#filius flitwick

[digitkame]

“Dumbledore announcing that, unfortunately, Professor Lockhart would be unable to return next year, owing to the fact that he needed to go away and get his memory back. Quite a few teachers joined in the cheering that greeted this news.”

Yea so this is how I decided it happens🌝

[unconventional-lawnchair]

Hehehehe okay so what if you like wrote a fic about remus lupin x reader. The reader is a teacher (preferably like astronomy) and they're sneaking around together. students are making bets and stuff to see if they'll end up together, some girls just ship them really hard.

They're trying so hard to keep it a secret but they are so bad at it.

Me @ every guy who isn't a fictional wizard from the 70s ^^

An: This fluff attempt goes out to you, rip

Rumors

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

cw: A lot of kisses and cursing, stapler mishandling

Masterlist

WC:4181

The halls of Hogwarts were filled with hushed whispers and mindless patter of gossip. The newest topic of the year? 

Professor {L/N}, the newest astronomy hire. An Alchemist who perfected her work through star charting. Lupin had recommended you for the post to assist Sinistra. Mostly, however, you were hired on to assist with the newest project under Dumbledore. With your studies in the North Pole, you were tasked with on and off communications with the centaur herd within the Forbidden Forest. Specifically, their astronomy masters. It was easy, given your track record with magical creatures. Creating a bridge of mutual understanding between the professors and the herd. Dumbledore also saw you valuable to both potions and alchemy class; meaning you met a lot of students very fast.

So almost everyone knew you, you ran a tight ship in class, playful and respectful to the students paired with a charming personality, no one could bring themselves to even hate you.

That's probably how the rumors began, truthfully. Who doesn't want their two favorite teachers to end up together?

Much like Lupin, the students adored you. Hermione especially, after learning of your academic achievements of the past, while being a muggleborn witch. 

Your first reaction to seeing him probably don't help. First few steps into your new place of employment and you hurry over to the only face you cared to recognize, and give him a hug and a thank you for the recommendation. 

It wasn't anything big and it wasn't anything of a spectacle, but Merlin, was Hogwarts boring. The thrill of gossip seemed to have every student in a choke hold. Some said you were both childhood friends turned lovers, some said you were married and it was a scandalous affair, most of the rumors were just students talking about how perfect you both fit together. 

Your caring, funny, and nurturing behavior, to his stern more rugged form of bonding, you were affectionately dubbed ‘mum and dad.’ 

Never to your face however, and mostly by the first and seventh years. Something about growing shame and losing it in your final days of Hogwarts, remarkable.

~~~

“I'm telling you! He looks at her like she is the very stars she teaches us about!” A seventh year sighed dreamily with her friends. She had her chin in her palms and was staring up at the front of class while a few of their classmates took the practical exam. “I wish someone would look at me like that.”

“Really! I haven't seen so much tension between two faculty before! I wouldn't be surprised to find them snogging in the halls!” One of them joked and the other girls laughed.

“Truly, but I saw Professor {L/N} wearing a wedding ring. She took it off and put it in her pocket before class started. I wonder if they are, you know~ Never have I seen Professor Lupin wear one.” She wiggled her eyebrows and the original girl spoke up with a gasp.

“Oh don't you say that! Professor Lupin and Professor {L/N} would never!” She tutted and another voice chimed in, a boy from a seat behind them, making the three turn.

“I heard that they spent Christmas at school together.” Cedric cheeked and the three girls gasped and began to murmur among themselves about it, before Lupin clapped his hands.

He found it a bit amusing, he had let them continue that far. This is what his classes have become, listening to the students muttering about him and you, seeing how close they could possibly get to the truth. Remus, at a fault, was a gossip. He learned to love the thrill of rumors from Sirius and James, but what was better than rumors about you and a colleague? Rumors about you and a colleague that were so close to the truth.

“Right now! Who's next?”

The rest of the class went smoothly, everyone finished their exams and the classroom began to file out. As Lupin got comfortable in his seat, his door peaked open.

“If you are here for tutoring, please note my hours are posted on the door, this first hour has been reserved already.” Lupin called out from his chair, head leaned back. 

“Tutoring, hm?” A song-like voice rang out from the door. He slowly smirked and leaned forward, eyes locking onto yours. You were holding a box of Merlin knows what, walking straight up to his desk with that beautiful smile. 

“Is that so unbelievable?” He teased, voice lower as he stood up and walked around his desk. Looking over your shoulder to peek into the box, seeing several random objects, including a stapler, a retractable ruler, a metal pointing stick, and other random muggle things.

“Oh, totally. I think I remember you almost lost it when Peter asked for your notes.” You teased him and he chuckled, his breath brushing against your neck. He admired the way you seemed to not flinch, but melt into his proximity. 

“Peter was a terrible student.” He mumbled and you laughed, his hand slipping around your waist and leaning down to kiss the side of your neck. You laughed harder and squirmed away. 

“Hands to yourself. Now, show me where I can hide this contraband.” You lifted the box and shook it a bit. “The things they allow in muggle schools! Hmph!” You mused and he laughed, walking you up to his office and to the far back near a storage closet. He opened the door for you and you set the box down, looking around curiously.

The room was small, but big enough for four people to stand in it comfortably. The walls were covered in shelves filled with items from all over the school years, you ran your finger along one of the shelves and let the dust collect.

“What's on your mind, hm?” Lupin mused and you turned to smirk at him.

“Just wondering where they are hiding the really bad stuff. Still in Filtch’s closet?” You hummed as he stepped into the small room with you. His eyes looked you over and you gave him a look.

“Why's that, darling?”

“Just curious, out of all the things in that closet,” You hummed as Remus wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you against him. Your fingers dancing along his shirt collar. “Wonder how many of them were from you and that little gang of yours.” You hummed and he laughed.

Leaning down, he pressed his lips to yours. It was chaste and sweet. He loved moments like this, away from everyone, where he could love you properly. He gave a hum as you got on your toes and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down as he pulled you closer.

~~~

“I truly don't  think they have something going on. It's maddening really! The whole school seems to see it but me!” Ron groaned as he walked down the hall with Harry and Hermione, seemingly offended at the idea that the new Astronomy teacher was dating or even had interest in Lupin.

"I wouldn't put too much stock in rumors about someone's love life, Ronald," Hermione retorted, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, sorry Ron, but you're kind of…” Harry rolled his wrists and Ron narrowed his eyes.

“Kind of what?” 

“Kind of..” Harry trailed off.

“Kind of a complete idiot when it comes to love.” Hermione finally snapped, hugging her books to her chest. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to meet Professor Lupin.” She huffed and stomped off.

Ron was left standing there like an idiot, looking over at Harry. 

“What did I do?”

Harry tried to hide his smile and patted Ron's shoulder to urge him along and out of the halls.

~~~

The kiss had grown a bit heated, Remus pushed you deeper into the closet as he muttered about how badly he needed to have you in his arms. How much he loved you, how he wanted you closer, so impossibly close.

You, of course, returned the sentiment. He was made for your hands it seemed, every moment he wasn't between them made you yearn for just another hour of listless cuddles or moments like this. Sneaking away from responsibilities to show your love and devotion to one another. 

If only it could last longer-

“Professor Lupin?” Hermione's voice called out into his office. Remus cursed and you quickly stumbled back. He cleared his throat, shuffling through the confiscated objects, to find anything he could snag. 

“I'll be out in a moment!” He called back as you fixed his tie and ruffled shirt, he grabbed the first thing he spotted and stole another quick kiss from you before leaving the room.

You leaned against a shelf and watched from the crack of the door in amusement as Lupin hurried to his desk.

“Ms. Granger, I am terribly sorry, is it possible for us to reschedule?” Remus pressed and looked at what he had in his hand.

A stapler.

Why on earth did he grab a stapler?

Quickly he sat at his desk and pulled out a few assignments. Grabbing some he had already graded and began to staple them together. 

Hermione was no fool and he knew that, she stared at him in bewilderment, slowly putting her hands on her books tighter. “Uhm, Professor? Isn't that the stapler Professor {L/N} confiscated from Creevey?” 

Lupin began to staple things a bit quicker, waving her off. 

“Yes, Ms. Granger, I think it would be, but I did borrow it from the confiscated,” He weaned on, collected and poised, a bit too good at putting up a face. Everytime you two have almost been caught, he's shown this side. 

“Why would you possibly need a stapler?” He asked in disbelief.

“To.. staple?” He lifted his eyebrow at her. “I do appreciate your curiosity, but I assure you this is none of your concern.” He spoke idley, having opened the stapler and pressed the top down against the pages and his table. Hermione seemed appalled at the misuse. 

“Now, if you'll please allow me to pick another time-” Before he could finish his statement, he attempted to raise his hand, only for his wrist to be locked in place. He looked down, just to see he had stapled his own sleeve to the desk under a few pages of paper. 

You had to cover your mouth and so did Hermione.

“Uhm, on second thought, sir, I think I'll spend my study hour in the library.” She slowly smirked, turning to briskly walk away.

Remus slowly sunk his face into his hands, the second his classroom door was closed he waved his hand to shut his office door. Only for the room to be filled with your laughter.

You walked out of the room, holding your sides as Lupin lost his front and stared at you with flushed cheeks.

“Not a word-”

“No! No please!” You wheezed out. “Several! Several words must be had!” You doubled over his desk, struggling to get the staple from his sleeves, when you finally managed, you were throwing your head back absolutely lost in boisterous laughter.

Remus wasn't even mad. How could he be? You looked so damn happy. So giddy with joy at the embarrassing show he put on. Quickly, he stood, walking around his desk with a purpose and grabbed your cheeks. You were still struggling to catch your breath as he playfully scoffed at you.

“Not very polite, Professor {L/N}.” He taunted and you grabbed his biceps and clung to him to try and clam down. It didn't help when he leaned down and began to pepper kisses all over your hot face. 

“Mercy!” You wheezed and he shook his head.

“What happened to all those words, Professor?” He teased and you shook your head, giggling as he absolutely mawled you with his lips.

~~~

The Grandhall was lively with the buzz of Sirius Black’s attacks. Managing to get into the Gryffindors’ common room was a feat that bewildered everyone.

However, what everyone was truly talking about was how he broke into the astronomy tower and Professor {L/N}’s office. It had managed to get out that Sirius Black himself left you a note that Dumbledore promptly confiscated. More accurately, the conversation was about how unbothered you were about the news.

That, and how a certain professor reacted to that news. 

He had gone down to the commons with McGonagall to check on Harry and the other students. Only when Flitwick came up in a rush and announced the break in and how you were nowhere to be found, the students watched in horror and shock as Lupin pulled his wand and ran from the towers at a speed they couldn't determine was truly human.

He found you soon after, running down the hall towards the Gryffindor tower, also looking for Harry. He stopped and pulled you into a tight hold no one could see. You were confused at first, but you eventually melted into him. You two were spied on by none other than Colin Creevey, who snapped a photo and was showing it around the lunch table. 

“See! I knew it! What a romantic! Ran straight to her in the face of danger?” One of the seventh years swooned and Ron scoffed.

“I don't get it, it's just two people hugging.” He mumbled and began to poke at his food, the twins giving each other a look before they rushed to tease Ron.

“Two people hugging,” Fred started.

“Hands below the waist!” George chimed in, holding up the photo as if to emphasize his point, gesturing to where Lupin's hands were holding you so tight your heels were slightly off the ground.

“Oh, how scandalous.” Fred concurred and Ron rolled his eyes.

“I hug Hermione, does that make us secretly married?” Ron pushed and Hermione quickly looked down at her book in a slight flush. 

“You wish.” George snickered and Fred clapped his hand on Ron's back, making him cough on his potatoes.

“Really, Ronald dearest, you wouldn't know the difference. You hardly know how to hold a girl now.” He teased and George nodded along.

“You'll get there one day, brother. For now you'll have to trust us.”

“This,” They both pointed this time.

“Is not a normal hug.” Both of them spoke at the same time.

Angelica finally spoke up. “Given the context, that man is whipped. Even if nothing is happening now, he is so in love it's humbling.” She got up and gathered her Quidditch gear.

“Come on boys.”

“Right behind you.” Fred purred and earned himself a look from her over her shoulder, George laughed as the three of them hurried off. Leaving the photo for Ginny to pick up.

“Oh yeah, there is absolutely no platonic explanation for this.” She hummed and tossed it to the center of the table, Neville shrugged, no wanting to contribute. 

“I think that whatever is happening between those two, it's clear they care about each other.” Hermione hummed and Harry finally agreed. Suddenly, he looked at his friends with a look of absolute mischief.

“Do you know how we can find out?” He mused and Hermione gave a groan and Ron shot up in his seat.

“How?”

Harry smirked and pulled out the map the twins had gifted him, showing it off to his friends with a cocky smirk. You had caught him with it days ago, and simply zipped your lips and walked away.

“If they are meeting anywhere, it's likely the astronomy tower.”

~~~

Now.. the plan didn't go exactly as planned.

“And I simply can not comprehend how all three of you continue to be the only Gryffindors I've had to reprimand this year!” Lupin’s voice filled the otherwise silent and empty Defense Against The Dark Arts classroom. Unfortunately for the trio, who were out far past curfew, Lupin just so happened to be on his way to the Astronomy tower when he spotted them seemingly just on time for his arrival.

“What about my brothers?” Ron muttered before Hermione shot him a look, elbow jabbing his side.

“Ronald.” She hissed.

The entirety of Hogwarts Valley had been buzzing with the news of Sirius Black’s newest escapade into the castle and Lupin could not comprehend why the three thought it was a good idea to do everything but what they were told. 

“Safety comes first and for me to find you lot outside of your dorms with a murder on the loose? With this bloody-” Lupin began to lift the map before his eyes snapped up at the sound of his door opening. He quickly shut his mouth when he saw you peak into the dark space.

“Remus?” You called out, before you paused and stared at the four infront of you. Your mind firing off a million excuses in quick succession. “Oh, I was unaware you had company.”

Lupin sighed and rubbed his face, seeming to untangle himself from the thralls of his anger. It wasn't uncommon for you two to find eachother late at night like this, but was certainly not the greatest idea of his yet- reprimanding the trio when he knew you'd be coming. As you always did when he didn't meet you at the Astronomy tower as promised. His favorite part of the end of a stressful day was a night full of whispers, stories and playful remarks. Reminiscing on your school years while recreating some memories long forgotten after the war. This time, not in his dorm, but his office or your room. “It's quite alright. I can still review your lesson plans.”

He was a terrifyingly good liar. That should not be attractive.

“Right. I will be in your office, Lupin.” You remarked and began to walk past the group of three who looked at you like you might save them. Sorry kiddos- he was grumpy enough as it was. 

You gave them a grimace, glancing at the map before quickly looking away with wide eyes and hurrying over to the office. Lupin caught the look and held up his hand. “Stop.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and slowly turned to face him. Giving him your adorable nervous look that you knew didn't work on him- well, you tried.

He made a come hither motion and you walked over, ready to be lectured like the kids beside you. He held up the map and you gave a nervous smile. 

“What? However, did you find this, Harry? This is supposed to be in Flinch’s office!” You gave the worst and most unbelievable fake disappointed tone, hands on your hips and frowning down at the three. You struggled not to smile as Harry gave a small one, before laughing a bit. Hermione covered her face in a mix of fluster and secondhand embarrassment. Ron was grinning ear to ear. 

“{L/N}...” Lupin warned and you huffed.

“You got me in trouble with the big boss here, Harry.” You teased and he finally cracked his lips into a brighter smile. You looked back at Remus and slowly interlocked your fingers in front of your lips, as if it did anything to hide your face. “In my defense-”

“You three are dismissed.” He mused quickly and slammed the paper on the table beside him. You tried your best to hide your smile. It was hard to take him seriously when you have seen him panic and staple his sleeve to a desk. The trio hurried to shuffle out, Harry sent you a greatful look and you simply winked at him. Something Remus rolled his eyes at.

“Did you see Harry with the map?” He asked in a stern tone when the kids left. You looked away and tried to look a little regretful. 

“It's very possible.” 

“And you didn't think to take it?” He asked in an incredulous tone.

“I mean, it certainly crossed my mind.” You slowly stopped hiding your smile and looked back to the taller man who was taking a few steps into your space.

“And you didn't?” He pushed.

“Well, in all fairness, Rem. It is technically his.” You snarked back finally and Remus gave a bitter laugh. 

“Professor {L/N}, did you think that maybe if this map fell into the wrong hands it could cause a serious danger to Harry?” He pushed and you clicked your tongue. You knew who he was talking about. A conversation you've had a million times, well, more an argument. It got worse when he heard of the note.

He was so willing to believe Sirius Black to be a killer, while you believed Sirius could bring himself to the point of ending someone's life, James Potter was more than a human to him. Even with his plea of guilty, you couldn't believe it. James, Lily, and Harry? You would stake your life on it. He was innocent.

It was what you were looking for, an explanation, hopefully that was what the note was for. But unlike your communications with the magical creatures of the forest, Dumbledore was not so willing to give up information when he had it. The old prick-

“I hate when we talk about this.” You huffed in honesty and leaned back on one of the desks of the room. He sighed through his nose and pinched the bridge that connected it to his forehead. “Honey-”

“Ah ah ah! Honey is for marriage.” You mused and he did his best to fight the smile growing on his face. Easily letting you steer the conversation from his own negative thoughts, he hated being upset around you. “That so?”

“It's very so. More so than most so’s.” You hummed and he blinked a few times at you before he couldn't help but smirk. 

“Give me my mother's ring back then.” He mused and held out his hand. You have a faux gasp. 

“Excuse you, sir. I seem to remember your mother telling you this belonged to me.” 

“When we were 18!” He challenged, letting himself fall victim to your antics. Like school children. “And last I checked, your reaction was less then pleasant.”

“We had been dating for a year and I was going to the North Pole in my defense, tart boy.” You scoffed and cringed at the memory. How you practically fall out of your chair when Hope made a comment about her ring. 

“Tart boy?”

“Tart boy.”

“I'll show you a tart boy.” He scoffed and took your cheeks. You giggled like a goofball, grabbing his lapels and trying to pull him closer. He smirked at you and kept his distance.

“Remus-” You huffed and glared at him a bit. His smirk only grew as he reached into your pocket, pulling out the modest gem. You rolled your eyes fondly and held out your hand for him, he slipped the ring back in its rightful place.

“Sorry, call me old fashioned. But I'd like to kiss my fiancé, not my coworker.” He teased and you couldn't help but laugh. 

“You absolute sap.”

“Hard not to be.” He mumbled and leaned in, finally kissing you. Both your eyelids lowered but he held eye contact. So much affection bumbling in your chests, it was too much to look away. Eventually, you gave into your shyness, closing your eyes. He slowly pushed your knees apart and slipped between them, making your face grow hot.

He pulled away at this and you huffed, he smirked at you when you looked back up at him. “Hey, sir, your lips on mine again. It's a marital duty and all that jazz.”

“Thought we had to be married for marital privileges, honey?” 

“Oh don't use anything I say around you against me, I can hardly think.”

He bellowed out a laugh at your mischievous look up at him. Slowly biting your lip as you struggled to keep your confident act up.

“Whatever will I do with you, {L/N}?”

“Well, I have a few ideas.” You hummed and began to fiddle with his tie. He curled an eyebrow and you looked forward, looking up at his hazel eyes with a playful pout. “Kiss me again. I promise, you keep my lips occupied, no more bad behavior.”

“Because you won't be able to talk?” 

“Precisely.”

“What in the world!?” You suddenly heard from the far corner of the room. Your face filled with shock and snapped over to see an empty corner, you could of sworn you heard Ronald just a moment ago.

 Remus quickly moved from between your legs and waved his wand, yanking off the invisibility cloak to reveal an appalled Ron, a delighted Harry, and a flustered Hermione.

“Bloody hell!” Remus boomed and you covered your mouth and looked away. Doing your best not to laugh.

“Yes, mum and dad do kiss when the kids are away.” You cheeked and Remus looked at you like you had just made some grand offense to his ears.

Hermione giggled and Harry’s smile grew ten fold.

Ron, however, seemed very displeased.

“I owe the twins so much money.”

[jmwdoesthings]

(Snape's funeral)

McGonagall: (just arrived, baffled) What is this?

Flitwick: ... I'm afraid Severus has... passed away, Minerva.

McGonagall: Passed away? *snorts* Nonsense.

(cups mouth) WHO'S BEEN IN PROFESSOR SNAPE'S STORE CUPBOARD AGAIN?

Snape: *sits bolt upright in coffin* WELL I WILL BE DAMNED IF IT ISN'T HARRY-FREAKING-POTTER

[rudamaruda520]

[in the teachers office]

Dumbledore, walking in: someone just set the whole lake on fire

McGonagall: I bet you 10 galleons it's the work of your scoundrels

Slughorh: And I'll double that, cause I am sure it was Potter with his buddies

McGonagall: Crouch hasn't blown anything up in a very long time...

Slughorn: Right... but Sirius Black also was suspiciously quiet for the past month...

Flitwick: I understand we just gonna debate that and completely ignore the big question- how someone managed to fire up water?!

Sprout: I'll go one step further- we just gonna debate that and completely ignore the fucking fire?!

[casquecest]

have fun w this, sunshine pops x.

[severussnapemylove]

Hagrid; “If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous; if it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.”

Albus; “What if it bites me and it dies?”

Minerva; “That means you’re poisonous.”

Pomona; “What if it bites itself and I die?”

Filius; “That’s voodoo.”

Minerva; “What if it bites me and someone else dies?” 

Albus; “That’s a coincidence.”  

Severus; “What if we bite each other and neither of us die?”

Y/N; “That’s kinky.”

[winn-wynn]

If Hogwarts used Emails

From: Percy Weasley <percy.weasley@s.hogwarts.edu>

To: Filius Flitwick <filius.flitwick@hogwarts.edu>

Subject: CHARMS-ASGMNT 3

Dear Prof. Flitwick,

I hope this message finds you well. I am currently working on assignment 3, which is about the history of Weathering-Modifying Charms and whether or not they should be regulated. I also remember you writing down mobilicorpus, which is the spell for moving bodies of those who found themselves unable to walk. I was wondering if you meant mobiliarbus, which the spell to move plants and trees, which is closer to the subject?

I would greatly appreciate any guidance or suggestions you have to offer.

Thank you and have a great night!

Percy Weasley

W8008569

From: Filius Flitwick <filius.flitwick@s.hogwarts.edu>

To: Percy Weasley <percy.weasley@s.hogwarts.edu>

Subject: Re: CHARMS-ASGMNT 3

whoops typo yeah it's supposed to be mobiliarbus

-Flitwick

Sent from my iPhone

[the-colourful-witch]

🎵🎶 Professor Flitwick 🎶🎵

This was a fun illustration! I liked getting to put my own spin on this teacher. The only description in the books was: he’s a tiny wizard. So, I thought about the role he plays in the books. He’s a kind, good teacher who cares about his job and his students. I imagine he chaperones all kinds of student clubs, because he wants students to explore their interests, like a true Ravenclaw :) He conducts the choir and spruces up the castle during holidays. I bet he plays games in the classroom and does thematic spells for holidays, like hollowing pumpkins for Halloween.

For his design I took some inspiration from old English universities and their professors’ attire. With the long robes and tweed suits. I put my own spin on it and made it more formal and magical, with colour and prints. I subconsciously made him a little bit queer-looking, but I really really like that vibe for him. I hope you like it too! I wouldn’t be opposed to a gay professor Flitwick :)

Until the next one! ✨

[scribbledoctopus]

Hogwarts staff if they weren't wizards.

In muggle clothing, teaching muggle subjects. ♥︎

[ham-tuitui]

✨luna's first amateur radio contact with the iss✨

(it's the space au again. and just ignore the crumple-horned snorkack next to her… I put it there for the composition of the picture😖

[snowyslytherinowl]

Joyous Nightmares - Part 2

PAIRING: Severus Snape x (Professor) Reader

SUMMARY: A year after surviving the Second Wizarding War, Severus Snape begins to have joyous nightmares where he dreams of having a wife and a daughter. These dreams bring him nightmares because he doesn't believe that he'll ever get married or have a family of his own. So what happens when the wife in his dreams is revealed to be you?

Warning: Some angst again, but nothing heavy. 

Part 1 | Part 3

*GIF isn't mine

Severus reads a book resting on his crossed knees. Below him, his now three-year-old daughter plays with her stuffed toys. She drags her niffler across the floor and pretends that it’s searching for her play jewelry and toy galleons. When her niffler finds every item, she extends her hand to where the phoenix is sitting, causing it to fly across the room and into her hands. “Daddy, make it sing, please?” she asks as she tugs on the fabric of her father’s trousers.

“Of course, my Half-Blood Princess.” Slightly bending down, Severus takes his daughter into his arms and settles her onto his lap. He waves his wand over the phoenix’s chest, causing it to play a song that enchants his daughter. 

The front door scrapes open, alerting him to the arrival of his wife. “Hello, my love,” he greets after his wife sneaks up behind him and kisses his cheek. 

Right after he awakes, Severus places the palm of his hand on the cheek that his dream wife kissed. Never before has he been physical with her in any way, though he enjoys that one kiss from her. It’s almost impossible to wipe the feeling of her plump, soft lips on his cheek from his mind. 

After failing to drift off for an hour, Severus gives up and works on brewing a new batch of potions that will allow him dreamless sleep. He started brewing them shortly after his first nightmare with his daughter, but he still has these joyous nightmares since he can’t brew enough for each night. As he waits for the cauldron to simmer, he brushes his fingers against his cheek again. 

He heads to the Great Hall in time for breakfast. You quickly glance at him after he sits beside you, and immediately pour him a coffee. “Are you sure that you’re feeling all right? You’ve looked awful lately.”

“Thank you for pointing that out,” he drawls, earning a chuckle from you. Severus rarely tells an actual joke, but he likes hearing you laugh. At the last Christmas party, he told some joke that made you laugh harder than he ever heard before. He can’t remember the joke he told, but he remembers how that night, he replayed the moment when you playfully smacked his shoulder in response to the joke. 

“Maybe the Hogsmeade visit today will make you feel better,” you point out. Severus suddenly remembers how the third- to seventh-year students will venture into the village. He's always thought that setting these dunderheads loose in a public place is a bad idea.

“I do not plan to go,” he replies, which earns an exaggerated gasp from you. “Witnessing the students ransacking Hogsmeade brings me no pleasure.”

“How can you not?” you dramatically ask him. “Maybe you’ll come if I join you?”

He turns over the offer in his mind for a moment before deciding to accept. “Fine, I will meet you in the Entrance Hall.”

“Fantastic!” He enjoys the way you beam at him. 

Severus stops by his chambers to change into something more cozy (and of course, all black) for the winter weather. He wraps a fluffy black scarf you gave him around his neck and shoulders and heads out. 

He observes your outfit as you wave students out of the Entrance Hall. Your coat and dress show your figure nicely, and your scarf compliments your eyes. He catches your eye when you turn around, so he lifts his hand in a feeble wave. “I like your scarf,” you jokingly compliment as you head out together. 

“Thank you.” On your way to the village, you discuss your ideas for the outing. You agree to stop by a bookstore, then go to the Three Broomsticks for a drink. Colorful, twinkling lights and pine trees line the path to Hogsmeade. Silver and golden stars hang from the ceilings in the bookstore, and you and Severus separate to look for different items. 

Peacock and pheasant feather quills line the shelves, though Severus chooses two quills with an eagle feather. From a gap in the shelves, he notices a small child looking for picture books with his parents. He’s entranced as he watches the little boy show a book to his mother, who agrees to buy it for him. His father scoops the child up and the three of them head for the counter together, reminding Severus of his dreams with his small daughter. 

He doesn’t realize he’s staring until you tap him on the shoulder and ask, “Ready to check out?” He jumps at your touch, earning a quizzical look from you, but he nods and you buy two books while he buys the quills. 

You order a Butterbeer and Severus orders a tea with a shot of Firewhisky. When you reach a table near the back, he expects you to sit across from him. Instead, you sit next to him, and close to him at that. A little too close for what is appropriate between two friends.

“What’s on your mind?” you ask, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear and taking a sip of your Butterbeer. 

“Nothing of importance. I am merely thinking about how there is not nearly enough Firewhisky in this tea,” he lies. In reality, he’s thinking about how if he stood up, his leg would brush against yours. 

“It’s not strong, but you can have a sip of my Butterbeer if you want.” You swish the drink around in your hand before turning to look at him. Your usual cheeriness has faded away to a serious look. “Severus, I’ve been worried about you. You look… more miserable than usual and you look like you hardly get any sleep. Is something wrong?”

Minerva has also noticed that something is off with him. Instead of pulling him aside to talk things through, she gives him sympathetic looks in the staffroom and reduces the number of days that he's assigned to patrol the corridors. You’ve been more open about your concern and Severus finds it, for lack of a better word, sweet. But he doesn’t want to talk about his joyous nightmares with anyone; he doesn’t deserve anyone’s sympathy or gentle looks. You’d probably laugh at him if he told you how he dreamt of a family of his own. 

“I… I am fine.” You quirk your eyebrow at him and he continues, “Finding the ability to sleep after the war is not hard to believe, is it not?”

You nod and soften a little, but you still look wary. “I was thinking that if you had more company, you’d feel better. With me, for example.” You shift your seat even closer to him and your legs are nearly brushing against each other. Severus looks down and becomes flustered. 

You place your hand on his arm as you continue. “After each day’s classes, we can go down to the Black Lake. On the weekends, maybe we can visit Hogsmeade again. What do you think?” 

“I… I believe…” Severus feels like a fool as he trips over his words. All he can think about is your hand on his arm and how you’re close enough to feel your breath and smell your perfume. 

He’s disappointed when you withdraw your hand from him and straighten in your seat until he notices that Professors McGonagall and Flitwick are heading for your table. “Do you mind if we sit with you?” Filius asks. 

“Not at all,” you reply and smile, but Severus notes a hint of impatience in your tone. He can't help but share your feelings of impatience.

After taking a sip of her drink, Minerva leans in and says, “I don’t know about you all, but I am delighted that the Christmas holidays are near.” She drones on about her plans, the decorations she has already put up, and her favorite Christmas treats. You enthusiastically talk about the holidays with Minerva and Filius, and sometimes give a reassuring smile to Severus while the others talk. 

Severus, on the other hand, barely participates in the conversation except for the appropriate nod and grunt here and there. All his mind can focus on is how close you were with him and why in the wizarding world you would offer to spend so much time with him. 

Thankfully (for Severus, at least), the conversation doesn’t carry on for much longer and the four of you head outside. You’re walking along the path towards Honeydukes when suddenly, you hear children screaming with delight. Snowballs fly between the two sides of the path as the children run around and duck for cover behind trees and buildings. 

Severus whips his wand out and suspends all the snowballs in midair. They fall glumly to the ground, causing the children to stop laughing and screaming at once. “What do you think you are doing?” he asks, enunciating each word. Behind him, you and Minerva are exchanging looks and holding back giggles. 

“Professor Snape, we were uhh…” a third-year Hufflepuff attempts to explain. “We were having a snowball fight.” 

“Obviously,” Severus drawls. “Five points from each of you for endangering yourselves and the residents of Hogsmeade with your reckless behavior.” When they only stare at him, he continues, “Direct yourselves back to Hogwarts before I deduct more points.” 

He turns back to find only you standing there. The other two professors left for a tea shop, so you and Severus resume your walk together. You lean into him and say, “You know, they were just having fun.”

“You would define a snowball fight as fun?” he retorts. 

You roll your eyes at him. “That seems like something that someone who hasn’t been in a snowball fight before would say. What did you do for fun during the winter as a child?”

“If you truly wish to know, I occasionally made snowmen and drank tea by the fireplace,” he explains. He stops short when he notices that you’ve left his side. 

Something hits him on his right shoulder, and he has to brush his hand over his shoulder to realize that it’s snow. He whips his head around to see you forming another snowball in your hands. You fire the snowball straight at his chest, but he uses his wand to suspend it in midair. “What are you doing?”

“Having some fun! Stop using your wand!” you shout before rolling another snowball. 

Severus has a reputation to keep up and he has no time to behave like an immature five-year-old. Quite frankly, your behavior as a professor is far from appropriate. But you look so beautiful with a large grin on your face as you raise your arm to take your aim, and the snow is falling perfectly on your hair. He looks around to make sure no students or staff are present before he allows himself to indulge in a snowball fight with you. 

Ducking out of the way, he crouches on the snowy ground and forms a snowball of his own. He sends it flying towards you and it hits you powerfully in the chest, knocking you to the ground with a little shriek. Concerned, Severus stands up to make sure you’re okay until you jump back up and throw a snowball squarely at his abdomen. 

“You insolent little-” He’s cut off when another snowball comes at him and you run away laughing. Residents of Hogsmeade watch Severus chase you into a side street. Both of you continue pelting snowballs at each other until a door opens behind you and Minerva emerges. Severus’s snowball hits the doorframe beside her and she stands there partly shocked, partly amused. 

“I don’t believe that two of my best professors should be behaving like immature first-years,” she chides. 

Blood rushes to your faces and you give her a sheepish smile. “Perhaps we would be better than first-years if Severus improved his aim.” You flash him a wicked smile when he glares at you. 

“Perhaps Filius and I should escort you back to the castle before you engage in more childish behaviors,” Minerva scolds even though there is a hint of amusement in her voice. 

More snow falls as the professors round students up to return to Hogwarts. Enchanted lights and stars twinkle as you and Severus shepherd the students along the path back to the school. You don’t talk much since you’re watching a family of deer passing by. 

A halo surrounds your head because of the golden lights wrapped around the pine trees. Severus pays no attention to the deer, instead admiring how angelic you look with the halo around you. His skin burns and he looks away when you catch him looking at you, but you only flash him a smile. 

“Think about my offer,” you tell him after you drop off the students and walk away from him towards your quarters. 

Oh, he’ll be thinking about your offer tonight in his dreams. 

[incorrect-marauders]

Sirius: Dinosaurs aren't extinct. I mean, Flitwick is walking in this room.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 13 - Sunburn

@wolfstarmicrofic June 13, word count 849

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McGonagall took their dibs cards off them the following morning when she spotted the amount of bacon and eggs they’d all piled onto their plates. 

“You will meet me at the main gates once you have cleaned your plates.” 

“Well, that’s our holiday ruined then,” Peter sulked as he pushed the scrambled eggs around his plate. 

“Cheer up, Pete,” James said cheerily. “There’s four of us this year, I bet we can get through her list of chores for the day and have some free time afterwards.” James was wrong. 

When they finally dragged themselves outside, pots of white paint and brushes waited for them. Remus craned his neck, trying to see where the fence ended. But his guess was they’d be at this all day. They grabbed their supplies and got started. 

Sirius and Remus painted one side while James and Peter did the other. They actually seemed to be making good progress until lunchtime when the sun rose to its highest point and beat down on them. 

They’d watched tiny Mr Flitwick take the rest of the campers into the forest, chatting away merrily about all the things they were going to see. Remus had felt a bit jealous because the few snippets he caught sounded quite interesting. 

“Don’t worry, he says the same stuff every year. I’ll take you around and give you a private tour,” Sirius had winked at him after seeing his sullen face. That had cheered Remus up immensely, and they’d carried on for a few more hours. 

They trudged into the main hall once the others returned for lunch. They were forced to the back of the queue and ate whatever was left.

Remus rolled his shoulders as he sat down, trying to relieve the ache that had settled in soon after he’d started painting. Sirius reached up and applied pressure with his fingertips. Remus had to work really hard not to let out a moan.

“Remus your necks really hot,” Sirius told him. 

“Sirius not while we’re eating,” James wagged a finger at him as he bit off a chunk of his sandwich. 

“Shut up, Potter. No Remus, I mean it’s actually hot.” He pulled Remus’s t-shirt down at the collar to get a better look. Remus squirmed, trying to get away. He had a long scar there from when the doctors had thought he had an issue with his spine and opened him up to find nothing. Sirius ignored it though. 

“Remus you’ve got sunburn on the back of your neck.”

“Oh no,” He whined. His scar was going to be unbearably itchy until the redness went away. 

“I’ve got some cream we can put on that later,” Sirius reassured him, “Do you want me to help make sure you get sunscreen on there before we go back out?” Remus nodded. He’d thought he’d got the worst of the exposed areas of skin with the greasy cream, but clearly, he hadn’t. He could feel the way his skin had gone taught now that Sirius had pointed it out. 

Sirius rubbed copious amounts of sunscreen onto his skin. He seemed to be enjoying himself a bit too much and Remus stopped him after the third pass of his arms. 

“Sirius quit it, if you put any more on, I’ll be better covered than the fences we’re meant to be painting.” He grabbed the bottle and squirted some of the white liquid into his hand. “Come here, and I’ll do you,” He gestured for Sirius to come back. 

“Promises, promises, Remus,” Sirius grinned wickedly at him. Remus rolled his eyes and splatted a glob of sunscreen onto Sirius’s face to shut him up. 

Somehow, they managed to get all the fence painted. With Peter only stepping into a paint pot twice. Both of his legs and shoes were covered in the white paint, but at least he hadn't knocked them over, James had pointed out. They were exhausted, but they wouldn’t have to do it again and that’s what mattered. 

“Beautiful job, boys,” McGonagall appeared out of nowhere again, making them all jump. Her smile was kind. All four of them were nervous. “Go wash up for dinner, I’ll put these away,” She waved her hand over the paint pots and brushes. They didn’t hang around for her to change her mind. 

“Thank you, Minnie!” They all called simultaneously over their shoulders as they hurried back to their cabin. Remus caught the little head shake she gave them and the smile that played at the corner of her mouth. 

“Remus first,” Sirius shouted as they entered the cabin and pushed Remus into the bathroom to have a shower. He threw a clean set of clothes in after him and slammed the door shut. Remus stood there bewildered as James and Peter’s loud complaints came from the other side of the door. “Should have called dibs quicker then, shouldn’t you!” Sirius cackled at them and Remus heard what he supposed was Sirius bounding around the room while James and Peter tried to catch him. He chucked to himself and got into the shower.  

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[jmwdoesthings]

(Staff on break)

Snape: (flatly) Don't worry too much. I'm sure that somewhere, there's a really handsome, really old wizard who will fall for your charm so hard, Minerva, you'll love him right back and feel just like you're seventeen again.

McGonagall:

Flitwick:

Snape: It's a joke.

McGonagall: Just like your life, Severus.

[inkyarcturus]

Professor Flitwick being part-goblin leading to a coveting of jewelry and a large collection of anything remotely precious to him.

Being the Head of Ravenclaw House, a house known for its intelligence, curiosity, innovation, creativity and ingenuity (cause goddamit there’s more to them then being the smart house) means that of course his students are involved in the arts, after all they are a form of creation.

When Luna Lovegood joins her first year at Hogwarts she immediately notices his proclivity towards jewelry and her mind starts whirling with ideas.

The first weekend passes with her working for hours on making matching earrings for her and the Professor.

She’s so excited to give it to him, hopeful about his reaction and finally having a positive relationship with someone in the school.

He ends up loving it, obviously, and she continues to make knickknacks and a large assortment of jewelry to give to him throughout the seven years that she’s there.

It gets to the point where, To get a break from the bullies within her house, she’ll just sit down in his classroom as he works on grading to work on another pair of earrings, necklaces, or bracelets for them.

Every couple of years after, a student gets the bright idea (after asking him about his earrings made by Luna) to gift him odd earrings of different objects, or hand made necklaces, or beaded bracelets with the words “favorite teacher” on it.

[penguinparty88]

Minerva: I have a question.

Pomona: Shoot.

Minerva: Is the S or C in scent silent?

Filius: Fuck you, I’m going to be thinking about this all day.

Pomona: Okay well, cent is pronounced the same way as scent so I’m gonna say the S is silent.

Minerva: Okay, but sent is also spelled the same way.

Filius: Google says that the C was added in the late seventeenth century, so I guess the S is silent.

Severus: Plot twist, both the S and the C are silent and the E actually makes the sss sound.

Filius: Severus is not allowed to talk anymore.