Sorry but I’m just not going to pay attention to some of the bad kids’ canon heights. Some of them are listed as too damn tall (and Gorgug has 100 percent grown since freshman year) so have 80 million headcanons
Like you’re telling me Riz is supposed to be 4’4”?? That’s a tall ass goblin! That’s too big to be reasonably carted around on the others’ shoulders, no no, I’m making the executive decision to draw him as 3’9” - 3’11” from now on and you can’t stop me. I’d give him another inch or two by college and that’s it.
Kristen being 5’11”? NAH She’s 5’6”. BIG 5’6” energy right there.
Adaine and Fig didn’t have their heights listed on the wiki but I’m thinking Adaine is 5’10” and Fig is 5’4”. Or Fig is also 5’10” ish and takes after Gorthalax idk but I’m leaning towards short Fig.
Fabian can actually stay same as canon at 6’1”. Maybe grow an inch or two since freshman year but honestly his still works. He’s a year older than the others, prolly grew a little earlier and plateaued early-mid sophomore year, half-elf youth look and all that. I think he lied in introductions freshman year and was about 5’11” - 6’0” and grew over the year before the others could notice the discrepancy.
And Gorgug. Gorgug. You’re telling me he reached 6’4” in freshman year and didn’t keep growing?? Mother fucker he has to have hit at LEAST one growth spurt since, puberty does not hit that early in boys that he was done growing at 14/15. I’m thinking 6’8” or so by Junior Year so far, maybe another couple inches before graduating, maybe not.
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day 18: muggle vs. magic
pair: Draco Malfoy x reader
summary: Draco’s fascination (or confusion) with Muggle-borns could lead to some interesting dynamics
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Draco had always been a little perplexed by Muggle-borns. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but the way they grew up without magic—without the simplest charms or spells—fascinated him. And now, as he sat with you by the Black Lake, the curiosity in his eyes was undeniable.
"Wait," Draco said, turning to face you fully, "you’re telling me you had to walk all the way to school every day? No broomsticks? No Floo Powder?"
You laughed, shaking your head. "That’s right. We had these things called cars, but I usually just walked."
Draco blinked, his mind struggling to process the image of you, as you were now, casually strolling down a street with no magic whatsoever. To him, it sounded like a completely different world. One he couldn’t fully wrap his head around.
"That sounds... barbaric," he muttered, his brow furrowing. "How do you—how did you even get by?"
You smiled warmly at him, amused by the genuine confusion in his voice. "We managed. But honestly, seeing how wizards live? It's like magic could make life so much easier."
Draco smirked at that. "Of course it does. Let me show you something." He pulled out his wand, twirling it between his fingers with ease. “You might know this already, but I think it’s still a bit above what you’d do in class.”
He raised an eyebrow playfully, watching as you leaned closer, a spark of anticipation lighting up your eyes. "Hold out your hand."
You extended your hand, and with a soft flick of his wand, Draco cast Orchideous. Instantly, a bouquet of delicate, colorful flowers bloomed in your palm, the petals soft and shimmering slightly in the sunlight.
Your eyes widened with delight, and Draco watched your reaction closely. He couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride at how enchanted you looked.
“They’re beautiful,” you whispered, touching one of the petals with awe.
Draco’s gaze softened. He reached over, gently brushing your hand with his as he adjusted one of the flowers in the bouquet. “Simple spell, really. But…” His voice dropped, becoming almost teasing. “Not bad for a Muggle-born, right?”
You rolled your eyes, grinning. “Not bad at all.”
For a moment, the two of you just sat there, the cool breeze of the lake rustling through the trees, the flowers in your hand dancing in the wind. Draco was quiet, but you could see something stirring in his usually sharp, guarded expression.
“Do you ever wish you’d been born into a magical family?” Draco asked softly, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.
You shook your head. “No. I like the way I grew up. But… I like this too,” you added, holding up the flowers with a fond smile. “Both worlds are special in their own ways.”
Draco blinked, taken aback by your answer. He had never really thought of it that way before. To him, magic was everything. But watching you, seeing how easily you embraced both worlds, something inside him softened even more.
Without thinking, he plucked a flower from the bouquet and carefully tucked it behind your ear. His fingers lingered, brushing against your cheek in a way that made your heart skip.
“I suppose,” Draco murmured, his voice low as he leaned closer, “I’ve always underestimated how magical Muggle-borns could be.”
You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, the warmth of his words sinking in. "Flirting with me, Malfoy?" you teased, trying to keep your voice steady.
Draco smirked, his gray eyes gleaming with mischief. “Maybe a little,” he admitted, though his gaze was soft, almost affectionate.
The two of you sat there, closer now than you’d been before. The flowers between you seemed to glow brighter, a little bit of magic lingering in the air around you.
And maybe, just maybe, Draco was starting to understand that magic wasn’t just about spells and wands. Sometimes, it was something much more... human.
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