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I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

post azkaban sirius black x fem!reader

CHAPTER FOURTEEN (see full series list here)

1993

"Excuse me — sorry — just coming through..." you squeeze past the throes of people, trying to make your way to your seats with McGonagall. "Bloody hell."

You're starting to get quite agitated, though you're still brimming with excitement at the match ahead. McGonagall mutters something under her breath, gesturing subtly to your left. You follow her hand and groan.

There's Cornelius Fudge, and he's just after catching sight of the pair of you.

"Professors!"

Beside him, is a wizard you don't recognise, Mr Weasley, Ron, Harry, and Hermione. You smile widely at them, trying your best to ignore the fool beside them.

"Hello!" you say cheerfully, as yourself and McGonagall make your way over.

"Wonderful to see you as always, Minerva!" Fudge booms happily. He then gives you a weak, forced smile, and says, "And...you, too, of course."

"The pleasure's all mine, Minister," you say blankly.

He begins to chatter away with McGonagall and you can't help but notice the subtle annoyance in her expression. You turn to the kids and Mr Weasley, holding out your hand.

"Mr Weasley, right? It's wonderful to meet you — I teach your children Astronomy at Hogwarts."

Mr Weasley, a red-headed man just like the rest of his family, beams at you, excitedly shaking your hand.

"Ah, yes — I have heard plenty about you! You are here for the match as well?"

You grin. "Of course! Fingers crossed for an Ireland win!"

"Have you ever been to a World Cup, Professor?" Hermione asks you.

You nod. "Oh, yes. Quite a few, actually! Sirius used to — "

You pause.

"Seriously used to love it."

You exchange a glance with Harry, who gives you a small smile, and you return it.

"...ah, and here's Lucius now!" You catch the ends of Fudge's words and fail to hide your grimace.

Edging along the seats is a sour-looking man with disgustingly bleached hair, followed by his equally sour-looking son and his wife.

Lucius, Draco, and Narcissa Malfoy.

Narcissa, who's technically your...cousin-in-law?

"Ah, Fudge," says Lucius, holding out his hand for him to shake. "How are you? I don't think you've met my wife, Narcissa? Or our son, Draco?"

"How do you do? How do you?" says Fudge, smiling and bowing to Narcissa. "And allow me to introduce you to Mr Oblonsk — Mr Obalonsk — Mr — well, he's Bulgarian Minister for Magic, and he can't understand a word I'm saying anyway, so never mind. Let's see, who else — well, the professors teach your son, I'm sure — I daresay you know Arthur Weasley?"

Mr Weasley and Lucius look at each other, tension in the air. Lucius' nostrils flare as he looks Mr Weasley up and down derisively.

"Good Lord, Arthur," he says softly. "What did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much?"

You bristle, but Fudge, who conveniently wasn't listening, says, "Lucius has just given a very generous contribution to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He's here as my guest."

"Trying to save a spot for when you go barmy, are you, Lucius?" you say with a sweet smile. "Or...has that process already started?"

His sour face turns to you, looking down his nose at you. "I would watch my tongue if I were you. I'm sure there's no lack of teachers for Hogwarts."

Ah, Lucius Malfoy. Always threatening my job, the sweetheart.

"Now, now, there's no need for heated words..." Fudge intervenes and you throw on a bright, charming smile.

"Not to worry, Minister! Why, myself and Lucius are old chums from school, aren't we? We're only bantering."

Lucius fails to hide his disgust. "Yes, old...chums."

"Well, isn't that just wonderful? And I'm sure you're close considering your...marital ties!" Fudge says awkwardly, eyeing you warily.

You sigh. "What an astute observation, Cornelius."

"We better get to our seats," Lucius sneers, and Narcissa and Draco follow behind them. Narcissa gives you and almost imperceptible nod and you glance at McGonagall from the corner of your eye.

She pulls out your tickets, glancing down at the seat numbers again.

"Looks like we've still got a ways to go," she says and you nod, smiling at your students and Mr Weasley.

"Alright, enjoy yourselves!" You say cheerfully.

They all say their goodbyes and the two of you set off again, finally reaching your seats among the crowd.

It's a good thing you found it too, because as soon as you sit into your seats, Ludo Bagman's voice suddenly booms over the excited chatter. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...WELCOME TO THE FINAL OF THE FOUR-HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SECOND QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP!"

Everyone screams and claps and you share an excited grin with McGonagall. The scoreboard lights up to show: IRELAND: 0, BULGARIA: 0.

"AND NOW, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE...THE BULGARIAN NATIONAL TEAM MASCOTS!"

"I've read about these," McGonagall says beside you, flicking open her programme. You glance over at it, before returning your eyes to the pitch.

A stream of beautiful women emerge, dancing elegantly around the pitch. You watch as they dance and twirl and spin, all to the delight of the crowd, particularly the men. They're practically drooling.

Beside you, a woman is angrily tapping her heel while her husband ogles the dancing Veela, entranced.

The Veela dance faster and faster, spinning and twirling, their hair flowing in the air behind them. Another man not far from you looks like he's about to jump into the stadium from his high seat.

Then they stop.

Everyone around you seems to be rather dazed and confused. Angry yells and shouts rise from the stadium. The crowd didn't want the Veela to go.

You begin to wonder whether the Veela is really ethical, considering the amount of men you can see taking off their shamrock hats and Irish flags. You pull the flag tighter around your body, like a blanket.

"AND NOW," Ludo Bagman roars, "KINDLY PUT YOUR WANDS IN THE AIR...FOR THE IRISH NATIONAL TEAM MASCOTS!"

You grin excitedly, clapping furiously as a steady beat starts from a group of men holding bodhráns at the Irish corner of the pitch. Two large spheres of light appear in the air, gleaming and shining. They spin rapidly towards opposite goalposts, before a rainbow appears and moves in an arc to connect the two dots of light. They rise to form a large, glittering green shamrock, and the crowd begins to cry out in delight as what looks like gold coins begins to rain down from it.

You cry out when a few coins painfully hit against your head, colliding with the soft skin. You rub the sore areas, scowling. You glance at McGonagall, checking if she's had the same problem, to find she has conjured up an umbrella for herself and is holding it above her head, deflecting the lethal coins. She looks very unimpressed.

Everyone around you is in bits, gleefully gathering up the shiny gold objects. One woman in front of you is stretching her shirt and making it into some sort of makeshift basket, collecting the coins there. A few fall into your lap and you pick one up, bringing it closer to your eye to inspect it. It's clearly fake — it doesn't have the same indentations as a regular galleon. There are going to be some very disappointed spectators here later.

Then, to your delight, a line of Irish dancers spill onto the pitch, their feet a flurry of movement beneath them, all in perfect sync. They dance and spin and twirl and kick high, spinning around the field before settling finally as the bodhráns stop and they return to the side of the field, sitting to watch the match.

"AND NOW, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, KINDLY WELCOME THE BULGARIAN NATIONAL QUIDDITCH TEAM! I GIVE YOU — DIMITROV!"

A scarlet figure on a broomstick darts out onto the field at an incredible speed, to the raucous applause of the Bulgarian supporters.

"IVANOVA! ZOGRAF! LEVSKI! VULCHANOV! Volkov! AAAAAAND — KRUM!"

The scarlet players zip around the field, raising their arms triumphantly to the crowd of white, green and red Bulgarian flags.

"AND NOW, PLEASE GREET THE IRISH NATIONAL QUIDDITCH TEAM!" yells Bagman. "PRESENTING...CONNOLLY! RYAN! TROY! MULLET! MORAN! QUIGLEY! AAAAAAND — LYNCH!"

Seven green blurs zip out onto the field and you cheer as loud as you can, waving your flag in the air. Excitement has properly settled over you now at the prospect of the good Quidditch game ahead.

"AND HERE, ALL THE WAY FROM EGYPT, OUR REFEREE, ACCLAIMED CHAIRWIZARD OF THE INTERNATIONAL ASSOCIATION OF QUIDDITCH, HASSAN MOSTAFA!"

A small, skinny wizard, completely bald with a moustache, wearing robes of gold strides out onto the pitch. He's carrying a large wooden crate under one arm, and his broomstick under the other. He mounts his broomstick and kicks the crate open — four balls burst into the air; the Quaffle, the two dark Bludgers and the miniscule, winged Golden Snitch. He lets out a sharp blast from his whistle, and fires into the air after the balls.

"THEY'RE OFF!" screams Bagman. "AND IT'S MULLET! TROY! MORAN! DIMITROV! BACK TO MULLET! TROY! LEVSKI! MORAN!"

The speed of the players is unbelievable — they zip around the field, throwing the Quaffle with such speed you'd think they were playing hot potato. Actually, that reminds you of a time when the lads decided to play a game of hot potato — with an actual hot potato. James had launched it at Sirius' face and you had spent the evening running his cheek under cold water, which resulted in a very put-out wet dog.

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1976

"Love, I'm sure we've been here long enough — "

"Fifteen minutes, Sirius! Fifteen. You should count yourself lucky I'm even doing this considering how stupid you have to be to even play that in the first place — "

"Come on, it was just a bit of fun — "

You point the tap at his mouth for a second and he blubbers dramatically.

"Not so fun now, huh?"

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1993

"TROY SCORES!" roars Bagman, and you're plucked out of your memory to let out a loud cheer in delight. McGonagall jumps in her seat, just as happy, clapping her hands rapidly. "TEN-ZERO TO IRELAND!"

Troy does a lap of honour around the field and you gleefully hoist your flag in the air, waving it enthusiastically. Across the field, the Irish dancers cast glittering green shamrocks above each of their heads with their wands.

Within ten minutes, the Irish team have scored twice more. Volkov and Vulchanov, the Bulgarian Beaters, are whacking the Bludgers as hard as possible at the Irish Chasers, forcing them to abandon some of their best moves and formations. Ivanova manages to break through Ireland's ranks and score Bulgaria's first goal.

The Veela start to dance again as a celebration, and you wait impatiently for them to stop their enchantment and for the game to resume.

"DIMITROV! LEVSKI! DIMITROV! IVANOVA — OH, I SAY!" roars Bagman.

The crowd lets out a collective gasp as both Seekers, Krum and Lynch, plummet through the centre of the Chasers, splitting them. They're neck and neck, speeding faster and faster towards the ground —

At the last second, Krum pulls up sharply and spirals off. Lynch, however, hits the ground with a dull thud that can be heard throughout the stadium. A groan is heard from the Irish supporters.

"What an excellent feint!" McGonagall comments, in awe. "Pity Lynch didn't realise."

You hum in agreement. "One of the oldest tricks in the book!"

"IT'S TIME-OUT!" yells Bagman. "AS TRAINED MEDIWIZARDS HURRY ONTO THE FIELD TO EXAMINE AIDAN LYNCH!"

The wizards hurry out onto the field, carrying medical bags with them. They sit Lynch up, giving him cups of potion to revive him. He finally gets up, much to the delight of the Irish supporters, and returns to the air on his broomstick.

Fifteen minutes of rapid playing, Ireland pulls ahead by ten more goals. You blink, missing an altercation between the two teams, causing Mostafa to give a sharp, shrill blow of his whistle.

"AND MOSTAFA TAKES THE BULGARIAN KEEPER TO TASK FOR COBBING — EXCESSIVE USE OF ELBOWS!" Bagman informs. "AND — YES, IT'S A PENALTY TO IRELAND!"

The Veela leap to their feet, tossing their hair angrily, and start to dance again. You watch as Mostafa has landed right in front of the dancing women, and is acting very odd. He's flexing his muscles and smoothing his mustache excitedly.

You can't help but laugh, watching as he winks at the Veela, though he's unable to wink with one eye so he just...blinks at them.

"NOW, WE CAN'T HAVE THAT!" says Bagman, though he sounds very amused. "SOMEBODY SLAP THE REFEREE!"

A mediwizard streaks across the field, his fingers in his ears, and delivers a harsh kick to Mostafa's shins. He seems to snap out of his daze and starts to yell furiously at the Veela.

"AND UNLESS I'M MUCH MISTAKEN, MOSTAFA IS ACTUALLY ATTEMPTING TO SEND OF THE BULGARIAN MASCOTS!" Bagman cries. "NOW, THERE'S SOMETHING WE HAVEN'T SEEN BEFORE...THIS COULD TURN NASTY..."

It does: members of the Bulgarian team land beside Mostafa, furiously arguing with the referee. You see them point accusingly at the Irish side, whose bodhrán-wielding musicians have enchanted the covers to spell out "HA HA HA". Mostafa doesn't appear impressed, however, and is jabbing his finger in the air frantically, as if to tell the players to get back in the air.

"TWO PENALTIES FOR IRELAND!" yells Bagman and the Bulgarian crowd yells in anger. "AND VOLKOV AND VULCHANOV HAD BETTER GET BACK ON THOSE BROOMS, YES...THERE THEY GO...AND TROY TAKES THE QUAFFLE..."

The play just gets more and more ferocious.

"FOUL!"

"FOUL!"

You watch as, enraged, the Veela burst from their position and appear to be throwing handfuls of fire at the Irish mascots. Their faces are elongating into sharp, cruel-beaked bird heads and long, scaly wings are bursting forth from their shoulders.

"Oh, Merlin!" McGonagall exclaims.

Ministry wizards flood onto the field to separate the fighting Veela and the Irish mascots but with little success.

"LEVSKI — DIMITROV — MORAN — TROY — MULLET — IVANOVA — MORAN AGAIN — MORAN SCORES!"

The Irish cheers are barely heard over the chaos below, blasts are now coming from both the Veela and the Ministry wizards. Quigley launches a Bludger hard at Viktor Krum's face, seeming to break his nose. Blood gushes from his nose but Mostafa barely notices, too occupied with the furious Veela and the end of his broomstick which has now caught alight from one of their fireballs.

Then, you spot Lynch zipping through the air, seemingly in pursuit of something — the Snitch! But it's not long before Krum notices and takes after him at such a tremendous speed you can barely keep up. They hurtle towards the ground once more and you hope and pray that this isn't another feint from Krum and that Lynch'll pull up in time...but your prayers go unanswered and Lynch barrels into ground once more. You groan, watching as Krum lifts up, simultaneously raising his right hand, which was bunched tightly around the Golden Snitch.

The scoreboard flashes brightly, showing: IRELAND: 170, BULGARIA: 160.

The crowd erupts into incredible cheers and screams and you grin, raising your arms high in triumph.

"IRELAND WINS!" Bagman shouts. "KRUM GETS THE SNITCH — BUT IRELAND WINS — good Godric, I don't think any of us were expecting that!"

The Irish teams lands and dance gleefully around their mascots, as their dancers spin and twirl, throwing green and gold confetti around them. Flags are waved all around the stadium, the Irish national anthem blaring from all sides.

"AND, AS THE IRISH TEAM PERFORMS A LAP OF HONOUR, THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP ITSELF IS BROUGHT INTO THE TOP BOX!" Bagman roars.

You turn to the scoreboard, which has now taken on the form of the top box to allow everyone to see inside. The large, gleaming, gold cup is handed to Cornelius Fudge.

"LET'S HAVE A REALLY LOUD HAND FOR THE GALLANT LOSERS — BULGARIA!" Bagman bellows.

You clap your hands, joining the crowd in polite applause, as a very dejected Bulgarian team files into the box. Bagman calls out each of their names and they all shake hands with their own minister and then Fudge. Krum is nursing two black eyes on his bloody face, lumbering towards the two ministers. The crowd erupts into an ear-splitting roar when his name is called out.

Then comes the Irish team: Lynch is being held up by Moran and Connolly; the second crash seems to have rendered him much more dazed and confused. He grins happily as Troy and Quigley raise the Cup into the air and the crowd thunders its approval.

The team leaves the box, doing a victory lap around the stadium, and you gather up your things and stand.

"What a great match!" McGonagall exclaims. "Well worth the trip!"

You grin in agreement, and the two of you leave the stadium along with the crowd. High-spirited singing carries through the air, the Irish supporters rife with merriment and celebration as the two of your return to your campsite. A campsite next to yours has lit their fire again, and someone has produced a fiddle while the rest dance jovially. You grin, grabbing McGonagall's hand and pulling her towards the festivities. She seems reluctant, giving you a bit of a surprised expression, before she joins you in dancing around the fire mirthfully. You swap partners with another man and she fails to conceal her laughter as he twirls her around gleefully.

You find yourself with a woman, a long braid falling from her head to her ankles, who leads you in a jig around the fire. Finally, when yourself and McGonagall have tuckered out, you bid your goodbyes to the lively strangers and return to your tent.

McGonagall sits down at the little table, sighing contentedly.

"Tea, Minnie?" you ask, setting the teapot down on the table and grabbing your cup, pausing to ask her the question. You're a bit wary of calling her that, but your mood is so light that you find yourself not worrying about it.

"Please," she replies. She lets out a small, surprised chuckle and says, "Minnie."

"Has no one ever called you that?" You place a cup in front of her and sit down, opening the latch on the pot and prodding the teabags with a spoon.

"Only my husband, and my mother," she answers. "It has been quite a while since I've heard it."

"I'm sorry if I overstepped," you say sheepishly. "I won't call you that."

She doesn't answer you, eyes focused on the flame of the candle between you. Then she meets your eyes, a small smile playing on her lips, "No, do. We're friends, aren't we?"

You positively beam at her, honoured at the privilege she's just given you. You don't say anything in response, for fear of getting that privileged revoked.

After a while, you pour the tea out from the pot, grabbing milk from the tent's fridge and placing it on the table as well.

"Thank you for bringing me along, by the way," you say.

She smiles, waving you off. "Thank you for coming. I would have been very bored without you. And — though Bagman is a fine commentator, I think you would have been the better choice."

You chuckle, shaking your head. "I'm honoured you think that but...probably not."

"Do you ever miss it?"

"What, commentating? Yeah, I guess. It was pretty fun — "

"School. Do you miss it?"

You shrug. "I go back every year."

She sighs, giving you a knowing look. "Do you miss the time when you attended school?"

Miss it? Of course you miss it. That's like asking a prisoner 'do you miss the time before your imprisonment?'

"All the time," you reply softly. "It was the best time of my life."

There's a brief silence, before Minnie says, "I never thought you were mad, by the way. I know many make you out to be, but I've never thought it. When I look at you, I see an incredibly strong woman — perhaps a bit stubborn — but nonetheless an extremely intelligent woman, a woman well-worth listening to — and I fear you haven't been listened to enough in your life."

You don't even know what to say, you were not expecting that. You can't find the words at all, so you just look dumbly back at her and open and close your mouth repeatedly.

"I...I don't know what to say. You're amazing."

She chuckles, seemingly taken-aback, and just smiles again before setting down her empty cup and standing.

"Time for bed, I think. Goodnight."

You smile, sipping the last of your tea. "Goodnight, Minnie."

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*bodhrán: a drum used in Irish music

also, I changed the Irish mascots to be dancers instead of leprechauns, just because personally I find leprechauns to be a poor representation of Irish culture and never liked it in the books/movies!!

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Meet the Robinsons Headcanons (Part 3)

There are more Robinsons that live in other places. Uncle Wormly, Cousin Pete, Uncle Judlow, Orbley, Nimbus, the Family Lazardo - They’re all out there.

Petunia’s side of the family is Irish. They all have bright red hair just like her and her children. 

They do not know about Laszlo and Tallulah, but Petunia’s father disapproved of Fritz.

Franny is still good friends with Lizzy and Stanley. Both are often welcomed over and considered part of the family.

Wilbur and Laszlo are known to get into laughing fits at the worst possible times. Like clockwork, the two are glancing at each other and trying not to laugh at every little thing. Neither of them even have to say a word, it’s all in the eye contact. Gaston often finds himself in on these fits as well. He’ll try and scold them, but next thing he knows, he’s laughing with them. According to Carl, they all struggle with situational awareness, although that could easily be an entire-family trait.

Fritz is squeamish and can’t stand the sight of blood or needles without becoming faint or passing out.

Tallulah, like her father, hates needles. Not to the point of fainting, but she definitely needs help at the doctor’s office. 

Laszlo has to hold her still when she needs to get a shot or vaccine. She’ll usually do the ‘slip to the floor to get out of their hold’ thing. Fritz just straight up passes out.

Wilbur stares at the garage door a lot, especially when it’s cracked open. Everything just seems to go fuzzy for him…

The same thing happens during thunderstorms, especially at night.

He now double and triple checks locked doors. Sometimes his relatives will have to get him to leave it. He’ll always refuse until he’s certain it’s shut and locked with the alarm on. The only way to get him inside is to show Wilbur that the door is locked.

Franny was always that kid bringing home stray animals. Her favorites? Frogs!

She did bring home a snake one time. She had never seen Gaston run so fast in her life.

When Cornelius came home at the end of the movie, Bud pulled the ultimate dad joke and told him “The last time I saw you, you were this tall!” While holding his hand up at Lewis’s height.

Grandpa Bud can do a walking handstand.

Laszlo is quite skilled at both the theremin and the piano. He loves playing ragtime on the piano.

The first prototype for Laszlo’s paint gun was a modified water gun.

Cornelius has a bad habit of pulling all-nighters with his projects.

Wilbur isn’t much better with his video games.

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Spring 1 recap.

previous - next - next season

All households:

Aria and James Sapphire

Alexander Sapphire and Serenity Edmondson

Kellen and Chelsea Lambert, Ericka and Storm Martinez, Matthew Lambert and Liam Martinez

Jay, Sydney and Graham Lambert, Melody, Nasir, Cornelius and Ezequiel Akana

Yolanda, Milton, Sienna and Leïla Stafford

Arthur, Jillian, Mila and Sara Sapphire

With the spring breeze came its lot of drama to the different descendants of Marina Sapphire. Among Dahlia Lambert's grandchildren, talks of babies and marriages animated the family dinners, accompanying this urge for most to move out of their parents' home. Most felt ready to deploy their wings albeit still hesitant to discover what it was like out there to pursue their own dreams. For Alfonso Lambert's descendants, it was time to gather together again after the move of the Stafford to Newcrest. They are all happily spending more time together and are still on their journey of self-discovery as they navigate through their teenage years.

Though family gossip started with the unexpected pregnancy of Melody Lambert and the obvious question of "who is the father?", all mouths were shut when she married the father of her twins, Nasir. Though for once the spotlight was on Melody, she hated it and only wanted it to stop - or not happen. Being a mother when she did not want it, and even worse, of twins, was hard on her. She was struggling with motherhood and could only stay afloat thanks to Nasir who turned out to be a very reliable parent. In the shadows, Graham was preparing his departure for university. After all, he had delayed his move until his sister would give birth and then after her wedding. To be frank, he was just trying to buy more time. He was scared of leaving his home, this cocoon of love and attention he always knew. But it was time for him to leave his parents' house and go on his own adventures. Once before a united pair, the twins said goodbye to one another, sure to miss the other half. Graham is not the only one who knew it was time to bid farewell to their childhood home. Ericka felt her stay at her parents' house had been too long already. She was torn between helping Kellen and Chelsea who are still taking care of her brother Matthew despite their old age and the need to have her own place to call home with Storm. After all, the bedroom they share with baby Liam has really turned too small. In the end, the needs of a new place for this family prompted the departure of Kellen's cousin and also neighbor Yolanda Stafford from San Sequoia. With her family, they decided to go back to Newcrest, in her childhood home, while vacating the house they have in San Sequoia and selling it to Storm and Ericka. With another move, Leïla Stafford, the youngest of the two Stafford siblings, was happy to get closer to her cousins but was hoping it would not put a strain on her budding relationship with Mitchel Tilo. Completely lovestruck, by the end of the season they had already vowed to stay with one another. Only time will tell if this will stay a teenage dream... Meanwhile, Sienna was continuing to work hard as a tennis athlete but her heart was elsewhere. She tried to gather courage and finally announced to her parents her intentions to pursue acting. Though not met with disapproval, Sienna knew that her father was not supportive of her entrance in the show business - at least not like her mother seemed to be. This reaction was quite similar to Aria Sapphire's reaction to the news of her second son getting engaged. While she had previously been eager for Arthur to get married and found a family, she had no such expectations for her youngest. Hence at Melody's wedding reception, she had a lukewarm reaction to Alexander's announcement. She was supportive, of course she was, it was great news, but she never met Serenity and couldn't quite grasp the seriousness of Alexander's intentions. Alexander himself must be confused and did retain some information about his rocky relationship with Serenity when telling about his engagement. After all, the first time he had proposed to Serenity was a disaster. She had refused, they put their relationship on pause, she went on a solo vacation for a week and came back saying yes. But even without that piece of information, Arthur quickly came to know how terrible of an idea this engagement was. When coming to Chestnut Ridge to help with wedding preparations, he observed himself how horrible their relationship was - if we could even call it a relationship, seeing how much they argue and only agree to disagree. But between the loose ties he had in Chestnut Ridge and his own children to take care of, he did not take enough time to convince his brother to put an end to this wedding. Will the summer wedding be stopped by Aria and James when they meet Serenity?

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AU Yeah August - Day Eighteen: Bookstore

I want to try covering all my favorite series at least once. Also, the chance to write more on this AU for Odin Sphere? Can’t pass it up lol. BTW, the AU is based off/around this post.

Series: Odin Sphere Rating: G Genre: General, Humor, slight Angst Pairing(s): Gwendolyn x Oswald Summary: Gwendolyn stops by a local bookstore to pick up the newest book in her favorite series. However, she recognizes the new clerk. Warning: No beta! Also, modern!AU set in college.

After weeks of hardwork and headaches, the time had finally arrived; the newest installment of the “Bluebird” series was finally available and Gwendolyn could not wait any longer to read it. She needed something good after all the housing issues and this would hopefully be that pick-me-up she was waiting for especially after the cliffhanger in the previous book.

Stepping inside the bookstore, the doorbell gave its usual chime to alert whoever manned the counter at this hour a customer had arrived. She eagerly approached the front desk and waited patiently for the clerk to come out.

Thinking about it, it had been a while since she’d come at this hour. She hadn’t seen Matthew and wondered if he found someone to cover this shift.

However, her eyes bulged when the backroom door opened and out he came carrying a freshly opened box filled with copies of the new “Bluebird” book. Yes, there was no mistaking the pale hair and red eyes of her ‘husband’ in the whole financial ordeal at school, but when had he started working at the bookstore? Hadn’t Cornelius said he worked at the bar Endelphia? Oh wait, he said that it was on the weekends.

Either way, Gwendolyn stood motionless, watching as he obliviously moved towards the counter and set the box down on the desk. He didn’t look up yet; instead, he moved to the computer next, probably logging back in for sales purposes.

She was confident in that assertion because he started talking before he looked up.

“Welcome to Matthew’s. How can I help… you…?”

Oswald’s voice trailed and he was staring back, his expression one of being caught in the wrong place. Gwendolyn said nothing, staring back, but feeling her nerves begin to betray her. This was so awkward, she didn’t know whether to cry, laugh, or book it out… 

Unfortunately for her, the smallest ‘snrk’ slipped from her lips. Slapping her hands over her mouth, she was mortified. He was still motionless, but she could see the red growing on his face. Only when she was certain another laugh wouldn’t come out did she lower her hands.

“I-I’m sorry! I wasn’t laughing at you; I’m just… surprised to run into you here,” she tried to explain, but wasn’t sure if it was helping. She was never as elegant as Griselda, but wow could she be any worse right now? “You never mentioned working here…”

“... I don’t. I’m covering for Cornelius today. Last minute emergency, but Matthew understands.”

“Oh…” Trailing, her brows furrowed because this couldn’t be legal, but Matthew was the owner. And not that Oswald was a bad person, but… huh, Cornelius trusted his cousin that much. She wondered how often something like this might happen. “It is slow at this time so… I guess no harm anyway.”

Oswald nodded, the color finally receding from his cheeks as he cleared his throat. “Anyway, can I help you find anything?”

“Not… really. Since you have it right there,” she said, gesturing to the book. He looked to the box and she looked down as he turned back her way. “I pre-ordered a copy…”

“Huh… I didn’t know you would be into this series.”

“I guess I never mentioned it.”

They’d been talking about everything they’d need to do about getting this paperwork done, they hadn’t even done the basics. Maybe tonight she would suggest they try getting to know each other better. Cornelius had only said so much and wanted her to try being friends with his cousin. If they’d done that sooner, this wouldn’t be so weird. Quietly, she watched him type into the computer again and soon scan the book’s barcode, telling her the price after. She paid and accepted both book and change with a ‘thank you’, but she didn’t immediately leave once the exchange was completed.

“... Oswald, what… what would you like for dinner tonight?”

“Hm?”

Several books in his hand to register into the computer, she noticed he took a moment to process what she asked, and he almost seemed unsure on how to answer. Why was that? Setting the books down slowly, he seemed to hesitantly reach an answer.

“... I actually have a sweet tooth. I would be better at picking out dessert.”

“... Oh.”

That… of all the things to learn today, she didn’t anticipate that. He was red again and looking down, scanning in the books slowly to make sure they entered the system. For how glower he could appear, Gwendolyn thought this was almost cute. She sighed to hide a soft giggle, and smiled.

“Leave dinner to me then. Why don’t you pick something up for dessert after your shift ends?”

“Huh?” His eyes were up then down, and up again. When they fell next, they did with a nod. “I’ll do that.”

“Okay. Then I’ll see you at home.”

With a little more of her earlier enthusiasm in her step, Gwendolyn walked towards the door. It was an experience learning about her ‘husband’ today, but they were both in on this matter together. Tonight, it was time to make an effort on getting to know more about what brought him to this, and to find out more about him in general.

[lettheladylead]

Oh boy, obscure duck characters. Well, if you haven't gotten this request already, maybe one on Kildare Coot?

Okay Kildare is interesting 'cause he's actually been in a good number of comics (at least fifty I think?) but people don't think about him or use him much because he's so similar to Fethry (which isn't really true they're just both silly and airheaded) and because he doesn't have a defined place on the Duck Family Tree.

But look at him! Lil crazy eyes.

I found a fun Romano Scarpa quote about Kildare and Fethry that's very fun and I'm paraphrasing obviously but it's something like...'Fethry is more of a poet, he can get lost in the romance of things, where Kildare is just absolutely crazy. You never know what you're getting with him.'

The poor guy has only once been published in english despite his number of appearances. Isn't that sad? And it was just a cameo in the Twilight parody comic and that came out just a few years ago.

Anyway okay under the cut for more details:

First a quick thank you to @fethrybestduck for having a link to all this Kildare comics, very helpful. And double thank you for scanlating his intro comic! It’s really funny and I definitely recommend giving it a read.

First thing to note about Kildare: according to his first comic, he’s Donald’s fourth cousin on his Coot side. This makes Kildare a descendant of Cornelius Coot’s brother Johannes Coot - presumably he impregnated someone before he died at sea. He could also be a descendant of a different Cornelius Coot sibling, but I think Johannes is the only Cornelius sibling that actually makes sense so I’m going with him. Any others you see are usually due to translation errors lol

(Also duck wikias say that Kildare’s mother is Luna Loon, making him part coot and part loon, but I tried to find any info on Luna Loon and got nothing. Wikias are filled with made up stuff and people trying to pass off their OCs as canon so idk if she’s real.)

Second thing to note: he was in an asylum prior to his first comic. Kildare is nonviolent but he’s crazy and that’s the gist of his character. 

We’ve seen through a lot of comics that he and Fethry are friendly and he often works for/hangs out with Gideon McDuck. (thanks again @fethrybestduck for this scan)

Really, @fethrybestduck has summarized Kildare better than I could right here: https://fethrybestduck.tumblr.com/post/165315900431/so-i-was-reading-le-grandi-storie-disney-l-opera

You might notice that sometimes Kildare is depicted as blond - from what I can tell, that’s something a colorist decided to try (or maybe it was a mistake? lol) in the late 90s. Usually he’s just got feathers...though they did made him a redhead in the Twilight parody comic, I’m gonna assume that’s a reference to the movie. I know literally nothing about Twilight lol

Anyway Kildare has too many comics for me to read through in detail, but his personality is pretty simply: chaos. It’s a little sad he doesn’t get to appear in more comics, it looks like he’s mostly just used for cameos and AU stories lately. He’s really funny! Maybe someday he and Dickie can meet in a comic ‘cause it’s disappointing they haven’t interacted yet.

You never know when some authors will decide to use a lesser-known character, though!

[theepisceswriter]

AOT characters with a black S/O (Zeke, Jean, Connie, Eren, Reiner)

Synopsis: I think the title is pretty self explanatory 🙈

TW: none really besides mentions of food, African-American culture only for right now sorry my foreign babes 😕, not proofread

ZEKE

Someone throw this man a black girlfriend with a dark or regular academia aesthetic P L S because he would love you to the point where he’s obsessed and treat you so good.

Loves finding neutral shades of beige, white, or brown that compliment your skin color nicely while the two of you are out shopping. Will literally come running from across the other side of the store with a brown jacket in his hand like “Look babe, this would compliment the brown of your skin so nicely 🥺 we gotta get Instagram pictures of you in this.”

He also enjoys finding academia type hairstyles and trying to make them work with your natural hair or braids. At least once a week he sends you a hairstyle he found on Tumblr and helps you later that night to try and achieve a black version of it.

The two of you most definitely have viral pictures floating around on Twitter, Pinterest, and Instagram.

He’s so soft and patient when it comes yo your hair because he has a beard, so he knows what it feels like having to keep up with something that requires a lot of work. He’ll often come into the bathroom to do his beard and offer you an extra pair of hands when it’s your wash day. His favorite part is to help you twist your hair because he likes seeing the finished product when you take them out.

He also uses your hair conditioners and oils in his beard because they make him smell otherworldly and he likes smelling like you. And yes, he has requested for you to braid his beard once but never again because you both thought he looked too weird like that.

Grisha is the awkward white dad who tries too hard to accept you and says stuff like “Hey, like the new hairdo 😃👍🏾.” Whenever you come around. Bless his poor heart, at least he’s trying and you know he means well.

JEAN

Worships you and the ground you walk on like 24/7. He’s so in love with you and makes sure to let you know that on the daily multiple times. And he’s such an amazing lover and avoids doing cringey shit like calling you chocolate or Nubian queen goddess.

Hangs with your uncles and all the other black men in your family because he thinks he’s cool like that, but they don’t mind at all cause they love him.

His mom is the sweetest mother in law ever. She gets along so well with all the women in your family and they’re always swapping recipes with one another. One day time you and Jean pulled up for Christmas and she had a dish filled with collard greens on the table and they were good too.

He has two chains around his neck dedicated to you: one is your name and the other one is the date you two became official. You also wear his name around your neck and you have a ring with his initials on it.

Getting jewelry is something the two of you do together very often. Matter of fact, swap meets are his favorite place to go to in general and his mind was blown when you first took him to one.

Asks you to put his hair in French braids at least once a month because the process is so therapeutic for him. He loves laying his head on his lap and watching as you make his braids so neat and cute. But be careful though because he does like to “Can you braid my hair? 🥺” his way into some coochie.

Don’t brother teaching him how to braid because even if he does get the hang of it after a couple of sessions with you he’ll always request that you do his hair.

You two have random rap battles with each other alllll the time. It’s pretty split between who wins, but often you’ll call him out for trying to use lyrics from other artists.

CONNIE

Did y’all know me and Connie are blood cousins? Both his momma and daddy black and his full name on his birth certificate is Cornelius Demetrius Jones Springer, so take that as you will…

BUT REALLY, Connie fits right in with you and your culture that it’s nearly identical to dating someone the same race as you.

He has a fitted cap with your name sowed into it on the side with a cute heart right by it. It’s his go to hat and he points is out to everyone who doesn’t know about it.

Has most definitely dragged you along with him to go take one of those 2000’s-esque photoshoots with the airbrushed backgrounds. He even made the two of you dress alike and color coordinate because he’s extra like that and the photos are hanging all over your guy’s house. He carries around a mini version of his favorite picture in his wallet at all times.

You better not ever come around this man with messed up edges, visibly old braids, a too visible lace, etc because he will get on you bad and crack jokes about it the whole day because he’s a menace to society like that. No one besides him is allowed to do it though or he’ll get mad at them.

Do not ask this man to help you take down your braids unless you’re cutting them first because he will cut them crazy as hell and might even accidentally cut some of your real hair off too. He’s a master at dipping braids though, it’s something he takes pride in.

EREN

Literally a POWER COUPLE !

Eren will never have you out here looking wrong. The part on your lace is a little off? He’s telling your hairdresser to fix it! Thinks the hair you got looks too synthetic and shiny? He’s dropping big bucks to make sure you have some silky soft hair extensions.

Made you do him some baby hairs one day when he was wearing his signature ponytail as a joke, but now you’re obligated to slick up his edges for him at least once a week. He even has a silk scarf that he uses to tie them down with at night.

Is a master at finding filters on Instagram and Snapchat that don’t make your skin look Orange or pale so the two of you can have the cutest Instagram pictures together.

Walks around the house 24/7 singing 2000’s R&B songs at the top of his lungs because he’s a menace to society like that.

Supports all your financial needs when it comes to hair clothing or anything in general really. Need a new lace front? He’s wiring $700 to your account. Want a Teflar bag? He’s getting you one in every color. Some new shoes came out and you think they’re cute? He’s getting them for you !

REINER

Your aunties would L O V E a hardworking and burly man like Reiner.

He’s get so spoiled by them all the time whenever he comes around. Sometimes they pay attention to him more than they do you and best believe they slide him all the extra plates and desserts at barbecues. I just know he smacks down on a plate of soul food in like 5 minutes.

Speaking of soul food, you really lit up something in his Caucasian taste buds when you gave him a plate of soul food for the first time because now he’s OBSESSED. Every night he’s begging you to cook for him or asking you for the recipe so he can make it himself. His favorites are macaroni and cheese, fried chicken, and yams ☺️

Will bust a move on the dance floor if your family pressures him to get on it at events. He did a two-step with your aunt once at somebody’s wedding and nobody in your family has shut up about it since because they were surprised at how good he can dance. You were equally as surprised as them.

The best person to ask to help you with your hair because he’s so patient and will make sure that your parts are straight and perfect or use his hands to slick your ponytails up to the gods. He’ll do it exactly how you want it to look too and he makes sure it’s to your standard by checking in with you every now and then.

Encourages you to buy clips or little jewels whenever you take him to the beauty supply with you because he thinks you look so adorable when you wear them in your hair.

[arcxnumvitae]

Fly on the wall Dawn about violet

@cxrsedsouls || A Drabble of My Muse Talking About Yours

"I mean, she's-- she's perfect!" Dawn's chin rested dejectedly atop her hands at Cornelius' bartop. "I mean, usually Zeus is screwing up things one way or another in all the stories, but for once it seems like he actually did something correct when he made her. She'd be the perfect person to lead the pack beside Damian!" As bitter a taste as it left in her mouth. She reached out for her glass, only to have another hand come into view to slide it away.

"Ah ah." Cornelius sat in the chair next to her, beer in hand and a brow raised. "I can already tell alcohol and this conversation won’t mix well, and last thing I need is you crying all over my countertops." His cousin's face scowled at that and he had to hold back a laugh as she stuck out her tongue, but soon the brief air of brevity brought about by the teasing dissipated.

Dawn straightened up in her chair with a sigh. "But seriously, it just feels like she'd...do way better than me, and without even breaking a sweat too. I mean, sometimes I can't even get Damian to actually talk to me when something's bothering him." Her fingers laced together as honey brown eyes stared down at her hands’ nervous fiddling. “I-I don’t think I’ve ever been able to get Damian to open up to me when he’s got something on his mind. And I dunno, maybe even he knows subconsciously I’m not cut out for helping him lead the pack one day.”

“But you love the pack,” Cornelius pointed out.

“Yeah, with all my heart. But just because you love something doesn’t automatically make you the best at taking care of it.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Sometimes I barely feel like I can take care of myself.” 

Silence stretched from Cornelius, one heavy with hesitation. They both knew there were a number of things she could have been referring to, and that was exactly the problem. Cornelius took a swig of his beer. “How have you been handling it, by the way? ...Everything, I mean. The time spent running from Thanatos, your parents, Will, everything after, all of it. That’s a lot to handle.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Her response came immediately. Too quickly.

“You should.”

“I feel like-- I feel like if I start, and if I start crying, with all of it...I might never stop. Like I just might shatter apart the moment I try to deal with it all. It’s been decades, but sometimes I still feel like that lost little girl from Brooklyn.”

Cornelius sat back in his seat with a heavy sigh as he fixed his cousin with a look from eyes the same exact shade as hers. “Well there’s your problem then. How are you going to tackle taking care of the pack when you’re still dealing with frankly a frightening amount of trauma.”

“I thought you weren’t good with people, computer-head.” Dawn snorted.

“I’m not. That’s why I’m suggesting, as someone who loves you, maybe try getting some help? Try finding a therapist or someone to talk to?”

“Seriously, man? The hell would I even start? ‘Yes, so, it all started when I fell in love with a man possessed by the Greek personification of death. But just wait until we get to my boyfriend who turns into a wolf sometimes.’ I’m pretty sure they’d try to have me committed and I can’t say I’d blame them.”

“Har har.” The look he gave her was unamused. “I say, if the world’s big enough for vampires, gods, and werewolves to be a thing, a therapist who can help you with all that is small in comparison. If you want to, we can look. The internet’s a huge place and I happen to be a master of it.” Still, from the furrow of her brow, she seemed unconvinced. “At least promise me you’ll think some more about it?”

“If you give me back my glass I’ll promise.”

[chequerootlurks]

I had this super-bizarre, highly detailed, and wholly entertaining, “Ducktales” dream.

It retconned some of the canon. For example, Webbigail was Donald’s daughter, not a friend of his nephews (Huey, Dewey, and Louie); and Gyro Gearloose was Donald’s best friend.

Herein, the setting:

Scrooge McDuck was Donald’s uncle. He owned pretty much the entire town of Duckburg, and had paid for such features as the historic statue of Cornelius Coot, the town founder. He owned a mansion up on the hill, as well as all the land nearby.

For the most part it was a wealthy subdivision, with the exception of a plot he’d sublet from his own mansion estate and divided into two parcels: one for his distant relative Gyro, and one for his impoverished nephew Donald (who lost everything in his divorce with Webbigail’s mother).

Donald lived in a relatively dilapidated trailer. Unlike his distant cousin Gyro, however, he was employed.

Gyro was an inventor, definitely neurodivergent, and when not busy trying to make things, he performed odd-jobs and did his best to maintain Donald’s property and appliances. Gyro was actually quite good at repairs, but his tendency to balk at the mundane and jump from project to project made him essentially “unemployable.”

Donald paid him to do things like HVAC maintenance, repair his camping generator, and the like. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing. When the nephews asked “why do you bother?” Donald replied that Gyro was family.

What the nephews and Webbigail didn’t know was that Scrooge was Donald’s uncle, and Gyro’s great-something distant relative. They didn’t know that Scrooge was, in his own way, helping to provide for -his!- family.

They didn’t know that he was letting them live rent-free on a sublet of his personal land.

The story basically followed the nephews and Webbigail discovering the truth about the eccentric and grumpy hierophant of Duckburg.

So, yeah, that was ONE of my dreams last night, and it was deeply entertaining.

___

Because I was watching this third-person, and aware that I was dreaming, I couldn’t help but think it would’ve made a hellava good fanfic plot if I were into the series like that.

[hehron]

Memories of Halloween

This takes place soon after Harry’s trial in fifth year.

Edit: My fic Mischief On Halloween, if you're curious about how the Marauders spent their Halloweens!

“-And so I have proven that Harry Potter was indeed innocent,” Fred said, dressed in transfigured purple robes, a fake beard and half-moon spectacles.

“Impossible!” George exclaimed, shaking his head so hard that the lime green bowler hat slipped off his head.

“Noooooo!” Ginny moaned, pretending to be a member of the Wizengamot. “Dumbledore! You have thwarted us again.”

“You are no match for the great Dumbledore!” Ron said, dressed as a supporting member. “Or for the great Harry Potter!”

Harry groaned. “Guys…”

“Hermione!” Ron called. “It’s your line.”

“I told you I’m not going to pretend to be Amelia Bones.”

“Spoilsport,” Fred accused. “Harry, come! We must dance to victory!” He dragged Harry over and did a rather embarrassing victory jig.

“I won’t blame the Ministry for thinking Professor Dumbledore’s going senile if he did that over there,” Hermione muttered.

“What are you all up to?” Sirius asked curiously, entering with Lupin and Tonks.

“Just a little role-playing of Harry’s daring escape from the Evil Cornelius Fudge and the Ministry of Magic,” George said, with a cackle.

“Looks like an early Halloween celebration,” Tonks grinned.

“It’s a muggle tradition,” Hermione explained to the rest of them. “Dressing up and going trick or treating.”

“We know! To go to Hogwarts and have Lee Jordan tell us about it! Never been more disappointed, eh, Gred?”

“Oh, the tragedy!”

“Not like you missed anything. You two play pranks on us every day,” Ron grumbled, earning him identical grins from the twins.

“You both must have celebrated it,” Ginny turned to Harry and Hermione.

“Once or twice. Mum and Dad weren’t overly fond of sweets, and it wasn’t as if I was popular with the neighbours’ kids,” Hermione trailed off.

“What about you, Harry?” Lupin asked, both him and Sirius giving him intense looks.

“Erm- I wasn’t allowed to go. Dudley once dressed up as Superman but ended up putting a fuss about having to go around the block for candy. From then on, Uncle Vernon just bought him his own sweets so that Dudders didn’t ever have to walk again.”

“What a lazy pig!” Ginny exclaimed.

“You’ve never gone trick or treating again?” Sirius asked quietly.

“No, but it wasn’t a big deal to me- wait- again?”

Lupin smiled sadly. “Your parents loved Halloween, especially your mother.”

Harry felt the others move away, pretending to talk about the twins’ products.

“Really?” He asked, his heart racing. He was willing to accept any little story about them. Such was his desperation to find out about the parents he never got to know.

“Yeah,” Sirius said wistfully. “On your first Halloween, James dressed you up in little antlers and paraded you around as Prongs Jr. And Lily! She went all out. Decorating the house with pumpkins and toys, inviting all our friends, and showing you off. Merlin, it was the best Halloween we ever had, and we had a lot of great Halloweens.”

Harry listened with rapt attention. He had known his parents had loved him, but to hear it put in such simple terms left a lump at the back of his throat.

“How did you celebrate before?” He asked.

Sirius and Lupin let out fond chuckles, both looking years younger.

“We- we would do all sorts of things,” Lupin said.

“In our first year, we ran into a werewolf,” Sirius grinned, and Harry’s eyes snapped to Lupin.

“Yes, Harry, it was me, but they didn’t know it back then.”

“It was wild! Your mother thought it was a prank and petted his snout. We all thought she was in over her head,” Sirius laughed.

“It was on the next Halloween that they figured out that I was the werewolf,” Lupin added.

“Remember when we tried to crash Dorcas and Mary’s party?” Sirius asked, causing Lupin to playfully groan.

“And of course, it was on Halloween that your parents finally got together,” Sirius seemed to want to say more, but stopped, gulping hard.

“Alice and I’d been trying to set them up for a long time,” Lupin said exasperatedly. “They used to drive us mad with their stubbornness.”

“Alice?” Harry asked, having a fair idea who it was.

“Neville’s mother,” Lupin answered.

“She was your mother’s best friend, along with Marlene McKinnon.” He said, fleetingly glancing at Sirius.

“Alice,” Sirius said in a loud voice, “was Molly’s cousin.”

This caught everyone’s attention.

“Neville’s our cousin?” Ron asked baffled.

“Several times removed, but yes.”

“I wonder if he knows,” Hermione mused.

“This makes you going with him to the ball even weirder Gin-Gin,” George said.

“We went as friends,” Ginny scowled.

“I remember them all,” Tonks interrupted. “Whenever Sirius babysat me, he’d bring me over to their flat.”

“Sirius babysat you?” Fred asked incredulously.

“You’ve met my parents?” Harry asked, at the same time.

“Oh yeah, I knew all of them, well, all except Remus,” She added as an afterthought.

“Remus thought he’d be too dangerous around her,” Sirius said. “Utter rubbish as I’ve told him, in the past and present.”

Lupin sent Sirius a cold look, which he returned, making Harry think they were talking about something else entirely.

“People underestimate the danger of things in the current climate,” Lupin said mildly.

“People underestimate how much time they have left as well,” Sirius said through gritted teeth.

“Exactly. Things should be told before it’s too late.”

“Hold on a minute,” Fred interrupted them. “What on earth are you talking about?”

They both snapped out of it, both seemingly remembering half a dozen eyes on them.

“Whatever you were talking about,” Tonks said airily. “Remus is right. Things should be told before it’s too late.”

Lupin glanced at her, a flush creeping into his cheeks, but refrained from commenting.

“What are all of you doing?” Mrs Weasley asked from the kitchen. “If you’re simply wasting time, you could help me by setting the plates.”

“I’ll help, Molly,” Lupin said immediately. Tonks’ face fell, and Sirius's angry eyes followed him out.

Harry caught Ron’s eye and was happy to note that he looked just as clueless as he felt. Hermione had a frown on her face, and Ginny seemed to come to have come to her own conclusions about whatever that was. Fred and George, deciding it wasn’t interesting anymore, started going off about designing products specific to Halloween, that Harry prayed Mrs Weasley wouldn’t hear.

“Are you all right?” Sirius asked him after a while.

Harry lowered his eyes. He had felt shaken ever since the implications of the story had sunk in.

“It was on Halloween,” He said, his throat scratchy. “They died on their favourite holiday.”

“Believe me, Harry, I’ve spent the last fourteen years thinking about how messed up that is, how fate could be so cruel to us,” He said with pain in his eyes. “But no matter what, I can say with certainty that James and Lily would still love Halloween, would want you to love it.”

“What about you?” Harry asked quietly.

Sirius closed his eyes looking more pained than ever.

“Y-Yes,” He breathed shakily. “I can’t explain it, and I don’t expect you to understand, but Halloween… It was the start of everything good in my life and those memories... They’re enough to get me through it.”

“I get it,” Harry smiled after a minute, looking over at Ron and Hermione, who were bickering over something again. “It was the beginning of everything good my life too.”

[sad-boy-pete]

im in The Mood cus im listening to the bully soundtrack so derry girls x bully

in terms of cliques, none of them are in any but james briefly considered joining the nerds but decided he had too much self-respect for that. (he still chats to cornelius tho). when he first showed up he was eyed up by the preps because of his accent and he nearly got harrassed by gord but derby stopped him because “he’s just a commoner with a fancy accent”. michelle is second to lola in how much she’s manipulated the greasers (and desperate boys in general) to do what she wants.

uniforms!

(their faces arent there cus i struggled so much getting it right. also james is missing cus i can only draw girls. not like he’s dressed that much different from any other non-clique student anyway)[if you can’t tell who’s who, in order it’s clare, erin,orla and michelle]

jenny & aisling are preppies. thats it thats the paragraph

the girls all share one room in the girls dorm and james managed to bag a room w petey so they can sleep at least somewhat soundly... tho james has lost count of the times he’s climbed out the window to avoid the fights in the corridors/common room also bc hes friends(ish) with petey he’s on good terms with jimmy who respects him quite a bit (mainly bc of his loyalty to his friends.. something petey struggles w). zoe also doesn’t hate him for this reason but this doesnt stop him from finding her scary. james knowing jimmy means he’s spoken to the rest of the group a dozen times. clare thinks he’s dangerous and doesn’t like him, michelle thinks he’s dangerous and does like him, erin, being erin, developed a crush on him really easily and orla thinks hes cool cus he has a slingshot and a skateboard

erin has a rivalry with mandy which is starting to take priority to her one with beatrice becuause erin is pretty enough to be on the cheer squad but she hangs around with “weirdos”. beatrice likes erin because mandy has started ignoring her in order to attack erin instead.

orla is honestly? just vibing. as she always does. the bullies try to go after her but she perplexes them by asking odd questions and scares them off with her lighter. some of the greasers + zoe think shes kinda cool

clare is frightened to death of the jocks, bullies and greasers and has no idea how michelle can even go near them i mean come on THEY BEAT PEOPLE UP!!! THEY FIGHT ALL THE TIME. she generally sticks to the main group but occasionally christy and angie invite her to hang out and they gossip but she has nothing to add so she just becomes a rumour library. she’s also quite good friends with eunice (& might have a lil crush on her)

as i said michelle is very much just Lola with a slightly higher bar, hanging abt with boys and manipulating them into doing stuff for her. still, she’s careful to make sure the rest of her group stays out of it. erin still gets a few snide comments for hanging w michelle, sometimes clare has it brought up to her and james has people yelling at him that his cousin is a “harlot” and whatever else, but she takes the fallout on her own. of course, clare and james try to get her to stop doing this but she ignores them, even if she feels a bit guilty.

the group overall tends to get along w the other non-cliques. james unwittingly found himself being subjected to sheldon’s... attention. orla has made friends with pedro, melody and karen, they’re like her little coven.

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12/09 ok! thinking abt this a lil bit more today and michelle hangs abt w the greasers a lot and vance approached her n she assumed her was gonna flirt w her like the rest of them but he completely caught her off guard when he said “hey about your cousin~”. vance genuinely has a thing for james and they share a few classes together so he always tries to talk to him which james struggles w because why is a greaser talking to me help but he lowkey finds him attractive so its this terrible mess

also i just remembered but none of them attend gym cus they find mr burton creepy as fuck. james got told he had to do shop class but Did Not Go because Fuck Walking Into Greaser Territory even if he had vance backing him up. eventually a deal was struck and he swapped with orla so now she goes into the workshop and freaks everyone out and he gets to sit and sew shit with clare.

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37. Nothing Good

Anchor

Stiles Stilinski x Original Character

Episode: 3x13; Anchors

Word Count: 6,537

Warning(s): Mature language, canon violence + gore, hallucinations, nightmares

Author’s Note: I’m sorry for my absence. My grandma died, so I haven’t really had the motivation to write. However, I’m back with Season 3B and I’m so excited because I freaking love this season. I hope you all enjoy! Make sure to tell me what you think, reblog, and like!

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"Okay, so, you go like this," Stiles instructed Olivia, a nimble string of blue yarn twisted between his fingertips. He flipped one bit of the yarn over the other and made a loop, quickly tying it into a knot.

Olivia copied him, rolling her own yarn, a deep emerald green, into a knot.

"Now you slip the needle in like so," Stiles demonstrated with Olivia following his movements. "Good and then you do this," he slipped the yarn through the fingers of his other hand and looped it through his first loop. "No, not like that. Like this..."

Olivia sighed in frustration. "Why do I even have to learn how to crochet, Stiles?"

"Because I know how to crochet."

"Why do you know how to crochet?"

"Because it keeps my hands busy," Stiles informed her as he kept working at his yarn. "Plus, you know we have to get these mittens ready for Cornelius before winter comes otherwise his toes will get cold."

Olivia turned away from Stiles, where he was sitting on his couch, and looked out the window. Out in the backyard, sat the T-Rex that had imprinted on Stiles like a baby duck, knocking around a soccer ball with his tail. Cornelius was gentle for his species, but when Olivia told Stiles that he should get a pet, she had expected him to pick out a dog so Sirius could have a friend to play with.

Unfortunately, all Cornelius wanted to do with Sirius was eat him.

"Don't let them in."

Olivia turned back to Stiles. "What?"

"Don't let them in. Don't let them in!"

Before Olivia could even begin deciphering Stiles' words, the doorbell rung.

Giving Stiles a bewildered look, Olivia stood from the couch and wandered into the Stilinski's foyer in order to answer the door. She was pleased to see that it was Allison.

"Al, come on in," she said happily.

"Thanks, Liv," Allison grinned back at her. "Do you mind if Kate comes in, too?"

Dark storm clouds rolled in over the horizon as Allison walked into the house, revealing Kate Argent behind her. The older blonde smirked evilly at Olivia as lighting crackled just a few hundred feet in front of the house, followed quickly by a deep roll of thunder.

"Goody," Kate wrinkled her nose in delight. "Another Hale."

Heart racing, Olivia quickly slammed the door in Kate's face. She stumbled away from the door, pivoting so she could run and tell Stiles about Kate, when the door rang once again.

"Don't let them in, Olivia!"

For whatever reason, Olivia didn't listen to Stiles. She turned back to the door, as if forgetting about Kate's presence behind it, and opened it. This time, it wasn't Kate at the door, but, instead, Scott. Crimson red eyes gleamed at her while the true alpha waited to be let into the house, a dribble of thick blood falling from his lips.

"Hi, Liv," Scott greeted her innocently; when he went to wave at her, she saw that his sharp claws had replaced his blunt nails and his palms were covered in more blood.

Olivia stared at him wide-eyed, her eyes darting behind him. On the sidewalk leading up to the Stilinski's house, laid Kate Argent. She was dead; her throat had been ripped out, along with most of her intestines. Her blue eyes were wide open and glazed over, staring at Olivia as if she was still alive and begging the anchoram to help her.

"Scott, what did you do?"

Thwack!

Scott didn't get to answer her; an arrow sank into his chest from behind Olivia. Scott roared, his werewolf features blinking into appearance. She felt like she was moving in slow motion as she turned and spotted Allison, her crossbow gripped tightly in her grasp, pointing the tip of a new arrow straight at Scott.

"Get away from him, Olivia," Allison commanded, voice controlled and calm. "he's a monster."

"Olivia!"

Olivia's head whipped toward the living room, where she heard Stiles scream. She wanted to go to him, to run and get him out of there, but she couldn't. It was like her feet were glued into place.

Scott's growl caught her attention. He leapt at Allison, but didn't get far. Practiced and precise, Allison let go of her arrow; as soon as the sharp tip impaled itself into Scott's forehead, Olivia was passing out.

...

She woke at once when the bed jostled violently and Stiles sat up from his pillow, panting frantically. She rubbed her eyes and blinked for a few seconds, trying to clear the blurriness in her vision, and rolled over to his side of the bed.

"Stiles?" she murmured quietly, worriedly, as she reached for him. Even though she couldn't see his face, she could feel the dampness of his sweat on the bare skin of his pale back. "Are you okay?"

When he didn't answer right away, still trying to catch his breath, she sat up and curled her arm around his waist. His skin was clammy and his face was pale, the usual redness underneath his mole-speckled cheeks absent.

"Sweetcheeks?"

Stiles sighed shakily. "Yeah," he grabbed her free hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing her knuckles gently. "I was just dreaming."

Olivia frowned. "What kind of dream?"

Stiles hesitated as he grimaced, the paleness of his skin stark against the pinkness of his lips. "It was weird," he said finally. "It was like a dream within a dream."

"A bad dream," she assumed.

He let out another shaky breath. "Yeah."

Olivia frowned and leaned forward slightly, kissing his shoulder blade. "I'm sorry."

"Not your fault," Stiles said quietly as he turned toward her. His eyes narrowed at her suddenly, confused. "Wait a second...Livvy, what are you doing here?"

Olivia furrowed her eyes, ready to remind him that this was the bed they shared. It was then that their door creaked open. Stiles was immediately distracted by it, his body stiffening as he nervously glowered at the door.

He let go of her hand and then slipped out of her hold, stumbling off the bed.

"Stiles, where are you going?" now he was confusing Olivia.

"I'm just gonna close the door."

"You should leave it. Come back to bed, Stiles."

"No, no," Stiles brushed off her concern. "I should close it."

"Stiles, don't worry about it."

Stiles kept walking toward the door. "What if someone comes in?"

Olivia shook her head. "Like who? Sweetcheeks, you need sleep."

"No," Stiles denied her vehemently. "What if they get in?"

"What if who gets in? Stiles, just leave it. Please, you're scaring me!" he kept walking. "Stiles, no! Stiles, please don't go in there! Stiles, don't, please!"

He wasn't listening to her and it was maddening. He couldn't go through that door. He couldn't!

"Stiles, don't!" she begged loudly. "Stiles, wake up. Wake up!"

"STILES!"

Olivia's mouth clamped shut, teeth snapping together roughly, when Sirius yipped nervously, rousing her from her nightmare. She inhaled deeply when the hinges of her door quietly squealed open and Lydia rushed into the room

"Something's wrong," she breathed as Lydia crawled into bed with her. She didn't dare look at her cousin's concerned green eyes, she kept her own peeled to the ceiling. "Something's wrong with Stiles, Scott, and Allison."

Olivia wasn't a psychic, she couldn't see the future. However, some part of her, some anchor part of her, knew that something was going on with three of her packmates. Her nightmare had freaked her out to her core, but it was just telling her something that she already knew. Something that she had known for two weeks. Dying, and subsequently coming back to life, had affected Stiles, Scott, and Allison more than they let on.

Their three tethers—Scott's had changed to a deep red, Stiles' stayed his beautiful caramel-whiskey the same color of his eyes, while Allison's glowed a comforting pink—seemed like they were always pulsing. She didn't specifically know what was going on with Scott, but she did know more about the effects on Stiles and Allison. And with the dream she had, more was coming to light.

Seeing Stiles struggle broke Olivia's heart to the core. He was constantly having nightmare after nightmare, and what's more, was his sleep paralysis. She had never gone through sleep paralysis herself, but she had done some research after that first night that Stiles experienced it. It was supposed to be horrible and terrifying, knowing that you're awake but you can't physically move your body. It left Stiles tired and traumatized, though he tried his best not to show it.

Allison, like Stiles, was having terrible visions—just without the sleep paralysis. She would blink and suddenly she'd be in a different place. And what haunted her the most was her aunt, Kate Argent. Allison had told Olivia and Lydia that Kate would appear out of nowhere, stalking, or taunting Allison until she grabbed her nearest weapon to fight back. It was terrifying for her, and the person who would come face-to-face with whatever weapon Allison kept stashed close to her.

And Scott was afraid of himself, his alpha self. While not nearly as terrifying as Stiles and Allison's issues, it was still a big deal to Scott. Scott had learned control fairly quickly for a bitten werewolf and his transition to alpha had screwed with his head. He constantly thought that he would turn into a monster like Peter and that he had no control over his transition. It scarred him; he wouldn't even try to make his wolf features appear in fear of not being able to turn back.

And though Stiles, Allison, and Scott bore the brunt of the sacrifices, Olivia was affected too. Every time Stiles had a nightmare, she'd have one too, and would wake up hearing his screams. Whenever Allison was pulled into one of her hallucinations, her tether would vibrate and Olivia was forced to stop what she was doing to check on her best friend. And while Scott's visions weren't as violent, they made his tether light up like fireworks on the Fourth of July; and, infuriatingly, when Olivia offered her help, he refused it.

More and more her concern for her boyfriend, best friend, and alpha began to grow. If the darkness that they earned from the sacrifice was this bad now, how much worse would it be in a few months, years?

She had to do something about it. She couldn't just sit by while her friends went certifiable.

-

"Like this," Olivia held out her left arm, where the plaid sleeve of her blouse was carefully rolled up, and then her right arm, where the fabric stopped prettily on her wrist. "or like this?"

Lydia pursed her lips together, her index finger on her chin, as she seriously contemplated her cousin's fashion choice. "Hmm...you should roll the sleeves," she said finally, eyeing Olivia's bottom half, which was covered by a khaki-colored skirt, dark tights, and heeled ankle boots. "it'll contrast all the business-casual down here."

Olivia glanced at her skirt and then shrugged, knowing what Lydia meant. Carefully, she rolled up her right sleeve until it matched her left and then turned to Lydia expectantly.

Lydia nodded in approval. "Good."

Olivia turned to her locker, a smile quirking her lips. She reached for her textbook for history—where'd they would be introduced to Mr. Westover's replacement—but stopped before her fingers could grip the hard cover.

Allison's tether was glowing brighter than usual, the neon pink blinking on and off. She turned her head, following her instincts (which were, by now, mostly those pesky whispers in her head), toward the set of double doors down the hallway. She was on the move before they swung open and when they did, she was able to catch Allison.

The taller brunette's breathing was frantic as she looked around with wide, confused eyes. It was obvious that she did not remember driving to school, let alone arriving. Olivia squeezed Allison's hands soothingly and pushed some calming effects toward her tether.

"Hey, Al, it's okay," she said softly; she didn't notice as Lydia came over to them, giving Allison a worried look. "You're all right. I've got you."

"I-I was at the morgue," Allison restlessly gestured to the doors. "And Kate, she...she..."

"You're at school and you're safe," Olivia informed her calmly. "Kate's not here. You're okay."

It took a second for Allison to respond, her brown eyes nervously shifting around the hallway. But, finally, she nodded. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize," Olivia was firm; none of this was Allison's fault so there was no point in apologizing. "We just need to—oh, shit..."

Olivia's gaze tinted violet as Scott's tether caught her attention. It was blazing frighteningly and she saw him moving quickly, right into Stiles' tether.

"It's happening to Stiles and Scott, too," Olivia told Allison as she came back to herself. She glanced at Lydia and added, "We need to find them. They're out front."

The three of them turned and left the school, using the same doors that Allison had stumbled through. With Olivia's abilities, it didn't take long for them to find Stiles and Scott. It seemed that it was Stiles who brought Scott out of his hallucination, as his hands were still gripping his shoulders, holding him into reality.

"I'm okay," they overheard Scott assure Stiles.

"No, you're not," Stiles said knowingly. "It's happening to you, too. You're seeing things, aren't you?"

Scott blinked at Stiles, who had let him go. "How'd you know?"

Olivia, Lydia, and Allison were close enough to the boys now that Olivia felt safe speaking up.

"Because it's happening to all three of you," Stiles and Scott turned at the sound of her voice. "frequently, might I add."

Scott deflated slightly. "You can feel it?"

"Every time," Olivia confirmed while slipping her arm around Stiles' waist; it was against their PDA rules, but she didn't care as long as it calmed him down. It did; he pressed a grateful kiss to the top of her head. "There's the nightmares and the visions, of course, the periods of lack of self-control."

Lydia smirked and crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, well, look who's no longer the crazy one."

"We are not crazy," Allison disagreed firmly while Olivia shook her head at her cousin.

"Hallucinating? Sleep paralysis?" Lydia listed as evidence to the contrary. "Yeah, you guys are fine."

She readily ignored the glare that Stiles was sending her, in order to give Scott and Allison an I-told-you-so look.

Scott sighed, agreeing with her slightly. "We did die and come back to life," he admitted. "That's gotta have some side effects, right?"

The bell rang; they had five minutes to get class or they'd be counted tardy.

"We keep an eye on each other," Stiles spoke up, his tone final. "And Lydia, stop enjoying this so much."

Ignoring Lydia's offended look, Stiles and Olivia walked away. Olivia's grip on his slipped from his waist to his hand as they walked and it was taking all of her self-control not to keep staring at Stiles. She couldn't help it; she was worried about him.

"You know, Livvy, I like when you stare at me, I really do, but only when it's, like, the sexy kind of stare, you know?" Stiles joked, clearly trying to lighten the mood. "Or when it looks like you're daydreaming about me. Honestly, when those are combined, that's when I'm happiest—"

"You're such a perv," Olivia laughed but then sobered up. "But, okay, I get it. I'm sorry for staring."

They entered the school once more and walked through the hallway, heading to their history class.

"I just don't want you to worry about me," Stiles sighed. "It's just a couple of nightmares."

"It's not just nightmares, and you know it," Olivia disagreed as they entered Mr. Westover's old classroom. "and I'm gonna worry about you, even when you have your happiest days. You know why?"

Stiles raised an eyebrow at her while sitting in his seat. "Because you've turned into a worry-wart?"

Olivia sat in the seat behind him. "No," she rolled her eyes, sending Scott a smile as he sat in the seat next to Stiles, before looking back at her boyfriend. "it's because I love you, sweetcheeks."

Stiles made a show of rolling his eyes and muttering unhappily, but the way he gripped her jaw and pulled her close for a kiss told her that he appreciated her and the way she cared about him. The tip of his tongue brushed against her lower lip, nibbling on it gently, and when she opened her mouth to receive him, he pulled away with a beautiful smile.

"Love you, baby," he gave her a quick but searing kiss on her flushed cheek. "and another point for Stiles."

A huff came from Olivia's lips as she took in his words. They had been playing a game recently, because Stiles loved games—especially games that annoyed the pants off of Olivia. It all came down to his hate of their PDA rules and he was being so pathetic about it (pathetically cute, much to her chagrin) that she agreed to make a game out of it. If Stiles got her to break one of her rules, he got a point. The more points he got, the better the prize—a prize in which they had yet to set.

Damn him!

"I hate you," Olivia scowled at him, though she had to fight to keep the expression on her face.

"No, you don't!" Stiles sang with a chuckle.

Rather than stroke his ego, Olivia gave her attention to the front of the class. Their new teacher, Mr. Yukimura, had entered the room and had just finished writing FDR's famous Pearl Harbor quote on the board. She had high hopes for Mr. Yukimura, as she had met his daughter, Kira, in her free period and she seemed quite nice.

The bell rang once more as Mr. Yukimura set his piece of chalk down and clapped the dust off of his hands.

"Good morning, everyone," he greeted the class pleasantly. "My name is Mr. Yukimura and I'll be taking over for your previous history teacher. My family and I moved here three weeks ago. I'm sure, by now, you all know my daughter, Kira...or you might not, since she's never actually mentioned anyone from school...Or brought home a friend for that matter."

A loud sigh came from a couple seats behind Olivia. The whole class turned to look as Kira, dressed in a black crop-top with her hair in beautiful waves, slammed her head against her desk. Olivia smiled slightly as the new girl looked up and gave everyone a sheepish smile.

She usually didn't like people—her friends, obviously, excluded—but when she met Kira, she instantly felt a connection with her. Kira was bubbly but shy and awkward and it made Olivia want to take her under her wing and into her group of friends. They had an awkward friend—Stiles—but now they needed a shy one and Kira fit that bill.

Olivia waved at her and smiled in satisfaction when Kira returned her action shyly.

"Now, let's begin with American History at the turn of the twentieth century..."

-

-

"Maybe we need a little more time to get back to normal."

Stiles quietly scoffed at Scott's words. Leave it to Scott McCall to be optimistic even when they were going crazy. He grabbed his combo lock and started fiddling with the knob, reciting his memorized combination as he twisted and turned it to the right marks.

"Yeah, try not to forget we hit the reset button on a supernatural beacon for supernatural creatures," he frowned and narrowed his eyes when his lock did not open. He tried his combination again, though the numbers on the lock were far from normal. "There's a pretty good chance things are never going back to normal."

He tugged on his lock, frustrated. Long gone were the usual numbers; in their places were symbols. Symbols that he had never seen before. His skin prickled with irritation and fear as he stared them down, trying to make sense of them.

"Yeah," Scott sighed in agreement, missing out on Stiles' frustration.

With a grunt, Stiles let go of the lock and turned to Scott, ready to rant about his sudden inability to read. However, he stopped point blank when he saw that Scott's eyes were his alpha-red, not his normal chestnut-brown.

"Oh, dude, your eyes."

Scott gave him an alarmed look. "What about them?"

"They're glowing," Stiles said hurriedly and Scott ducked his head. "Like, right now. Stop, Scott. Stop it."

Scott's breathing picked up as a wheeze as he raised his hand over his red eyes. "I can't," he panted, panicked. "I can't control it."

Stiles grimaced, wondering where Olivia was, and grabbed Scott. "All right, just keep your head down," he advised, looking around at the classrooms on either side of the hall, trying to remember which one was empty during third period. "Okay, come on. Keep your head down."

He led Scott into freshman history classroom and slammed the door shut behind him. Scott ripped away from him, grunting loudly as he tried to gain control, and tore out of his jacket.

"Get away from me," he growled at Stiles when he tried to help him. "Stay back."

"Scott, it's okay."

"I don't know what's going to happen," Scott insisted thickly, through his fangs.

Though Stiles wanted to ignore his friend's warning and just grab him and tell him that everything was going to be okay, he didn't. He stayed back, not only for his safety, but to respect Scott's wishes. After all, what if Scott couldn't control himself and ripped Stiles into pieces? That'd be a disaster, for both of them.

The door swung open and Olivia rushed into the room only a second after Scott started digging his claws into the flesh of his palms. Stiles stayed back and let her do her thing, watching as she kneeled in front of his best friend and grabbed his forearms.

"Scott, Scott, listen to me," her eyes were glowing purple under her ministrations. "You're going to get control of yourself now, all right?"

"Pain—"

"Pain makes you human, I know," Olivia agreed with Scott, nodding empathetically. "All right, so focus on that pain. Let it ground you. That pain is an anchor."

Stiles knew that this was serious, he really did. But between his fear and anger at the situation he, Scott, and Allison were in, his heart couldn't help but melt. Olivia had really come into her own as an Anchor. She was empathetic and gentle and though he loved her as she was previously—self-deemed the Ice Queen—he only grew more and more in love with her with each passing day.

God, I'm so fucking lucky to have her.

Olivia and Scott were sitting on the floor now, blood covering the alpha's arms and the Anchor's hands. Scott was back to his human self, back in control, but Olivia continued to give her support, holding onto Scott until she felt he no longer needed her. Stiles plopped down next to them and handed them some tissues he snagged from the teacher's desk.

"This isn't just in our heads," he admitted as Olivia let go of Scott and started wiping her hands of his blood. "This is real and it's starting to get bad for me, too. I'm not just having nightmares. I'm having dreams where I have to literally scream myself awake...And sometimes, I'm not even sure if I'm ever actually waking up."

Olivia swallowed thickly, giving her boyfriend a concerned look. "What do you mean?"

"Do you know how you can tell if you're dreaming?" Stiles looked between Olivia and Scott, watching as the latter shook his head. "You can't read in dreams. More and more, the past few days, I've been having trouble reading. It's like I can't see the words. I can't put the letters in order."

Stiles focused on Scott so he didn't have to see the heartbroken look on Olivia's face.

"Like even now?"

Stiles looked around the room, focusing on the posters taped to the brick walls. They were history posters, obviously, but he couldn't make out the words. All the letters on each and every one were mixed around, like he was suddenly dyslexic. The only thing he could make out was a picture of Lincoln's memorial—but there weren't words on that one. He couldn't read.

"I can't read a thing."

-

-

Things had not approved overnight. Allison in particular was having difficulties, so Olivia stuck to her side like glue. After she left art class, where Allison was having trouble holding her brush still, to help with Scott's control, things had not gotten better for the hunter. According to Lydia, Allison spaced out after getting red paint on her canvas and was close to a panic attack.

Lydia, being the strategist she was, suggested that Allison practice with her bow after school. The three of them went out to the woods behind Olivia and Lydia's house and set up a target for Allison to shoot. However, Allison's shaky grip on the paintbrush was much like her grip on her bow. She couldn't stay still, no matter which way she held the string and launched the arrow.

In the end, their little experiment had been a disaster. Allison ended up having a hallucination of Kate—one that Olivia could not bring her out of, no matter how hard she tried—and tried to shoot Lydia. She would have killed the redhead if it wasn't for Isaac's newfound crush on the hunter. If he hadn't been following them and hadn't caught the arrow heading right for Lydia's head, she would be dead.

It had been a restless night of sleep for Olivia, courtesy of the nightmares keeping Stiles awake, and things only got worse when she went back to school the next day. After sleeping through the first two periods in the nurse's office—Olivia was her favorite student and she was often able to escape there during class if she already knew the lesson for that day—it had been Coach's class.

Having gotten a nap in, Olivia felt fine. She was taking notes along with Coach's lecture and had answered a question or two when she was called on, when she felt it. Stiles tether almost ached as it lit up the map of her pack. In the desk in front of her, Stiles was still awake and writing furiously in his notebook but he wasn't reacting to anything she sent to his tether to calm him down. It was like he was asleep, but he wasn't—his eyes were wide open and he kept writing the same phrase over and over again in his notes.

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.

Coach, who had been trying to get his attention, had enough of his ignorance. He blew sharply into the whistle, causing Stiles to jump high in his seat, completely shocked.

"Stilinski!" Stiles glared at Coach, wide-eyed. "I asked you a question."

"Uh, sorry, Coach," Stiles apologized, centering himself. "What was it?

"It was, 'Stilinski, are you paying attention back there?'"

Stiles grimaced. "Oh...Well, I am now."

Coach pressed his lips together unhappily. "Stilinski, stop reminding me why I drink every night," he turned away from Stiles. "Does anybody else want to try the question on the board?"

Stiles sighed in relief now that Coach had turned his attention to someone else, and turned to Scott and Olivia. She knew that her face must have shown how worried she was, because Stiles was quick to assure them that he was okay.

"I'm okay, I just fell asleep for a second."

Olivia glanced at Scott and then at Stiles' notebook, looking over his handwriting. He was writing to himself, telling himself to wake up, and he hadn't. Not until Coach used his whistle to get his attention. So, physically, he wasn't asleep, but he thought he was?

What the hell is going on with him? Olivia worried to herself.

"Dude," Scott nodded at Stiles' notebook. "You weren't asleep."

Stiles glanced at his notebook, his eyes growing wide with confusion. At once, he grabbed it and slammed it upside down so he didn't have his own handwriting haunting him.

Soon, class ended with the ring of the lunch bell. Olivia, Stiles, Scott, and Lydia—who also had economics class with them, but sat on the other side of the classroom with Danny—went to the courtyard to eat. Allison and Isaac met up with them and though they all had brought food, eating was the last thing on their minds.

They compared stories about what was going on with Stiles, Scott, and Allison. The more they heard, the more they knew that they had to do something. They just didn't know what.

"Okay, so what happens to a person who has a near-death experience and comes out of it seeing things?" Scott asked, bringing them back to the start of the conversation.

"And is unable to tell what's real or not," Stiles added grumpily.

Allison nodded, "And is being haunted by demonic visions of dead relatives?"

"They're all locked up because they're insane," Isaac answered, idly throwing a potato chip into his mouth.

"Ha," Stiles laughed sarcastically and sneered at him. "Can you at least try to be helpful, please?"

"For half my childhood, I was locked in a freezer," Isaac reminded him. "So, being helpful is kind of a new thing for me."

"Hey, dude, are you still milking that?"

"Yeah, maybe I am still milking that."

"Guys, I mean this in the nicest way, but shut up," Olivia interrupted them, grabbing Stiles' hand that rested on her thigh and squeezing to the point he winced. "Turning on each other is not gonna help us."

"Hi!" a new voice chirped and Olivia looked up to see Kira standing at the end of their table. "Hi, sorry. I couldn't help but overhearing what you guys were talking about and I think I actually might now what you're talking about."

They all stared at her expectantly.

"There's a Tibetan word for it," she explained as she took the empty seat next to Scott and across from Lydia. "It's called Bardo. It literally means in-between state."

Lydia narrowed her eyes at the newcomer. "And what do they call you?"

Scott gave Lydia a reproachful look as Olivia spoke up, "Her name's Kira. I told you about her, remember, Lyds?"

"Right," Lydia nodded, giving Kira a once-over. Olivia didn't know if her cousin felt threatened by the fact that Kira knew something she didn't, or because Kira was sitting close to Scott. "the new girl."

"Yeah. So, Kira," Olivia caught their new friend's attention. "are you talking Bardo in Tibetan Buddhism or Indian?"

Kira shrugged. "Either I guess. But all the stuff you guys were just saying? All that happens in Bardo," she nodded confidently. "There are different progressive states where you can hallucinate. Some you see, some you just hear. And you can be visited by peaceful or wrathful deities."

"Wrathful deities?" Isaac repeated skeptically. "And what are those?"

"Like demons," Kira grinned. Olivia knew that if Kira knew they weren't just talking hypotheticals, there wouldn't be a smile on her face.

"Demons," Stiles scoffed, frowning at Olivia, who smiled sympathetically. "Why not?"

"Hold on," Allison spoke up. "if there are different progressive states, then what's the last one?"

"Death," Kira answered casually. "You die."

Olivia, Stiles, and the rest of the pack shared at look, one thought on each of their minds.

Shit.

-

-

The crackle of electricity was unmistakable, especially when they were being held in such a small room. Olivia found herself chained to a fence, her toes unable to reach the rough wooden floors, between two familiar men. Derek was on her left with a stubborn expression on his face and Peter was on her right, scowling in pain. Both of them were shirtless, but Olivia was still fully clothed in the pajamas she changed into at Allison's apartment while they studied.

Derek glared past her, his pale-green eyes spewing hate at Peter.

Peter noticed. "Why are you looking at me like this is my fault?"

"Because it is your fault."

Derek's statement was followed by a sharp shock rocking through their bodies. Olivia gasped in pain and clenched at the metal fence, her fingers practically molding the material around them.

"It's all your fault," she added when the electricity cleared.

"Yeah," Peter sighed. "you're probably right."

There was another crackle and Olivia's body shook from current that ran through her. She knew that she should have been dead by now, that she should have died from electric shock and from the sheer pain that came with it, but she wasn't. For whatever reason, she was still alive and held captive with her father and cousin.

"You see this equipment?" the man who had been controlling the electric current spoke up from where he sat by an old, rusty transmitter. "Very old. The settings are not quite accurate anymore. So, it's hard to tell just how far to turn the dial."

Olivia's teeth rattled together in her mouth as Peter grunted, "I think it's a little high."

The man didn't like the way Peter spoke to him. He grabbed the knob that controlled the strength of the current and turned it higher. A scream forced its way out of Olivia at the fresh wave of electricity and Peter growled, but Derek merely grunted.

"I've seen some crack their teeth, others? They just shake and shake even after their heart stops," the man laughed as he looked back on Olivia, Peter, and Derek. "Sometimes we don't even know they're dead," he cut the electricity and laughed again. "but nobody wants to play a guessing game. So, why don't you just tell us. Where is la loba?"

The man walked away from his station and took root in front of Olivia, Peter, and Derek.

"We don't know where la loba is," Derek answered strictly, trying to catch his breath.

"Yes, you do," the man disagreed. Derek stayed quiet. "Well, we have our methods of persuasion. So, one of you gets cut in half, the other talks."

Olivia grimaced just at the thought of a hemicorporectomy. Those reminded her of Gerard Argent and she couldn't stand that old asshole.

"I would love to be the volunteer, but we really don't know what you're talking about," Peter spoke up. And then, just because he was Peter, he barbed, "And honestly, isn't bisecting people with a broad sword a little medieval?"

The man chuckled. "Broad sword? We're not savages," he nodded at one of his men and the man picked up a chainsaw, revving the engine. "We all wonder how far your little healing trick goes."

Olivia saw the man with the chainsaw position the rapidly-moving blade at Derek's arm before she clenched her eyes tightly shut.

"What do you think?" the main man asked. "Can you grow back an arm? We're pretty sure you can't grow back your head."

"Boys," a sharp, feminine voice cut through the buzz of the chainsaw.

The electric tool's power was cut immediately and when Olivia opened her eyes, she saw a tiny woman enter the room. She, like the men they were with, was Latino in heritage and spoke with a heavy accent when using the English language.

The woman spoke to her men in her native language as she walked further into the room. Both men rescinded away from Olivia, Derek, and Peter and stopped to watch the woman do her work.

She stopped in front of the three Hales, giving them a once-over.

"No hablo Espanol," Derek said curtly, lying through his teeth. While Olivia only had two years on Spanish on her belt and wasn't quick to the take when people spoke it around her, Derek was. It was one of his best subjects in school.

The woman clicked her tongue. "You speak many languages, Derek Hale," the woman spoke in her native language, though this happened to be a statement Olivia could translate. "You know exactly what I'm saying and you know who we want."

The woman pulled something out of the pocket of her cute old-lady sweater. Olivia could see that it was a blade of some sort, maybe curved to cut something specific. The woman took slow steps toward them, holding the blade out threateningly.

"Where is the she-wolf?"

Was she talking about Cora? That was the only female werewolf that they knew now. But what did these people, these hunters, want with Cora? She hadn't done anything wrong.

Even if they were asking about Cora, Derek wasn't going to give his sister away.

"We don't know any she-wolf."

The woman pressed her lips together and nodded. "I know you won't talk, lobito," she turned, completely bypassing Olivia, and stood in front of Peter. "This one will talk. This one loves the sound of his own voice."

"You should hear me sing," Peter said sarcastically.

The man, the main one who was in change of the electrical current, smirked viciously. "We want to hear you scream."

Peter shook his head and glanced at Derek. "No one ever wants to hear me sing."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Shut up, Peter."

Peter faced the woman again as she spoke, "What could we do to persuade you, hmm?" she lifted the blade against Peter's temple and drew it down his face; Peter winced as his fingernails sharpened into claws and blood dripped down his chin. "Where is the she-wolf?

This time, Peter kept his mouth shut.

The woman didn't like that. Quickly, she whipped the blade away from his face and brought it down on his hand. Peter's ring finger on his left hand was chopped off swiftly, blood bursting out all over his chest as he screamed.

"Oh, my God," Olivia breathed, her stomach turning.

"Think about it," the woman called, from where she had turned around. She studied the severed finger in her hand. "I'm only going to ask you nine more times."

And with that, she dropped the finger, and walked out of the room.

Olivia inhaled deeply as she sat up, her palm sloped against her racing heart. The dream—no, the nightmare—she had been having felt so real. Much more so than the dream she had of Stiles, Scott, and Allison the other night. No, what had happened in her dream had really happened, though it was obvious that she wasn't there. Derek and Peter were in trouble, trapped by hunters in Mexico, and she had to do something about it.

A sharp gasp came from next to her. Olivia watched as Allison jumped awake from her restless sleep. Placing a calming hand on her friend's shoulder, she tried not to panic as Allison pulled a ring dagger out from under her pillow.

Yeah, none of this was okay.

(Gif is not mine)

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What I would love to see in the next Fantastic Beasts movies

(as always, sorry for the mistakes and for my poor english, I’m not a native speaker, etc! I will continue to correct it)

If you already read other posts I wrote, you know that I’m into plans and organised texts. So here we go again.

Just to be clear:

it's neither a request, nor what I think we should or need to see, and I won't be mad if we don't have the following scenes it in the next films. (I do have an opinion on what can be interessing to include in the movies, but again, it's my opinion! just ideas, and a lot of questions without answers also, etc) (and well it’s not groundbreaking but who cares)

About Newt and his friends

About Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald

About the Summer of 1899

About the other characters

About the Wizarding Society, Muggle world, etc

Some explanations we would like to have

1. About Newt and his friends

- Newt as a selfless and intrepid hero who loves all of the magic creatures

- To be honest, all the team as dauntless and loveable heroes and heroins facing bad guys (and Jacob - who’s already the kindest and smoothest man - being also incredibly brave)

- Newt and Tina, as a couple, loving each other, fighting together, having each other back, growing stronger and more confident with each other (like they’re fighting and are in symbiosis) (in the last film obviously)

- Queenie Goldstein as a powerful witch while she explains why she joined Grindelwald’s side - because she believes Ministry is going to do nothing for her, because she believes in a brighter future without the Statute

- (At least) some clues about Nagini’s and Riddle’s meeting

- Credence’s true family? And because his past is quite tragic and he’d already gone through awful experiences, maybe his happy end?

- Theseus not knowing how to act after Leta’s death: should he follow blindly the Ministry? Trust Dumbledore, his brother and the rest of the team?

- A character eventually agreeing with some of Grindelwald’s ideas about magic things which shouldn’t be hide and stuff, but fighting against him anyway (well, most likely Queenie)

2. About Albus Dumbledore and (or) Gellert Grindelwald

- Albus Dumbledore as the charismatic, incredibly marvellous and skilled wizard he is, while people around him are impress by his aura: imagine Albus walking in the Ministry, and people who are supposed to protect the whole country are amazed, even scared: he’s stunning, blazing with power (and with cold fury, because the Ministry obviously did something stupid and Dumbledore is mad at them)

(at this point, we finally understand why he is the most powerful, skilled, prodigious, dazzling wizard of his age)¹

- Albus with colourful and amazing clothes

- Albus facing his Boggart (which is supposed to be Ariana’s corpse, but well, who knows)²

- Gellert Grindelwald facing his Boggart (what could it be?) (ok, I’m just curious here)

- The backstory of the Deluminator: why and when Albus developed this magical device? Did he always used it to have fun with light, or was it initially a more personal object? Had Albus created the Deluminator to find Gellert Grindelwald to fight him, at the end?

- A funny and arrogant (and bitter?) Dumbledore’s rejoinder, while he’s conscious of his marvellous mind and skills (like in the books)

- Dumbledore’s reaction when he discovers who is the actual Master of Elder Wand (again, i’m curious)

- Are Grindelwald’s mismatched eyes™ a sign of something important about his past, his abilities? is his hair white - and not anymore blond - because of Dark magic?

- A moment when we see how Dumbledore is able to manipulate surrounding people, including allies and friends

- A heartbreaking and breathtaking dialogue in 1945, while they fight against each other - and I wonder if - how - they are going to talk about their past, shared ambition and dreams, sentiments, guilt, regrets, etc

3. About the Summer of 1899

- To be honest, it’s mostly: Albus and Gellert as remarkable, arrogant, impish, brillant and not wise at all young wizards in a flashback of 1899

passionate discussions about the Hallows, politics, the Statute, or complex magic things

wandless magic, non-verbal spells, forbidden and dangerous rituals³

Albus’ reactions while Gellert has his visions (was he already able to control his Seer’s abilities?)

how they have fun (common sense of humour, a bit bitter and jeering one most likely?)

And thanks those very quick scenes, we understand why Albus and Gellert fell in love with each other - they both were a freedom symbol for the other in a way, all what they always desired and dreamed of - and their common ambition elevated them, made them wanted a bright and glorious future

(ok, too much to show, yes, i know)

- Also, an already dangerous and extreme Gellert and an in-denial Albus (about the Inferi army, etc)

- A glimpse of the relationship between Abelforth and Ariana, between Albus and his family, and between Gellert and Albus’ siblings

(edit: and yeah i forgot, a kiss or something - an act only did by lovers and not best friends, because there are still people believing they are friends - and their relationship is technically still not canon?)

4. About the other characters

- Adult Abelforth, loathing his brother, suffuring

- Tom Riddle at Hogwarts, possibly facing Dumbledore, or as a young charismatic awful future Dark wizard, or acting like he’s jealous of Grindelwald’s influence and like he already wants to surpass him

(it could be great to see him, at least few seconds, to build the bridge between FB and HP and most importantly to have a more detailed vision of Wizarding modern History, you know what i mean?)

- Ministry people who do not like Dumbledore because it’s funny

- A character who’s scared by the war and finally who gives up, and who runs away to try to be as far as possible from the political troubles

(it would show how war is an ordeal - I do not have the impression that the pressure and all were something so exposed in HP books, it could be great to see it?)⁴

- Minerva McGonagall, Alastor Moody, Cornelius Fudge, etc, being young - if they are already born in 1945? It’s not written anywhere so idk

- edit: I forgot Hagrid, it could be awesome to see him as a teen in the last movie during the events of the Chamber of Secrets’ first opening!

5. About the Wizarding Society, Muggle world, ect

- The consequences of Grindelwald’s actions around the wizarding world and in the Muggle world: how things are destroyed, how he influences the governments

- The influence of rich and conservative pure-blood families through the war: how several of the sacred-28 families supported Grindelwald, how they influenced the whole magic society, why their inaction killed people, how the Ministry is corrupted, why it didn’t really change, even after the end of the war⁵

- The same conservative influence but in the very heart of character’s life: how Nagini is marginalized, for example⁶

- Why not political opinions expressed by several characters, to show how politics is a delicate and intricate subject, and why neither Albus Dumbledore nor Gellert Grindelwald are all white / all black, how Grindelwald gain influence, etc

6. Some explanation we would like to have

- Why is Albus Dumbledore DADA teacher? We know he wrote articles in Transfiguration Today before graduating, so why teaching DADA? (guilt, will to help young people to not be tempted by Dark magic and power like he was, or was there simply already a Transfiguration teacher?)(should I mention it’s never said in the HP books?)

- When and why will Albus be the Transfiguration teacher? (edit: we have clues in FBtCoG because Travers says Albus is not going to be allowed to teach DADA anymore so I guess it explains it)

- How can Minerva McGonagall be at Hogwarts, already be a young woman - if I remember well, she’s not even born? Or extremely young?

- How Gellert Grindelwald summoned a phoenix - and more likely, let’s theorize, how might he summon and control Fawkes?

(because Credence can’t be a Dumbledore - or at least, can’t be directly related to Albus, Ariana, Kendra and Percival - or is he the illegitimate and secrete son of Abelforth? a cousin of Albus?

but if we consider Credence is not a Dumbledore, Gridelwald had been able to control a phoenix which is linked to thhe Dumbledores, right? is it thanks the blood pact? of because of Credence’s Obscurus? we don’t know

edit: or there is the theory about Credence being created by the philosopher’s stone I guess, so with Ariana’s Obscurial and most likely Albus’ blood)

- Why nobody knew that Grindelwald and Dumbledore met each other when they were teenagers, when Rita Skeeter published Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore in 1998?

(i’m not so angry, i’m mostly confused)

The Ministry knew Albus met Gellet Grindelwald in 1899, right? How can a that huge information be a secret during decades? Why Rita Skeeter only found it after Dumbledore’s death? Albus said they used to be “closer than brothers”: after that and because Travers doubted of Dumbledore’s true side, Albus had been restricted and watched by the Ministry during FBCoG. It should exist papers, files, archives which confirmed all of this. So why everybody forgot that Gellert and Albus knew each other when they were young?

- Or about Albus’ and Gellert’s former close relationship, didn’t Travers or Theseus understand they were lovers? Or if they understood, they - again - didn’t tell it? (Travers is not fond of Dumbledore, it could have been a scandal, why he didn’t say it?) Can all of that make any sense?

- Why isn’t the Blood Pact ever mentioned in Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore - or most likely, how everybody (Albus; Gellert; Newt and Newt’s friends; the Minstry; Grindelwald’s acolytes, etc) had succeed to hide it from the press and the whole magic society?

That’s already a lot so let’s stop here Half of it is not so deep but I’m a simple girl, I’m always here for characters’ and background’s (lore?) development I will be pleased to hear what are your own wishes also

Notes:

¹ : certainly one of the thing i would the most like to see in the next movies, which is also something very important in the FB and HP universe - i have the feeling his power, skills, etc are more an idea than a reality. (and i indeed used a thesaurus to describe him)

² : Boggarts, Albus’ Boggart, how - in Albus’ situation - it mirrors his Erised reflect and how it might show important elements about him is a subject i really want to broach, i already planned it, it may be great to talk about it i think?

³ : talking about forbidden rituals, i talked here about the Blood Pact and why i think it was illegal, Dark, etc :

Why Albus didn’t tell Ministry employees about the Blood Pact

⁴ : to be fair, there are elements which are reminders of the pressure of the war in the book, especially in OotP and DH, but the Golden Trio did not experienced the war like the common people did, and the story - even very short - of someone who was scared is something i will be pleased to discover

⁵ : well, i talked a bit about pure-blood conservative families, their power and their influence in two posts:

How can everyone find their true-love and still be in love after years in HP? (”magic-soulmates” theory and conservative society)

Why are the Weasleys poor? (eng&fr) (theories about pure-blood families, inheritance, etc)

(it’s theories, but it can explain my point of view - headcanons? - about those families and the Wizarding Society)

⁶ : again, check the two posts if you are interested!

Thanks for reading!

I again apologize for the mistakes - and there might be incorrect informations, even if I hope there are not

[zipzapzopzoop]

I Tried it at Home

Chapter 2: What Goes Up...

Saturday, August 16th, 2036 - 4:37AM

The Father of the Future awoke to a scream. 

Neither he nor his wife needed share a word between them as they sprang out of bed and rushed to the back door.

Gaston, Art, and Carl heard it too. The robot leapt from his charging bay and looked wide eyed at the Framaguccis, silently asking if they’d heard it too. The serious expressions the brothers shared confirmed that they had.

Billie had been the first to find him… Laszlo was sprawled out on his back and writhing helplessly in pain, his nails digging into the dirt as he gasped for air. Although Carl was happy to finally use the spotlight feature he had, he wishes it was for a happier occasion rather than to shine a light on his wounded cousin so that he could be tended to. Carl wasn’t cold steel like most robots- he hated seeing people get hurt. Especially family.

Cornelius wasted no time, practically sprinting over to help. “Hold the light steady Carl. I’ll get his gear.” He fumbled around his pockets for something- “Here,” Wilbur held out his father’s pocket knife. “I know, I’m not supposed to have it, I’m sorry,” Wilbur said apologetically. Cornelius did a double take, but didn’t have time to speculate. “We’ll have a talk about that later,” Franny gave Wilbur a sharp side eye. Wilbur knew better than to play with such things, but he had never been more glad to have it now.

Laszlo was taking in rough, ragged gasps. Franny had a gentle hand on his shoulder as Cornelius opened the pocket knife and got to work, cutting the strap on Laszlo’s helmet and pulling it off. It seemed to help a bit, if nothing else he sounded like he was getting a bit more air. Franny began to remove his goggles, but Laszlo reached up as if to stop her. “They’re cracked, hun. I don’t want you getting glass in your eyes.” He paused… but slowly let go of her sleeve. 

From an outside perspective, the family looked like they had more or less a rescue operation with the way they were huddled over, using a spotlight and giving quick orders to one another. The Robinsons were a lighthearted bunch, very scarcely letting the world get them down and pushing their way through the hard times because no matter what happened, they had each other's backs. But when there was an emergency, you’d find not a better group in your corner in the whole world. The Robinsons would go to war for one another, and everyone knew that.

Franny was known for her motherly instincts. Everyone felt safe and loved so long as she was around. She had a history of adopting those who needed it, regardless of their history, or species, or size. How do you think the dog got here? Franny also had the extraordinary ability mothers seemed to have in which they could manage to be gentle as a flower and sharp as a blade in the same beat. This situation, for example. Laszlo moved to sit up. “Stay down, hun. Billie, I need you to call for help,” Franny’s tone sharpened with instruction. A quick and determined nod and the engineer was off. 

“H-help-I-can’t-breathe-e,” Laszlo managed between jolting gasps.

“You got the wind knocked out of you, take a second.”

Gaston, who had been mostly quiet before, shook his head.

“No, it’s worse than that. He’s hurt bad.”

“Breathe,” Franny soothed again.

Gaston Framagucci was no stranger to injury. The hospital staff knew him by name. Every bump, bruise, and bandage was worn with great pride. And so, neither were injuries a stranger to Gaston.

His eyes drew to Laszlo’s chest and the way he struggled to take in air. The artist could feel something wasn’t right, weakly pawing at the lapels of his coat as if trying to get it off. Suddenly, Gaston connected the dots.

“Fran, he can’t.”

“What?”

“Something’s wrong with his lungs. Help me get his coat.”

“Laszlo?!” Fritz’s voice was normally so meek and quiet, but not this time. Not now.

“Dad-”

Fritz hurried over and took Laszlo’s hand, using the hand he’d normally carry Petunia with.

As gently as they could, Franny and Gaston got Laszlo’s coat off and began working on his shirt. Gaston was right. Franny’s eyes widened when she saw the damage. Laszlo’s torso was already turning purple on one side, and it was clear some of his ribs were broken. His ribs had been cracked and punctured one of his lungs.

Fritz cringed and looked away, swallowing down his nausea and squeezing his son’s hand tightly. Laszlo’s breathing picked up and he began to whimper with each breath. He was panicking.

“Hey, hey easy…” Franny began to calm and Fritz joined in.

“Son, I need you to breathe.”

Laszlo honestly thought he might vomit. From the pain or the panic, he has no clue. 

“Laszlo!” 

They had never seen Tallulah skate so fast. She stumbled the last few feet and dropped over next to her father and brother. She sucked in a sharp gasp and covered her mouth when she saw the injuries. Struggling gasps caught her attention and suddenly Tallulah was sharp as a razor. “Laszlo, Lasz look at me. Deep breaths, just like before okay?” 

While both Laszlo and Tallulah had their mother’s quick wit and their father’s creativity, Tallulah inherited her mother’s short temper and Laszlo had his father’s anxiety.

Sure, it was different in Laszlo than it was in Fritz, coming in short episodes rather than a steady constant, but when those episodes hit, they hit hard.

Tallulah held her brother’s shoulders. He was starting to shake pretty bad. “Deep breaths, Lasz.”  

Laszlo coughed and began to steady his breathing. It was starting to pass.

“There you go, kiddo.” Gaston gave him a gentle pat on the knee. “Gravity’s got nothing on you.” Despite everything, Laszlo managed a small chuckle (at least, as much as one could with broken ribs and a punctured lung), and bit back a wince at the pain. He was still shaking, but given the situation he was in, it was a bit understandable. He was afraid, but he wasn’t alone.

“Franny!”

Aunt Billie skidded to a stop, shielding her eyes when Carl’s spotlight turned to look at her.

“They’re here!”

_ _ _ _ _

Laszlo isn’t sure when he had passed out. 

Someone picked him up, the pain got worse, and then nothing.

Where was he now? He could feel he was flying in a vehicle, that was for certain. There was an oxygen mask on his face. He’s… on a stretcher. Laszlo moved to sit up, but a sharp pain in his chest provided a quick reminder to what was happening in the first place. Where is everybody…? Dad? Aunt Franny? Lulu…? He couldn’t turn around and see who was driving. Laszlo groaned and laid back down when he felt another sharp pang in one of his lungs. He was going to die here. He was going to die here all alone. Nobody can hear him-

It was happening again. He could feel himself beginning to panic. Only this time, nobody was here to help. Something began beeping behind him. A horrible wheezing sound escaped Laszlo’s throat. He grasped at his chest again. “Help…” The engine made him difficult to hear. “Someone please…”

A paramedic pulled back the curtain behind him.

“Don’t worry, we’re almost there. Are you getting oxygen? How’s your pain?”

“W-where’s my family?”

“They’re following behind. They had to hold your sister back, she tried to jump in here after you.” The paramedic gave a smile. It strangely helped.

He climbed in and sat in the seat next to the stretcher.

“Yep, there they are,” he nodded towards the back window of the ambulance. Lasz couldn’t sit up to see, but knowing they were there helped him calm down.

“Your heart rate is spiking and we don’t want you injuring yourself further, so we’re going to go ahead and put you back to sleep until we get you to the hospital, okay?”

Honestly, Laszlo didn’t mind that. Sleep is painless. The faster he went to sleep, the sooner he’d feel better.

“Okay.” The paramedic worked on one of the machines he was hooked up to.

“Count backwards from ten. It’s going to be okay.”

“Ten.” It’s okay.

“Nine.”

Your family’s right there.

“Eight.” Just go to sleep.

Laszlo stopped counting and drifted into a painless sleep.

[bbyx]

ripple effect - part three

Summary: During her fourth year at Hogwarts, (y/n) Deauxville falls for none other than Cedric Diggory. But it's not easy when you have to deal with protecting your family's fortune, keeping your father's illness a secret and having two of your closest friends catch feelings for you.

Pairings : reader x cedric, reader x draco, reader x harry

With help from some of the Ministry's interns, your tent was finally up. It was lilac purple with a beautiful satin finish. Walking inside always took your breath away just because of the sheer size of the tent. It smelt brand new and didn't have that homey feeling like the Weasley's tent but it would do for a couple nights.

(y/n) plops down on the bed. She opens up and rereads the letter that Minister Fudge had sent her father two months ago. You had started reading your dad's mail and answering for him since he was no longer capable of doing it himself. Your father had a very formal way of writing so it had been easy enough to imitate his handwriting to answer the Minister's letter.

You open the creamy beige envelope and pull out a sturdy white letter with gold embellishments. It reads:

Dear (f/n),                                                                                                                  I hope this letter is finding you in good health. I've heard that you have recently been traveling Europe in search of new properties. Barty and myself were wondering if you would be so kind as to join us for a meeting during the Quidditch World cup. The time is nearing and we must finalize the deal.  Looking forward to seeing you,                                                                                                                                Cornelius

You tried remembering what you wrote in the answering letter. It went something like this.

Dear Cornelius,                                                                                                         I am currently in Romania for business and I unfortunately will not be back in time for the Quidditch World Cup. However i've left my daughter (y/n) in charge of my business affairs while I am away and she would be delighted to join you. Barty and yourself can finalize the deal with her.  Wishing you the best,                                                                                                                                             (f/n)

Your father had started a real estate company when he was twenty four and it had grown into one of the most successful businesses in the wizarding world and in Britain. You assumed that the Minister and Barty Crouch wanted to buy a property but you didn't know anything further. It was a very secretive affair and you had searched your father's files extensively but there was no mention of this mysterious deal anywhere. You were essentially going in blind.

The meeting was going to be over dinner in the Minister's box during the Quidditch Match. (y/n) had time to kill so she walked back to the Weasley's tent.

You arrive just in time to see the Weasley twins and Ludo Bagman betting on the games.

"Personally I have to agree with Mr.Bagman, my money is on Bulgaria winning" You tease and the twins shake their ginger heads.

You hear sirens that signal the stadium has opened. You head over with your friends. The inside of the Quidditch stadium is just as breathtakingly festive as the outside. Red and green coats everything, it is filled with headshots of various Quidditch players and drunken voices singing national anthems.

"Blimey how far up are we dad!" Rom complains.

"Well, put it this way, if it rains you'll be the first to know." You turn towards the familiar cold posh voice. Lucius Malfoy.

You had grown up with the Malfoy's and practically spent half your childhood at their house. Narcissa has become a second mother to you after your own mother's death. (y/n) had her suspicions that her parents and the Malfoy's were hoping their children would get married but (y/n) cringed at the idea. It wasn't that you didn't like Draco but your relationship was more like cousins. He was like that one favourite cousin everyone has that makes all family gatherings fun. But you couldn't stand the snobby facade Draco put on whenever he was around other people. Like now.

"Father and I are in the minister's box. A personal invitation from Cornelius Fudge himself."

"Don't boast, Draco" Lucius says while nudging him with his cane. " There is no need with these people."

You rolled your eyes so hard it felt like you could see the back of your skull.

"Ah miss Deauxville, I believe you'll be joining us in the Minister' box." Lucius says in a respectful tone.

You hated how he talked to your friends like they were lower than you. Lucius nudges Draco with his cane and Draco immediately offers you his arm. You look back at the trio and mouth help me as you take Draco's arm.

"Have fun" Hermione says sarcastically.

The Minister's box is filled with house elves carrying trays of little delicacies and wizards and witches dressed in overly formal clothing. You immediately felt underdressed in your sweater and tennis skirt. But to your delight you could see the sweat glistening off their skin, after all it was still mid August.

A curly haired blonde woman in a ridiculously tight plum dress and green glasses walks over to Mr. Malfoy.

" Ah Lucius, darling, I see Draco has brought his little girlfriend along." She sneers at you, clearly not recognizing you. However you knew exactly who this was, Rita Skeeter, a slimy idiotic gossip columnist with worms for a brain.           " Hope she enjoys this once in a lifetime opportunity to dine with such fine people."

You feel a hand on your shoulder.

"Miss Deauxville, so glad you could make it. The Minister would like to talk in his private room."

Rita Skeeter's face blanched when she realised you were a Deauxville and you follow Barty Crouch through a curtain into a smaller room with a round table and a huge window.

Seated at the table was Minister Fudge, you took a seat just as the team mascots stepped out on the field. The beautiful Bulgarian veelas danced on the field while the Irish leprechauns bounded with their gold, this angered the veelas who in turn transformed into demon-like bird creatures. The teams stepped out on the field, national anthems were played and the snitch was released.

"Well let's get this over with quickly so we have a chance to enjoy the game" You say.

Cornelius Fudge starts.

"Yes, yes well as I'm sure your father mentioned, the Ministry would like to lease a property for a couple months."

Just then Percy walks in holding a stack of papers.

"Here are the papers you asked for Mr.Crouch." He says importantly.

"Ah thank you Weatherby. You may go now."

You almost choke trying to stifle your laugh, earning a glare from Percy as he leaves. Mr Crouch hands you a stack of papers.

" The contract." He simply states. You're too distracted to notice the house elves bring the meal to the table.

You take your time to look it over for any loopholes. Normally your father would have his team of lawyers draw up his own contracts but this would do.

"You want to lease lot number 637? The two acres in the Black Forest, next to Hogwarts? You're sure?"

"Yes" The Minister replied looking uncomfortable.

"There are a few modifications we would like to do to this property." Barty Crouch cuts in.

"What kind of modifications?" You ask, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Well first we would like to cut most of the trees off"

You squawk.

"What! You realise that property will lose all value without the trees."

"Indeed but the ministry is prepared to compensate you for the trees and any fire damage." Mr.Fudge adds.

"Fire damage! What on earth are you planning on doing there!" You blurt out, you're voice rising several octaves.

" Miss Deauxville, we would tell you if we could, trust us it would make this so much easier, but unfortunately you are still a Hogwarts student and therefore we regretfully have to keep our lips sealed."

You decide to let it go. After all your father had done plenty of suspicious deals before he fell ill.

"How much are you offering?"

"370 000 galleons for eight weeks" Barty answers. You knew that property in the middle of the Black Forest was essentially worthless because of the aggressive centaurs that lived around it. They were offering a lot more money than expected so you quickly grabbed your pen and signed the contract. The two other men did the same. You got up to shake their hands and left the room.

(y/n) sat next to Draco and Lucius Malfoy for the remainder of the game. They made small talk but she couldn't focus on anything other than that property in the Black Forest.

Why the hell would the ministry be so eager to lease that dump? Why would there be fire damage? Why cut all the trees? Questions were swarming your mind like bees.

You look up when you hear the tremendous cheers coming from all the Irish fans. The game was over. You smile to yourself.

Those bloody Weasleys predicted it. Krum caught the snitch but Ireland won.

Both teams came up to the Minister's box to shake his hand. Everyone got up and clapped when the Irish team proudly walked in. The Bulgarian team stomped in with it's sulking seeker Victor Kum leading them. You started shaking hands with people you barely recognized just trying to get out of there as fast as possible. You shake Viktor Krum's hand and give him a warm smile, after all the guy had just lost the biggest game of the year, and he gave you a smile that never completely reached his eyes. Suddenly a bright flash blinds both of you. When you regain sight you see Rita Skeeter standing there with a camera.

"Beautiful photo" She says with the phoniest widest smile.

You finally join the Weasley clan and Cedric Diggory around a campfire later that night after the Malfoys had insisted that you have dinner with them.

"Where were you? I was getting worried. I mean. We. We were getting worried" Harry says quickly. The others give him strange looks.

"Stuck at a dinner with the Malfoy's." You sigh "If anyone mentions politics or the stock exchange one more time I will slit all your throats ok?" They all laugh and explain that they're playing truth or dare.

"Give me a dare! Give me a dare!" Ginny pleads.

"That's not how it works Ginny, you have to get picked." George explained.

"We've been playing for an hour and nobody's picked me !" She whines.

"Fine, eat this" Fred says, handing her a candy.

She pops it in her mouth and her tongue starts to swell enormously. She runs to find Mr.Weasley.

"She asked for it." Fred says, throwing his hands up.

They all keep playing, (y/n) not really paying attention. She was distracted by the Minister's words: "we would tell you if we could, trust us it would make this so much easier, but unfortunately you are still a Hogwarts student and therefore we regretfully have to keep our lips sealed."

"Cedric, truth or dare." George asks, smirking.

"Dare."

"Very well, your dare is to go ask one of those veelas on a date." He says pointing to a group of breathtaking creatures. You feel a pang of jealousy as Cedric gets up. Instead he comes and sits next to you.

" (y/n), how about a date?"

"Sure" You smile and turn red as George gets up, flailing his arms around..

"No no no. I said a Veela."

"George, are you a bloody idiot, everyone in Great Britain knows (y/n) is a quarter Veela." Hermione says.

Fred and George look at you puzzled.

"Really?" Asks Fred.

"Can you do that cool demon bird shit?" George looks at you suspiciously.

You laugh. "No! It would be kinda fun though if I could. But no, I can't turn into a bird or enchant men into falling hopelessly in love." You say making dramatic hand gestures.

" I don't know about that" Mumbles Harry. You shoot him puzzled looks.

As the night goes on the group keeps talking and playing various games. Your eyes start to feel heavy.

"I think I need to go to sleep." You mumble.

"You can always sleep with me." Fred purrs. Ron hits him with the back of his hand. Cedric's jaw stiffens as he glares at Fred. He looks like he's about to say something when Hermione cuts him off.

" I'll walk you back to your tent (y/n)"

You agree and say goodnight to everyone. As you're walking back you hear screams and see dark figures with masks levitating and torturing a muggle family. You and Hermione run towards the forest where you catch up with Ron and Harry. Ron trips. Lumos Hermione whispers and a bright glow appears on the tip of her wand.

You spot Draco leaning calmly against a tree close to you.

"Better go Hermione, unless you want to show everyone your underwear, if so stick around it would be tremendously funny" He sneers while gesturing to the levitating family.

How can he be so freaking calm when people are literally being tortured less than fifty feet away?

Harry and Ron start defending Hermione and question Draco about his parent’s whereabouts. Meanwhile, you're stuck in a trance watching the family of muggles being tortured and feeling helpless.

"Have it your way, Potter" Draco grins maliciously. "If you think they can't spot a mudblood, stay where you are"

Anger ripped through your body at the sound of those words and you were about to tear his vocal cords out and jinx him within an inch of his life when someone gently squeezes your hand.

"(y/n), let's go." Cedric says, his eyes pleading.

[decanard-a]

Dewey/Deu Canon Season 2 

Last Christmas: Dewey time travels and comes home but not quite the same Whatever Happened To Della Duck?: Nothing changes since he doesn’t appear

Treasure Of The Found Lamp: With his brothers still being understandably wary of him, Deu doesn’t take place in the quests that they have going on until the junkyard comes into play.  Helps let out some of his frustration over everything on the Beagle Boys 

The Outlaw Scrooge McDuck: Nothing changes since he doesn’t appear 

The 87 Cent Solution: Pretty much proceeds the same as canon. He still freezes when the plane starts hurtling towards him. Fenton saving him from being crushed. Declines to talk about it later. Makes sure Donald knows that the funeral is fake 

The Golden Spear:  Takes the Boomerang to Ithaquack to thank Selene for her help when he was trying to uncover the mystery about Della and to return the Sphere. Does not take the sandals of Hermes. Makes it back in time to wish Donald luck on his cruise

Nothing Can Stop Della Duck!:  Is thrown by the reappearance of his cousin Della Duck but greets her with a hug (after saving the cartographer’s quill) all the same. Runs interference between her and his brothers so they have time to get used to the idea of having a mom around though.  Tries to get Webby, Huey and Louie to stay inside during the Glided Man’s rampage (unsucessfully)

Raiders Of The Doomsday Vault: Still goes with Della and Scrooge to the Vault to see it and have some time to talk to his cousin and give her pointers on how to interact with his siblings 

Friendship Hates Magic: Nothing changes since he doesn’t appear 

The Dangerous Chemistry Of Gandra Dee: Nothing changes since he doesn’t appear. 

The Duck Knight Returns: Here! 

Whatever Happened To Donald Duck?: Deu’s clued into something being wrong when Donald hasn’t come back from his trip even though it’s up. He figures something has gone wrong and is (quietly so not to scare the others) preparing to go looking for answers

Happy Birthday Doofus Drake: Nothing changes since he barely appears. 

A Nightmare on Killmotor Hill: He’s still pulled into the dream world despite being outside the room because Lena’s magic recognizes him as a friend but he ends up being in his eleven year old body. Tries to avoid his dream sequence the same way that Lena does because it’s a bunch of nightmares about being away from his siblings and his time in active combat. Not suitable for children. 

The Golden Armory of Cornelius Coot: This is the first adventure that he goes on (in the real world) again with his siblings. Gets great joy of smacking Burger and Bouncer with a shovel. Could have done without all the spiders though. 

Timephoon: Is the first of the kids to disappear into the void caused by the time tub. Ends up in a apocalyptic time future. Info here Was stuck there for months/what seemed like months before the portal dragged him back. Gets into an argument with Della over her hypocritical words because they both ran off for a “quick trip” that  turned to years gone. Doesn’t argue with the grounding because he also doesn’t want Louie stuck somewhere because he made the same mistake. 

Glomtales: Stays with Louie instead of going on the trip to Big Rock Candy Mountain. Have a long honest talk about what happened with the time tub. Just in time for Scrooge’s and his enemie(s) to show. Duels Don Karnage all over the house while trying to make sure his brother stays hidden. But they both end up in the Iron Vulture after Louie unveils his plan. Deu has to be knocked out to get him there. Extremely proud of Louie and the way he played them all 

The Richest Duck In The World:  Instead of going with Huey and Webby to send out Della’s message to the moon, he goes looking for Donald again and is once again unsuccessful. He’s still with Della when the message from Penumbra comes. 

Moonvasion: He takes his plane out too while Della takes the Sunchaser. Takes out the rocket that’s following them but not before it drives them down to the island that Donald is on. Plenty of apologies for his uncle that he didn’t find him. Opts to fly his plane back to Duckburg instead of riding with Fethry and Gladstone on Mitzy. Gives them air support just in case another rocket would decide to try and fire. 

[chaoswillfallrpg]

RABASTAN LESTRANGE is TWENTY-FIVE YEARS OLD and a SOLDIER in THE DARK LORD’S ARMY at THE DEATH EATER HEADQUATERS. He looks remarkably like DYLAN O’BRIEN and considers himself aligned with THE DEATH EATERS. He is currently TAKEN.

→ OVERVIEW: 

tw: death, murder

Brooding and mysterious, Rabastan Lestrange has always been someone with not a lot to say despite having a multitude of opinions. The youngest of two boys, Rabastan was not privy to any preferential treatment from his parents as most younger children are due to the sheer amount of love radiating from his mother for both her children. Raised in the serenity of Lestrange Manor in Nottinghamshire, Rabastan’s childhood took place in a French Gothic style chateaux, similar to that of the Lestrange Manor on the outskirts of Paris. Surrounded by woodland and rolling hills, Rabastan’s childhood was a secluded one with only his older brother RODOLPHUS and his mother MARIE as constant company. Although almost all mothers claim they love their children more than themselves that was certainly true of his mother, who spent every waking moment of her day attending to Rabastan and his brother. Whilst most wealthy families sought the help of a nanny or a school master, Marie insisted on doing everything herself with only the aid of their House-Elf Posey as a welcomed extra pair of hands where needed. Rabastan recalled his childhood as a romantic one of being taught French by his mother and read novels and children's books outside in the garden as they sipped afternoon tea and played with his toys. 

Rodolphus was the perfect older brother to him, attentive and kind he was incredibly protective over him during his earlier years whilst also acting as his very first best friend. Rabastan and his older brother told one another everything from secrets they’d overheard their parents whispering concerning their father’s work to their plans for tomorrow and their hopes and dreams for their future. It was no secret that Lestrange Manor favoured love, his mother in particular was a hopeless romantic who had fallen for his father during a family trip to Paris when they were teenagers. The way they looked at one another was not lost on Rabastan or his brother who grew up longing for a relationship like that of their parents and were excited by the prospect of meeting their true love one day. Marie had raised them both as perfect gentlemen, preparing them for a world which was very different to the one they later entered. At Lestrange Manor, the flowers were always in bloom and music flowed from all the rooms of their home. They were safe from the Mugles who their father said had always been set out to destroy them and were kept separate from blood traitors their mother warned would try and corrupt them. When Rodolphus finally attended Hogwarts and returned with news of Muggle-Borns and blood traitors running wild she begged their father to send them both to Durmstrang but he refused.

His father told Rabastan it was important they go to Hogwarts and that they both had a part to play which going to school in Bulgaria wouldn’t benefit. Rabastan was unsure as to what his father wanted for him when he grew up, it was quite obvious the role he wanted for Rodolphus but his father took little interest in his future beyond telling him to attend Hogwarts and be sorted into Slytherin. Although THIEBAUT LESTRANGE certainly loved Rabastan, it was clear Rodolphus was his golden boy who would follow him into office, the heir and the spare as they say. His aspirations for Rabastan were quite simple, to marry into a good family to a woman with a lot of money and NARCISSA BLACK was someone his father had considered for Rabastan ever since it became clear Bellatrix and Rodolphus were off the cards. A few years younger than Rabastan, he was instructed to make an effort with her at family events and befriend her when she arrived at Hogwarts two years later, which he dutifully did. Narcissa was beautiful and a good friend to Rabastan but he always had the niggling feeling he could never quite love a woman who was too much in love with herself and quest for power she would never truly consider them equals. Narcissa wanted a wealthy man to give her things, Rabastan wanted someone who would truly love him despite his family name and respect him rather than mock his intelligence which Narcissa often did teasingly. 

Unlike his brother, Rabastan wasn’t the smartest boy at school, though his sarcastic tone and fondness for hanging around with trouble makers tended to squander most of his potential, which led him to ask his friend CAIUS BURKE’s sister LYRA for help in areas he was particularly struggling. Potions and Herbology were particular areas of concern for his parents, which Lyra excelled in and so began their friendship. Lyra was kind to him and withered the storm of his mood swings and sharp anger she never seemed to shy away from. Despite her small stature and kindness, Lyra was a strong woman and had little time to deal with his bitterness that she rather overcame, ignored or scolded him for until he learned which tone he was unable to take with her. Lyra helped balance him out in a way he needed, calming the storm that had raged inside of him for a long while and had only gotten worse more recently. Narcissa’s older sister BELLATRIX BLACK had taken a particular liking to him when he was in his second year and had fallen into what his teachers called ‘the wrong crowd’, hexing mudbloods and ending up in detentions with VIOLET BULSTRODE, ANYA ROOKWOOD and ERIK BORGIN where Bellatrix also often found herself for worse crimes. Bellatrix sensed an anger in him she knew would drive him towards greatness, to be seen above his brother and more than just a chess piece to unite them more closely with a family his father deemed useful.

 Bellatrix began privately tutoring him in the Dark Arts in his fourth year, coaching him on his duelling techniques and Charms ability of which she was quite accomplished. Then, when she knew she could trust him she introduced Rabastan to him. THE DARK LORD was Bellatrix’s mentor in the Dark Arts and a man who promised Rabastan power beyond his wildest dreams. The Dark Lord’s beliefs were not too dissimilar to the ones he had been raised with, but were more radical. He spoke of a world where witches and wizards ruled over Muggles and mudbloods were eradicated or used as servants to serve the more important. Those who joined him were promised an important position in his new world and those who were loyal to him and part of The Sacred Twenty-Eight were promised an even better position. Rabastan tried to lay low after his meeting, spending time with his friends and studying with Lyra to achieve grades that didn’t embarrass his family before graduating to a senior position in The Dark Lord’s army as Bellatrix’s right hand man. He explained away to family and friends he’d taken an internship in London for a private company dealing with experimental potions but gave little information otherwise. In their secret meetings Rabastan sits dutifully by Bellatrix’s side and helps her plot to overthrow the current regime. 

His current job has been targeting magical creatures and convincing them to join them in their quest with strict consequences if they choose not to. Recently Rabastan has run up against an issue, a recruitment gone wrong with an unregistered werewolf named SILAS CRUMP has resulted in him seeking legal advice from his brother Rodolphus and Bellatrix’s sister ANDROMEDA BLACK who have agreed to defend him as he stands trial for murder. Though it is within their plan to recruit Rodolphus and Andromeda, as their work is in its infancy Rabastan needs to ensure that no one knows what he is secretly doing, especially his brother and his associate. Although it was not his intention, the evening of Halloween presented itself with an opportunity. When an argument gone wrong resulted in the death of the Minister’s youngest son and vocal campaigner for creature rights BOOKER BAGNOLD at Rabastan’s hand, Rabastan attempted to pin the death on Crump. Watching as Booker’s wand was passed from person to person at the party he laughed as the Ministry chased an innocent man, sending Crump away on the run and keeping him and Bellatrix out of the spotlight for the Bagnold killing. His escape was a narrow one, though with Crump still at large, evading capture and Rodolphus and Andromeda still defending him Rabastan knows the issue will not be resolved unless Crump is silenced once and for all. 

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Pure-Blood

Pronouns → He/Him

Identification → Cis Male 

Sexuality  →  Up to Roleplayer 

Previous Education → Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Slytherin)

Societies → N/A

Relationship Status → Single 

Family → Thiebaut Lestrange (father), Marie Lestrange (mother), Rodolphus Lestrange (brother), Ilar Travers (uncle), Vivienne Travers (aunt), Isolde Travers (cousin), Evora Travers (cousin)

Connections  → Violet Bulstrode (best friend), Narcissa Black (best friend), Walden MacNair (close friend), Caius Burke (close friend), Anya Rookwood (close friend), Lavender Bulstrode (close friend), Erik Borgin (close friend), Erik Borgin (close friend), Lyra Burke (close friend/potential love interest), Bellatrix Black (close friend/mentor), Lachlan McTavish (friend), Victor Yaxley (friend), Cornelius Crabbe (friend), Silas Crump (adversary), Regulus Black (mentee), Booker Bagnold (victim) 

Future Information → N/A

RABASTAN LESTRANGE IS A LEVEL 5 WIZARD.