#competition muggle AU

[rockingrobin69]

Trick or treat! 🎃🍂🍁

(I wanted to do a cauldron emoji because I was myself a cauldron of potions to my daughter's witch this year, but alas, none available)

Oh my god you went as a CAULDRON! That's too cool! Here's a treat just for you. Unfortunately we ran out of cauldrons in the AU making too.

Step... up

It’s a series of steps, meticulously calculated to a rhythm: somehow meant to look graceful and effortless when it’s anything but. Step, twirl. Step, jump. Stiffen in his arms, force yourself to un-wind, to loosen up: step, step, stop.

He’s panting, but he’s grinning, and he’s looking at you. “Better, Potter.” Coming closer. “That was at least a passable attempt.”

How does he make it seem so—you feel your own cheeks grow warm and telling. It’s like he was made with this in mind, the elegant curve of his legs and the jut of his hip, the way he walks is half-dance. His smile is something else, is like music, distant and alarming, makes your blood boil. Makes your heart jump. Twirl. You think you’d be able to memorise the steps a lot better if he weren’t so—ugh.

“Come on, we’ll run it again.” His hand is right under your nose. How does even his sweat smell good? You might be losing your mind. “Potter? Still with us?”

Unclear. You clear your throat and the answer’s still not there. “I’ll get it eventually,” you spit, a promise and a plea. A threat. You think. But Malfoy’s still smiling.

“Of course you will,” and you don’t even think he’s being an arse. “I never bet on a losing horse.”

That’s what you are to him, you remind yourself, and harden around it. A horse, a bet. You bet he does smile at horses just like that, before he uses them. Rides—you think you wouldn’t much mind to be used. You think, stop it, and also, ugh, just, enough. If only he weren’t so bloody beautiful.

“Come,” with a hint in his voice you can’t decipher, a touch of maybe uncertainty. “You do want this, don’t you? I’m not wasting my time?”

You don’t have to think about it. “Of course I do.” The whole thing, the lights and the focus, the trophy and the prize money you need too badly. Want… that smile on Malfoy’s face that you think might be coming more and more often, that you think might be a secret. A treasure, something too valuable for the old centre with the foggy mirrors, with the stained mats and the bad lighting.

“Good,” he grins. “If you want it, come and get it.”

It’s always the challenge that draws you to him. This dance, this routine, this—excuse—this whole thing is between you two right now. A series of steps, and a future you can almost-see, so clearly it’s nearly touchable, sharp on the tip of your tongue. Step, twirl, step, jump. You finish the set, and Malfoy’s smiling.

[neverenoughmarauders]

James: you’ve got to beat the sat nav!

Sirius: you’ve got to beat the sat nav!

Both: WE’VE GOT TO BEAT THE SAT NAV!

[kquil]

JAMES POTTER | NO MORE HOCKEY PLAYERS!

REQUEST. : I think this might be too vague but can I request IceHockey!James x Reader angst with fluffy ending. I'm acc in love with the way you write him 🤍🤍 ⏤requested by anon

LENGTH : 1.9k

TAGS : modern au ; muggle au ; ice hockey player james potter ; enemies to lovers? but not really? ; enemies by association to lovers? ; protective james potter ; precious reader ; oc!andrew ; reader in a bad relationship ; james being the knight in shining hockey gear ; angst with fluff ending

WARNINGS : toxic relationship ; mentions of mistreatment in a relationship

You knew what was coming. It was something you were used to seeing, to dealing with in the two years you’ve been dating Andrew. As captain of the Ice Hockey team at Imperial College London and playing the Right-Wing Forward position, he was oftentimes compared to his more prominent, more celebrated counterpart, James Potter. 

James Potter was the Ice Hockey captain of his team at UCL and also played the Right-Wing Forward position. Through this similarity, they were often compared and Andrew was beyond irritated by the fact. Irritated and fed up. James never appeared to mind the comparisons, however. In fact, he took it in stride because, in his eyes, the results of a fair game will put the constant equating to rest. 

Andrew was passionate about the sport, he really was, his position as Captain was evidence of that dedication, however the constant comparisons in his ear made him highly aggressive on top of his already present anger issues. It wasn’t like this in the beginning, he was once very sweet and caring towards you, aware of your needs and was as much of a best friend as he was your boyfriend. Yes, you weren’t exempt from the occasional disagreement or shouting competition but it’s been so much worse as of late. 

Just a couple of months ago, he lost a game to James’ team and finally snapped to the point that he managed to make the usually grinning and charming James Potter flush red with anger and commenced a screaming match that inaugurated an infamous rivalry between the two. That one win against him was also the tipping point for all the whispers comparing the two to sharply peak in favour of James. Now, there was always an undertone of James being viewed as the better one of the two. More charismatic, more diligent, more empathetic, more resilient, more consistent, more respectable… more handsome. All of which fanned the flames of your boyfriend’s anger until it reached dangerous levels. 

The matches against them were, now, much more exhilarating but also much more aggressive. It frightened you the first time you saw them play against each other after that horrific encounter the previous game. This wasn’t a good display of sportsmanship. They were like two lions going after each other’s throats, pushing and shoving and colliding at top speeds, baring their teeth menacingly but neither side conceding defeat – they refused to surrender; one had to fall for the other to rise. It was horrifying to witness. You worried for Andrew but you also worried for James. They were both equal in brawn and stature so anything could happen to either side and they weren’t the least bit shy in making their belligerent intentions known. Bruises and sore limbs were expected from the sport but you feared that something more serious could be anticipated in the conflict between the two. 

Your heart was almost ready to burst out of your chest when each game began and ended. It didn’t help that you were a frequent witness to Andrew’s harsh criticism towards his own team. Due to his frustrations and boiling anger, he demanded more of himself and, by extension, demanded more of his teammates as well. Many times, you tried to remind him of the fact that he wasn’t going about disciplining or encouraging his team in the right way. A familiar confrontation once became a huge fight that his teammates had to get in the middle of, worried for you, who they had come to think of as part of their own and, vice versa. Gradually, his support from the team dwindled, which meant that, during his combative encounters with James in the rink, he was slowly being left on his own with no one to assist him. He was playing at a higher risk each game and it hurt you to watch. Your love might have dwindled during Andrew’s self-destructive tirade but that didn’t mean you didn’t care for his well-being. 

The result was inevitable. Owing to the lack of support from his own teammates and having to counter James’ antagonistic plays by himself, Andrew’s anger and jealousy grew and grew. It was a slap to the face when, at every re-match, his self-sabotaging behaviour led to James and his team’s victory. It was predictable, even for you, but you supported Andrew through it all. 

At the end of the match, Andrew sulked in the locker rooms while the rest of the team hurried away, disgruntled by their captain’s pathetic plays, selfish agenda and mistreatment towards them when pinning all the blame for their loss solely on their lack of collaboration when, truly, he was the only one to blame.

“It’ll be okay, Andy–” 

“Shut up!” his roaring shout bounced off the walls of the empty locker room. His voice echoed with mourning, betrayal and burning hot rage. It made your shoulders tense from the rising tension. 

“Andrew, the way you’re acting i-it isn’t right–!” you tried to reason with him despite his hulking form and much larger frame intimidating you. He didn’t even have to look into your eyes for a shiver to run down your spine; the slamming of his locker door, the throwing of his clothes and the reckless handling of his equipment was enough to make you flinch each time. 

“YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TELL ME WHAT’S RIGHT OR WRONG!” he argues through clenched teeth, pushing the locker room doors open and letting it swing back, almost hitting you as you scurry up behind him. 

“Well, you should, at least, try!” In a moment of bravery, you puff out your chest and glare at him, your eyes shining with thinly disguised disappointment and fear. He wasn’t like the Andrew you knew at all… this horrible, violent person was nothing like the Andrew you fell in love with two years ago, “I know you can be a great captain but you’re running yourself and your own team into the ground! Learn to put your ego aside for once!” 

“WHY YOU!-- WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO LECTURE ME?!” his large hand raises and comes swinging down. It’s too late to react, you can only pinch your eyes closed and wait for the impact to come with clenched teeth. 

“WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO HIT HER?!” 

The hit never came. Instead, your eyes snap open to stare in shock at James Potter gripping the wrist of your boyfriend and pushing him away as he tucks you behind him. Too shocked at the situation and the sudden appearance of your boyfriend’s counterpart, you can’t help but just gape at the situation. 

No no no! This isn’t meant to happen! You should have left the argument in the locker room! 

“She’s my girlfriend! Dipshit!” Andrew snarls and tries to reach for you again but James steps in the way, blocking your view. He’s a solid mountain between you and your irate boyfriend. For the first time in a long time, you felt safe. 

“That gives you even less of a right, not that you had any right to hit anyone to begin with,” James pants lightly, his heightened anger making him feel as though he’s run a mile, “If she’s your girl, you should treat her better! Acting like this after a loss is pathetic but pinning it onto your lady is disgusting!” James can handle rough play on the rink because he’s trained for it and he’s grown the thick skin to endure all kinds of impacts. But, when he sees violence like this outside the rink, it’s beyond infuriating, it makes him see red, it makes him want to throw all manner of good will out the window and go charging in like a stubborn bull.

“Fuck! Off!” Andrew shoves him away and grabs your upper arm, tugging you away without any regard for the force in his grip. It happened much too quickly that you couldn’t comprehend everything until you felt a stinging pain bloom in your arm under his grip. 

“Ow!… Andrew, stop, please! You’re hurting me!”

“I don’t care! Hurry! Up!” he gives another aggressive tug and you squeal from the pain, willing yourself to suppress it so as to not anger him further. But your cry of hurt was enough to set off an unbelievable chain reaction.

There was a dull but harsh THUMP as James’ clenched fist collides with Andrew’s face, sending him sprawling as two gentle hands come up to your shoulders and gently pull you away from the scene. Those same two hands turn you around and carefully move down to press against your lower back, acting as a guide to lead you a safe distance away. The girl introduces herself as Alice, the girlfriend of Frank, who was the goalie of the UCL team. She leads you with a sympathetic smile past the rest of the James’ teammates, who face forward and grit their teeth at what they were just the witnesses to, some even stepping forward. Whether they wanted to join in or not, you didn’t find out but one was tall with mousy brown hair and the other had dark black hair against pale paper skin and grey eyes – the left defence and the centre of the UCL team. 

“You’re okay…” Alice whispers softly, hurrying you along as the sound of punches begin to echo through the hallway, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” 

As tears slip past your lash line, a shaky whimper escapes your bitten lips and you accept her comfort with a small nod.

Suffice to say, you and Andrew broke up. And for good reason. Many people couldn’t even fathom that someone as soft-hearted and sweet as you would ever give someone like Andrew the time of day when you deserved so much more. What they don’t understand is that he was never like that when you first met… but, you suppose, he finally showed his true colours. But thanks to that, you’ve sworn off dating hockey players ever again! 

“Oh!” a happy acknowledgement sounds and draws your eyes up to see a handsome, boyish grin beaming down at you, “It’s you!” His freshly washed locks drip with water and he moves to close the locker room door behind him when his words bring the attention of curious eyes from the rest of his team, all peaking a glimpse of you around his frame.

“Yeah…” you smile softly, nerves shaking anxiously as your hands clasp together for some stability, “sorry for suddenly showing up,”

“It’s alright,” James’ beaming smile doesn’t fade the slightest bit as his eyes shine with relief, “I’m just glad you’re looking okay,”

“Yeah, all thanks to you,” the compliment makes him flush bashfully as a large hand comes up to rub the back of his neck. For a guy with a bear-like frame, he pulls off the adorable puppy look pretty well.

“Did you watch the game?” he hurries to change the topic and instead of answering, you hold up a cutely wrapped batch of homemade cookies. Andrew was once the only person who had exclusive access to your home baked goodies but he lost that privilege a long time ago. It’s time to associate your baking with something (someone) more positive and deserving. 

“Wow! Thanks!” James eyes your offer with wide eyes and was already drooling from the sugary scent in the air, seducing him into taking it and having a bite. You smile at his moans of gratification and allow his free flowing compliments to boost your confidence, “will you be coming to our next game?” he suddenly asks, catching you off guard. 

“Uhh..--”

“Please come,” his eyes plead with you but when you don’t answer, he bargains, “I’ll win it for you,” 

No more hockey players be damned.

A/N : i love writing hockey player james potter too~ he's just so dreamy! ahhhhh! it's probably one of my favourite aus of james potter! (,,o // o,,) thank you so much for the request, anon-darling! im so sorry for taking so long, i hope you enjoy the read!

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[tonicandjins]

the room smells like absolute shit

CHARACTERS: haechan | lee donghyuck and reader

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

GENRE: harry potter au, slytherin!haechan, ravenclaw!reader

WARNINGS: none, just teenage fluff

amortentia (the room smells like absolute shit) is the second installment from 23 moments with donghyuck.

It’s no secret that the ongoing cat-and-mouse game between you and Slytherin House’s very own Lee Donghyuck remains unceasing from the day you and him were sorted five years ago to this day. Today’s no different than the others, except it’s the day before Slytherin House plays against Ravenclaw, your very own, and Lee Donghyuck seems like he’s decided to make your day extra horrible—he’s done it five times already, and it’s barely two in the afternoon.

one

The first one was during breakfast, and if you are being completely honest, you should’ve expected it. Lee Donghyuck likes torturing you when you’re on your period; you don’t even want to remember the full story of how the fuck he even knows what week of the month you get yours. (Long story short: Lee Donghyuck had to be there the first time you got your period in third year.) He claims that he knows your period is on as soon as you enter the Great Hall, because your hair is always uncombed on your first day and your eyebrows are always furrowed when you’re in pain. Donghyuck says if pain and aggravation had colors, you’d be burning in hues now.

“You’re easily the most predictable person I know,” he’d tease, mouth agape as he laughs at the way you would huff from the pranks he’d do just to make your day worse than it already is.

Today was no different. You hadn’t even seen him yet, but he’s made his presence known as soon as you sit and the loudest, most obnoxious sound of fart comes out. It’s Lee Donghyuck who laughs first, and you’re not really in the mood to say anything, hence you take the muggle-made fart cushion off from where you’re seated and throw it from where he’s sitting with his equally cunning friends. You wonder which of his friends brought it for him.

Yeji finds it hilarious. “He just wants to make you laugh,” she comments.

“More like want me to drop out and move across the world,” you grumble as you take a treacle tart and a piece of crumpets from the dishes. The pain stings as you try to sit comfortably. “Fuck this period. Why did none of our ancestors ever think of a stupid charm that could rid period cramps?”

Yuna sighs, agreeing. Yeji smiles even wider and hands you a vial filled with blue-ish liquid.

“What’s this?” you ask, taking it and observing how poorly it’s sealed. “Looks like something a first year would make.”

Yeji shrugs, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “It magically appeared on your seat. The same time that fart cushion popped up under your seat.”

You click your tongue, opening the vial and drinking it anyway. The ocean-colored liquid tastes like absolute crap, if you’re being honest, but its effects come as quickly as the potion runs down your throat. The cramping pain from your lower abdomen vanishes. Like magic.

two

Whining, Donghyuck follows you around after first period—all out, arms wrapped around one of yours as he drags his feet wherever yours take you.

“Donghyuck, my books are heavy enough, stop dragging me with your weight!” you shriek. “I’ll come! I’ll come! Just let me go!”

Donghyuck cheers, surprising you with a big, sloppy kiss on your left cheek, letting you go while you stand frozen in place. “I knew you could never resist me. I will see you at Quidditch then. And you will cheer for me! Fuck Houses! I’ll cheer for you in the Annual International Wizard Gardening Competition!”

He runs off and waves goodbye as he catches up with other players clad in their Quidditch capes and jerseys, blending in like he’s always been born to be in this scene.

You can’t remember a time that Lee Donghyuck isn’t talking about Quidditch. You’d met him in first year, when his voice squeaked higher than it does now, and the first thing he had asked Madam Hooch was when he could join the tryouts. Poor little Donghyuckie spent the entire period sulking and pouting when Madam Hooch confirmed that he should at least finish one year of flying lessons and ask her again next year. It was truly all Donghyuck had ever dreamed about. Hence, he had spent his entire first year in Hogwarts learning about the Quidditch and practicing flying more than anyone in the entire castle.

Come second year, Donghyuck auditions the first day of class after summer break. You remember how the entirety of the Hogwarts had cheered when he showed off his flying skills. It didn’t take long for the captain of Slytherin’s Quidditch team to pick him that day. He’d started as one of the keepers, showcasing his impressive ability to defend Slytherin’s hoops, and made his way up as the team’s Seeker, having been promoted this year, fifth year.

And today was his first big game as their house’s Seeker. It’s Slytherin versus Ravenclaw for the first round, and the entire castle is just shuddering in excitement. Lee Taeyong was Slytherin’s most well-known Seeker, the second youngest Seeker after Harry Potter himself, and the longest one for House Slytherin—from first year until he’d graduated last year. This year is exceptionally intriguing because no one’s won against Slytherin because of Lee Taeyong—at least for the rest of Hogwarts.

It’s different for you, though. It’s appealing in some sense, but stressful in a way.

Donghyuck must feel so much pressure now. You’ve unwillingly known him for years, and despite the never-ending games of teasing and pranks, you and him are everything but strangers. Hence, you conclude that it’s normal to feel this way.

“Quidditch players are so damn lucky,” Renjun, a friend from Hufflepuff, huffs from behind you. “They’re excused for classes when it’s Quidditch season. I wish Slug Club get some sort of perks, too.”

You giggle, hopping and wrapping an arm around the Hufflepuff’s shoulders. “We get the Christmas party every year.”

Renjun shakes you off of him. “Hey, I don’t want to get in trouble with the Slytherins.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Why would you get in trouble with the Slytherins? That’s such a stereotype, Renjun-ah! You’re the last person I thought would have some prejudice over houses!”

“That’s not what I mean, idiot,” he replies. “Words say one of the Slytherins has a thing or two for you. And I don’t want to be in their radar.”

You slap him on the arm. “Didn’t take you to be such a gossiper.”

“It’s not gossip if it’s true!” he defends, ruffling your hair. “Off to Transfiguration?”

You groan. “Yeah. Let’s go together?”

“Sure. Did you finish the assignment—”

“Hey, idiot!” Renjun is cut off by Donghyuck running back to you. “I just remembered I need you for a moment.”

Then he’s pulling you away from Renjun.

You arrive late for Transfiguration. Because Donghyuck wanted you to look at his uniform. Talk about being annoying.

three

Defense Against the Dark Arts is in third period, and Yeji hurts herself halfway through the hour. Yeji and Chenle were playing around and were practicing hex-deflection; the scenarios happened too fast that nobody caught on that Yeji’s been hurt until Chenle started screaming.

“She’ll be fine,” Madam Pompfrey assures as she covers the now sleeping Yeji with duvet. “I’ll have her stay here for the night, too. You can go back to class.”

You nod. DADA is over by now, anyway. “By the way, Madam Pompfrey,” you call out just before she closes the curtain separating Yeji’s bed from the others.

“Earlier today,” you start. “I had really bad cramps because of my period. I found a vial with a blue, green-ish kind of fluid and recklessly drank it. It really helped. Do you have any idea what that is?”

Madam Pompfrey’s eyes widen. “So, that was for you?”

“Huh?”

She smiles. “Donghyuck from Slytherin house has been experimenting on that potion with me for weeks now. He’s been studying in the library, looking for the best ingredients to help with women’s menstrual cramps without any side effects that could compromise the condition of the rest of your body. I heard he had a sister in third year, so I assumed it was for her.”

Your heart somersaults like never before. Madam Pompfrey smiles knowingly. “I guess it was for you,” she concludes.

You leave the hospital wing with your breath hitched, each step making your knees weaker by the second. Lee Donghyuck knows how to annoy you even when he’s on the other side of the damn castle.

four

Lee Donghyuck pulls you away from your friends when you’re on your way out from the Great Hall after lunch.

The door of Room of Requirement appears before you, and Donghyuck pulls you with him, dressed in his brand-new uniform, different from the one he wore earlier before he ran off to practice at the Quidditch Tower. You wonder how he even finds the time to annoy you when the tournament starts in about two hours.

When the door closes, you observe that the room’s transformed itself into a room the size of a greenhouse, filled with lavenders, jasmine, and chamomile. And you have the slightest idea why Donghyuck needs a room full of flowers at this point. You gently place your copy of Advanced Potion-Making on a table that holds countless of ceramic plants holding lavenders.

He starts walking back and forth, anxiety showing in his eyes and the corners of his lips. You can hear how heavily he’s breathing from where you stand.

“Anxious?” you ask. Donghyuck only nods, still walking back and forth. “Here. Come here.” He stops, turning so he could look at you. You step closer when he doesn’t move and take both his hands in yours.

“Breathe in,” you softly say. Donghyuck follows. You start counting to five. “Breathe out.”

You and him repeat and stay like that until you hear his breathing go back to its normal pace. He keeps his eyes on your shoes.

“You’re gonna be fine,” you murmur. Donghyuck closes his eyes. You reach up and cradle his face in your palms. “Where’s all that confidence now? Did you run out of it after drowning me with an incredibly unnecessary amount of confidence all these years? This is the time you need it the most.”

Donghyuck falls apart in your touch and opens his eyes, chuckling. “I knew I made the right decision to pull you here. My confidence came back just now. You’re my confidence. Because you suck and I’m the best.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you reply, rolling your eyes as you step back, the space between you and him reclaiming its presence. “That, you are.”

He smiles. “You don’t suck that much. Just a little. Sometimes.”

“You, too,” you agree. “You’re going to kill it. I’ll cheer on you even if it means everyone in Ravenclaw House hates me.”

“No one could ever hate you,” he says like it’s a fact.

You smirk. “You do, though.”

“I’ve never said I hate you,” he bites back. “In five years that we’ve been unwillingly revolving around each other’s gravity, I’ve never said I hate you.”

You nod. “I know.” You reach up to gently pat his cheeks once again. “People will know you as Lee Donghyuck today, not Lee Taeyong’s replacement. I know that is exactly what’s been going around in that head of yours. They’re gonna remember you today when you show them No Hands and woo the crowd with Sloth Grip Roll. And you’re gonna win it out there.”

Donghyuck’s eyes follow your lips as you speak. He stares at it longer than he should, and you stare at his, like a magnet pulling you in. His honey-colored skin and tantalizing brown eyes look beautiful under the sunlight peeking from the windows of the room, and from where you stand, you see how much he'd grown. Part of you wonders if he feels the same, seeing you in this light and being taken aback to five years ago, the very first day you'd met in the train to Hogwarts. You mull over the possibility of knowing him beyond what the walls of this castle could show you, knowing him beyond teasing remarks and harmless pranks, knowing him beyond all these years of push-and-pull, knowing him beyond sneaking glances at his lips.

But you’re not about to kiss him in the Room of Requirement. Not when all your feelings are all over the place, scattered and lost. Not when you aren’t sure if he even feels the same kind of rush when you’re around.

It doesn't help that this, whatever this means, has been going on for years. You and Donghyuck are growing up together, and though you and him keep saying you're unwillingly spending your teenage years together, you can't help but think, if given the choice in a few years, would you finally, willingly spend your twenties together?

You're nearing the end of your teenage years together, involuntarily and as borderline friends. Does Donghyuck ever think of you in ways you—admittedly—daydream about him sometimes? Does he think of you when he drinks chamomile tea the way you remember him when you get a taste of butterbeer? Does he also wonder what you do in the summer and think of calling you, only to back out right before pressing call because his heart is thump, thump, thumping like fucking crazy just by the thought of hearing your voice?

Does Donghyuck feel the way your knees are weak now?

Your heart pounds, so loud that you can hear it beating right in your eardrums.

So, you flee, telling him you’re late for Potions, which you most definitely are, leaving Donghyuck and hopefully, the feelings you can’t seem to figure out.

five

The room smells like the Quidditch pitch when you arrive fifteen minutes into the class.

Professor Slughorn raises an eyebrow on you, but tilts his head towards the board where it shows which potion the class is working on today. You find your way towards Yuna and it’s only then that you realize you’d left your Advanced Potions-Making book inside the Room of Requirement. Yuna lets you share her book. The entire class is halfway done anyway.

The potion for the day is called Amortentia, which is apparently the most powerful love potion in existence, which you think is absolute bullshit. You skip through all its description, effects, and history, proceeding to the details instructions of how it’s done.

You start with boiling half a cup of standard potion water and later on adding ashwinder eggs, rose thorns, refined peppermint oil, and moonstone. Once it’s exactly as it’s described in the book, you drop the mother of pearl. The last ingredient was a drop of blood, so you quickly prickle a finger with a needle, pressing your pink with two fingers until the red liquid drops from your skin down to the cauldron.

You finish a little later than everybody, and you’re not sure whether you’d followed the instructions correctly, because yours still smell like the Quidditch pitch. You look around, and everybody’s busy smelling theirs. You lean over to your cauldron, and it doesn’t smell like anything exceptional in particular. Alongside the grassy scent of the pitch is warm tonka bean, deep cedar, and the overwhelming scent of rich jasmine and vivacious juniper berries, which isn’t really that impressive because you smell this all the time.

You smell it all the time because it smells exactly like Donghyuck.

You grab the book from the table you share with Yuna.

Page 62 says, “Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in existence. It caused a powerful infatuation or obsession from the drinker. It had a distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rose from it in characteristic spirals. Amortentia is considered an incredibly dangerous potion, as one should have never underestimated obsessive infatuation.” Then why the fuck does it smell like Donghyuck? And the entire god damn room, too? Does Donghyuck bathe in Amortentia every day?

“Yuna,” you ask. “What does your potion smell like?”

“Sandalwood,” she answers dreamily. “And leather. And floral rose.”

Oh. Then you must have done something wrong. “I think I mixed up the ingredients.”

“Well, what does yours smell like?”

You shrug, “Something really weird.” You turn the page to 63 where the potion is described better.

“Amortentia smells different for everyone,” Yuna continues, and so does the book.

“Amortentia has a different aroma for everyone who smelt it, reminding each person of the things that they found most attractive," the book says.

“Basically,” Yuna’s voice fades in the background. “You smell whatever you’re attracted to."

"Even if the person did not acknowledge or was unaware of their fondness for the object of their affection themselves," the book shouts.

Oh no.

Yuna sighs dreamily, "I aced mine pretty well. I mean, for example, my potion smells exactly like—”

“Donghyuck,” you whisper when it truly, truly hits you.

“No, silly,” she laughs.

“No, Yuna,” you protest. “Mine smells like—”

“Donghyuck, what brings you here?” Professor Slughorn’s voice catches you off-guard. You and Yuna turn to where he’s looking at, and by the door, Lee Donghyuck stands, holding your copy of Advanced Potion-Making.

“I just wanted to bring this to Y/N. She’d left it when she was wandering around Slytherin’s quarters because she’s so obsessed with me,” he announces, smiling widely as he shows off the book.

You stay frozen in place. “What are you all cooking?” Donghyuck sniffs, looking around until he locks eyes with you. “What’s this horrible scent?”

Oh, no.

Donghyuck keeps his eyes on you, equally as confused when he starts realize what the potions smell like.

“Why are you wasting so much perfume, Y/N?” he asks. Everyone goes silent. “The room smells like absolute shit.”

Oh. Merlin’s Beard.

bonus

Slytherin House wins, of course, and you lose your voice cheering for Ravenclaw and Lee Donghyuck, which earned you side-eyes from your peers and at the same time teasing remarks from Renjun and Yuna.

His friends call you an honorary Slytherin and invites you to their Common Room. You're the first person that Lee Donghyuck looks for at the afterparty.

He arrives earlier than the others, and his mates gather around him as soon as he steps in the room, but Donghyuck, Merlin's Beard, Lee Donghyuck doesn't waste time and goes straight to where you stand and kisses the air out of your lungs.

You're on your fifth year in Hogwarts when you learn that Lee Donghyuck tastes like strawberries and that the perfume his mother makes for him is made from jasmine and juniper berries.

[forestdeath1]

I see people calling what James and Snape had was a rivalry, and have seen others call it just straight up bullying (James to Snape). What do you think?

If it’s a rivalry, then what for? Rivalry is "competition for the same objective or for superiority in the same field". I don’t understand what they were competing for.

James bullied Snape and he thought Snape deserved it, being a "bad person" obsessed with dark arts and hanging out with "possibly" Death Eaters’ kids and Slytherins.

But it’s not a typical bully-victim situation. It seems JKR tried to liken James to Draco in the train memory, but it didn’t quite work. In that memory, for example, most of the blame lies with Snape. But James is at fault for using physical force (tripping him). As I said before, in the context of a genocidal war at that time, there’s nothing wrong with strongly expressing a desire not to be in Slytherin (especially since Snape was trying to persuade Lily to join). So in fact, it’s Snape who starts first because he can’t accept that people hate Slytherin for its "politics" (and they are right in it). So, he insults Gryffindor as brainless idiots. Young Snape is already enamoured with Slytherin’s greatness and infected with pureblood ideology.

Moreover, I'm sure Snape fought back. He wasn’t a coward. Snape is anything but a coward. Snape fought back, he knew more curses in his first year than anyone else. He was also sharp-tongued from the first year. He figured out Remus's secret and wanted to expose them, spied on them, etc. We know that adult Snape was one of the most powerful wizards of his time. He couldn't do much against James and Sirius, but one-on-one, he surely could.

But in the end, it was still bullying. It’s just that James and Sirius were more popular and Gryffindors. Snape, being a Slytherin and tolerant of blood purity ideas, was already losing in that sense — most people would naturally side with Sirius and James. These teenagers felt no guilt about bullying Snape.

The power imbalance was on James and Sirius’s side because Snape was on the morally losing side from the start. The Ministry and society officially fought against Voldemort and these ideas, even though they still lived in people's minds. So J&S felt justified, unpunished, and James even thought he was doing the right thing. I think many muggle-borns hated Snape and sided with J&S.

(Just imagine, in an AU where Voldemort won, this imbalance in favor of James and Sirius wouldn’t exist; everything would be different. It would be resistance, not bullying, because most people would be afraid to support them, and James and Sirius would face ostracism and punishment, while Snape would feel justified.)

So despite the fact that Snape really chose a very bad, disgusting side, James and Sirius shouldn’t have bullied him publicly. I think the biggest humiliation was that the bullying was often public. If they hated each other one-on-one and had duels, well, okay, that wouldn’t be bullying, Snape was also strong student and wizard, he could fight back, it happens sometimes between people, and Snape also started conflicts. It’s the public humiliation that was the worst part of James and Sirius’s actions. With this, Snape could do nothing, he didn’t have public support (he had Slytherins’ support tho). And it was the public support that created the biggest imbalance in favor of Sirius and James.

When their confrontations stopped being public and James and Snape fought each other "in secret", it was no longer bullying. Snape wasn’t a weak boy, he also cursed James, and S&R confirmed it. Not every confrontation is bullying, and assuming that James was inherently stronger than Snape is very strange.

But I genuinely don’t understand how fanon!Snape stans manage to think that public bullying makes James and Sirius the worst people in the book, while joining a genocide does not. Like "Snape was a child"... and James wasn't? Do you really not see the difference between using a spell that was popular at the time in school (which Snape himself created) and voluntarily joining a genocide?

[starrylayle]

My fave marauders ships and dynamics as a multi-shipper !! Ok so, there are certain ships I like to imagine as canon in the canon universe, and there are other ships that I prefer in aus and such but still ship them so much!! So I thought I’d just ramble abt them here lol.

My fave ships that are canon/I think I should be endgame:

First off, Jily ofc. My loves. I’m generally not super excited abt str8 couples but they’re just too cute. My fave dynamic with them is that they’re academic rivals — well at least lily thinks they are, James is just hopelessly in love with her and enjoys competition lol. Lily thinks he’s an idiot, immature and a bit of a bully at first but slowly warms up to him as she sees his kind-heartedness and stance on justice. Plus, she’s always found him a little hot :)

Wolfstar, duh. I don’t think I have to go into detail coz I already do so much on my blog lol.

Dorlene — aaah I love my tragic, angsty lil lesbians. Sucker for the quidditch-rivals-to-lovers trope. Ooh and i headcanon Dorcas as transfem. But yeah if you’ve read ‘the hands that feeds’ by rollercoasterwords that’s basically how I see their dynamic.

Fralice — cuties and did not deserve the ending they got ;((

Rosekiller — ok, ok. I know I’ve ranted abt how I don’t like the fanonization of their characters in fandom,, but I will admit I do like them together. Especially when they’re depicted as the awful people they are lol. I like to think that they’re still hooking up in GoF on nights where barty’s poly juice wears off lmaoo. Also random but I hc Barty to be in ravenclaw.

Pandora x Xenophillius (idk how to spell his name) — I like to imagine Pandora as a goth who runs an underground magical weed business and Xeno as a hippie weirdo and conspiracy theorist. Both are bi/pan tho and have def hooked up with ppl of the same gender before.

Andromeda x Ted Tonks — iconic. Love them. Andy was the og rebellious black family child.

Emmary — love, love this ship. For context, I picture Emmaline as a little older than Mary (maybe 2 or 3 years) and they meet when Em’s at the order. Mary’s a bisexual girlie who’s predominantly been with men at this point, and Em’s a big Butch lesbian who loves Mary so much but isn’t sure if Mary likes her back, at first. Ofc they end up together after the first war but when Em wants to join the second war, Mary oblivates herself and retreats to the muggle world entirely because she cannot bear more pain.

My fave ships that I like to think are semi-canon, as in their unrequited, or right person wrong time, or both have feelings that the other doesn’t know — they just don’t workout for some reason:

First off, Marylene — my absolute fave, right person, wrong time ship. Love the whole, ‘Marlene loved her too early, Mary loved her too late idea’. I’m a sucker for best friends to lovers ahhh. I imagine that Marls had crush on Mary since they were eleven and came out to her later, and although Mary was supportive she didn’t like her back at that point. Then Marls got with Dorcas and maybe Mary got a tad bit jealous. And then Marlene was killed ofc so Mary moved on and went with Emmaline, but she never really stopped loving Marlene.

Nobleflower — bi narcissa and Alice rights!! I like to think that they had a bit of a homoerotic friendship back in their hogwarts years, but the fact that they were on opposite sides eventually pulled them apart. And so Alice gets with Frank and Narcissa with Malfoy. Aaah so tragic I love them

Lily x Remus — I like to think Lily had a little crush on Remus when they were younger but she got over it and they became besties !!

Bellatrix / Lady Zabini — Toxic murder comphet lesbians!! Tho I imagine they ‘broke up’ their fling coz Bellatrix was murdering with pure blood fascism in mind,,, and lady Zabini was just like,, why can’t we just kill ppl for the sake of killing them?? 🥺🥺

Jegulus — ok so I don’t like jegulus as a canon(ish) ship, buuut I love me some unrequited jegulus, specifically from Regulus’ side coz sorry I just personally don’t see James ever liking Reg in canon. I imagine Reg goes into hogwarts wanting to hate the guy who stole his brother but ends up falling for him just the same. He has internalised homophobia and hates the fact that he’s gay, esp for someone like James lol.

Bartylus — My hc is that neither of them liked each other romantically, but they settled and got off each other to pass time. It’s transactional, at least it’s starts off being..maybe barty’s a little more into it than reg thinks they are.

Peter/Bertha Jorkins — I like to imagine they dated for awhile during hogwarts — until Bertha got bored of him and dumped him. Peter never really got over it and was still bitter.

Peter/Sybil — oooh I remember this one was trending on marauders tik tok awhile back but I’m still not over it. Happens after Bertha/Peter. Sybil breaks up with Peter maybe coz she gets a prophecy that he becomes evil. Peter is confused and heartbroken.

Snily — ok hear me out!! I don’t care for their portrayals in a lot of fics coz I think the pro / anti Snape bias is always there — but I would be open to exploring the complexity of their dynamic in a fic when snapes actions aren’t justified or excused, but he’s not portrayed as a one dimensional bad guy. And I think it would be interesting to explore more of Lily’s character and why she stuck by him so long.

Ok, now onto ships that I only enjoy in aus:

Marylily/macevans — by far my fave ship in aus. Best friends to lovers >>>> also half the marauders edits saved on my phone are marylily edits lmaoo they’re just so cute!!

Jegulus — requited this time!! If it’s an au and James is not reduced to a generic sunshine people pleasing character, then they’re a little cute I’ll admit. Not the biggest fan of the 'best friend's brother' trope but the drama is entertaining at least.

Mary/Dorcas — I don’t think they’re a very popular on here but I personally like it. In a way they’re opposites but they’re motivations are a lot more similar than they realise.

Pandalily — so, so cute. Fanart is spectacular

Dorlily — so academic rivals to lovers coded

Prongsfoot — specifically in aus where James and Sirius are on opposing sides, for example, slytherin!Sirius au

Wolfstarbucks — James and sirius share everything!! Including their lovers apparently. Mostly enjoy it as a crack ship tho.

Well this was fun!! I love multi-shipping <33

[marauderswolf22]

headcanon (or idea how you like it) of muggle au: sirius in high school attending spelling competitions for fun bc it's better than sitting in class during a detention, but it turns out he's good at it

[romione-trope-fest]

Let's Go

Fic Title: Let’s Go

Author Name: flaming-brown-witch

Selected Trope: Muggle AU, Soulmates

Brief Summary: Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley meet one magical night at a pub during their final year of uni.  

Word Count: 1864

Rating: T

Any Trigger Warnings: none

******

Even from across the bar, she could see how blue his eyes were. 

Hermione wasn’t exactly sure why she couldn’t stop staring. Sure, his eyes were captivating but she typically didn’t find freckled redheads attractive. Nor burly men looking as though raised on a farm. She preferred a slight and slender male physique, likely because she felt more in control that way. 

The stranger’s eyes flashed in her direction again, and she immediately jerked her head down. Then, almost by its own accord, Hermione’s gaze lifted again. They caught eyes once before the stranger turned to continue his conversation with his raven-haired, bespectacled friend and his friend’s girlfriend. A hint of a smirk emerged on the stranger’s face. Judging by their identically-hued hair and a shared quality in their easygoing demeanour, perhaps found in the ways they leaned against the bar or shook their shoulders as they laughed, Hermione wondered if the girl was the stranger’s sister. 

The stranger’s bespectacled friend said something to him, eliciting a mirthful punch to the shoulder. That hint of a smirk never really went away, even as the stranger kept his eyes trained on his two acquaintances.

Suddenly, the friend and the probable sister stood up and bid their farewells. As the couple moved towards her direction to reach the exit, the female redhead regarded Hermione with what appeared to be unabashed, gleeful curiosity. Her boyfriend behaved in the opposite, determinedly avoiding eye contact. He put two flat palms on his girlfriend’s cheeks and positioned her head away from Hermione. 

“What?” Hermione heard the girl say liltingly to her beau as they passed her. 

“Right, that’s my cue to leave, too, then,” said a voice from somewhere around Hermione’s right ear.  

Oh, crap. She had almost forgotten that she was with Parvati. Hermione swivelled in her friend’s direction. “What do you mean?”

Parvati raised an impish eyebrow. “Don’t think I hadn’t noticed you eye-bonking that ginger tree of a man for the past five minutes.” She jerked her head in the stranger’s direction. “Here’s your chance now that his mates are gone. Good luck, love you!”

Hermione grasped Parvati’s arm. “No, Parvati, don’t leave me—”

“He’s coming over, let go of me!”

Hermione swivelled again. Sure enough, the blue-eyed, red-haired stranger had left his seat and was rounding the corner of the bar, his gaze on Hermione now steady and uninterrupted.

Hermione swivelled back towards Parvati in a panic, but Parvati was already at arm’s length from the exit. Hermione took a deep breath. She reminded herself that this was exactly why she agreed to let Parvati drag her out that night. Hermione had been needing a viable distraction for quite some time. Finally, it seemed that she had found a solid candidate for the task.

Hermione slowly turned. Solid in more ways than one, she noted, craning her neck to fully take in his towering profile. Proximity revealed (to her relief) that he was better described as broad rather than burly, with a body that seemed more suited for competitive swimming or basketball than powerlifting. Freckles dotted almost every corner of his face and neck, disappearing into the collar of his maroon knit jumper. His eyes were nothing short of arresting up close. They shone with amusement from the interaction he had witnessed between her and Parvati. 

“Hi,” he smiled.

“Hi.” Hermione cursed herself for sounding so breathless. 

He pointed to her empty glass. “Can I buy you another drink?”

“Okay,” she said after a beat, smiling shyly.

He ordered Hermione another gin and tonic and another lager for himself before claiming Parvati’s vacated seat. 

The bartender was quick to fetch the beer. 

“Ah, cheers, mate,” the stranger said after settling on the stool and noticing the bottle held in his direction. He grabbed it and inclined it toward the bartender, who nodded graciously. 

The stranger set the bottle on the sticky counter and looked back at Hermione. 

“I’m Ron.” He extended a hand, and she took it, firm and calloused against her soft skin. She wondered if he was actually raised on a farm. 

“Hermione.”

“Her- Hermione? Hermione. Hermione.” It was as if he were moulding her name to fit exactly right in his mouth. He grinned at her. Two of his front teeth were crooked, angled symmetrically. They gave his smile an intriguing aspect of permanent mischief. “That’s an interesting name, Hermione.”

She grinned back, cheeks warm. She liked the ease with which his tongue was now able to wrap around the four syllables. 

“My mum’s an interesting person,” she shrugged. Worried that her meaning wasn’t clear, she added, “She’s the one who named me.”

Ron’s grin widened. “Yeah, somehow I got that.”

Hermione gave him a look that was both appraising and coy. The bartender placed her drink in front of her, and she thanked him before taking a sip. 

“Are you a student at Trogshaw?” she asked Ron.

“Yeah. You?”

“Yeah. I’m in my final year, studying law.”

“I’m in my final year, too. Business.”

“Ah, that explains it.”

Ron blinked, causing his gossamer eyelashes to flutter. His mouth twitched. “Explains what?”

“Lots of things,” said Hermione loftily. “But mainly why we’ve never met before.”

His mouth continued to turn upwards. “Are you sure about that? Seems like you’ve managed to figure out quite a lot about me in the, er, minute or so we’ve been talking.”

Hermione leaned slightly back with confidence. “I just know your type. Blokey, follows rugby like it’s a religion, makes a habit of chatting up girls at bars and carelessly discarding them when you’re done.”

“Wow. Impressive.”

Hermione smiled indulgently. 

“For your information,” countered Ron with a competitive glint in his eyes, “my religion is not rugby, it’s football. This is actually my first time chatting up a girl at a bar. I suppose blokey is debatable, depends on your definition.”

Hermione raised her eyebrows. “What are your thoughts about feminism?”

Without missing a beat, Ron stood up, turned his back to Hermione, and began marching toward the exit. Hermione’s mouth dropped open, but before she could fully react, he swung right back and sat down. He looked incredibly pleased with himself for the little act.

Hermione closed her mouth and mock-glared at him. “Now I really want to know what your thoughts are about feminism.”

Ron shrugged and took a swig of his drink. “I sympathise with feminist aims, I suppose. I just think sometimes the tactics go overboard.”

“Just sometimes?”

He smirked but his cheeks turned slightly pink. “A lot of times.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes and quipped smugly, “Can we agree on blokey then?" 

Still smirking, Ron took another swig of his drink. "You’re a hardcore feminist, I reckon.”

“Militant,” she said with relish. Then she shrugged. “But I have my critiques of the movement as well."  

Ron tilted his bottle towards Hermione. "A toast, then, to critiquing feminism.”

Hermione let out an incredulous laugh. “I am not toasting to that with a blokey white man." 

Hermione immediately worried if she went too far in referring to Ron’s race, but he seemed completely unfazed. His expression was instead contemplative. He attempted another toast. "Down with capitalism?”

She smiled. “Isn’t that a bit against your career path?" 

"Yeah, but we’re all hypocrites, innit?”

Her smile converted to laughter as she lifted her drink. “Cheers to the abject shittiness of human nature, then.”

Ron eyed Hermione’s periwinkle headband and matching cardigan. “Wouldn’t have pegged you as the type to swear.”

“Well, we’re both just breaking stereotypes tonight, aren’t we?”

Grinning, they clinked glasses and drank. Hermione set her glass on the counter and contemplated Ron with a bit of disbelief. It defied logic how effortless it was to be with him. Never before had she been able to drop pretences so quickly with someone. It gave her a hint of vertigo. She could barely drop pretences with people she’s known her entire life. 

Ron must have felt similarly. After a moment of matching Hermione’s gaze, he said, “I’m sorry. I swear this isn’t some chat or anything. But I really do feel like we’ve met before.”

Hermione arranged her features to look pointedly unimpressed. 

“Oh, come on,” said Ron, laughing. “When we first made eye contact…you…you didn’t feel it?”

“Feel what?” asked Hermione, her expression softening. 

Ron hesitated. “This, I dunno, recognition or something. Familiarity.”

Hermione simply stared at him. Ron looked down, a flush spreading across his cheeks like wildfire. “Sorry, just being a weirdo…”

“I felt it.”

Ron looked up, eyes as hopeful as they were intense. It was Hermione’s turn to flush. 

“But I’m sure we’ve never met before,” she asserted. There was no way she could ever forget those eyes.

Ron regarded her for a bit longer before saying, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He drained his bottle. “After you finish that, wanna get out of here?”

“And go where?”

Ron smirked at Hermione’s furrowed eyebrows. 

“My dungeon,” he said in a creepy voice, twiddling his long fingers together. He dropped his hands and his voice returned to normal. “No, my mate—" 

He stopped as soon as he registered the highly disconcerted look on Hermione’s face.

"Please,” he said in a constrained plea, “forget I made that stupid fucking comment. I’m sorry…I just…” He pulled at his hair and looked pained. “I have this, like, tendency to take things a bit too far and…we just met and even though I feel like I’ve known you, we don’t actually know each other at all, so there’s no way for you to know…my intentions. Blimey, what a nightmare, fucking cocked this up, haven’t I…?”

He leapt as if burned by his seat, drew out his wallet, and threw a twenty-pound note on the table. “Bye, Hermione,” he said without meeting her eyes. “It was honestly really nice meeting you. Hope you have a nice life…”

As he turned to leave, Hermione grabbed his arm. “You were going to say something about your mate?”

Ron beheld her hand for a moment, as if it were something fantastical, before looking up. “Dean, yeah. It’s his first art opening. He’s really good, actually, sort of a prodigy. That’s where my lot and I were headed and then I, er, saw you…”

Hermione lifted her drink to her lips, tipped her head back, and downed it. “Let’s go,” she said, hopping off her stool.

Ron’s eyes, already bulging from how quickly she finished her drink, widened further at her comment. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She shot him a wicked smile. “Somehow I feel like this night will be worth it even if you do leave me dying in a ditch somewhere.”

With that, Ron’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Hermione sauntered towards the exit, sensing him scrambling to keep pace. As the cold night air hit her face, Hermione felt a thrill she associated with the first time she set foot on The University of Trogshaw’s campus. Or being on a roller coaster teetering just over the brink before hurtling into the exhilarating unknown. She felt as though she stood at the precipice of an entirely new world, ready to immerse herself in an entirely new way of being.

[prongsfish]

FISH

COULD

YOU

TELL

ME

ABOUT

AUSTRALIAN

BARTY

PLEASE

thank you kind sir for your service 🙇‍♀️ <3

YES OF COURSE!!! I LOVE AUSTRALIAN BARTY!!!!

i can't remember if i mentioned this in my original notes dump, but he 100% went to bali for holidays like every year. if not bali, the crouch family was going to singapore. but he would have hundreds of little bali souvenirs, tons of clothes that he haggled for (his lack of moral guilt combined with his insane competitiveness would make him an AMAZING haggler, for better or for worse), have gone to all the tourist spots a hundred times over- he's given all the monkeys in the monkey forest names and he remembers ALL of them. he goes to the same few hotels every time and the staff know him by name because he's there so regularly (and also very obnoxious. he's hard to forget). he sleeps in bintang singlets all year round.

he is constantly shocked and dramatic about things that people at hogwarts (whether muggle au or not, i still imagine him in boarding school with the skittles) say despite having spent most of the year in the uk for several years. people mention having never gone to/not enjoying the beach and he FLIPS his SHIT. he is absolutely distraught at the idea. in a muggle au, he can't fathom non-compulsory voting and whenever anyone complains about politics in the uk he says that maybe it'd be better if they actually made people vote. he basically will tell anybody who makes the mistake of listening about how much better australia is to everywhere else and gets furious at even the slightest insinuation that he's from the uk.

his accent is moderate, which means that people don't always immediately pick up on him being from australia even if they can tell his accent is different. it's worst at the beginning of the school year, though, after he's gotten used to talking to other australians for two months, and nobody can understand a word he says through his accent and heavy use of slang (which he refuses to translate).

he does also complain a lot about thinks in australia he dislikes, despite how much he praises it. he complains about how much things cost, how many less stores there are, how few bands tour there, etc. but if anyone else said something negative about australia he'd punch them in the face. he hates australia about as much as he loves australia, but more than anything else it's HIS country and nobody else is allowed to say shit.

okay that's it for now, it's hard to identify specific headcanons for aus barty because i think there's a lot of things i don't realise are specific to australia because i've lived here my whole life lmao.

oohh unrelated side note but i got a haircut yesterday and it's even more of a mullet than it's ever been before, so that's fun, it definitely feels like the type of haircut barty would have lol

[celestialseawitch-ff]

will you write new fanfic about Harry and Hermione?

Oh I have so many Harmony stories. I can't even- here, a few examples of things I have in the works for them:

Time Travel Fix It (Series) Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Teddy fall back in time. This is a series because there are different versions of it in which they fall to different times. So each version is completely different but with the same overlying premise. Little things in it change as well: ages, occupations, status of the relationship between HHr, as well as Hermione's status as muggle-born or otherwise. Currently, I have three versions of this in the works. The longest is about 60 pages so far.

Mutually Beneficial An AU in which Hermione and Harry didn't go to school together. Harry still defeated the Dark Lord. It's sort of a marriage of convenience story with elements of a Dom/Sub relationship between HHR. Teddy is a first-year student in it. Hermione is a kindergarten teacher. There's money problems, lots of McGonagall, and manipulative Dumbledore -- who did survive the war.

*Double Harmony* -- working title A "Hermione travels to another world" story. She goes to a world where there is already a Harry and Hermione there but they are not friends and mostly don't like each other. It's called double harmony because it's two harmony romances in one fic.

I have an ABO Harmony story in the works, probably a one-shot.

Children of the Fae A story I'm really excited about that has a lot of Harry and Tom Riddle interaction. I really enjoy writing scenes where they interact and like actually have real conversations. Hermione is strongly present in this story at every step

Beyond the Veil A one-shot coming out this summer for a competition I'm doing. I don't think I'm allowed to reveal details. But it's gonna be good!

And this doesn't include so many other ones that are still fresh enough that you won't see them for a while. I am always coming up with new Harmony stuff. I'm also really vibing with the pair right now -- I took a break for MCU and DC stuff for a while there -- and so I imagine we'll see even more stories not on the this list too

[four2andnew]

Master Works List

I'll try to keep this as updated as possible depending on character limits and such, but here is a list of all my posted or planned fics (with links where appropriate!)

Works with * out front are rated Mature; works with ** out front are rated Explicit; otherwise works are rated Teen or Gen

Series:

*Tumblr Prompts - a collection of microfics and one-shots based on prompts from tumblr (typically from @hinnymicrofic)

*Hope & Purpose - Canon but Not Epilogue Complaint; series of one-shots follows Harry & Ginny as their family grows through the years, beginning with an unplanned pregnancy during Ginny's 7th year

Hedwig is a Great Dane - One-shots set in a Muggle AU where Hedwig is a Great Dane, Pigwidgeon is a Yorkshire Terrier, and together they create havoc to bring Harry & Ginny together.

Standalones:

Big Brother - (gen, one-shot) Percy prepares to become a big brother for the first time

*Cat and Mouse - (Hinny, Multi-chapter, complete) au, Dumbledore doesn't die on the astronomy tower; secret dating

Comfortable - (Hinny, one-shot) no Voldemort/everyone lives au; childhood friends to lovers

Everything - (Hinny, one-shot) post-battle reunion

Fade In/Fade Out - (Bill & Arthur, one-shot) written for Weasley Fest 2023; a look at the changing parent/child dynamic once the child becomes a parent themself

**Ginny Weasley is a Slut - (Hinny, Multi-chapter, WIP) modern/muggle au; drunken sexts gone awry

Ginny's Hair - (Hinny, one-shot) Harry's thoughts on Ginny chopping off her hair

Misadventures in Moving - (Hinny, one-shot) all the different moves Harry's endured in his lifetime

**The Morning After - (Hinny, one-shot) Harry reminisces on a very satisfying night with Ginny

Pairs - (Hinny, two-shot) Muggle AU, Hockey Player!Harry switches to figure skating and tries to convince Ginny to be his partner for competitions

Protest - (Hinny, one-shot) a discussion between Ginny & Hermione on why Ginny didn't fight the infamous break-up

*A Rose in Winter - (Hinny, Multi-chapter, WIP) arranged marriage Edwardian au

Softer - (Hinny, one-shot) older married Hinny, dealing with body changes

Weasley Pub Nights - (Hinny, one-shot) it's their quarterly Weasley Pub Night, but this night Ginny has an announcement

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when stars collide (black holes form): character list!

Callidora Black: The Protagonist

Calli is our OC isekai, who has been reincarnated from a world similar to ours, into the Harry Potter universe as Bellatrix Black’s twin sister.

She has a clear set of objectives and people she needs to look after/stop being evil/stop being dead, which she follows to the point of obsession, often being seen as cold and uncaring to anyone outside that list. She tends to be wary and suspiciously of the majority of adults in this world, partially because they failed the first time around, and partially because the adults in her new life (Drusilla and Walburga beloathed) are monsters.

When she's not chasing after the multitudes of children she mentors, playing Beater on the Slytherin Quidditch team, or running black market muggle trading rings, Calli can be found in the restricted section of the library, usually with her best friend Tommy Connolly for company and something to feed her caffeine addiction.

Tommy Connolly: The Best Friend

Tommy (who is mentioned precisely once in canon, and will one day play Beater on the Irish Quidditch Team), is the embodiment of a Gryffindor - he's a loud, boisterous, always friendly, always moving, blonde jock, and the perfect example of a Gryffindor. No one knows quite how he befriended Callidora Black, the Slytherin Ice Queen who seems to care for no one outside her family, but they're all a little too scared to ask.

Tommy, the ultimate ally to acroace-Calli, is the support she needs, helping her with everything from drafting up schedules, to finding horcruxes, to running her various money-making schemes, and asking for nothing but friendship in return.

Bellatrix Black: The Twin

In this AU, Calli works very hard indeed on making Bella loved, seen, and needed. Bellatrix is a Quidditch fan, and dragged Calli along to try-outs in second year for Beaters, which Calli allowed purely because it was a healthy way to get the violence out. Bellatrix is far more mentally stable here, with a proper support system, a close family, and no great desire to prove herself to the up and coming Dark Lord. She's very protective of her family, espeically Sirius and Regulus (Calli may or may not have taken advantage of her competitive nature to be their favourite cousin), and doesn't hesitate to use violence on just about anyone. She would 11/10 throw hands with Voldemort if he came near her family.

Narcissa Black: The Perfect Child:

Narcissa, as her title suggests, is the perfect child. She's what every Pureblood family wants - demure, soft-spoken, intelligent but out-spoken, and, of course, the perfect wife. On the surface, that is.

Below her perfect demeanor, lies a razor sharp tongue, a genius with poison, and the cold-cut ambition that is what makes her a Slytherin. Narcissa is mostly self-sufficient, with a mask good enough that even Calli cannot always tell whether all is as good as it seems, and plays along perfectly with her mother's schemes, right up until the point where they no longer benefit her.

Much to Calli's dismay, Narcissa genuinely loves Lucius, and they date from Narcissa's third year, right through to seventh year, when they get married. Calli still bullies Lucius, though.

Andromeda Black: The Rebel

Since in this version of canon, Andromeda is the oldest sister, she spent the first six years of her life being a mother to her siblings. With Callidora's arrivial, she took a lot of that weight off her shoulders, leaving Andy free to be a normal child. Most of Andy's canon remains the same - she marries Ted, gets disowned, has Tonks - but her sister's don't disown her as well, and even ends up naming Bellatrix as Tonk's godmother.

Sirius and Regulus: The Cousins

Sirius and Regulus are basically twins, with how close they are (Callidora strikes again). Even when Sirius goes into Gryffindor, they never really fall apart, remaining as close as they've always been. As such, when Regulus joins the year afterwards, Sirius is always bringing him into Gryffindor Common Room, and introducing him to all his friends. They are brother, first and foremost, and they stick together through thick and thin and disownment and abuse.

Everyone else: The Miscellaneous

A list of other characters who play roles in this, in no particular order: Lily Evans, Severus Snape, Petunia Evans, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin, Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, Molly, Gideon and Fabian Prewett, Frank Longbottom, Alice Fortesque, the assorted Skittles, Lucius Malfoy, Technoblade the Kneazle and various others

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POLY MARAUDERS | HEROES IN TATTOOS ⏤FIRST TATTOO

REQUEST. : I'd love to see the reader finally deciding to get something tattooed,  something sentimental.  All 6(soon to be 7) I have all have special meaning. 💖💖 —@twilightlover2007

G. : fluff ; modern au ; muggle au ; tattoo artist james ; tattoo artist sirius ; piercer remus ; comfort ; james comforts you ; the boys are soft for you ; you get your first tattoo ; you overcome your fear of needles

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“Can you do it?” you ask as your nerves persuade you into fiddling with the hem of your long sleeved shirt.

“Of course we can, sweetheart,” Sirius reassures, pulling you into his side by the shoulders and giving you a comforting squeeze, “but are you sure you want it there?” he asks after pulling away to face you towards him and trace his thumb over your desired placement - just under your breasts and against your ribcage. 

From beside Remus, James nods in agreement and holds onto your small sketch of the tattoo you want, “the ribcage is one of the most painful places to get a tattoo,” the statement makes you gulp nervously but James’s soft smile stops your nerves from going too crazy, “numbing cream will have to be your best friend, then,”

Smiling, you nod happily. You wanted to keep your tattoo hidden and just for yourself because it’s so meaningful; you didn’t want it in areas that could easily be seen so you were happy that you didn’t need to change the location. 

“Just make sure that you apply the numbing cream on the area, at least, 45 minutes before your tattoo appointment,” Remus adds thoughtfully, “you want to make sure that it penetrates deep enough so that it does its job properly,” compliant, you nod and persuade them that you would make sure to do so, “good girl,” Remus smiles and a heat flourishes across your cheeks. Getting praised by Remus always felt extra special; your nerves were very sensitive to his compliments. 

Sirius then steps beside James, places his arm around his friend’s shoulders and leans down to examine your sketch. It was a meaningful tattoo that you wanted and drew a sketch for so you felt quite bashful to have it examined so closely by someone like Sirius, who was quite eccentric and very particular about aesthetics. 

“Quite the artist, aren’t you, doll?” Sirius commends as the two other men nod along, already having examined your sketch. 

“It’s very cute,” James coos fondly. 

“But we can tell it’s very important to you so you need to pick the right artist who you think will execute the work best,” Remus smirks as a visible spark of competitiveness appears in James and Sirius’s eyes. 

It took a few days of thinking and chats but you concluded that James would be the best one to give you your first tattoo. Both Sirius and James were incredibly talented artists but James’s art style was one that you felt best suited your sketch. 

Following your decision, James expressed his clear elation as Sirius pouted like a sulking child. Thankfully, Remus was there to cheer him up with some comforting pats to his shoulder. Seeing Sirius’s usually vivacious demeanour fizzle out into something more reserved made you feel some guilt but he didn’t let you dwell on the feeling for long. 

“It’s alright, darling,” he whispers into your hair, his embrace warm and comforting and one that you happily reciprocate with an apologetic tightness, “I just wanted it so much to be me,” 

“I’m sorry, Siri,” 

“No worries,” he kisses your temple as he’s grown accustomed to doing, in order to comfort you, “I’m just being childish anyway, what matters most is that you’re happy with your first tattoo,” he pulls away to admire your sweet face and give you a reassuring smile, “it’s going to be on your skin forever, after all,”

It took a few sessions with James, where you helped him polish up the design of your tattoo, before you could set an official appointment to get your tattoo done. You didn’t know if the nerves you were feeling were of fear or excitement - sometimes the two different emotions felt the same. The confusion only made you freeze up in the doorway for longer. Remus had led you to where James was preparing the private room for your tattoo. 

“Did you remember to put on the numbing cream we gave you?” Remus asks, his voice as soft and warm as the hand he had comfortingly placed on the curve of your hip. 

“Y-yeah…” you breathe, leaning into the body of the tall brunette as you both stare at James sanitising the tattoo bed, he then proceeds to effortlessly set up some lighting apparatus before organising his tools and inks. 

“James is going to take good care of you, dove, don’t worry,” Remus reassures, unprompted, “James, Sirius and I would never do anything to hurt you, you know that, right?” He looks down when you don’t respond and gently lifts your chin up with his fingers to meet his eyes, “it’s going to be okay,”

All you can muster for Remus is a timid smile before James calls you over to the tattoo bed. The tall brunette beside you, gives you one last smile before softly urging you forward with a hand on your lower back. 

“There’s our angel,” James grins and pulls you into his arms, “are you ready for your first tattoo?” Your following silence is deafening but prompts James to begin petting the back of your head soothingly. There’s a noticeable shift in the way he holds you, where his touch becomes gentler and more careful. Rather than addressing your obvious rising anxiety of the situation, James directs your attention to his equipment. He slowly pulls you over to sit on his thigh as he sits in his tech chair, “Do you want to take a closer look at my equipment?” you don’t say anything but you offer your hands for him to place his tattoo needle on. 

“It’s kinda heavy,” you mumble under your breath after subconsciously leaning into James’s figure. On his lap, you tuck your head under his chin and continue staring down and examining the tattoo equipment he entrusted to you. 

“Yeah, it has to hold the ink and a small motor as well, that's why,” he explains, “it’s pretty cool right?” he asks softly and smiles when he feels you timidly nod against his neck, “it gives you one hell of an ache in your wrist though,” he jokes and feels the mood lighten when you giggle softly with him. He could squeeze you from how adorable you are in his arms but resists to patiently wait for you to calm down. 

“...I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be,” he kisses the crown of your head and keeps his face pressed into your hair, taking in the smell of your delicious shampoo, “take all the time you need, angel,”

For several minutes, James carefully talks you through the equipment and the process he goes through when he does tattoos until you’re finally comfortable enough to lay down on the table and lift up your loose shirt. 

“I think I’m ready now…” you whisper and give a brave smile as James leans down to press a kiss to your temple. 

“I’m proud of you,” he whispers against your skin before he pulls away and pulls on a pair of latex gloves. He then proceeds to sanitise your skin before applying the printed stencil he created of the final design you guys worked on together. But then the door opens. 

“You haven’t started yet?” Sirius asks, suddenly walking into the room as he takes off his black gloves and quickly disposes of them in a nearby bin, “how are you doing, sweetheart?” He pulls up a spare tech chair to sit by your head as James continues to go through the necessary prep before equipping his needle. 

“I’m doing well,” you answer and Sirius smiles warmly at you, lovingly petting your hair, “James helped me calm down first so everything is a little delayed,” 

“Did James take good care of you?” Your following nod and affirming hum is enough to persuade Sirius, who looks over at James, “He better continue doing a good job then,” his statement makes you smile and so does James’s following chuckle. 

“No need to get overprotective pads, you know she’s in good hands,” James peels off the stencil and softly warns you that he’s about to begin. It isn’t until you nod before James starts tracing the stencil across your skin with his tattoo needle. A few moments go by where the small, running motor is the only sound that fills the room and you’re astounded by how well the numbing cream is working. 

“Are you okay, sweets?” Sirius asks gently, his voice and concern is very comforting.

“Yeah, I don’t feel anything,” you giggle, the sound of which makes the two men smile. 

“Good thing that your tattoo is simple and small, it’ll be over before you know it,” James comments and makes you breathe a sigh of relief. 

Time quickly passes and, just like James said, it was soon over, leaving you to wonder why you had been so nervous in the first place. Like clockwork, James and Sirius cleaned and tidied up the equipment together before the latter of the two had to excuse himself to meet with a client about their design. It’s not soon after Sirius left with a kiss to your knuckles that Remus stepped into the room with a small complimentary tub of moisturiser for you to take home. 

“It’s pretty,” Remus compliments when you finally lift up your shirt to show him the tattoo, “good job James, as usual,” James winks back at you two before Remus turns his full attention to you again, “and well done for overcoming your fear. That was very brave of you, dove,” his comment has you beaming and hugging the soft brunette around the waist.    

“Thank you,”

A/N : this was such a sweet request, i hope i did it justice. sorry i took so long, i was overthinking it but just bit the bullet and just went for it. i also left the description of the tattoo vague so that anything you lovelies want to have as your first tattoo in this series, is completely up to you. enjoy the read my loves!

NAVI. | HEROES IN TATOOS SERIES

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so i can’t decide between ron x viktor and ron x padma for the muggle hs au so i may just go with the tried and tested method of fixing things with polyamory but first of all here are arguments for both relationships

ron x viktor:

enemies to lovers - the weasleys are viktor’s host family (he’s an exchange student) and ron doesn’t get along with him at ALL

at the same time ron really looks up to viktor bc viktor plays hockey, which is ron’s favorite sport and the sport he wants to play

they play chess together <3 ron is president of the very unpopular chess club and viktor joins

ron is tall and muscular but viktor is even TALLER and MORE muscular and it makes ron feel safe

possible sexuality crisis for ron who’s always just thought of himself as straight (maybe he’s repressed his identity for some reason)

ron being very uncool™️ x viktor who is very popular

this also gives an easy way for ron to befriend harry and hermione in book 2 bc viktor is friends with cedric and cho (who harry and hermione end up with)

ron x padma:

best friends to lovers - they’re in chess club together and their only other friend is hannah abbott. they are super duper uncool and unpopular

padma being insecure and not thinking anybody can love her romantically x ron who treats her like a goddess (as he should)

maybe they could help get neville and hannah together (hannah is friends w padma and ron, pavarti is friends with neville)

maybe they could become friends w harry and hermione by helping them get couples together (harry and hermione just HAVE to meddle)

ron playing hockey and padma cheering him on and going crazy even though she has no idea what’s going on

playful competition w each other

AND NOW FOR WHAT THIS POST IS ABOUT…

ron x padma x viktor

the three of them having chess tournaments w each other and sometimes hannah

padma cheers ron and viktor on in hockey (she still doesn’t get what’s going on)

viktor taking turns giving ron & padma piggy-back rides at lunch

cuddling w each other 24/7

i just had a vision. all three of them are terrified on roller coasters. not one of them can keep from screaming. they hold onto each other for dear life

nose + forehead kisses for ron and padma

high fives where their fingers get a little tangled every time

they definitely push each other around in shopping carts

they go swimming together. this is very important. they get into splash fights and it’s ron & padma v viktor (padma is on ron’s shoulders)

they go on double dates with neville and hannah

they’re the only teenagers on the sledding hill when it snows. they tie all their sleds together and took out a bunch of five-year-olds once

the three of them doing contortionist moves to fit in one bed

going to pride together !!

(padma is asexual, ron is a pansexual demiboy, viktor is bi)

padma & viktor helping ron figure out their gender !! (the reason i didn’t use he/they throughout this whole post is that i just now thought of genderqueer ron lol)

padma & ron becoming friends w harry and hermione through viktor

ron and ced bond over being pan and not cis, viktor and harry bond over being bi, padma and pansy bond over being ace

they have a secret handshake

the three of them take movie night VERY SERIOUSLY. there are lots of snacks & blankets & pillows and, of course, a lot of cuddling

i have so many more ideas about these three but for now i’m leaving it there… i am almost definitely adding them into the fic tho lol i love them now. but…

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Scarabée and Kitty Claws AU

Updated OC list

Dalia Kubdel

Alix and Jalil's mother as well as Alim's wife who has passed away due to a horrible car accident. She died in a car accident when Alix was seven. Like those un her family, she has the "ALI" in her name. She would call Alix "my little Scarabée".

Monica Bisset

One of the girls on Alix's Roller Derby Team. She has a major crush on Alix, but hates Chloé. Ironically, she's a massive Kitty Claws fan.

Albert Corbin, Julien Garnier, & Tristan Boucher

Three bullies that are in Marc and Aurore's class. They're massive fans of Scarabée and Kitty Claws (Albert often tries to flirt with Kitty Claws, much to her dismay). Each of them are akumatized on three separate occasions.

Aurélien Bustier

Caline Bustier's seven year old son. He looks so much like his mother. Chloé absolutely adores him, but wouldn't like her classmates to know that. He doesn't know his father.

Lillian Thorns

A very nice and generous woman that owns a flower shop called "Éclat Épanoui". Alix is often taken to there by Rose or Mylène. Lillian was also good friends with Dalia Kubdel.

Mitchell Clark

An American male model that works with Audrey Bourgeois in New York. He's secretly a fan of super heroes & quite the history buff. He takes a liking to Jalil.

Esmée Rousseau

A teenage girl that's a major fan of Scarabée and Kitty Claws & has major crushes on both of them. This double crush goes away after she's akumatized. She also helps Alya out with the School Blog and the ScaraBlog from time to time. She's great of making and designing superhero cosplay and pins.

Brigiette Alarie

A teenage girl that's a member of Francoise Dupont's drama club. She's a big fan of murder/mystery movies. She's not the biggest fan of Chloé, but a major fan of Adrien.

Elroy Castillon

A teenage boy that Marinette and Max beat in the Gaming Competition (which gets him akumatized). He doesn't like Max and Marinette very much (seeing them as rivals), but has a crush on Chloé.

Henri Bohen

Juleka's biological father. He's known Anarka since she performed with Jagged Stone. Once she got pregnant with Juleka, he was so sure that she'd send Luka to be with Jagged. When she doesn't do that, he leaves.

Valerie Anciel

Marc's loving and supportive mother. She's a well known Dramatist in Paris & she adores the writing Marc would show her & understands when he wants to keep certain things he writes about secret. She also adores his relationship with Nathaniel.

Jolie Gouin

A teenage girl that goes to the same school as Kagami and Ondine. She's seen Alya's Scarablog and has wanted to be a Journalist sense then. She developed a crush on Scarabée and wants to interview her someday.

Lucinda Zeal

A Detective/Private Investigator I introduced in an other AU that I wanna introduce in this one as well. She's actually quite supportive of Scarabée and Kitty Claws doing great work. When Queen Coccinelle and Mao Noire comes into play, she's ready to find out what happened to the younger heroines.

If you all have more ideas for OCs or ideas for the current ones, let me know!

Inspired by: @emdoddles @dcschart @muggle-born-princess @symphonic-scream @justanotherpersonsuniverse @princess-of-the-corner

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i know you did a hp au for brittana a while back, can you do one for what quinntana would look like in hp verse?

Quinn is a Slytherin but becomes a pariah in fourth year after hooking up with Finn, a Gryffindor (bad) and known dumbass (worse).

Santana, also a Slytherin, orchestrates Quinn’s downfall because she wants to be head girl one day and Quinn is her only real competition. They spend most of their later schooling years sabotaging each other in an effort to come out on top. They both firmly believe this takes priority over the impending wizarding war.

They are inseparable and feared by all until one day in third year when Santana becomes friends with Brittany, a Hufflepuff, who turns her into a puddle of goo whenever she’s around. Quinn condemns the relationship initially, not because Santana and Brittany are both girls exhibiting some serious gay behaviour together, but because Brittany is a muggle born. The real reason is that she’s jealous but she won’t realise this until several years later.

They are both beaters on the Slytherin quidditch team and have been since second year. On the pitch, they are formidable, always in perfect sync. Even when they hate each other. Slytherin rarely lose a game anymore.

When Voldemort and the Death Eaters start recruiting her classmates, Santana realises pretty damn quickly that she’s not quite as Slytherin as the rest. Mostly because she’s still hung up on Brittany, who is an active member of Dumbledore’s Army and constantly in Santana’s ear about switching sides. Quinn takes a while longer to come around because her Dad happens to be Voldemort’s main contact at the Ministry, but ultimately she chooses to be Good too after witnessing a group of first years be tortured for minor misdemeanours. No one deserves that. They don’t join Dumbledore’s Army or anything though. Too far.

Quinn is particularly gifted at Charms, Santana excels in Defence Against the Dark Arts. They both suck at Potions and frequently rely on Brittany, who is somehow top of their class despite never paying any attention.

Harry Potter is in the year above them and super f*cking annoying. When Harry dramatically reappears in the Great Hall prior to the Battle of Hogwarts, Santana and Quinn both immediately roll their eyes. Of course he’d insist on making a scene.

They fight alongside each other during the Battle of Hogwarts, and are two of very few Slytherin house members not locked away in the Dungeon. This is because Professor Mcgonagall knows they’ll be an asset, not a threat. She is correct. Together, they take out more of Voldemort’s crew than most of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw houses combined.

Quinn doesn’t realise her true feelings for Santana until she watches her get stunned by a nasty curse from a Death Eater during the Battle of Hogwarts. She retaliates by killing him in a fit of rage. This is the first (and only) time Quinn uses the Death Curse.

Santana doesn’t realise her feelings for Quinn until she wakes up in the Great Hall to find a blonde haired body concealed beneath a sheet beside her, which she mistakenly assumes is Quinn. She LOSES it and is just about ready to burn the whole world down when Quinn arrives back from the hospital wing with more medical supplies. Needless to say it’s an emotional reunion. When the dust finally settles, Brittany steps aside graciously (she’s had her suspicions about them all year).