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btsbabe7 · 7 months ago

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A/N: a spontaneous semi-spicy drop of a draft that’s been sitting since April 1st, and now that I just watched Challengers and it’s pretty much on brand with this, that’s the mood I’m in. I also didn’t edit this, but I will post it anyways. 🙃

Words: ~2k, (Mature, 18+)

Pairing: Sebastian x Ominis x reader

Natty and Poppy teamed up to put together a small get-together with certain members of your class; however, words and owls got around, and a party of ten had turned into fifty. Overwhelmed, but determined to make the best of the situation, Natty and Poppy were able to get things under control, from snacks to Butterbeer and entertainment, it turned into a literal house party.

You find yourself sandwiched between the two boys you’d managed to get close to over the past few years, Sebastian and Ominis, both surprisingly enjoying themselves, thanks to your presence.

“Wanna try this jelly bean I made?” Garreth exclaims, scaring you from behind while nudging your arm. He stretches his arm between you and Ominis, out towards the light, where a single jelly bean is hoisted between his fingertips.

“Not tonight, Weasley,” you giggle and shrug his arm away. “I’m not in the mood to have smoke coming from my nostrils or other extremities again.”

“Suite yourself,” he replies with a shrug before trailing off to find another potential victim.

You watch Garreth walk over to another girl, one you know to be from Gryffindor, whose name is completely unknown to you. You watch her giggle as he holds his hand out and offers her a tiny red bean. The one he’d offered you had been yellow, for Hufflepuff. Her polish red nails pinch into his palm as she grabs the bean and pulls it between her lips with a teasing smile.

You see Garreth grin softly, but he turns his attention away quickly, right back to you in fact.

“He fancies you,” Sebastian states as if he’s already right and knows it all. “You have him wrapped around your finger.”

“As if you’d know, Seb. It’s not like you’re consulting with a Gryffindor.”

You hear Ominis’ snort, clearing getting a kick out of it too. You watch Sebastian’s cheeks grow ruby red in annoyance.

“I’m just saying, it’s pretty obvious. Offering you yellow jellybeans as if the rest of us don’t realize what he’s doing. As if we don’t see how he acts around you in The Great Hall, in class... Always showering you with gifts…”

“Well… I do love Garreth’s gifts,” you hum in amusement now that you’re on the subject. “Jellybeans aside, he did have his owl deliver a beautiful bouquet of daises and roses about a week ago.”

“H-he sent you flowers?”

You can hear the disappointment in Seb’s voice. Because why hadn’t he thought to send you flowers? Is the tone that laces his voice and gains a pat on the shoulder from Ominis.

“Even as a Slytherin, this conversation is becoming awfully dreadful. Care for a dance, Y/n?”

“Yeah, let’s dance!”

Ominis smiles deeply and stands to his feet to reach out for your hand. Sebastian tries to slap it away, but you take it before he can.

“Sorry, Seb,” you whisper mockingly.

You and Ominis find a spot in the corner of the room, away from the prying eyes of Sebastian or Garreth, a spot where they’d have to look if they wanted to find you.

“Sebastian‘s right, you know?”

“Oh, not you too, Omi… Garreth and I, were friends.”

“Friends fall in love. We all know that’s not quite uncommon here,” Ominis states, knowing he’s right and that any protest is just an excuse from you at this point. He wraps his arms around your waist tightly, which makes you smile into his shoulder.

“Friends can fall in love, but that doesn’t mean I’ll fall for Garreth. No matter how cute and sweet he is.”

“You find him ‘cute?’”

“Omi!” You giggle loudly and smack his shoulder playfully before falling silent and twirling around with him. It had to be Poppy’s idea to throw a slow song into the mix. “I think Garreth is adorable, admirable even, but he’s not Seb… He’s not you. And I see how miserable Seb is when Garreth is around.”

Ominis smiles, a very telling smile, and you nuzzle against the crook of his neck.

“We can’t invite him. He wouldn’t understand.”

“He may be a Gryffindor; however, that doesn’t make him stupid… or less understanding. The point is freedom from understanding. It’s for fun.”

You know this, but you don’t press further. Omi always wins in the end anyways and if you press it, you’ll find yourself more than sandwiched between your three favorite boys.

He sways you around the livingroom, one hand at the small of your back and the other placed firmly against your mid-back, and your fingers find comfort in the thickness of the sandy blonde hair that sits at the nape of his neck.

“Do you still think about it?”

Your whisper is so low, you almost hoped he hadn’t heard it. You wish you didn’t still feel the electricity coursing through your chest when he touches you, when he’s near. You try to cool it when Sebastian is around, but most of the time it feels as if you’re fighting your own being to keep the peace between friends.

“Well, you certainly made it memorable,” he replies softly and leans his head on your hair like he had the very first time the two of you danced together.

You find yourself pulling back ever so slightly until his gaze meets yours. You find yourself fluttering again, lost in the beauty of his pearlescent eyes, his tiny sprinkled moles, and the soft look of his pink lips.

“Omi…”

His hand pulls your chin upward and he stops mid-turn, your back against the wall and his to the party, concealing you as his your lips find each other’s. You can’t remember the last time you had Ominis’ lips, and his alone, without Sebastian needing you at the same time. It takes your breath away just as it did years ago.

A soft cough breaks your kiss and you and Ominis pull away with reddened cheeks.

“Am I interrupting something?” Poppy laughs sarcastically. “I mean of course I’m not, my best friend would’ve told me if she were dating a Slytherin, or you know, dating in general?”

“Poppy, it’s…”

“Exactly what it looks like,” Ominis breathes. “I asked Y/n to keep it between us. After all, Sebastian has feelings for her too.”

“Ominis…”

“Sebastian has feelings for you? And you’re okay with kissing his best friend in the same room?”

You sigh, rubbing your temples as if everything will soon come apart at the seams. You’d expect this reaction, this level of immaturity from Sebastian, not Ominis. Why would he admit that after you’ve all been hiding it so well?

“He may have feelings, but I’m… I’m in love.”

You choke, dropping your arms from Ominis’ neck in disbelief. If he were in love with you, there would be signs. There were signs, but why would he admit it here?

Poppy notices your distress and pulls you by the hand.

“Gonna borrow her for a moment,” she calls, pulling you further away from the sad looking boy. She pulls you into a room, banishing everyone out before slamming the door behind you both. “Y/n, are you… insane? I mean of course you aren’t, you’re the smartest person I’ve ever known, yet you deliberately got involved with not one, but two Slytherin boys. Nat and I told you to be careful since day one!”

“I know,” you breathe and kick your shoes off before bringing your knees up to your chest on the bottom of her bed. “But it’s Seb and Omi, they’re harmless.”

“Harmless?” She scoffs. “That man just said he betrayed his friend, who has a crush on you. I mean you two were snogging! As if it’s completely normal. The way he said he loved you as if he meant it, as if he’s been completely enraptured by you. How did this even happen?”

“We… spent time together. We’ve been friends for years now.”

Poppy places a hand on her hips, believing only a small portion of what you’re admitting. She takes a deep breath and settles on the bed next to you.

“What’s really going on between you and Ominis, Y/n?”

You deflect from her prying eyes, all your steady thoughts and chaotic ones overlapping and tangling with each other in your mind as you do. You can’t tell a lie without part of the truth. And if you tell the truth, you can’t lie. Not to her.

“Poppy… Ominis and I have been seeing each other.”

“Seeing each other?”

“S-sleeping together,” you mutter softly. Your hands go cold and the coldness travels up your shoulders and washes down your body, all the way to your toes under your striped lime and cherry blossom knitted socks Ominis gifted you with last Christmas.

“Sleeping together? Like in his dorm?”

“No,” you sigh. “Like sleeping together… sex.”

All color in her cheeks flush and she shoots off the bed like a rocket.

“You’re sleeping with Ominis!?”

You can’t bring yourself to repeat it. It’s not like you’re embarrassed, you just knew your girl best friends would react this way. Garreth would react this way or say he somehow already knew. But Sebastian’s always the one you’ve been scared of hurting.

You nod.

“And Sebastian?” She dares to ask with widened eyes.

“I… we... I don’t know Poppy. He and I, we’ve done it once. Two Christmas’ ago when he took me to meet his family in Feldcroft. I told Ominis about Sebastian, but I can’t tell Sebastian about Ominis. It’s happened too many times with him, Sebastian would never forgive us,” you cry.

“Y/n… I, for once don’t know what to say.”

“There’s not much you can say,” Sebastian groans, coming from the connected bathroom with a scowl.

“Why’re you in here!?” Poppy yelps.

“Other restrooms were taken. But that’s beside the point, Y/n, you betrayed me? You and Ominis went behind my back? Didn’t think to tell me, to just let me know? I had my suspicions, but I… I didn’t want to believe that my two best friends would go behind my back.”

“Seb, it’s not like that. It’s—“

“It’s what? You’re in love with him, aren’t you? That’s the only reason you wouldn’t tell me? You couldn’t bear hurting my feelings, so you just hid your own?”

You climb off the bed and walk over to him, tears still in your eyes as Poppy steps out the room to give you two privacy.

“Sebastian, I love you both, truly. But what I feel with Ominis…”

“You don’t feel with me?”

“Seb, what I feel for Ominis, I can’t keep hiding. But I love you too. Since our first night together, I’ve always felt something.”

Sebastian’s features fall as if everything in his life has come to a halt and has never been in his favor. You know this was never fair to him since the beginning, since his interest had been you, but yours had been in his best friend.

“I should’ve known, I tried to ignore the signs,” he sighs and falters a bit.

You reach out for him, wrapping your arms around him as he sobs into the crook of your neck. You want to say words, but they would change nothing. If anything, it’d probably make matters worse for the three of you. You don’t know what admitting your feelings will do to your friendship, but you can’t afford to lose either of them, not after having them this long.

Sebastian trembles softly in your arms as you rub his back.

“I don’t want things to end this way,” he mutters against your wet skin.

“Nothing has to end,” you reply and pull back to look at him through tear blurred eyes. “We don’t have to end anything.”

“But if you’re in love with him, it won’t ever be the same.”

“Sebastian… please.”

He shakes his head as it begins to settle in. As it does, Ominis steps into the room. You hear the lock snap shut and a soft sigh from Sebastian’s lips.

When you glance down at Sebastian, the smirk of his lips is what makes you uneasy. You’ve seen this smirk before, back in the living room of his uncle’s house in Feldcroft.

“Seb—“

You’re cut off by his lips pressing hungrily into yours. His palm massages into your curls and the other into the flesh of your ass under your short dress.

You moan softly, almost forgetting about Ominis who stands sheepishly near the door.

“Care to join?” Sebastian mutters into your neck before licking a stripe up the length.

“Perhaps somewhere more private.”

Sebastian chuckles, ready to take you anywhere as long as he can have you right now in this moment. He kisses you deeply, his own moaning sending vibrations throughout your lips and straight to your core. He’s inching closer to Ominis with each twist of his tongue, and once you’re close enough, you grip his shirt at the shoulder and apparate to the one place where you know you’ll have all the privacy in the world.

Your Room of Requirement.

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ilovecatfr · 12 days ago

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Hogwarts shifting motivation

Common rooms Motivation

Genuinely informative~ even teachers need permission to get into the common room (unless they are the head of the house)

Slytherin

Slytherin common rooms are a good place for curious aquatic animals& creatures

{Example: mermaids coming to tap on class}

Imagine the afternoon light that gonna come through the water and how it gonna look

It the biggest common room

Being closest to potions class

There’s a hidden window that looks out into the depths of the Black Lake, allowing students to watch Grindylows and the Giant Squid pass by. Sometimes, an eerie glow from underwater plants illuminates the room at night.

The Serpent’s Whisper: If you listen carefully near the fireplace, you can hear a hissing sound—a remnant of an old Parseltongue spell cast by Salazar Slytherin himself. Some say it whispers advice to ambitious students

THE AESTHETIC OF IT/ DETAILS FOR IMAGINATION

Elegant and mysterious, with emerald-green lamps casting an eerie, calming glow. The room has a cold, sleek beauty, with high-backed leather chairs, silver accents, and tapestries depicting famous Slytherins and legendary beasts.

Furnishings: Green velvet armchairs and polished silver tables are arranged around a central fireplace carved with serpentine details. There are also large glass cases displaying rare magical objects collected by past Slytherin alumni.

Motivational Vibe: The Slytherin common room feels like a home for the ambitious and resourceful. It inspires cleverness, self-confidence, and power—a place for those unafraid to stand out and make their mark.

Hufflepuff

That common room is closest to kitchen so sneaking in to get snacks

hufflepuffs are known for having good weed (shifters confirmed)

When someone tries to enter the common room and press a wrong barrier they get covered in vinegar / to get in you need to tap barrier in rhythm of "Helga Hufflepuff"

A rumor has it that when a room is quiet enough you can hear humming~ a spell Helga Hufflepuff casted centuries ago to bring calmness to her house

THE AESTHETIC OF IT/ DETAILS FOR IMAGINATION

Warm and earthy, with lots of natural light filtering in through circular windows that open up to the Hogwarts grounds. It has a cottage-like charm, filled with lush plants, earthy tones, and the smell of freshly baked bread.

Furnishings: Soft, overstuffed sofas and cushions are scattered around. The tables are made from reclaimed wood, polished to a warm honey glow. Herbology books and gardening tools are kept on hand for anyone interested in plant care.

Motivational Vibe: The Hufflepuff common room is all about kindness, resilience, and loyalty. It’s perfect if you’re looking for a family-like environment where everyone supports each other. You’ll feel nurtured, grounded, and at peace.

Gryffindor

Imagine the fat lady’s joke every time before you enter and even riddles occasionally

Being Dumbledore favourite lmao

The secret door to Astronomy Tower~ There’s a narrow stairwell hidden behind a tapestry of Godric Gryffindor that leads up to the Astronomy Tower. It’s a favorite spot for stargazing on clear nights.

If you press the right spot on lions statue, a roar will fill the common room. Usually used before Quidditch matches and wins.

THE AESTHETIC OF IT/ DETAILS FOR IMAGINATION

Warm, cozy, and golden. Rich, ruby-red carpets cover the stone floors, and tapestries of legendary Gryffindors and courageous battles adorn the walls. A crackling fireplace is almost always lit, making it feel like a comforting, eternal hearth

Furnishings: Armchairs with plush cushions, covered in deep scarlet, are arranged in small clusters, perfect for gathering with friends. A large, golden lion statue stands near the entrance as a symbol of Gryffindor bravery.

Motivational Vibe: Gryffindor common room feels like a constant cheerleader, pushing you to be brave, adventurous, and loyal. It’s filled with energy, perfect for anyone who loves challenges and dreams of leaving a legacy.

Revenclaw

Imagine it being late at night and you are watching the celling as it has the same effects as great hall celling

Imagine seeing owls flying outside your window

Every window view being absolutely beautiful

If you recite a specific incantation, a spiral staircase appears near the bookshelf, leading to a hidden observatory. It’s the best spot in Hogwarts to view meteor showers or auroras. They call it the staircase of stars.

Rumor has it that a spellbook hidden centuries ago is still somewhere within the common room’s library shelves. Legend says only the wisest Ravenclaw can uncover its secrets.

THE AESTHETIC OF IT/ DETAILS FOR IMAGINATION

Elegant and airy, with tall, arched windows that give a panoramic view of the mountains and lake. The room is decorated in hues of silver, blue, and soft ivory, with a ceiling enchanted to resemble the night sky.

Furnishings: Sleek, polished wood tables for studying, with quills and inkpots always available. Softly glowing blue and white lamps cast an ethereal light over the room, making it feel like a dreamy nightscape.

Motivational Vibe: Ravenclaw common room is a heaven for those who love to think, dream, and explore the mysteries of magic. It’s an inspiring environment for those who strive for wisdom, originality, and creativity.

{these are from my dr and from I found online- so it may not be canon but feel free to script}

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mightbeimpossiblenotto · 1 month ago

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Jewel - Oct 11 - @rosekillermicrofic - 928 words - Warnings: none

It started sometime in October, when Barty wore a random sweater that Evan had never seen before. It was a lovely amber brown color, and it brought out the light brown tones in Barty’s hazel eyes beautifully. Evan couldn’t pay attention all through charms, his eyes kept finding the soft-looking sweater pulling around Barty’s shoulders.

Then, on the next Hogsmeade trip, Barty wore a brand new cloak. As he was putting it on, Barty explained that his mother had bought it for him as an extra gift after his father had forgotten his birthday for the fifth or sixth time. It was a beautiful, deep, sapphire blue, and it complimented Barty’s pale skin and dark hair wonderfully. Evan couldn’t take his eyes off of him for the entire trip to Hogsmeade.

The following week, Barty showed up to potions with a new set of dragon-hide gloves. These were one of his original birthday gifts from his mother, he explained, but Evan couldn’t focus on anything other than the turquoise leather perfectly outlining the lines of Barty’s fingers and hand. He ended up making Barty partner with Regulus, and attached himself to Dorcas, who sent him knowing looks while they brewed their potion.

At a Gryffindor party a few weeks later, Evan lost Barty for an hour or so. At these parties, they typically stuck by one another, since they were surrounded by a sea of garish red and gold, and Dorcas and Regulus made quick work of abandoning them for one of the Gryffindors (Regulus for James, Dorcas for Marlene). Pandora never came to the big parties, preferring to hang out in her common room with the other Revenclaws, having a quiet night in.

Barty finally showed up after an hour and a half, strolling down the stairs from the girls’ dorms in the Gryffindor common room, and Evan did a double take. Barty was wearing ruby red lipstick. Marlene and Dorcas were following him down the stairs, and Marlene was wearing the same shade of red lipstick, Dorcas sent Evan a wink. He was going to fucking kill them.

Barty made his way over to Evan. “What to do you think?” He asked, smacking together his ruby lips.

Evan had to will his mind not to go woefully blank so that he could come up with some kind of answer. “Very… red,” was what he finally said, and he could have hit himself in the head for the stupidity of his response.

“Yeah, that’s the shade,” Barty laughed awkwardly. “Do you like it?”

Did Evan like it? He more than bloody liked it. He wanted to see red marks all over himself, perfect little prints of Barty’s lips pressed all over his skin. But he didn’t say any of that. “Yeah, I like it. Brings out your eyes.”

Barty gave him a dazzling smile, settling on to the loveseat next to Evan. “Thanks, Rosie.”

Evan’s issue seeing Barty in certain colors continued well into the winter. Every new shade brought out something else about Barty that Evan couldn’t possibly ignore, and he was starting to be driven completely crazy. It felt as if Barty was specifically teasing him, except he couldn’t possibly know about Evan’s feelings for him (could he?).

The Yule Ball was scheduled for the last day of December before winter holidays, and Regulus and Pandora had goaded their whole friend group into attending. It was simple enough for Dorcas and Regulus, who already had dates in the form of their significant others. Barty and Evan had decided to go stag together, which Evan was simultaneously grateful for (he had negative interest in any of the girls attending Hogwarts) and horrified about (a whole night attached to Barty???).

Evan’s dress robes were brand new, bought for him by his parents with the Yule Ball in mind. He didn’t have a say in picking them out, though, and they were a dusky, boring charcoal grey. After he put them on, he looked down at himself morosely, and was grateful that he didn’t have someone he was trying to impress.

And then Barty left the bathroom, which he had commandeered to get himself ready. He was wearing dress robes in the most beautiful shade of emerald green. Evan’s mouth actually dropped open a little at the sight of him. He saw Barty in Slytherin green all the time, which was close to emerald, but more of a flat shade than the gorgeous jewel tone. The deep emerald was stunning against Barty’s pale skin and dark hair, the gold accents bringing out shades of gold in Barty’s eyes.

“How do I look?” Barty asked, and he was chewing his lip nervously.

Evan swallowed. “Barty, you look…” He couldn’t finish the sentence, which only made Barty more anxious.

“…What? Is it too much? I told mum it was too gaudy,” Barty fussed, going to turn back into the bathroom, presumably to change, but Evan reached out to grasp his wrist to stop him.

“No, Barty, you look breathtaking,” Evan breathed, and Barty turned back around with wide eyes. Evan couldn’t keep his bloody eyes away from Barty’s mouth — and he noticed a red tint. Barty was wearing a little of that fucking lipstick—

He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He surged forward, hands coming up to cup Barty’s face and pull it to his own for a searing kiss. Barty responded enthusiastically, moaning loudly and hands coming up to play with the buttons of Evan’s robes. They didn’t end up going to the Yule Ball after all.

#barty crouch jr #evan rosier #evan x barty #rosekiller #marauders #rosekiller microfic #barty crouch x evan rosier #microfic #microfic prompt #maurauders microfic

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hollowed-theory-hall · 7 months ago

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Gryffindor's Sword

This isn't really a theory for the books, but this really bothered me, so it's more like a little rant, I guess.

See, I love historical weapons (and historical fashion, but that's not what we're talking about now), and I hate the design of Godric Gryffindor's sword in the movies. And I want to rant a little about what Gryffindor's sword would actually look like if anyone bothered to do a quick Google search.

This ornate little thing:

Is not a sword, it's a toothpick. No way would a self-respecting English wizard-warrior of the 11th century use something that looks anything like that. Not only does the blade look pathetic, this sword isn't remotely functional. Here is a summary of some of my complaints about the design (without talking about historical accuracy):

This thing is tiny. Swords shouldn't be this dainty, they need to have some weight behind them so blows would actually do damage. This so-called "sword" is barely better than fighting with a knitting needle.

The hilt is too ornate, it looks purely ceremonial and not functional. Battle-made swords would usually be simpler. All the ornate details on the hilt make it so it'll be incredibly uncomfortable to hold in your hand, which is the last thing you want in a fight.

Additionally, the all-metal hilt would have a very weak grip with little to no friction. It means that in the middle of a duel, you could find the sword slipping out of your hand if your opponent strikes it hard enough.

The blade profile is atrocious. The edge should thin out gradually to improve the cutting, here we see the edge just, thins out really quickly at the end, without gradual tempering. Even kitchen knives have this gradual thinning. But not this sword, I guess no one needed to cut with it.

And it won't be good for stabbing either, as the point is barely pointy (even in other photos). And even if we assume it's pointy, a blade designed for trusting would be thinner at the point than this one (on all planes). That said, thrusting swords in this period would still be better at cutting than the above atrocity.

This sword lacks a fuller (the sort of cave-in in the middle of the blade). The fuller helps reduce weight and strengthen the rigidity of a sword. Magic can help with both these issues, but, the lack of fuller is a mark of a poorly designed sword.

Well-made swords would usually have what's called a "distal taper", which is that the blade gradually thins on the horizontal plane to reduce weight at the point. This is good for balance and stabbing. This is an example of a distal taper on a knife:

The design from the movies does not have a distal taper and I can guarantee no goblin would look at the abomination the movies called a sword and think it's remotely passable.

So, if we want to talk about what Godric Gryffindor's sword would actually look like?

It'll be something like this:

(11th-century Viking Sword, got popularised in Britain by the Viking invasions)

Or this:

(11th-century Anglo-Saxon Broadsword, existed in Britain since the 5th century in slightly different designs. Yes it is very similar to a Viking sword, it was a common design at the time)

Or even an arming sword that rose in popularity around the mid-11th-century:

(Early 11th century English Arming Sword)

As an 11th-century English wizard, Godric could've had either of the three.

As for the design described in the book and how it could work with this kind of blade:

A gleaming silver sword had appeared inside the hat, its hilt glittering with rubies the size of eggs.

(CoS, 295)

For the metal, there are two possibilities here:

Harry doesn't know much about swords or metals, I think he could mistake polished steel for silver. Silver is way weaker than steel and depending on forging, another steel sword could cut through it. Pure silver would also not hold its form as much as steel, so a sword design like that of older bronze swords (another softer metal) could be better for it than what was typical for steel swords in the 11th century. Even if the silver is hardened to keep it in shape (which can be done) it would become brittle and break easily. Basically, regular silver is a really bad metal for these kinds of swords, especially if your opponents wield steel. Which brings me to the second option...

The other possibility is that Goblin-forged silver is just magically very strong so it won't break under pressure (like regular hardened silver). Steel swords solve the issue by having some yield to bend instead of snapping, if goblin silver is just magically strong enough that the sword won't snap or the sword is enchanted unbreakable, this would work too.

As for the egg-sized rubies, well, maybe the size of fish eggs? I honestly don't know what JKR was on about here... The sword could have one egg-sized ruby on the pommel (the metal piece at the end of the hilt), but that's it.

If I were to get more specific with the design, I did like that the movies wrote Godric's name on the sword, which is very much possible with a more historically accurate functional sword. Like these Viking/Anglo-Saxon swords from the early 10th century with gold and silver inlay on the blade and hilt (The sword is damaged but it's real):

So his name and maybe some other patterns could be written on the sword in silver and gold, which would look really cool, in my opinion.

Also, you could get even decorative on the pommel and crossguard while keeping it functional, including the addition of more precious metals like silver beyond just inlaying it.

Like this replica of 10th-century bronze Viking sword hilt:

Ceremonial swords (not meant for battle) could get even more ornate on the hilt. Like the Essen Sword gifted in 993 A.D that actually has precious stones decorating its pommel and crossguard:

My vision for Gryffindor's sword

Steel blade or magical goblin-forged silver (doesn't really matter) that is shaped like the blades above. Personally, I'm leaning towards an arming sword design, with blade inlays of silver and gold that write the name Gryffindor along with some other magical imagery of lions or dragons.

The hilt would be made of silver (or covered in silver) and have one large ruby on the pommel and/or multiple rubies like in the sword pictured above along with gold inlays. I also imagine the crossguard ending with little lion heads, kinda like the little dragons on this crossguard (The date on this sword is debated to be anywhere between the 8th century to the 13th century, but they could create hilts like this in the 11th century):

The hilt would have a wrap of leather so there would be a better grip for fighting. No way is Gryffindor carrying a ceremonial sword that he can't use. I think said leather should be painted red.

#harry potter #hp #harry potter thoughts #hp thoughts #rant #i guess #hollowedheadcanon #godric gryffindor #gryffindor's sword #hp films #hp headcanon

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siriuslynettey · 11 days ago

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Two Boys, One Scarf

Remus, Sirius, James, Peter, and Lily sat outside while large fluffy snowflakes fell from the sky. Professor Mosswood, their herbology teacher had finished his lesson early and thought it would be a great idea for the kids to get some fresh air for the rest of the class period. The only problem was the freezing cold weather conditions.

“Of course that asshole made us sit out here while he went to the warmth of the indoors.” James remarked, rubbing his gloved hands together and rocking back and forth. He had already given Lily, who was sitting next to him, his jacket.

“Get up and move around Prongs! You have to get your blood flowing!!” Sirius exclaimed as he spun around, periodically making snowballs and throwing them at unsuspecting victims.

“I would if I could feel my fucking toes.” James grumbled back.

Remus stood next to the bench that James, Lily, and Peter sat on, chuckling at Sirius and James’ exchange.

“Remus, what time is it?” Lily asked, also rubbing her hands together.

“Nine forty-five.” Remus replied, being the only friend who always wore a watch, he was always the designated time keeper.

“Ugh, we still have fifteen minutes and my nose is so cold.” Lily cried, her ruby red nose corroborating her statement.

“Like I said, we have to get the blood pumping,” Sirius said, throwing one last snowball in the air. “I’m going on a walk, who's coming with?”

Remus walked towards Sirius, not even giving a verbal reply. Both him and Sirius knew he was coming no matter what. James and Lily both shook their heads, almost as fast as their bodies were shaking.

“Peter?” Sirius asked.

“Too cold.” Peter simply replied.

Sirius and Remus walked through the exterior hallways. Both walking in comfortable silence, watching the snow fall from the sky.

“Don’t tell any of the others, but I’m fucking feezing” Sirius blurted out, causing Remus to burst out into laughter.

“I figured, making snowballs with your bare hands probably didn’t help.” They both stopped and huddled in a corner of the walkway. The small space caused them to be in close proximity, Remus slightly towered over Sirius. “So much for ‘not needing’ your scarf and gloves.” Before they had walked outside, Sirius had assured the others he wouldn’t be needing his winter garments, Remus however, was covered head to toe with his thick wool coat and Gryffindor scarf and gloves.

“Here.” Remus unraveled his scarf and placed it on Sirius, hoping to warm him up a little.

“And now you don’t have one.” Sirius scoffed. He unwrapped the long scarf and wrapped it around the both of their necks, causing their already close proximity to become closer.

They both laughed at the now ineffectiveness of the scarf, but neither of them said anything. Using his height difference to his advantage, Remus rested his head on Sirius', both of them continuing to watch the large snowflakes fall.

“My hands are going to fall off.” Sirius whispered, trying to trudge through the pain. “Here, feel.” He pulled back and placed his hands on Remus’ face

“Ugh, Pads!” Remus exclaimed, quickly pulling away from him. Their scarf falling to the ground and getting fully dusted in snow. “Nice job.” Remus chuckled and took off his gloves, throwing them at Sirius.

“Next time I promise I’ll bring gloves.” Sirius promised, now beginning to feel bad for Remus.

“Yeah, you better.” If it were anybody else, that statement would have been very passive aggressive, but for Sirius, he couldn’t help but laugh.

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Weasley's Tutoring Services

Garreth might be a potions prodigy, but he might not be the best tutor... Or, moments of Garreth tutoring over the years.

Credit to @garrethweasleyfest as this is my contribution to the event! My prompt was about Garreth tutoring, so I hope you all like the direction I went with this! With a bit of Garrelda :]

(Word Count: 4,180)

Links as well: Wattpad and Ao3

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Garreth was a simple young man: he was a carefree but responsible enough student that loved Potions. He was deemed a potions prodigy, after all. That might have been a self-appointed title, but it still rang true in his mind. He was also willing to help his friends out in any way, which led to him happily offering tutoring services to his best mate Leander.

They were in their second year working on an essay Sharp assigned them, and Garreth frowned at a part Leander wrote.

“No, that’s still not right.”

Leander sighed. “Garreth, what do you mean this time?”

“This is the Hair-Raising Potion! You don’t just…” He leaned in to read what Leander wrote. “‘Sprinkle in half a dozen’ rat tails!” He groaned and put his hands up to his hair. “We went over this! Always an odd number for hair, and always an even number for skin!”

“But, why?” Leander was starting to look fed up.

“That’s just how it works!” Garreth crossed his arms. “Why can’t you get this? It’s so simple!”

“I don’t think so!” Leander huffed and started to gather his things.

Garreth blinked, nonplussed. “What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving! You’re a terrible tutor!” In all of his twelve-year-old dignity, Leander stormed out of the Gryffindor common room.

Garreth winced at hearing the door of their dorm slam shut. He merely sighed and went back to writing. He didn’t understand why Leander couldn’t comprehend potions like he could, but maybe it was for the best of their friendship that he didn’t tutor him from now on.

The next time he tried, it was third year, and Sharp thought it best to have Garreth help Ominis out. They were partnered in writing about the Shrinking Solution, and Garreth was starting to understand how Ominis worked in spite of his blindness. It took time as he had to change the books to be Braille so he could read, and then he had to have a certain spell to enchant a quill to write what he wanted written. It was tedious, and Garreth managed to be fine with it for the most part.

Then Garreth noticed the quill missed to say “hairy” for the caterpillars. That detail was important! If it wasn’t a hairy caterpillar, the potion wouldn’t be effective. He wanted to chime in, but he thought about his disaster in helping Leander. He didn’t want to scorn the Slytherin, especially when he’s already doing enough for their homework.

He sighed and went back to his own essay. He made the Shrinking Solution before, so he had a good insight on writing in depth about the potion. Maybe if he got high enough marks, Sharp would be willing to let him experiment some more…

He checked on Ominis again and internally groaned at seeing he missed the detail of the wormwood having to be “well-shaken”. How did the book get it so wrong? It was obviously failing Ominis!

Garreth tried to stay patient, but then he let out a short breath at seeing there was hardly any mention of the color of the potion throughout the stages of the brewing.

The Slytherin apparently had enough and put his wand down. The quill ceased from writing more. He turned to Garreth, completely disgruntled.

“What?” Ominis impatiently asked.

“What’s what?”

“I can sense agitation exuding from your body that’s as potent as bubotuber pus.” He lifted a vexed blond eyebrow. “So what is it?”

Garreth believed Ominis truly wanted to know, so he cleared his throat. “Well, since you asked…” He tapped his quill onto the first paragraph. “You didn’t mention that the blood of the juiced Shrivelfigs are in fact ruby red.”

Ominis mulled that over. “It’s blood, doesn’t that mean it’s already red?”

Garreth hesitated. “Not exactly, no. ‘Blood’ of plants doesn’t require them to be red like a human’s blood.”

“Color is always harder for me to write anyway,” Ominis admitted. He turned away, but Garreth caught the dejected expression. He sighed and tapped his wand onto the quill and parchment. The quill started to fix the spot, and he asked, “Anything else?”

“Actually yes,” Garreth said while perking up. He leaned over to point higher up. “The caterpillars need to be written as hairy. Otherwise, it leaves the detail ambiguous. You can also add in why the hairs of a caterpillar are crucial, since it ensures the potion to boil in the first stage.”

Ominis nodded and started to have the quill edit accordingly.

“You also need to add in that the wormwood is well-shaken,” Garreth added, watching the quill carefully.

Ominis’s eyebrows furrowed just the slightest.

“Any other way of preparing wormwood would make the potion flat and become drab even in color. Oh, and when you heat the potion more and more, the colors of the potion drastically change. So it’s yellow, then turquoise…”

Ominis started to scowl, and Garreth winced.

“You know, I’ll just write it for you,” he insisted, taking Ominis’s paper and ignoring the enchanted quill. He waved his wand and cleared out the entire essay before starting to write it himself. “We can just charm it later to look like your handwriting.”

“I never thought you’d be pedantic, Weasley,” Ominis coolly mused, leaning his cheek against his fist.

“I am when it’s about potions,” he dismissively replied, intent on doing the essay right.

Safe to say after that, Ominis didn’t partner with Garreth again. While Ominis got an Outstanding, he stubbornly insisted that he wanted to do the work himself, even if that meant he’d get worse marks.

Garreth understood that, and he scratched the back of his head as he wondered if he did cross a line. Despite him wanting Ominis to do well, he probably shouldn’t have written Ominis’s essay for him…

Fourth year, Gryffindor welcomed a new student named Natsai Onai. One day, Garreth found her by the fireplace in the common room, working on their potions assignment.

“Oh, would you like some help?” Garreth offered.

She looked up at him with intrigue shining in her eyes. “Garreth, right?”

“That’s me.” He grinned. “I’m pretty much a potions prodigy.” He tilted his head at her parchment. He was already done with his, and he saw some similarities between what Natty already wrote and what he had. He leaned down to point at a section. “Actually, Golpalott’s Third Law—”

“Stop!” Leander shouted, making Natty and Garreth jump.

He was all the way across the common room with his hand outstretched. He quickly beelined to them, ignoring the other Gryffdinors giving him weird looks.

He huffed at them and crossed his arms. “Natty, you probably shouldn’t have Garreth help you with potions.”

“Rude,” Garreth tutted.

“No, he’s right, Garreth,” Nellie piped up from her favorite spot in the ceiling awnings above them. She gave him a sympathetic smile from her high place. “You’re not the best tutor.”

He frowned up at her. “Look, I know that I’ve been…passionate about it.”

“Pedantic,” Leander corrected.

“Nagging,” Nellie offered.

“I’ve gotten better, haven’t I?” He cried out with his hands on his hips.

“You almost made Lucan cry!” Nellie exclaimed.

He flushed with shame as he remembered helping the third year with his homework. He…might have raised his voice when the boy didn’t listen to him about why ingredients had to be a powder instead of diced for specific concoctions.

Natty looked at Garreth with contempt. “Why would you scorn the boy?”

“I didn’t mean to! He just wouldn’t listen!”

“Because you kept yelling at him,” Leander pointed out in a mutter.

Garreth glared at him. “You’re not helping.” He sighed and rubbed his forehead. “I’m…I don’t know, I just wish potions were easier for others to understand.”

“Maybe you just need to comprehend that while it comes easily to you, it doesn’t for others,” Natty reasoned. “In Uagadou, it would at first be hard for us to wandless magic. Some got it instantly while others needed more light shed on the concept. I was more of the latter until I received some help.”

Garreth hummed and put a hand to his chin. “How would you suggest I comprehend that, then?”

“It’s not always about the tutor talking to the learner,” Natty explained. “The tutor also needs to listen, converse. Understand what your peer is struggling with, and figure out the right approach.”

He tried to keep that in mind when he pointed out a detail on Leander’s homework a week later. His best mate eyed him warily, but Garreth managed to listen better about what Leander struggled on. While his pride in potions made him mildly irritated Leander still couldn’t grasp it, he still did his best to stay patient. In the end, Leander was pleased with the progress he made, and he thanked Garreth with a small smile.

Despite the improvement, Garreth’s reputation of the past led to more people kindly (or not so kindly) turning his tutoring services down throughout the year. He supposed that was fine; any extra time he has, he can spend it on experimenting and Quidditch. The former was fun as he is learning more and being more innovative. The latter was fun in creating camaraderie with his team and witty banter with other teams. He was delighted to see he managed to make Imelda unbelievably and even adorably flustered during one game.

A month into fifth year, Garreth was busy writing modifications on a new concoction in the library. Strewn around him were several alchemy and potions books, something akin to a nest.

Polite throat clearing made him look up, and he blinked in surprise to see Andrew Larson with two new faces in tow.

Garreth looked at the Hufflepuff girl and the Ravenclaw boy that seemed to have the same features and same colored hair and eyes. He finally recognized them when he saw the three-clawed scars on their faces. Of course, the Ilson twins! The new fifth-years, how could he forget?

“Cael, Estelle, I’m sure you remember Garreth,” Andrew said.

Estelle nodded and gave him a small wave. Cael merely looked at him with a disconcerted expression on his face. Garreth smiled and waved back all the same. Estelle was kind enough to do him some favors, in fact, and he had never forgotten that. Cael, well, he was aware how much of a rule stickler he was.

Andrew regarded Garreth with a curious raise of his eyebrows. “Would you be willing to help them out with the essay about the different uses of plants for potions?”

He tilted his head. “Why not you?”

He was aware Andrew matched his wits and they even went into thought-provoking conversations before about potions, Sebastian included sometimes too.

“I technically have a tutor,” Cael piped up. “Especially about Herbology.”

Estelle rolled her eyes with a smile. “Well, I was the one to ask about some extra help, and you insisted on coming along.”

He frowned at his sister. “If you think I’m leaving you unsupervised with an eligible young man—”

“Whoa,” Garreth protested, holding up his hands. “Your sister might be cute—”

He winced at his horrible choice of words as Cael instantly directed his frown and death glare at him.

“But I’m not interested in her in that way!” He was even betting a few Knuts that Estelle and Sebastian were going to be an item. Everyone could see their attraction was right there.

“To answer your question, Garreth,” Andrew added before Cael said something as scathing as his look directed at the Gryffindor, “I know you are the most knowledgeable of potions. If I were to recommend anyone to learn more, I would offer the best person for it.”

Garreth chuckled. “You know my record, though, Andrew.”

“No better way to improve than to keep at it.”

Estelle tilted her head. “Would you be willing to help me, Garreth?”

He grinned. “Of course! I am a potions prodigy, after all. There’s no point to having all this knowledge if I can’t share it.”

Cael crossed his arms as he watched Estelle start to sit across from Garreth and get her supplies out. “Are you sure—?”

“Cael,” she groaned, looking up at him with exasperation. “I’ll be fine. It’s just homework.”

He hesitated before accepting it. “Very well. I’ll be with Artemis about our own session.” He patted Estelle’s shoulder, and she smiled at the affection. “See you later.”

“See you,” she chirped. She looked at the other Ravenclaw. “Thank you again, Andrew.”

“Not a problem,” he replied before meeting Garreth’s eyes. He gave him a meaningful look that Garreth understood as don’t mess it up.

He replied with a nod, and he watched the two Ravenclaws leave them alone in the library. He turned to Estelle with a curious expression.

“Cael’s tutor is Artemis?”

Estelle hummed with affirmation while her russet brown eyes danced with amusement. “I thought she could help me with Herbology too, but I instantly saw how my brother looked at her.”

Garreth let out a small, astounded laugh. “I thought I saw something too!” He leaned forward with a grin. “Any chance you’d like to wager on when they’ll court?”

Estelle snorted. “I don’t think that’s a productive use of money, Garreth,” she playfully replied. Her eyes lit up as if she remembered something. “Oh, what is your fee, by the way, for tutoring?”

He waved it off with a smile. “Consider this as me returning the favor of getting me that Fwooper feather and stealing those Billywig stings for me.”

“I didn’t steal, I left the proper amount of money behind,” she mildly corrected.

“A goody-two-shoes, eh?” Garreth teased with an arched eyebrow.

Estelle nervously laughed and wrung her hands. “I, er, have never been one to really break rules before…”

Garreth caught her solemn tone and knew this was probably touching a more serious part about her past.

Garreth cleared his throat. “Let’s start with the Syrup of Hellebore,” he said to change the topic.

Estelle’s shoulders slumped and opened her own library book about such a potion ingredient. It didn’t take long for the two of them to get to work.

Garreth overviewed what she was writing, making sure she got all the right details. He had to be impressed that Estelle might be a new student and new to the Wizarding World, but she caught on quickly enough. She did mention enjoying the potions class, but this showed how much she did like this subject. Even so, she was still naive about some branches of alchemy.

“Powdered ingredients need to be added when the potion is brewing, and the liquids with high viscosity go in when the potion is simmering,” Garreth quietly corrected as he read her writing upside-down.

Estelle glanced at him and gave him an apologetic smile before working on fixing it. “I think that makes sense. In a way, it’s like cooking and baking.”

Garreth opened his mouth about to go into a long-winded discussion on how alchemy was not like culinary work. He considered if that was a good idea to shut down someone’s way to possibly understand a new subject to them by connecting it to something they know. Then he refrained from saying anything, only nodding a little.

Their little session was over, and the two of them started to pack up and close all of the books they used.

“I appreciate all the help, Garreth,” she added, giving him a sincere smile. “Thank you.”

He easily smiled back. “Of course you’re welcome, Estelle. If you have any questions or need any potion help, just let me know.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she happily said.

Estelle must have had connections or made a lot of friends because a few other students came to Garreth for help with potions. Garreth’s common haunts that year were now the potions classroom, his secret Honeydukes passage, and the library.

One day in the library, a particular peer took him by surprise.

Garreth stared up at Imelda, who was tightly holding onto the strap of her school bag. “Reyes?” He curiously asked with a tilt of his head.

She flushed at being addressed, and she looked at him with a guarded expression. “Are you still offering tutoring for potions, Weasley?”

“I am, but…aren’t you already doing fine in the class?”

“I’m doing fine, not great,” she emphasized. “There’s a difference.”

Garreth stifled a laugh. “I don’t think having high marks like O’s in potions will amount to anything for a Quidditch player.”

“I’d prefer having high marks in all my classes anyway.” She frowned. “Are you willing to help me or not?”

He shrugged and pulled out the chair beside him. As Imelda sat down, he caught a whiff of roses. Which reminded him of a different flower… He quickly wrote a note on his parchment of innovation ideas: More moly = more potent?

“Estelle told me that you did a great job with her,” Imelda remarked as she got her own parchment and books out.

“Yeah, she’s a pretty good student,” he answered.

Imelda paused and turned to him. “Did you just say she’s pretty?”

His eyebrows furrowed at her rather demanding tone before facing her. “I said she’s a ‘pretty good student’.”

Imelda instantly blushed and looked back at her supplies. “Oh.” She cleared her throat. “Right.”

Garreth was confused by her strange attitude, but he chose to brush it off as it being some “woman” thing. That was how his older brother and father reasoned some behavior of the fairer sex.

“So, there’s the part about porcupine quills,” Imelda hurriedly said while her cheeks were still pink. “It has to be prepared whole or powdered.”

“That’s right,” Garreth affirmed, the knowledge instantly popping in his head, along with names of potions that required the specific preparation.

“But…why?” She asked.

Garreth felt a sense of deja vu from when Leander would ask the same question numerous times as he failed to grasp potion logic.

Imelda flipped through her book, one Garreth quickly recognized to be mainly focused on potion ingredients derived from creatures.

“So Cure for Boils and Elixir to Induce Euphoria both require whole quills. But the Draught of Peace needs powdered quills.” Imelda gave him a deadly serious expression as she added, “I want to know why exactly there’s a specific difference, because chances are this will be asked in our O.W.L.s.”

Garreth stared at her, pleasantly surprised by her inquisition. He wasn’t used to in-depth questions like this before. Others would just take what he says and write it down, but never asked for more than what was required in their assignments. The fact she was also taking this very seriously, a subject he was passionate about, made him all the more fascinated by her.

Why did his heart beat faster too?

His lips twitched up into a smile and he moved a little closer. “So, for powdered quills, it’s easier to dissolve in lower heat. That’s why powdered ingredients are added when the potion is simmering for the most part. For whole quills, you need higher heat so it properly melts. For some potions, you never simmer, so powdered quills—or other other powdered ingredients—are not required…”

Imelda looked at him with utmost attention as he continued to explain his answers for her questions. She would even ask more questions from his explanations, going more extensively into plant ingredients after covering ingredients from creatures, and then about different potions that could be mentioned in O.W.L.s.

When they finished their work and started packing up, Imelda muttered to him, “Thanks, Garreth.”

He barely managed a “you’re welcome” before she practically bolted out of the library. He blinked in surprise as he realized that she addressed him by his first name for once. Not only that, but he was certain he caught a smile in her eyes too…

That strange sensation in his heart was back as he put his school bag on his shoulder and left the library. He wasn’t sure why he felt this way, but he did know he enjoyed that session with Imelda. He appreciated her for taking in everything and asking more about topics he brushed on. Even though he knew she wanted the information just in case for their exams, it still thrilled him to see someone care about potions and even be able to follow along with him. It might come easily to him, but she was able to catch on well enough.

He smiled to himself, hoping to have more stimulating sessions with Imelda in the near future.

A year later, Garreth leaned his cheekbone against his fist as he watched his studying partner. Imelda was right next to him, tight-lipped with concentration while she kept writing the essay Sharp assigned them.

“I can’t focus when you’re staring,” she muttered eventually when she took a break to dip the quill into the inkwell.

He smiled and used his free hand to gently rub her back. She instantly relaxed from his touch, and he quietly said, “I can’t help but be enthralled by you, luv.”

She scoffed with a tiny smile, giving him a fond and exasperated look while her cheeks stayed beautifully pink. “You’re laying it on thick, aren’t you?”

Garreth chuckled and leaned closer to her, nosing her cheek before kissing it. “I don’t think I am when it’s my own girlfriend,” he playfully said, feeling her warmth against his lips.

He reveled in seeing Imelda barely keep composure. He was well aware only he was allowed to be like this with her, and he was pleased to be the exception.

“You’re supposed to be helping me with the assignment,” she remarked in a low voice, glancing at him. Warmth rushed through him at catching soft desire in her chocolate brown eyes.

He thoughtfully hummed and looked at her essay, still staying close with his hand on her back, and the other lightly resting on her parchment.

He caught the sweet scent of roses as she moved her ponytail to rest on her other shoulder.

“You know, I think roses are my favorite flowers,” he mused.

“Because of my shampoo?” She coyly asked with an arched eyebrow a lithe smile.

“They also have many uses for potions,” he explained.

“Care to tell me about them?” He lit up and was about to, but then she pressed her finger against his lips to stop him. She smirked and added, “After you help me.”

Merlin, she knew how to keep him wrapped around her finger. He gave her finger a little kiss, making her blink in surprise, and he grinned smugly.

“You drive a hard bargain, but I agree to the terms and conditions.”

Imelda chuckled and moved her finger away, and he read through her essay. It was concise, and gave immaculate details about the different roots used in potions.

“Seems to be in order,” he said. “You wrote very well.” He smiled at seeing her gratified from his praise. “You might give me a run for my money.”

Imelda chuckled and started writing the next paragraph. “Thank you, Garreth.” Her smile went away as she focused back on the essay. “I just need to include the reason why Asphodel has to be powdered while the roots do not…”

Garreth knew the answer, having even written it out on his own assignment. But then she quickly said,

“Wait, it has to be powdered so it’s easier to dissolve, especially since in the Draught of the Living Death, powdered root of Asphodel is the second ingredient added to it,” she decisively said. She glanced at him, looking a bit unsure as he just stared at her for a long time. “Er…Garreth?”

“Merlin, you’re even more gorgeous right now.” Hearing her talk about potions like this, and being thorough about the differences of root preparations, made warmth flood through him tenfold.

Imelda blinked and blushed hard, making her even more tantalising to him. “G-Garreth,” she breathed out.

He gave into his desire and cupped her cheek as he surged forward and kissed her deeply. She melted and reciprocated without hesitation, burying a hand into his hair. He hummed against her lips, feeling more warmth settle in his core as he felt insatiable for more of her.

“Garreth,” she sighed. He was about to kiss her again, addicted to her lips, but she pointed out, “We’re still in the library.”

He paused, and checked their surroundings. Even though they were in a secluded part of the library, students or even Scribner could come across them.

He swallowed hard, still wanting to snog his lovely girlfriend. He leaned close, feeling her quickened breathing against his lips.

“How about we take a break from studying? I think there’s a broom closet close by,” he suggested in a murmur laden with yearning.

Imelda thought it over for a moment before she eagerly whispered, “okay.”

The two instantly rose to their feet and hurried outside the library hand-in-hand. Safe to say Garreth’s favorite tutoring sessions were indeed the ones with Imelda.

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Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it! :D

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dramioneasks · 2 years ago

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Jamie Ambrose

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Full Name: James David Ambrose Nickname(s): Jamie, Jay Age: 18 Date of Birth: 17 August 1873 Birthplace: Manchester, England Blood Status: Half-Blood House: Gryffindor Wand: Willow, dragon heartstring, supple, 13 inches Sexuality: Bisexual Height: 5'8 Quidditch Position: Seeker

Personality

Traits: Brave, stubborn, intelligent, studious, impulsive, charming Likes: Creatures, sweets, Quidditch, flying, spending time with friends, most foods. Dislikes: Rude people, blood supremacists, Cadmus Peverell, Patronus: Some sort of owl

Family

Parents: Henry Ambrose and Andromeda Malfoy (Deceased) Extended Family: Alice Ambrose (Aunt), Jacob Ambrose (Uncle), Alexander Ambrose (Uncle), Mary (Aunt), Thomas Ambrose (Uncle), Ellie Ambrose (Cousin), several other cousins that I was too lazy to name.

Relationships

Partner: Jack Peverell Friends: Gryffindor Quidditch Team, Sebastian Sallow (kind of), Eric Northcott Enemies: Cadmus Peverell, Abraxas Malfoy, the Gaunts (except Ominis ofc)

Future

Career: Seeker for Wigtown Wanderers (team subject to change) Spouse: Jack Peverell Residence: London Pet(s): Snowball (diricawl), Snowball II, Ginger (cat) Children: Ruby Ambrose

Other Facts

- He got his scar in a werewolf attack when he was 6 - His mother died as a result of that same attack - On his 7th birthday he displayed his first signs of magic when he sneezed and his cake caught fire - Aside from the Quidditch team, he considers his dad to be his best friend - Despite being a generally non-violent person he would 100% commit murder if he had to - Probably has some very very mild wolfish qualities from the werewolf attack

i'll probably expand this later idk

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #gryffindor #gryffindor oc #jamie ambrose

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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 1 year ago

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Ruby !!! Hi ! How are you ? If you know about Harry Potter, which house do you think Ateez and Stray kids members would be in, according to astrology?

I’m sorry if you don’t really know or don’t like Harry Potter, I will just accept being grown in the trash. 😎

Anyway love your content and sending you a lot of love 💕 and hope you have an amazing day/night 💕

The way I ran to this ask kicking and screaming because I am such a HUGE POTTERHEAD and I have extensively thought about this!!

I'm a Slytherin btw with Hufflepuff being my secondary house and my Patronus is a fox and I'm gushing right now!

Stray Kids:

Bang Chan and Changbin: GRYFFINDOR of course, they have all the textbook traits of a Gryffindor and just fits into the Gryffindor house perfectly with their values of fairness, natural leadership and humility.

Lee Know and Hyunjin: RAVENCLAW because they are both introverted and homebodies, with a love of intelligence and the arts. Lee Know and Hyunjin are both people who enjoy a structure and routine which is very Ravenclaw coded.

Felix and Han: True HUFFLEPUFF energy, you cannot get anymore textbook Hufflepuff than Felix and Han with their preferred mediator position and the way they use humour as an 'icebreaker' for everything.

Seungmin and Jeongin: SLYTHERIN because they both have strong dualistic energies, in that Seungmin seems like the 'quiet' type until you see how much of a sass and tease he is. A lot of Stays still view Jeongin as 'boyish' or 'cute' and there's an underlying 'dominance' he has that hasn't been fully 'tapped into' yet which adds that other layer.

Plus, Jeongin's animal is a fox and when you post a cute selfie on Instagram and then later post a bedroom photo with the message 'don't talk to other idols, this photo is for you' followed by another message with the sentence 'you are so obedient/you listen so well'.

That's sneaky fox energy indeed, very Slytherin influenced.

I loved this question so thank you so much!!! *heart eyes*

#anon ask #answered ask #slumber party with ruby #astrology talk with ruby #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #bang chan #lee know #hwang hyunjin #seo hangbin #lee felix #han jisung #kim seungmin #yang jeongin

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yourfriendlygryffindor · 9 months ago

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gold rush

word count: 1339 - jegulus, Hogwarts au, teen rating

Regulus was eleven when he first met James Potter. He was being dragged by his brother to meet his friends who he had already decided he hated. All summer, it was all James Potter this, James Potter that. He was tired of it and couldn’t wait to hate him to his face.

That was…until he saw James.

He was beautiful even for a twelve-year-old. Nothing about him was awkward. His brown curls stuck up in a way that on anyone else would’ve looked horrid but on him looked effortless.

That instant he realized he would never be able to hate James.

That was also the instant he realized he was attracted to boys.

It was a lot for a little first year to process.

Now, at seventeen, he watched James from across the Gryffindor common room with annoyance written clearly on his face for all to see.

Gryffindor was having a New Year party, the last New Year party that Sirius’s group would be hosting before they all graduated that spring.

James was beaming from ear to ear as he stood atop a table, pouring drinks for people who raised their glasses and dancing when everyone was busying themselves.

He was magnetic. Intoxicating. Inviting. Luring.

“Oh my, Merlin, you’re obsessed, Ruby!” A Hufflepuff snickered next to him to her friend.

“He’s so beautiful! Look at him!” Ruby responded.

“Don’t get your hopes up, James hasn’t shown interest in anyone since he gave up hope with Evans.”

Regulus rolled his eyes and moved to get another drink from the refreshment table.

James was a gold rush.

Everybody wanted him.

It was irritating.

Regulus was just one of the many.

He grabbed a fresh cup of Firewhiskey and started sipping away at it.

That was…until he turned around and saw James winking at someone, giving them his dazzling smile. Quickly, he downed the rest of the drink.

“Wow, Reg.” Barty appeared next to him. Regulus glared at him as he tossed his cup in the bin. “What’s got your panties in a twist?”

Involuntarily, his gaze shifted to the boy dancing on a table.

“Ah, your massive crush on Mr. Sunshine and the fact that you want to climb that beautiful golden wizard like a tree.”

Screw his inability to control his face when he was drinking.

“What did he do this time?”

“Nothing.”

“So, is it a general dislike for what he’s doing, the attention he’s gaining, or is it how you can’t control what you feel around him?”

Regulus huffed and turned his back to James. “He’s so effortlessly beautiful.” His thoughts flowed out of him now that the alcohol was sufficiently doing its job. “It’s not fair. I put effort into everything I do, but he’s just…there, existing and perfect. I don’t like anticipating the flush of my cheeks when he deigns to smile. Everybody wants him and I’m just here. There’s no way I’ll ever stand a chance.”

Barty’s brows furrowed. “Do you want him to notice you? I was under the impression that you didn’t want to act on the feelings.”

Regulus looked over his shoulder to stare at James grinning at his brother. “Maybe. I don’t know.”

James’ gaze shifted from Sirius to Regulus across the room at that instant. His eyes twinkled as he grinned, waving at Regulus.

His eyes were pools of honey, it was so inviting. He wanted to get lost in them.

Regulus continued to stare at James, not waving back but not turning away.

James’ smile turned into a smirk like he was accepting a challenge, he handed Sirius his bottle of alcohol and hopped down from the table without looking away from Regulus.

“He’s coming over,” Regulus warned Barty.

“Got it, good luck,” Barty understood the sentence for what it was and left.

“Hey, Reg,” James’ smooth voice broke through the music. “How are you?”

“Fine.”

James grinned and let his eyes wander over Regulus’ figure. “Good. You look great tonight.” His voice dipped low, luring him out to sea.

“Just tonight?” Regulus played along, testing the waters. He wanted to jump in and drown himself in it.

James chuckled and leaned in, mouth hovering above his ear. “You look good every day but you look especially pretty tonight, is that what you wanted to hear?”

He swallowed thickly and leaned in toward the warmth of James Potter. “Yes.”

“Hm, good to know,” James spoke deeply and pulled away, taking the warmth with him. “Do you want to dance?”

Regulus blinked in surprise. He looked around at all the people already staring at them because of his proximity to the Sunshine boy of the school.

James’ hand cupped Regulus’ chin, turning his head to look back at him. “Don’t pay attention to them. Do you want to dance with me?”

Regulus’ mouth went dry. “Yes.”

James laced their hands together before he was tugged into the crowd. They stopped near the center of the dance floor. His anxiety rose thinking about everyone surrounding them. He didn’t want them watching, touching him.

“Eyes on me.”

Regulus snapped his head up and stared into that pool of honey he so desperately wanted to jump into.

“They won’t come close enough to touch you, I promise.”

Something about the way James spoke made Regulus believe him.

James took Regulus’ arms and wrapped them around his own neck before wrapping his around Regulus’ waist, tugging him close.

“Just focus on us,” he said in his ear. He swayed his hips, using his hands to help Regulus sway with him.

He watched as slowly everyone on the dance floor was looking over at them as they danced.

James really was a gold rush. Everyone watched him.

I don’t like a gold rush…but I can’t look away from him.

“Reggie,” James spoke gently. “Do you want to leave?”

His arms tightened around James on instinct, hands slipping into the hair at the nape of his neck.

A deep chuckle buried itself in Regulus’ bones.

“Okay, love. Tell me if they’re too much?”

Regulus nodded. It was too much now, but he didn’t want to break the moment.

James’ hands spread across the small of his back as they danced.

He couldn’t believe this was happening.

As the song went on, Regulus became more confident despite the stares.

He tugged on James’ hair lightly, earning a delicious groan from the wizard. His lips curved up with a slight smile as multiple witches narrowed their eyes with jealousy.

Regulus wasn’t sure if this was a one time occurrence but he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to make a claim.

He caught Barty’s gaze on the edge of the dance floor with Evan hanging off him.

Barty gave him a thumbs up and mouthed, climb him.

Regulus rolled his eyes but still slotted a leg between James’s.

“Aren’t we jumping a few steps, love?” James asked with a chuckle.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Is everyone watching?”

“Of course they are, James Potter—golden boy of Gryffindor Tower—is dancing with Regulus Black—heir to the Black fortune and Slytherin’s arsehole.”

James’ shoulders shook with his laughter. “So, you’re saying if I were to do this—” James bit his earlobe lightly, “—everyone would see?”

“Yes,” he said breathlessly.

James hummed. “Good.”

They continued on this way, slowly teasing each other to stake claims on one another.

What would it be like to be with James? Would it be like this? How would it feel to be loved by him?

He wanted to kiss him.

But did he have enough in him to be loved by a gold rush?

Would he survive this?

He blinked and suddenly James had pulled back to look him in the eyes.

“Regulus?”

He glanced at James’ lips and back up to his honey-filled eyes.

Slowly, he leaned in, mouth hovering so close they shared a breath.

His eyes twinkled with depth in those hazel pools. He was drawn to them like a human would be to a siren.

So inviting, I almost jump in.

#marauders #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #dead gay wizards from the 70s #jegulus fic #based on a taylor swift song #wrote this on a whim #I didn't think this needed to be a whole one shot so here you go

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