#frank sage longbottom

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Remus Lupin x fem!reader[2.8K] a pub bathroom, knowing friends, one spilled drink. Smut 18+

You’d missed him, that was evident. Remus had left for the week with James and Sirius, a long awaited boys trip to somewhere in Ireland where they met Frank Longbottom and other former Hogwarts students you couldn’t really remember the names of. He’d sent an owl or two, a photo of them all in a tiny pub, cradling huge pints of Guinness, telling you he was having fun but looking forward to seeing you soon. 

Remus had barely managed to hug you hello, his suitcase still by the front door before the phone in his kitchen rang, James’ excited voice telling him Lily got a promotion and everyone was to meet at the Hogs Head to celebrate. 

He hung up before Remus could argue, but you shrugged and smiled, leaning in for one quick kiss before you were both apparating to a quiet lane on the outskirts of Hosgsmeade. There was a table of your friends at the back, rowdy and loud about their celebrations, Lily squished between her boyfriend and Sirius, all of them cheering at your arrival with glasses held above their heads. 

An agonising hour was spent trying to listen to Lily, nodding along with Dorcas and Marlene as she explained the aspects of her new role and how excited she was to start. But Remus was beside you, sipping slowly from a glass that held something amber, chatting quietly to Frank and one of the Weasleys as he curled his hand around your bare thigh. 

He got bolder the longer no one noticed, fingers trailing upupup until they breached the hem of your dress, calloused tips pressing nicely to the inside of your thigh. You startled, glass tipping, your own vodka cranberry spilling onto the table. Dorcas squeaked and Sirius grinned, syphoning up the liquid with the tip of his wand before he winked at you across the table. 

“Drunk already, darling?” 

You glared at him, knowing his teasing came from noticing your flushed cheeks, the way his friend's hand had slipped under the table and never reappeared. 

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, not trusting your voice. Your throat felt thick, your chest warm. “My hand slipped.”

Remus leaned in at that, hand still very much on your leg, his mouth at the shell of your ear. He smelled like he always did, like citrus and sage and something smoky and his lips brushed your skin as he spoke. 

“Clumsy,” he tsked and you could hear the smile in his voice. “Did you spill some on yourself?” Remus was quiet as he spoke, that soft cadence that made your cheeks warm and your thighs squeeze together around his hand. 

You shook your head, hoping no one was watching, the chatter of your friends around you sounding further and further away as the boy pushed closer against you, head ducked down to hear your reply. 

“No, it’s fine. I’m fine,” you lied. You weren’t fine at all. But the drink had missed your lap, your dress dry and unstained. “It missed me.”

Remus hummed, keeping close, head bent to yours so it merely looked like you were both sharing a conversation, tucked together like young lovers who couldn’t hear each other from the din from the rest of the pub. His hand was on the move again, faint scars and papercut lines from his books trailing over your skin, making you push your toes into the old carpet beneath the table. 

From the outside, Remus looked himself. Messy haired and gentle smile, kind brown eyes and a new scar that was already fading, slicing through his right brow. White shirt under a too big sweater, the collar creased, the wool a pattern of muted browns and reds and forest green. He looked perfectly rumpled, sleep soft and bookish, even years out of school. 

He also had his hand pushed to the junction of your thighs, fingers pressed over the cotton of your underwear. 

“You sure you didn’t spill it on you?” Remus’ dropped his voice lower, his smile lazy as he dropped his free arm around your shoulder, listening to the way your breath hitched against his ear. “There’s a little wet, here.” His fingers glided up, just a fraction, middle and pointer pressing directly down onto your clit and making you jump, again, knee banging off the underside of the table. 

Everyone stared, conversation stalling as your friends took in your wide eyes and parted lips with raised brows. There was a beat of silence, a small cough and grin from Remus that he hid behind the hand he finally pulled away from you. 

“Toilet.” You choked out. “Excuse me.”

Remus was behind you before you could shut the door, squeezing past the gap with a grin that made your toes curl, his wand pointed at the lock as he muttered a few charms, his gaze heavy on you. 

“You’re awful,” you hissed, even though you didn’t mean it. You were already letting him crowd you against the wall, elbow hitting off the paper towel dispenser as you reached up to tug at his neck. “That was cruel, Remus.”

The boy seemed pleased no matter how scolding your words were, yielding to you as he bent, letting you manhandle him the way you wanted, expression smug. “I’m awful?” He mused, pretending to frown. His lips skimmed over your cheek in search of your mouth, landing kisses where he could. “Rude. I just missed you, that’s all.”

His hands made quick work, nudging at your waist until you were trapped between the cold tiles and his warm frame, pushed onto your toes so you could reach him. He kissed you slowly, smiling at your impatience, lips curving over yours. He tasted like honeyed bourbon and smoke, a whisper of Sirius’ stolen cigarettes despite his insistence on quitting. 

“Missed you too,” you managed to murmur back, eyes fluttering as he pecked at your cheek, your jaw, the skin just beside your lips, mouthing down and along your throat until you were tugging at strands of hair that curled around his neck. 

This was a far cry from being the first public place you’d let the boy have you in, but the pub outside was much louder than James and Lily’s guest room, and the idea of someone barging in seemed much more possible. 

“I locked it,” Remus whispered, as if he could read your thoughts. Sometimes, you thought he could. “And silenced it.” He was kissing you between words, cut off sentences that ended with syllables trapped between your lips, settling on your tongue instead. 

And then he was moving down, lowering himself to his knees so his nose could graze over your stomach, warm breath through your cotton sundress. He gazed up at you, earnest despite his dark eyes, his filthy intentions. His voice was still sticky soft when he said:

“I’ve spent all night thinking ‘bout making you come,” another kiss, adoringly gentle, just below your navel. “Will you let me, sweetheart?” His hands, wide and warm, teasing the hem of your dress, dragging it up your thighs. “Been dying to put my mouth on you, s’awful.” 

You made a noise then, not a protest, not an agreement, just a high keen, a broken moan that might’ve been the boy’s name. Remus didn’t go further, your dress rucked up all messy over his forearms, his own sleeves rolled up, his hands gripping your hips. He pushed his nose to your hip bone, let his cheek rest there as he looked up at you. 

He was the picture of boyish innocence, despite his intentions. Hair misbehaving, sandy brown strands sticking up from your own hands, caramel coloured eyes hazy and dreamlike, cheeks flushed, pink and freckled from the start of a new summer. 

“People will notice we’re gone,” you tried to argue, albeit weakly. You hand your hands back in his hair, holding him close. “Fuck, Remus— they’ll, they’ll know.”

“Can be quick about it,” he promised softly. “You know I know what you like, can make you feel real good.” You knew he could. That’s why you were letting him drag your left leg over his shoulder, hand curling around your thigh to hold you there. “But if you wanna stop, jus’ tell me, sweetheart, don’t have to do anything.”

You knew he meant it, that you could say no, reject his generous offer and go back to sitting with your friends and spend the remainder of the night horribly frustrated. But Remus was squeezing the dough of your thigh, the slight stubble along his jaw scratching the sensitive skin there just right and then you were groaning, fisting his hair between your fingers a little tighter. 

“Please,” you whispered and suddenly, you were desperate. 

He grinned, all boyish and charming, nose nudging along the line of where your dress lay on your thigh, pushing it up until the lace edge of your underwear came into view. “Please, what?”

“You’re awful,” you told him again, a needy sound twisting around a laugh, “god, Remus, please just—”

He hitched your leg higher, spread it open wider and used his free hand to make quick work of your underwear, damp cotton pulled to the side with two long fingers. No more time was wasted, your breath and words stolen from you as the boy leaned in, licking a slow, wide stripe from your entrance to your clit. 

“Oh fuck.”  

Remus hummed, lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he closed his eyes and pushed into you more, nose resting against your soft skin, cheeks flushed as he let out a groan that vibrated through you. “You taste too good,” he murmured, voice a hoarse rasp. He already sounded wrecked. “You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about this, and you’re calling me awful. So mean to me, love.”

You might have had an idea. Remus was generous like this, loving on you whenever he could, wandering hands and slow kisses stolen all the time, teasing you through the day only to spend the entire night on his knees for you, between your legs, sucking, kissing, licking—

“Remus,” you mewled, body bowing over his head, knees buckling slightly when he let his tongue drag over your clit, kissing around it before going back to those slow, deliberate licks. “Oh shit, oh my god.”

He was soft about it, hands keeping you up, keeping you open for him, eyes full of fierce affection as he watched you fall apart for him, tongue nudging against your entrance until you sobbed, curling over your clit again and again and again until you were too close to bear it. 

“Need you,” you sniffed, eyes glassy, a hand dragging over his cheek. “Fuck, Remus, need you inside me.”

Remus pulled back, only just, huffing out a breath of warm air over your poor, sensitive cunt as he laughed. “Thought we were being quick, hmm?” He asked, tone light and teasing. He knew you were close, could tell by the way you’d went pliant against him, pussy fluttering each time he swiped his tongue through your folds. “C’mon, you gonna come for me?”

You nodded, breath hitching, nose scrunching at the effort of staying upright. “Just need more,” god, you sounded out of it, almost slurring despite your one spilled drink, your lips still kiss bitten and red. “Can I have your fingers, handsome, please?”

Remus cooed at your affection, leaving kisses and lilac bruises over the tops of your thighs, his mouth busy elsewhere. He brought two fingers to where you wanted them, getting them slick between your folds, groaning at the velvet feel of you. 

“You’re absolutely soaked, love, fuck,” his voice was all awe and appreciation, his cock twitching under his slacks, kicking up in protest at being left out. “There you go, that better?” He slid his digits in, marvelling at how easy you took them, how warm and wet you were, fluttering around him already. 

You nodded, gasping, body almost bent in half as you clung to his hair, his face pushed into the mess of your creased dress and slick skin, your leg still dangling from his shoulder. 

“C’mon on then, baby,” Remus was being awful now, truly. Words coming with a bite of condescension, wrapped up all silky and pretty with his soft tone. He only really called you ‘baby’ like this, the affection making you feel small and lovely, just for him. “Make yourself come, there’s my good girl.”

You knew what he wanted. And who were you to deny him?

You straightened up, head thrown back carelessly against the tiles as you gripped the boy’s hair a little harder, tugging a little mean, nails scratching at his scalp. You shifted your hips, searching for him, for his mouth, for his tongue. And you found it when he ducked back down for you, kissing over your cunt with the softest of touches, making you work for it as he slid his fingers in and out of you. You moved with more intent, hips grinding against his face, Remus’ free hand sliding down to grab at your ass, squeezing meanly. 

You shifted and his tongue caught your clit just right, a needy noise leaving your throat and letting the boy know that wasn’t to dare stop what he was doing. So he kept his tongue pressed to you just like that, groaned into you a little wild when you held him there, moving over him to chase the high you were guaranteed to get. 

It was obscene, the noises you made, the sounds he let out. It was filthy, the way he scratched his short nails down the back of your thigh, curling his hand under your knee to pull you closer. It was dirty, the way you came on his tongue, Remus’ eyes rolling back before his lashes fluttered shut, nose pressed into your folds, tongue licking up everything you gave him, his fingers sliding out of you to trail over your leg, leaving wetness in his wake. 

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, drunk sounding, standing up a little shakily after he dropped your leg slowly back to the ground, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee as he did so. “Christ, you’re too pretty, y’know that?”

It was dizzying, the buzz that lingered over your skin, the high that was still coursing through each limb. His lovely words settled over you like wildflowers, blooming between the cracks of your ribs, twisting over your neck, your cheeks as he kissed you sweet. 

“Remus,” his name was a clumsy thing on your lips, sticky with affection, cloying at your throat. You still wanted him, possibly more than you did before. He tasted like you when you kissed him, pressed shakily to your tiptoes, reaching for his jaw greedily for more. “Take me home, please.”

He hummed, pleased, the sound turning to the throaty groan when your kisses changed to filth, your tongue kitten licking over his bottom lip, sucking it between your own to chase the taste he took from between your thighs. His hands grabbed your hips, smoothing down your dress for you before petting at your hair, piecing you back together after he’d ripped you apart. 

“Please?” Remus repeated, a pretty smile playing at his lips. He looked as dazed as you felt, his cock still painfully hard and pressed between you both but he seemed unphased, more than happy to have you like putty in his arms. “You’re lovely, you know that? S’too much, too sweet.”

You nodded, eyes heavy lidded, eager to agree to whatever he said. “I’d very much like to show you how lovely I think you are too. Let’s go.”

That made him blush, cheeks rosy, eyes bright, as if he was a schoolboy with a crush and not a twenty something who’d gotten his girl so worked up in a public setting, he had to have her there and then. 

“They’ll notice,” he murmured, ducking back down for another kiss, smiling through it, whispering against your lips like he couldn’t bear to part from you. “They’ll be horrid about it.”

You knew who they were. James. Sirius. You realised you really didn’t care. Not then, maybe tomorrow, probably when you met them for the lunch they always demanded during hangovers. Three pizzas shared between five, jugs of fresh lemonade made by Lily and maybe a bowl of chicken wings if James was feeling extra delicate. 

You shrugged, unbothered, hair still mussed despite the way the boy had tried his best to fix it, lipgloss all gone, your neck kissed and bitten, all marked up in the best way. You looked like you had been doing exactly what you had been doing. 

“Better be quick about then,” you told him, dragging him out of the door, the charms bursting around you both, glittering in the air. 

You ignored the whistles, the whoops, the hollers - but god, you really couldn’t help laughing when Sirius called Remus a dirty harlot. And when you both got outside, the sun setting across the village, Remus kissed you as you disapparated, and if you landed directly in his bed, well. 

That was just good luck.

[marsmarauders]

Marauders Full-Name Headcanons!

I have these in my character profiles (anyone wanna see those?) for the marauders characters and I just wanna get them out there!

James Fleamont Potter

Sirius Orion Black

Remus John Lupin

Peter William Pettigrew

Lily Jane Evans

Mary Anne Macdonald

Marlene Elizabeth McKinnon

Alice Louise Fortescue

Frank Oliver Longbottom

Kingsley Desmond Shacklebolt

Emmeline Rose Vance

Dorcas Camille Meadowes

Severus Tobias Snape

Regulus Arcturus Black

Bartemius Crouch Jr (He doesn't have a middle name).

Evander Felix Rosier

Pandora Sage Rosier

Xenophilius Augustus Lovegood

~

That's it!! Let me know your thoughts! <3

[hogwartsthenextgeneration]

Pets

(Family pets and the pet they take to Hogwarts)

Potters:

Family: Dog (Mastiff) - Padfoot / Paddy

James: Ferret - Dave

Albus: Tawny Owl - Klaus

Lily: Tabby Cat - Ziggy

Teddy: Spotted Owl - Koda

Weasley-Granger:

Rose: Maine Coon Cat - Hemmy

Hugo: Toad - Flip

Weasley-Delacour:

Family: Dog (Golden Retriever)- Lisette, Maltese Cat - Claude

Vic: Singapura Cat - Bella

Dom: Eurasian Eagle Owl - Octavia

Louis: Rat - Rio

Weasley-Johnson:

Fred: Rat - Snot

Roxanne: Tawny Owl - Ozzy

Weasley-Zhào:

Molly: Ragdoll Cat - Elio

Lucy: Peterbald Cat - Silver

Longbottom:

Family: Dog (Shih Tzu) - Bono, Dog (Cockpoo)- Stevie

Alice: Snowy Owl - Nina

Frank: Toad - Angus

Malfoy:

Scorpius: Ferret - Sage

[marianamonteverde]

I’m so sorry I haven’t been posting regular updates here on social media, but there have been weekly updates in this beautiful universe. That I love so much <3

But today I posted Chapter 50 of Mystic Spires Blue.

Can you believe this is already chapter 50? I... I can't... I'm so overwhelmed

Title: Friday, 24 August, 2007 - Part 3

Summary: Words, Memories, Feelings and some more

or

Pansy and Neville slowly learn about each other.

I hope you enjoy it <3

[sodascherrycola]

Instagram Intros (Neville Longbottom’s Kids)

Frank Sage Longbottom II (@frankiesageii)

DOB: December 17th 2002 Age: 21 years old House: Hufflepuff Nicknames: Frankie S/O: No One Kids: None Best Friend(s): Molly Weasley II, Elise Diggory, and (M)Taylor Weasley Aesthetic: Very nice and humble, never talks bad about anyone EVER

Alice Rachel Longbottom II (@lizzylongbottom005)

DOB: February 27th 2005 Age: 18 years old House: Gryffindor Nicknames: Lissy, Lizzy, Liz S/O: Jacob Ross Kids: None Best Friend(s): Rosalie Granger-Weasley and Samuel Weasley Aesthetic: Crazy nice, like annoyingly nice. Lowkey the horse girl in middle school

[thegoldenyearsrp]

                               𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐃

publicado el día 28 de septiembre de 2021.

→ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐬.

Ninguna pendiente.

→ 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐳𝐨́𝐧.

Ninguna pendiente.

→ 𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚.

Ninguna pendiente.

→ 𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬.

Cassia Clearwater y Brigitte Delacour — indefinido.

Dorcas Meadowes, Hestia Jones, Gideon Prewett, Agatha Figg, Glenda Chittock, Aurora Rowle, Jonathan Nott, Rosalind Bungs, Doris Purkiss, Alyssa Abbott, Alastair Montague y Danny Wood — 2 de octubre / semi.

Mina Lima, Ted Tonks, Narcissa Malfoy, Katherine Ollivander y Davey Gudgeon — indefinido.

→ 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞́𝐧 𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

Remus Lupin.

Rita Skeeter.

Sybill Trelawney.

→ 𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐝.

Ninguno.

→ 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐬.

Ninguna.

→ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐣𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬.

Ningune.

→ 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬.

Madelyn Cline ( cambio de fc ).

𝐏𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎́𝐍

orden del fénix.

Alice Longbottom (Florence Pugh).

Benjy Fenwick (Nick Robinson).

Dorcas Meadowes (Kristine Froseth).

Emmeline Vance (Ryan Destiny).

Fabian Prewett (Maxence Danet Fauvel).

Frank Longbottom (Dev Patel).

Gideon Prewett (Björn Mosten).

James Potter (Brenton Thwaites).

Lily Potter (Sophie Skelton).

Peter Pettigrew (Jacob Batalon).

Remus Lupin (Bill Skarsgard).

Sirius Black (Charlie Gillespie).

mortifagos.

Alecto Carrow (Emma Mackey).

Baptiste Travers (Miguel Bernardeau).

Barty Crouch Jr. (Bright Vachirawit).

Bellatrix Lestrange (Margaret Qualley).

Lucius Malfoy (Henrik Holm).

Rabastan Lestrange (Michael Evans Behling).

cíviles.

Agatha Figg (Lily Rose Depp).

Alastair Montague (Lorenzo Zurzolo).

Alyssa Abbott (Kim Jiwoo).

Amelia Bones (Jessica Henwick).

Andrea Prewett (Jane Levy).

Andromeda Tonks (Benedetta Gargari).

Arthur Weasley (Alex Saxon).

Aurora Rowle (Lily Collins).

Bertram Aubrey (Timothée Chalamet).

Brigitte Delacour (Meg Donnelly).

Cassia Clearwater (Danielle Rose Russell).

Daisy Hookum (Eleanor Tomlinson).

Danny Wood (Jeong Jaehyun).

Davey Gudgeon (Song Kang).

Doris Purkiss (Abigail Cowen).

Edric Brown (Alfie Enoch).

Ellie Dowson (Lana Condor).

Finnick Snow (Cha Eunwoo).

Gilderoy Lockhart (Dacre Montgomery).

Gladys Gudgeon (Kim Jennie).

Glenda Chittock (Elle Fanning).

Grace Fitzgerald (Kathryn Newton).

Gwenog Jones (Alisha Boe).

Hestia Jones (Nana Komatsu).

Ivan Davies (Thomas Brodie-Sangster).

Jacob Davies (Owen Joyner).

Jason Denbright (Reece King).

Jonathan Nott (Tyler Young).

Katherine Ollivander (Madelaine Petsch).

Kenta Akiyama (Nakamoto Yuta).

Lorcan d’Eath (Harry Styles).

Lucy Karoonda Wood (Josefine Frida Pettersen).

Ludo Bagman (Wolfgang Novogratz).

Mafalda Hopkirk (Geraldine Viswanathan).

Mary MacDonald (Bae Suzy).

Mina Lima (Reina Hardesty).

Minerva MacMillan (Samantha Logan).

Molly Weasley (Karen Gillan).

Narcissa Malfoy (Emily Alyn Lind).

Rita Skeeter (Anya Taylor Joy).

Rosalind Bungs (Zoey Deutch).

Scarlett Travers (Halston Sage).

Sybill Trelawney (Saoirse Ronan).

Ted Tonks (Jordan Fisher).

Tiberius McLaggen (Kedar Williams-Stirling).

Zabrina Davies (Lili Reinhart).

Zephyr Parkinson (Louriza Tronco).

Zoe Nettles (Kat McNamara).

TOTAL: 66 personajes ocupados.

¡Buenas a todes, pequeñes! Por aquí dejamos el recuento correspondiente a la semana. Dada la nueva apertura de starters y la lógica del evento, estaremos alargando un poquito más las Olimpiadas hasta el día 5 de octubre (una semana), de esa forma permitiremos el desarrollo de threads tranquilamente. ¡Que tengan una bonita semana y cuídense mucho!

𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒐́𝒏.

[ao3feed-jily]

Never Not For You

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/IQhq8tRdH

by transcendent_flickers

"Oh, okay." Lily nods sagely. "You're in love with Sirius."

There is a slight chance that Remus might like Sirius. He’s just got to make it through 5th year without, (not to mince words), fucking everything up. Which he can do. Sirius Orion Black isn’t THAT pretty. Right?

Words: 7319, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans Potter, Regulus Black, Professor McGonagills, Severus Snape, Dorcas Meadowes, Marlene McKinnon, Mary Macdonald, Frank Longbottom, Alice Longbottom

Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Regulus Black/James Potter, Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes

Additional Tags: wolfstar, havent decided if its canon compliant or not, The Marauders - Freeform, Marauders

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/IQhq8tRdH

[seasgods]

@hpcreativesnet introductory event ➵ OC’s

Name: Sage Longbottom (sister of Neville Longbottom, daughter of Frank and Alice Longbottom) House: Hufflepuff Favourite class: Care of magical creatures Aspiring career: Magizoologist Blood Status: Pureblood Star Sign: Gemini

[darkestdawnhq]

OTTO BAGMAN is a 31 year old HALFBLOOD, a former HUFFLEPUFF, and a DRAGONOLOGIST who is a CIVILIAN and uses HE/HIM pronouns. They are categorized as CODE THREE. They are currently CLOSED.

Dirt always embedded under your nails | Protecting those you love without putting anyone in danger | House plants spread out on every available surface | The smell of sage and lemon | Keeping the peace and the wanting the best for everyone around you | Herbology and cooking books stacked in the kitchen | A reliable ally

HISTORY.

Born to a Pureblood-Wizard father and a Muggleborn Witch of a mother. Otto grew up with little difference between any blood status in the wizarding world.  In fact he wasn't even aware it was a social construct until he arrived in Hogwarts and first crossed paths on equal standing with members of the sacred twenty-eight.  Otto found it strange that anyone could consider themselves more powerful then others simply because of who their parents were.  Skill and Prowess were things you earned, not things you were born with.  At least that is what his parents had instilled in him from a young age.  

In their youth Otto was close to his brother Ludo, often indulging him on anything he wished.  Taking him to quidditch matches, on travels into the muggle world to meet and hangout with their mothers parents.  He thought he was doing what was best to show his brother, the same world he saw but he never realized how different he and his younger brother were.

During his fourth year, he cheered as his brother was sorted unaware that it would be the end of what kind of brotherly bond they had.  He tried during lunches to sit with him or get him to meet some of his fellow half-blood and muggleborn friends but Ludo fell into a crowd of Lucius, Alecto, Amycus and Bellatrix.  Following them around like he had finally found his home, which broke his brothers heart.  He hadn't realized the resentment he had toward their father for marrying a muggleborn, but he wished his brother knew they would never hold him to the same standard as themselves either.  No matter how much he renounced his family, he was still a half-blood and in their eyes he was lesser.

By his Seventh year, Otto gave up trying.  He was tired of his brother pushing him away and ignoring him with every opportunity he gave.  So he focused on his specialization.  Magizology with a specialization in Dragons.  He had already had an offer by the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary and after his graduation, he was gone.  He spent a majority of his time traveling.  Exploring and training, he still found time to write but his brother never wrote back in response.

As the war grew, a letter from his mother is what brought him home.  The war had been targeting Muggleborns at disproportionately larger rates then any other blood class. His mother and father needed help out of the country, and he was happy to oblige them in their older age.  He snuck them aboard a transport of dragons, getting them across the boarder and allowing them to gain a flight out of the country and toward the independent United States of America which hadn't fallen under the sway of blood supremacy.  He thought they would only begone for a time being, but alas the end of the war came and it wasn't the way he was naïve to believe it would have ended.

He knows as long as the new world order exists, his parents can never come home and despite their pleadings for him to flee over seas and join them.  He refuses to leave his brother behind, believing in the good of the people that remained.  He still has hope that the country will be set right again but with each passing day, that hope fades just a little bit more.

CONNECTIONS.

ARTHUR WEASLEY: Companion. Otto met Arthur when he was hiking out in the country collecting some herbs he needed for his personal supply. The man lived nearby it seemed, but the two started talking and he even invited Otto back to his house for some tea and to meet his wife. While there, Arthur showed off his collection of muggle artifacts and Otto took it all in with a polite smile and friendly questions. He may not have the same admiration for muggle objects, but he can appreciate his seemingly new friend’s love of them. Otto has owled Arthur a few times since then, and even brought him a new muggle object he found when he was exploring that part of London. 

EDGAR BONES: Best Friend. They’ve been best friends since their first day of school when they were sorted into Hufflepuff together. That day at the big table in the great hall, they were bonded as brothers. They were together all the time, trying to encourage each other through all the exams, staying up late in their room, facing the world together after graduation. The only time they were not together was when Edgar got involved in the Order of the Phoenix as the war ramped up for everyone in their world. It wasn’t that Otto believed in the blood purity of the Death Eaters, but he thought it was too dangerous to join the Order’s cause. With the war over and known Order members now wanted criminals, he’s glad he didn’t join. He’s still there for his best friend, and will do anything to protect the secret of Edgar’s alliances. 

THEA ROSMERTA: Ex. When Otto started dating Thea a few years ago, he still couldn’t believe that she had said yes to him and that she had been single. He saw the way she glowed when she smiled and he was sure that everyone around her fell in love with her. Things were going well between them too and then the conversation of commitment came up, and that was when everything went wrong. Thea told him she couldn’t give him what he wanted and they broke up that night. It’s been a few months and he’s still licking his wounds. It’s not that he hates Thea, a part of him will always care for her, but he needs time to heal from the abrupt end to what he thought was perfect. Things are awkward between them right now, and he has been trying to avoid her for the time being. 

FRANK LONGBOTTOM : Estranged Old-Friend. Frank and Otto were in the same year back at Hogwarts and one of the first friends he made outside of his respective house.  Their friendship carried out in even a professional sense.  Their paths crossing every now and again during rogue thief matters.  He found comfort with him and Alice and during the early stages of the war, he was asked by both to join the order but he refused.  Insisting he wanted only to stay independent.  He wasn't a fighter after all.  As the war progressed he fell out of contact with them both and only found out of the murder of Neville and Alice through the newspaper.  He has tried to reach out too him ever since, but with Frank's new allegiances.  He is almost unrecognizable to his old friend.

Currently portrayed by CASEY DEIDRICK

[petrificushq]

+2 CONNECTIONS

SIBELLA PARKINSON (HALSTON SAGE) is searching for their OLDER BROTHER. they’re called UTP PARKINSON and are a seventh year/any job from SLYTHERIN house. they look like UTP and applicants do (not) need to get in touch.

details: Sibella is the first person in the Parkinson family to NOT be sorted into Slytherin and their parents definitely favor her brother. He’s either death eater aligned or neutral, but he appears to be the perfect child of a pureblood family. He’s the one that ends up being Pansy’s father. We can plot their relationship when you apply since I’m really up for anything, but feel free to contact me if you have any questions. He can either be a seventh year at Hogwarts or just out of school, either is completely fine.

ALICE CROUCH (JESSICA HENWICK) is searching for their LOVE INTEREST. they’re called FRANK LONGBOTTOM and are a trainee / junior auror who was in (any) house. they look like ROME FLYNN (!!) / ALEX LANDI / OPEN TO OTHERS ON DISCUSSION and applicants do need to get in touch. 

details: at the moment frank is just the boy that was a few years above her in school; maybe they spoke once or twice maybe they didn’t. but now frank is an auror and alice is the daughter of his bosses boss and there’s some chemistry between them. it won’t all be smooth sailings, between alice deciding now is not the time for romance and alice’s mum scheming to arrange a betrothal there’s gonna be some bumps in the road. maybe it’ll be helped by the fact alice’s dad  keeps pointing out frank as this “nice young fellow” at his work

[marianamonteverde]

Chapter 34 - A year in the life - Part 2

Some moments in Neville and Frank's life from February 2007 to May 2007

Hope you enjoy it!

Hi, my loves! So instead of a time jump into the next big moment of Mystic, I thought that give you a glimpse into our favourite Longbottom’s life would be cute.

[mordrefm]

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 !!  welcome  to  mordre  ,  em  !  TED  TONKS,  FRANK  LONGBOTTOM,  DANIEL  SHARMAN  &&  SEAN  TEALE  are  now  unavailable  .  please  send  in  your  account  within twenty  -  four  hours  or  your  role  will  be  reopened  .

𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖞  𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖘  :  TED  TONKS  is  a  thirty  four  year  old  muggleborn  .  he  is  currently  a  retired  mediwizard  and  stay  at  home  father  ,  and  is  suspected  of  siding  with  the  order.  nicknamed  the  beneficent  ,  they're  described  to  be  -  acquiescent  and  +  magnanimous  .  wherever  they  go  ,  they  leave  the  scent  of  a  hearth,  garden  picked  herbs  like  thyme,  sage  and  basil,  and  hot  apple  cider  ,  and  the  memories  of  shielding  innocence  from  horrific  realities  of  the  outside,  mending  injuries  and  broken  spirits,  and  reluctantly  opening  a  home  to  potential  dangers  for  a  greater  cause . (  daniel  sharman  .  cis  male  .  )  | ooc  em  ,  23  ,  est  ,  she/her  .

𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖞  𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖘  :  FRANK  LONGBOTTOM  is  a  twenty  eight  year  old  pureblood  .  he  is  currently  working  as  an  auror  ,  and  is  suspected  of  siding  with  the  order.  nicknamed  the  kingpin  ,  they're  described  to  be  -  stoic  and  +  august  .  wherever  they  go  ,  they  leave  the  scent  of  wildflowers,  pine,  and  leather  ,  and  the  memories  of  dark  hair  that's  been  thickened  and  slicked  back  by  mud  and  gore,  redefining  a  poor  father's  legacy,  and  laughter  that  doesn't  quite  meet  the  eyes  anymore . (  sean  teale  .  cis  male  .  )  | em  ,  23  ,  est  ,  she/her  .

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                                 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐃

publicado el día 7 de noviembre de 2021.

→ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐬.

Ninguna.

→ 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐳𝐨́𝐧.

Ninguna.

→ 𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚.

Ninguna.

→ 𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬.

Cassia Clearwater y Brigitte Delacour — 15 de noviembre.

Narcissa Malfoy y Lily Potter — 17 de noviembre.

→ 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞́𝐧 𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬.

Ellie Dowson ( nueva usuaria ).

Michael Bones.

Ted Tonks.

→ 𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐝.

Ningune.

→ 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐬.

Baptiste Travers ( inactividad ).

Ellie Dowson ( previa usuaria ).

Mafalda Hopkirk.

Peter Pettigrew.

→ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐣𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬.

Baptiste Travers.

Mafalda Hopkirk. 

Peter Pettigrew.

→ 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬.

Geraldine Viswanathan.

Jacob Batalon.

Jane Levy ( cambio de rostro ).

Kathryn Newton ( cambio de rostro ).

Lana Condor.

Miguel Bernardeau.

𝐏𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎́𝐍

orden del fénix.

Alice Longbottom (Florence Pugh).

Benjy Fenwick (Nick Robinson).

Dorcas Meadowes (Kristine Froseth).

Emmeline Vance (Ryan Destiny).

Fabian Prewett (Maxence Danet Fauvel).

Frank Longbottom (Archie Renaux).

Gideon Prewett (Björn Mosten).

James Potter (Brenton Thwaites).

Lily Potter (Sophie Skelton).

Remus Lupin (Bill Skarsgard).

Sirius Black (Charlie Gillespie).

mortifagos.

Alecto Carrow (Emma Mackey).

Barty Crouch Jr. (Vachirawit Chiva-aree/Bright).

Bellatrix Lestrange (Margaret Qualley).

Lucius Malfoy (Rudy Pankow).

Rabastan Lestrange (Michael Evans Behling).

Sabine Dolohov (Amita Suman).

cíviles.

Agatha Figg (Lily Rose Depp).

Alastair Montague (Lorenzo Zurzolo).

Alyssa Abbott (Kim Jiwoo/Chuu).

Amelia Bones (Jessica Henwick).

Andrea Prewett (Ellie Bamber).

Andromeda Tonks (Benedetta Gargari).

Arthur Weasley (Alex Saxon).

Aurora Rowle (Lily Collins).

Bertram Aubrey (Timothée Chalamet).

Brigitte Delacour (Meg Donnelly).

Cassia Clearwater (Danielle Rose Russell).

Daisy Hookum (Eleanor Tomlinson).

Danny Wood (Jeong Yunoh/Jaehyun).

Darcy Brown (Aimee Lou Wood).

Doris Purkiss (Abigail Cowen).

Edric Brown (Alfie Enoch).

Ellie Dowson (Haley Lu Richardson).

Finnick Snow (Lee Dongmin/Cha Eunwoo).

Gilderoy Lockhart (Dacre Montgomery).

Gladys Gudgeon (Kim Jennie/Jennie).

Glenda Chittock (Elle Fanning).

Grace Fitzgerald (Sydney Sweeney).

Gwenog Jones (Alisha Boe).

Hestia Jones (Komatsu Nana).

Ivan Davies (Thomas Brodie-Sangster).

Jacob Davies (Owen Joyner).

Jason Denbright (Reece King).

Jonathan Nott (Tyler Young).

Kenta Akiyama (Nakamoto Yuta).

Lorcan d’Eath (Harry Styles).

Lucy Karoonda Wood (Josefine Frida Pettersen).

Ludo Bagman (Wolfgang Novogratz).

Mary MacDonald (Bae Suji/Suzy).

Michael Bones (Nicholas Hoult).

Minerva MacMillan (Samantha Logan).

Molly Weasley (Karen Gillan).

Narcissa Malfoy (Lucy Boynton).

Rita Skeeter (Anya Taylor Joy).

Rosalind Bungs (Zoey Deutch).

Scarlett Travers (Halston Sage).

Sybill Trelawney (Saoirse Ronan).

Ted Tonks (Logan Shroyer).

Tiberius McLaggen (Kedar Williams-Stirling).

Zabrina Davies (Lili Reinhart).

Zephyr Parkinson (Louriza Tronco).

Zoe Nettles (Kat McNamara).

TOTAL: 63 personajes ocupados.

¡Buenas a todes, pequeñes! Por aquí dejamos el recuento correspondiente a la semana. Publicamos hace unos días una ambientación para el mes, siéntanse libres de continuar abriendo starters en el evento que deseen. ¡Que tengan una bonita semana!

𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒐́𝒏.

[zarinthelwrites]

Ancient and Most Noble

I wrote like 3k of a HP self insert then realized that i’d need to rewrite the whole thing due to leaving out important plot points. If I get encouragement I’ll write more? Probably. 

Killian’s first memory is of screams, terrible screams that turn to hoarse murmurs while a woman laughs and laughs and laughs. Well. Not quite. Killian’s first memories are of another world, a world where there is no Cruciatus Curse, a world where she has four grandparents and two parents and so very many cousins who she could play with.

So, not very much like this one at all.

But in this world she has a brother. Killian’s never had one of those, before. She still does wonder, sometimes. If having a brother is enough of a reason to stay in this world full of shadows, to live through the screams every night. They echo in her dreams. Killian used to love to sleep.

Having a brother isn’t enough of a reason, not really. She had siblings, before. She’s even had a twin before! And Killian has never been very good at turning her motivation towards other people.

So if not for her brother, why is she here? Food? House elf cooked meals? A library full of books? Chocolate frogs?

In the end, it’s childish fancy that always pulls her through, time and time again. Killian will put up with ten years of nightmares, will cry into a pillow every night, if only she can go and see Hogwarts. She wants to see Diagon Alley, and Knockturn Alley, she wants to see Sirius Black’s flying motorcycle and a dragon sanctuary and......and on and on. The magic... the magic doesn't matter. She wants to see a world built out of paragraphs and mad dreams. She wants to watch impossible things from her breakfast table.

There is a very small knock on her bedroom door. She would have missed it entirely, if he didn’t knock at the exact same time every night.

“Come in, Nev,” she said. “The door’s not locked.” If you’re not safe in your own home, you’re not safe anywhere.

The door creaked open, and she flinched anyways.

“Keeley...” Nev whispered. He looked so short in the doorway, so small in his tailored pajamas. If the only male heir of the Longbottom line wasn’t dressed properly, then what did it say about their Family? Nothing good, nothing good. Killian could hear Callidora’s smirking portrait clucking to herself from all the way down the hall. He was only six years old, Killian thought suddenly. She had never been any good at keeping track of time.

Killian realized he was still standing in the doorway and hastily gestured for him to come in and shut the door behind him. Grandmother Augusta didn’t approve of sharing a bed when there were so many empty rooms in the house.

Grandmother Augusta had not taken the death of her only son very well.

Killian helped Neville up beside her, letting him hug her for as long as she could stand it. She never really liked touching other people. It made her tense, it made her stiff. She hugged him back anyway. It was the least she could do, she thought. Maybe it was the best she could do.

“Keeley...” Neville whispered again. “Keeley, do you remember what Grandpa Jeph said?”

“Don’t put a spider in a woman’s purse and then laugh when she screams?” Killian didn’t want to talk about what Grandpa Jeptha had said.

Neville shuddered, but pressed on. “No, Keeley. What he said about...what he said about mummy and...and...” His shoulders were shaking now, practically vibrating with the effort of forcing out the words. “They’ll never remember us,” he whispered into her neck. He choked his sobs into silence, a slight high pitched whine escaping as he tried to gasp for breath.

It hurt, but Killian had always known that her existence would likely do nothing to bring Alice and Frank out of their madness. They had already loved Neville with everything they had. If love couldn’t do it, then nothing but death would free them, as Grandpa Jeptha had so kindly pointed out.

Grandmother took Killian and Neville to visit the spellward every week. She no longer brought Grandpa Jeptha with her.

“They sacrificed themselves for you,” Grandmother Augusta would say, when Neville or Killian were late to clean themselves up for the hospital visit, whenever Neville missed a step and tumbled down the stairs, bruising himself and messing up his robes. “Be grateful. Be proud.”

Alice had begun to collect wrappers. The nurses said it was a positive sign.

“It’ll be okay,” said Killian, which was a lie. “We’ll get through this.” A partial lie. Neville would get through this, of course. At his core, Neville was steel. Killian was just a girl with nightmares and executive dysfunction. She would try, but.

She wanted to watch Hogwart’s staircases move.

The comments about Neville’s weight were getting worse. Killian ate more than Neville, and she ate sugar and fat for most of her meals. She still looked fine.

“Just like her mother,” said Great Aunt Enid.

“The boys wont know what hit them,” said Great Uncle Algie.

Neville stopped wearing tailored clothing.

Great Uncle Algie told the story about the time when he dropped toddler Neville from the third story window, and watched his head bounce off the cobblestones below. He told it every Christmas, so many times that it was more like a memory than a story by now. Killian could almost picture it, him letting go of a squib to grap at a lemon meringue. He laughed when he told it. “The boy’s not a squib afterall!” Laughter from Grandpa Jeptha. Pursed lips from Grandmother Augusta. Neville would stare at the floor.

The next Christmas, Great Uncle Algie had a new story to tell.

Killian and Neville had been down by the Blackpool pier, watching the waves. Neville had dug up a book about the type of plants that only grew in briny waters soaked by the new moon, Spirit Thimbleweed, Life’s Cress, Silent Sage... he could talk for hours about plants.

It had been a beautiful morning, fog touching the tips of the trees and dew drops scattering the light across the water. The pixies were dancing across the water, laughing and giggling to themselves and they played a fatal game of tag with the jumping carp.

The book had been completely ruined, when Great Uncle Algie came up behind Neville and pushed him into the dark water. He held him down, wrinkled face splitting into his storytelling grin. “What’s the matter, squib?” He asked. “Any son deserving of Frank’s legacy should be able to get himself out of this.”

Neville sputtered up water, face red and eyes wet from more than just the lake water.

“What’s that, squib? I can’t hear you.”

Neville wheezed, legs flailing. “W-w-watchhh....out..”

Killian kicked her Great Uncle Algie into the lake. He was old, and he was already more than halfway into the water. It wasn’t a great feat by any means.

“What’s the matter, Uncle?” Killian asked. “Any wizard deserving of the Longbottom name should be able to get himself out of this.” She sounded like the pictures on the walls-- Absentminded and cold, capturing the face without the spirit.

Neville pulled himself out of the lake and stood up on the pier, ruined book still clutched to his chest. No wonder he had been drowning, if he hadn’t let go of the book the entire time.

What would she have done if he had drowned?

“We need to help him,” said Neville. “We’ve stirred up the Serpent Stammerwort that grows at the bottom of the lake. He won’t be able to get out on his own.”

And he didn’t think he’d be placed in Gryffindor. Honestly.

Killian looked at the robes she was wearing, shrugged, and jumped in, quickly swimming over to where her Great Uncle had trapped himself with this confused arm swinging.

“Stop moving,” said Killian. Her voice hadn’t changed at all from when she’d kicked him in. “Look to your left. No, your other left. Yes, the left with Neville. Take his hand, he’s stronger than he looks. Yes, they’re letting you go and focusing on me now. Take his hand and let him help you out. There you go, now you’re up.” The weeds bit at her feet, and she bit her lip in turn. He had gotten them revved up, and now she took his place.

Great Uncle Algie watched from the shore, preventing Neville from helping her out of the lake.

Killian stomped down hard as she made her way out, feet leaving bloody trails behind her. The Serpent Stammerwort seethed behind her. A Lord had not visited for six years, now. The lake was waiting impatiently.

Frank Longbottom would never return to walk the land.

“Maybe the line won't end after all,” says Great Uncle Algie. He is still watching her, thoughtful.

“Neville’s book is ruined,” says Killian.

“It’s fine,” says Neville. “It’s...It’s just a book.”

There is no such thing as just a book.

Great Uncle Algie stops telling stories about mistaking his own Great Nephew for a squib. He has other stories, stories about foreign lands teeming with strange plants and wildlife and foreign wizards with their substandard spells.

He had served against Grindelwald, had chased him all over the world. Except he didn’t call him Grindelwald, he called him Dumbledore’s Folly, and shook his head in disgust.

Grandpa Jeptha also has stories about the height of Grindelwald’s power, great spells powered from the weight of despair, a patronus so powerful that it lasted past the owner's death, dragged their entire squad through a cursed forest just to dig an unmarked grave for its young master.

Great Aunt Enid served too, and she has a single picture of a room piled high with wands, neatly stacked in rows. She does not speak of it.

At first Grandpa Jeptha coughs, and then a week later he coughs up blood. It happens sometimes, especially to Families as pure as the Longbottoms. They call it Cruor Aqua, and it is a mark of pride. The blood called to the water, and the water called back.

The family Witnesses Grandpa Jeptha’s death. Blood to water, river to earth. Blessings on ash, blessings on birch.

The Longbottoms escort Grandpa Jeptha’s ashes from one side of their valley to the other. The urn floats above the river, suspended by the weight of thousands of years. Grandmother Augusta is singing, strange and piercing. Her words echo in the wrong places. Neville carries a plant, and whispers to it. It is a saltwater plant, Killian notices. He was careful to pick a plant that would benefit from his tears.

Great Uncle Algie and Great Aunt Enid are both silent in their grief.

Killian keeps walking. The river is pulsing to the beat of her headache. All of her tears are for herself in the dark, how can she have any to spare for a man like Grandpa Jeptha?

That night, there is a very small knock on her bedroom door.

“Come in, Nev,” says Killian. “The door’s not locked.” She’d been in the middle of trying to brush out her hair, the same dirty blonde that Alice’s used to be before the Cruciatus turned her hair white. It was long now, almost to her waist.

The door creaked open, and she flinched.

“Keeley...” said Neville. He was nine years old, and wore lumpy pajamas that had seen better days. The last male heir, in such a state. It was a good thing that Grandmother Augusta had been burning pureblood event notices for years. Callidora found watching the bonfire to be soothing for her delicate nerves.

He went and sat down next to her.

“Can I hug you?”

Killian nodded.

Neville wasn’t very good at hugging, probably because he had no one to practice on and little experience with it himself. Her fault, that. She collapsed against him anyway, tripping over her own tongue to try to get the words out.

“I didn’t even like him, he was always going on about how our father was betraying his duty by being crazy, he’s rude to Somney, he says terrible things to you that aren’t true, he once told me that he’d need to arrange a marriage for me because blood was the only thing going for me--” Killian cut herself off, breath hitching in her throat. “Every year he’d give me a piece of jewelry from a different part of the world, and tell me about the most beautiful thing he’d seen there.” They were her most prized possessions.

The first one had been a butterfly pin, made of silver filigree and citrine. It flapped its wings when placed in her hair, and sometimes flew around the room when it wasn’t perched in her jewelry box.

Last year Grandmother Augusta had given her all of Alice’s jewelry, packed away in a carved onyx trunk. She still hadn’t opened it.

Killian was getting her tears and snot all over Neville’s pajama top. How embarrassing.

“He used to sneak me chocolate frogs,” said Neville suddenly. “He said that... dad used to collect the cards.”

He was crying too, Killian realized. She hadn’t noticed.

Neville continued. “Grandmother said that... if I don’t become Lord, then the Longbottom family will end. I don’t understand, Keeley. You’re here, aren’t you? Keeley, are you going to go away?” His voice cracked at the end of the sentence. “Keeley, please don’t go.”

Killian’s breath stuttered in her lungs.

“Nev,” she said, raising her eyes to meet his. They were a muddy blue grey, the same as her own. “Nev. I’m not very good at keeping promises, you know. Remember that time when you asked me to keep an eye on your stuff and then I forgot and wandered off into a bookstore?” Neville had never been able to find his lost belongings.

“You remember promises,” said Neville. “You just do things anyway.”

“You know me too well, little brother,” said Killian, trying to make the words closer to a joke and less a gaping wound.

“Keeley...” said Neville. He hugged her closer for a second, then let go as she tensed up. “I’m only six minutes younger than you,” he sighed.

Killian reached over to her bedside table and pulled out a book titled Herb Gathering in the Foglight Forest, an Accounting of Grave and Treacherous Encounters. She liked stories about adventures, and Neville liked plants, so it was worth spending days looking for another copy after its previous dip in the Blackpool. They spent the rest of the night pouring over its pages, and saying nothing of anything as they traced their finger over beautifully sketched flowers and faded ink.

“I love you, you know,” Killian said at the end of the night. Killian was not a very communicative person, and couldn’t remember ever telling him before. Couldn’t remember anyone telling him that before, actually. So it was important.

The next year, Grandmother Augusta deemed it time for the twins to learn how to dance. It was strange, really. Grandmother Augusta never seemed to mind what Killian and Neville did, most of the time. Or perhaps that was her social blinders, hard at work like always. She could ask Neville, if Grandmother Augusta minded after all. Killian shook her head. She didn’t want to know. She instead focused on what they were not stopped from doing. They could visit any of the Longbottom properties-- at least, the few that Frank did not have to give access to-- they could read any book in the library that they could reach, they could take care of the gardens that covered acres, full of strange plants that grew wild. Somney was a traditional house elf, and did not tend the grounds.

It was quite a lot, when listed out like that. Or not much at all, from the perspective of learning how to talk to people their own age.

How old was she, really?

Killian had known how to waltz, before. She had learned in four inch heels and a dress that swept the floor, and she had loved it like she loved books, which is to say, quite a lot. She smiled when she danced, so wide and bright that Grandmother Augusta dropped her wand in shock, and Neville fainted and had to be revived.

Neville was not quite so graceful on his first attempt, nor on his twentieth.

The Genealogy lectures had always been there, but they grew more frequent, and more intense. Neville, who had issues with rote memorization, and Killian, who was both face blind and unable to do rote memorization, did the best that they could, which was terrible indeed.

They were ten years old, and neither of the twins had shown any overt signs of magic. Grandmother Augusta did not take this well. She would set of loud noises, in hopes that magic would flare in startlement. She turned Neville’s favorite plant into a spider. For a week, all the books in the library were bound shut.

She did an excellent job of triggering Killian and Neville’s latent PTSD, if not their magic.

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james potter · former gryffindor · open

AGE: 18 years old BLOOD STATUS: pure-blood OCCUPATION: up to player FACECLAIM: Riz Ahmed

traits

POSITIVE: fearless, appreciate, spontaneous NEGATIVE: reckless, impetuous, uncooperative

biography

up to player

connections

LILY EVANS: Lily started off as a spare set piece in the neverending adventure that James’s life has always been. She was there to lecture and scold, and to give sage advice. It wasn’t until recently, really, that his schoolboy crush turned into something deeper. James never thought that there could be anything in his life that mattered more to him than his three best mates in the world. He was wrong. THE MARAUDERS: Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot. There are only a small handful of people that James trusts with his heart, and an even smaller few out of those that he trusts with his life. These are his chosen few, his confidants and his most treasured gifts in life. In these dark times, he’s relieved to have the privilege of light in the form of these three. RITA SKEETER: Under no circumstances would James consider himself to be “close” with Rita Skeeter, but ask her and she’ll spin a different story. It’s what she’s good at, he knows that, but he hates not having control over what she might tell people about him and, worse yet, what those people might believe. Long story short, the girl gets under his skin. FRANK LONGBOTTOM: Frank is something of a mentor to James. He looks up to the older boy and strives to be more like him. Frank is steadfast where James is fickle, and he’s level-headed and sure where James is constantly questioning himself. He’s glad to have something to work towards being, and he’s even more glad to have found that in such a kind soul as Frank.