 4 year old’s idea), Dorothy, Blanche, Popcorn and Moo Shu. — Emily Powell

• Cookie and Cream, Henny and Penny, Minnie, Daisy, and Clarebelle. — Sharon Krouse Miller

• Snicker and Doodle, Salt and Pepper, Dusty and Bunny, Luna and Star, Honey and Butter, Cinnamon and Sugar, and Sunny … we got a little carried away. — Sherri Grant

• Our Buff Orpington is Sunshine; Blue Ameracauna is Bluebelle; others are Sweetpea & Ladybug. — Gaylene Taylor Davidson

• Napoleon is my rooster, than Xena the warrior, she steals worms from the others, Katy, Gabrielle, Omelet, Annie, Oakley, Laverne and Petite. — Diane Zapka Christensen

• Vanilla, Cinnamon, Nutmeg and Ginger. — Irma Hladek

Vanilla, Cinnamon, Nutmeg and Ginger.

• Judy B Jones and Cupcake, named by my daughter. — Britni Davidson

• We have: Joan, Iris, Ester, Lucille, Ruby, Roxanne, Avaleach, Melissa, and Rosey. — Brenna Nicole

Joan, Iris, Ester, Lucille, Ruby, Roxanne, Avaleach, Melissa, and Rosey. — Brenna Nicole

• My current girls are Ethyl, Veronica, and Buffy. Previously: Biscuit (Leghorn), Cholula, Fiesta, Margarita, (Aracaunas), and Penny (Rhode Island Red)

• My kids named the buff Elvis and the leghorns are Huey, Duey, and Louie.

• My Red Star is Ruby. I have two Buff Orpingtons named Birdie and Betsy. My Four white Plywood Rocks are Ashley, Abby, Madison and Ruth Layer-Hensberg. — Rebecca Joy

• We got two adding to the group. Our first rooster we named Henry and Etta-leghorns (like Henrietta). — Dana Alexander-Brown

• We have speedy 1&2, we also have happy feet (chick was born with a deformed leg) and several others we have not named yet. — Jennifer Thompson

• We just got a Katie Scarlet, BlueBelle, Millie Justice, Effie Mae, and a Liberty Belle. — Shannon Briles Kana

• Dunkin (The Yorkie), Nugget (Top), Gossie (Left) and Bean (Right)! — Nicole Contos

Dunkin, Nugget, Gossie (Left) and Bean — Nicole Contos

• I have Panda, Cheek Cheek (my two year old named her), Nani, Goldiboks, Reese and Puff, and Dory. — Jessica Ogle

• I have four chicks named Jo, Meg, Rhonda, and Clarisse. Our granddaughter loves them! — Julie Sorenson

Jo, Meg, Rhonda, and Clarisse — Julie Sorenson

• Michelle, Junior and Belmont — Suzanne Morrell Crutcher

Michelle, Junior and Belmont — Suzanne Morrell Crutcher

• Miss Prissy, Peepers, Lucy, Sunshine, and Scarlet. We love them. — Glenda Szoka

• I quit naming after the first year. When I have nearly 100 birds… there is no keeping that straight. — Smantha Martin

• Cracker, Muffin, Cookies and Cream, Memphis, Phoenix, Ruffles, Hartley-Rose, Snowy, Black Beauty, GC, and BB. — Alyson Jayne

• Dottie Kay, Nellie Anne, and Ava Chanel (Ava cuz I love my truck – avalanche and both are black). — Robyn Smith-Demeuse

• Named my girls after my great, great aunts… Henrietta (Rhetta), Sophia (Hia), Matilda (Tilda) and Wilhelmina (Mina). — Heidi G. Malin

• Franny, Netty, Junebug, Bella, Winny, Snooki, Chippy and Jacqueline. The whole family got in on the naming process. — Bonnie Rolfes Duffy

Franny, Netty, Junebug, Bella, Winny, Snooki, Chippy and Jacqueline. — Bonnie Rolfes Duffy

• Amiga, Crazy Dot, lil’Peeper, Squirt, and the Barney’s. Who knows if they will stick. — Jody Eubanks

• My son named ours the bantam is flash the RIR is Supergirl and our Plymouth is Batgirl. — Kimberly Flenory

Batgirl and Supergirl — Kimberly Flenory

• Adele…. because she never stopped chirpin. — Aimee McGlinchey

• Amelia, my Cuckoo Maran. — Kathy Hansen Mulready

Amelia — Kathy Hansen-Mulready

• Anna and Elsa…guess who has a granddaughter! — Rivkah B’racha

Anna and Elsa — Rivkah B’racha

• We have 10 girls, most have boy names though. Our girls are Nebucadnezzar, Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego, Strider, Hay Hay, Benipe, Hope, Charlotte, and Marge. — Tricia Sengul

• My boys named our Silkie/Sultan X’s (from back to front) Yeti, Cotton, and Lash. Lash had buff colored fluff over eyes at birth. — Jennifer Fox-Malechikos

Silkie/Sultan X’s (from back to front), Yeti, Cotton, and Lash — Jennifer Fox-Malechikos

• Lacey the Golden Lace Wyndotte; Goldie the Buff Orpington; Pearl the Silver Grey Dorking; Easter the Cream Legbar; Chickaletta the Silver Laced Cochrin. — Sarah Haly

• I named each batch of new arrivals out of new friends I had made! But roosters were always Handsome. — Cecile Jordan

• Buttercup and Fluffy Butt, named by a 3 year old. — Linda Terrell Nunes

• Copper, Edith, Bernice, Aurora (after Shirley McLaine’s character in Terms of Endearment), Ella, Pepper, Henry, Olive, and Antonina — Anna Atwell

• My girls are Minnie, Daisy, Clarabelle, Owlette, Dorothy, Rose & Blanche. — Miranda Craig

• Crooked Toes, Chipmunk Extra Toes, Mohawk Extra Toes, The Penguin, and The Former Penguin — Jes Marie Stark

• Rosie and Ginger, RIRs; Summer and Autumn, Wellsummers; Stormy and Puff (Cochins) — Lauren Linares

Rosie, Ginger, Summer, Autumn, Stormy, and Puff — Lauren Linares

• Mary Poopins — Spruce Ledge Farms

• Caruso (may or may not be a pullet), Rene, Leonie and Kira. Have one more opera singer to go! — Judy Biller

• Sam and Ella. (Y’know, “samanella”) — Christie Fletcher Munsell

• Jasper and Cammi — Jim Desjardins

• Sweet Pea — Dana Adkins

Sweet Pea — Dana Adkins

• Belle — Miranda Holland

Belle — Miranda Holland

• We named her Hoot. — Cheryl Foster

• Louise — Jodi Vaske

• Susie Q (Curly) — Eliza Hoffman

Susie Q (Curly) — Eliza Hoffman

• Penelope, Daliah, Marigold and Beatrice — Lindsay Mc

• Chickel O’Neill, Bocko Brahma, Omelet — Sarah Spiegel

• Fleeker, Boomer, Flo, Chips and Cheese — Ang Joh

• Caden’s duckling is named Frank! — Sue McNaughton

• Hens: [Australorp] Madea; [Buff Orph] Girlie; [3 Red Sex Links] Lucille Ball; [Random brown dotted hen] Pinecone; [White something] Snow White; [Bantam Chick ] Cher; [female mallard duck] Duckiegirl; [indian runner duckling pair] Pancho & Cisco. — Carie Jarrell

• Albert

Albert — Nichole Langmeyer

• Our last lot were named Burger, Tikka & Nugget. — Melinda Maclay-Ross

• Inky, Heddy, Cotton & Blue. — Robyn Grace Jennings

• Polka and Dot, Maisy and Daisy, Pearl, Buck, Lorettie, Dolly — Billie Jo Maedke

• My Easter Egger is named Bunny. — Linda Marie

• Mother Clucker, Ruby, Mumble, and Flutters. — Amanda Bland

• My kids named ours Featherfluff, Featherball, and Featherywhite. — Sarah Ritchie

• Olive, Ginger, Sunny, Lulu, Cookie, Gracie, Pearl — Ana Crowley

• Fluffy — Karen Atteberry

• Layla, Jolene, Cecelia, Maggie May, Billie Jean and Roxanne — Jen Next

• Tom, Jerry, Egger, Midnight, Yedi and Yoda — DeeDee Bricker

• My four chicks are, Ena, Meena, Myna and Moe. — Loretta Aranha

• Cecila, Floyd Frizzles — Deborah Young

• Esther, Tamar, and May — Kimberly Gunlock Walter

• Stella, Crow, LuLu, and Clover — Mandy Hopper

• Farrah, Sassy, Spike, and Pee Wee. — Kathy Barnett

• Larry, Moe, and Curly — Donna Grayson

Larry, Moe, and Curly — Donna Grayson

• Maple — Jennifer Orme

Maple — Jennifer Orme

• The Chicken Nuggets: Amelia Egghart, Eggy Sue, and Henrietta. — Emily Samms

Amelia Egghart, Eggy Sue, and Henrietta — Emily Samms

• Chica Poo Poo’s: Dolly, Reba, Lucy, Bella, Violet, Winston, Remington, Caribou, Ruby — Teri Foster

Dolly, Reba, Lucy, Bella,Violet, Winston , Remington, Caribou, and Ruby. — Teri Foster

• First play date outside. Penelope. — Erin Carlson

Penelope — Erin Carlson

• Iris — Angelina Turnbull

Iris — Angelina Turnbull

• Our boys love Thomas the train so our girls are all Thomas the Train engines: Annie, Clarabell, Emily, Henrietta, and Rosie. — Deanna Poehlman

Annie, Clarabell, Emily, Henrietta, and Rosie — Deanna Poehlman

• My 3 girls named Buttercup, Tulip, & Violet.

Buttercup, Tulip, & Violet

• Pekin babies named Little Maggie, and Panda. — Jane Germain

Little Maggie and Panda — Jane Germain

• Easter Eggers for Easter named Sunshine and Lady. Sunshine is the lighter yellow and Lady is the one with her eye liner on, her roots done and her Beak is always yapping! — Stephanie Klein

Sunshine and Lady — Stephanie Klein

• The Newcomers: Eugene a Silkie, Logan a Silkie, Livean a Belgian Mille Fleur, Fleur a B. Mille Fleur, Millicent a B. Mille Fleur, and Spangler a Silver Sebright. — Esther Grummet

• Arg Matey! Bethoven, “Lil Miss B.” — Jamie Schreck

• Owl or chick??!! Meet Hoot. We thought she looked so much like an owl we named her Hoot. — Rachel Lindsey

Hoot — Rachel Lindsey

• Skittles — Brittany Sullivan

Skittles — Brittany Sullivan

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List: The Best Chicken Names — A to Z was originally posted by All About Chickens

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