#hl rp

[traceyc-uk]

The little Niffler waddled over to where the new fifth year was sitting and began to scramble in his belly pouch, rummaging around until he pulled out a shiny, silver Slytherin Prefect badge.

Holding it up for a brief moment, Nosy admired the gleam before quickly tucking it right into the boy's breast pocket and signalling to the young wizard with his paw to keep silent about his treasure.

At the sound of footsteps approaching, Nosy spun around, casting a quick glance over his shoulder. Without missing a beat, the little menace gave the new fifth year a few pats on the cheek before waddling away.

The new fifth-year couldn’t imagine he was being given the badge for safe keeping, he knew this particular Niffler can scurry away treasures just fine.

But before he could quiz it, the tiny furball disappeared as quickly as it arrived only to be replaced by the appearance of William! Asking if he has seen either the tricksy Niffler or his Slytherin badge.

Feeling the weight of metal in his pocket, he shrugged and felt very mischievous indeed. He had plans for this trinket and it shouldn’t be too long before Will @ask-elland-n-will will be receiving an owl to its whereabouts…

[kiwiplaetzchen]

Sorry little one, hope he didn’t hurt your tealness. Here’s something for you 🍞

Nosy was having a perfectly fine day, thank you very much - until that happened.

It started innocently enough. The little Niffler was up to his usual shenanigans, skulking behind a long curtain that swayed gently in the breeze - a perfect hideout for his shenanigans - when a grey-striped menace dared to hiss at him. Hiss?! At Nosy?! The audacity!

Nosy let out a defiant honk, his teal fur bristling in indignation. Who did that furball think he was dealing with? He reached out, ready to teach the cat a lesson in respect. But the cat lunged first, swiping a paw dangerously close to Nosy’s snout.

"HEY! Come away from there!" a voice suddenly barked. The striped terror was scooped up by a tall figure before Nosy could react. He watched, wide-eyed, as the young wizard scolded the feline with a stern "Tsk."

Nosy let out a disgruntled honk, wobbling closer to inspect the situation. Good riddance, he thought smugly, satisfied that the intruder had been dealt with appropriately. His victory was short-lived, however. The human had barely set the cat down when he turned his attention to the teal-furred troublemaker.

The boy crouched, placing a slice of bread in front of the Niffler. Nosy’s eyes sparkled as he stared at the offering: a piece of toast, thickly spread with glistening red jam. His tail started to wiggle as he edged closer, cautiously sniffing the treat.

“Sorry, little one,” the wizard said gently. “Hope he didn’t hurt your tealness. Here’s something for you.”

Nosy tilted his head at the dark-haired boy, weighing the sincerity of the apology. But he jam glistened so temptingly in the light that, after a very short moment, Nosy decided he would graciously accept this peace offering. Waddling forward, he snatched the jammy treat in his paws with an approving chirp and started to nibble the sweet snack, crumbs sticking to his beak, he cast a look back at the feline now glaring at him from afar.

Victory is sweet, Nosy thought, wiggling his tail in triumph and stuck out his little tongue at the cat.

[princeps-lucis]

Ways to carry your friend/partner

From top to bottom, left to right: Angel and Ethan, Hugh and Rhiannon, Bork and Liviriel, Norberto and Iostu, Hazel and Thad, Apollo and Terrence

🎨 Art by Peri (peripericote)

Which one is your OC and friends?

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[ror-roleplay]

The students of the RoR have a new project to do: they're brewing Felix Felicis, or Liquid Luck. And they'll be needing it, considering Horace Gaunt is on the loose with his pet noodle. Anyway. Fancy brewing something? RoR's your place. Just don't ask Ominis to help you out, or he might scream / cry / throw up.

[mcowlpost]

MC Owl Post

The MC Owl Post is a Hogwarts Legacy blog created for creators in the fandom to role play with each other through sending letters in their MCs (or OC’s) voice to one another. For example, a creator writes a letter to a fellow MC / OC in their MCS perspective. Then, the other MC the letter was directed to can write back, in their MCs perspective as well.

‼️Harassment of any form may not be in the letters. This is a role play blog purely. ‼️

If you have any complaints or constructive criticism, please let me know! This blog is for entertainment purposes and is not meant to hurt anybody, and if it does, again please let me know!

If you wish to not be written to in this blog, tell me and I will make sure no letters come your way

Most importantly, have a good time :)

[shanaraharlyah]

Happy Birthday to Hellendil from Eva 🥹🩷

You are the sweetest, I wish you happiness and health. Know that you are my friend forever!!!

Hellendil smiles at the adorable note he found waiting for him at supper in the Great Hall. He folds the note placing it securely into his belt pouch and glances over toward the Hufflepuff table and the sweet blonde girl who'd left him the note. He hurries to finish his meal before she disappears for the evening and quickly makes his way over to where she is seated.

"Eva!" he exclaims opening his arms wide as he approaches to embrace her. "Thank you so much for the lovely birthday wishes, my friend! I hope you know that I will always be there for you, too. You need only ask, darling." He pulls her in for the promised hug, so grateful to have such sweet caring people as friends.

[diana-bluewolf]

Dear Chris,

Today is such a wonderful day, do you think you'll be interested in a quick duel by the lake or some Summoner's Court activities? I am unsure if you are into competitive games or not, so a study session is also on the table. It really feels like a great day for doing things outside, perhaps even with more of our friends. Would be great to hang out!

—Elland

Chris scanned the letter, his gaze lingering on the words "hang out", the concept of which still remained a mystery to him. The same he could say about Elland, who was too… nice. If life had taught Chris anything, "nice" and "suspicious" were synonyms. 

Still, Elland hadn't yet revealed his true motives, being as kind (Chris grimaced) as it gets. Even in his letter, he generously provided Chris with a choice of battlefield for their next “chess match”. It was as if Elland was sure he had the upper hand and could afford to show it to his opponent. That was irritating and… intriguing. 

Well, nothing exposes the true essence of a person more than their responses in situations when they have to react quickly. The way they deal with defeat or victory can be very telling, too. And to reduce the number of variables, it is better to conduct the experiment without third parties.

Chris flipped the letter and scribbled on the other side.

"Dear Elland,

The duel does sound fun. I hope 4 pm by the lake works for you. 

Chris"

[ask-alsius-vafer]

The path to the Hospital Wing seemed to stretch endlessly before him. The throbbing ache on the side of his head matched the pulse of each beat of his heart. Every step on the stone floors sent a jolt of pain, a hurtful reminder of the morning's misadventure in Herbology. His hand pressed against the spot where his ear should have been, the phantom pain still gnawing at him. The sharp bite of the Tentacula Vorax' teeth still echoed in his mind, the memory almost as painful as the wound it left behind.

It was a foolish mistake, Felix chastised himself. He should have been more careful, more gentle. Perhaps a kinder touch when pruning the plant might have spared him this torment. Professor Garlick had certainly thought so, lecturing him quite thoroughly before handing him two pieces of cloth - one to stem the bleeding, the other to transport the unfortunate remains of his ear.

The Ravenclaw shook his head, a motion he instantly regretted as dizziness washed over him. There was no time for a bad conscience, no room for self-recrimination. He needed to reach the Hospital Wing. He needed Als.

Als would know what to do. He always did.

Had he been feeling less queasy, he might have opted for the Floo Powder system. But the thought of spinning through the network of fireplaces only made his stomach churn further. So it had to be the long way - the very, very long way, with its many, many stairs.

A sigh escaped Felix as he leaned against the cool stone wall, allowing himself to take a small break. A few passing students glanced his way, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern. With a forced smile, the Swede assured them that everything was fine. Or at least, it would be once he got to Alsius. He just hoped his friend wouldn’t be too annoyed with his clumsiness, but deep down, he knew he was in the best hands.

"Take a deep breath. In and out. You're almost there," he muttered to himself, trying to steady his breathing, the words a small comfort as he pushed off the wall. The stairs seemed never-ending, each one a cruel reminder of how much further he had to go.

"Just a little bit more..." The words were barely a whisper as he forced himself to keep moving. The trek was taking its toll, beads of sweat dotted Felix' forehead, and the sick feeling in his stomach grew worse with each step. The wound throbbed in time with his heartbeat, the cloth already soaked through with blood.

“Finally,” Felix breathed, both exhausted and relieved as the door to the Hospital Wing came into view. He paused at the door, peeking inside cautiously, his heart lifting slightly at the sight of the young healer, who was quietly tending to his duties. A weak smile tugged at Felix’s lips, a small flicker of relief and gratitude amidst the pain. Just seeing his friend was enough to make him feel safer.

Clearing his throat softly, Felix hesitated. He didn’t want to disturb Alsius if he was in the middle of something important, and the last thing he wanted was to wake any of the other patients. But the urgency of his situation couldn't be ignored.

“Als, um,” he began, his voice a little shaky, “how good are you at reattaching body parts?”

Two freshly corked phials in hand, Alsius crouched before the medicinal cupboard by the infirmary entrance. The beds were unusually vacant today, prompting the rest of the Hospital wing staff to indulge in an impromptu excursion around the grounds for some exercise. Since Professor Sharp had delivered fresh batches of healing potions earlier that afternoon, Alsius volunteered to stay and he took advantage of the rare quiet and solitude to steadily restock the ever-dwindling stores.

He ducked his head and tucked the last phials in with the others, the faint tinkling of glass against glass floating in the stillness as he ensured all labels were neatly aligned for easy readability in an emergency. After an unfortunate incident involving a nurse and a swarm of magimedical-grade leeches (not to mention the Coffee Bean Barrage), the use of Accio was indefinitely banned in the infirmary and the last thing any reasonable healer wished to do in time-sensitive situations was frantically rummage through wilfully neglected shelves. It was a personal pet hate of his, so he made a point of leaving the cupboard the way he always wished to find it.

Clean, tidy, and methodically organised.

The creak of the Hospital Wing door opening echoed that of the cupboard door closing. He hadn’t the chance to look up before he heard Felix’s voice, and the weak, nervous warble immediately drew his attention and concern.

“…reattaching body parts…”

Alsius turned and caught sight of Felix slumped against the doorway, his focus immediately pulled to his friend’s rapid breathing and sickly pallor. Despite the attempt to inject a certain nonchalance into his question, exhaustion etched Felix’s sweaty brow, his expression drawn painfully taut as he cradled a blood-soaked cloth against his head.

A sudden, leadened pit in Alsius’s stomach tipped the scales for haste. Fearing Felix would collapse to the floor, he rushed to the entrance and caught Felix’s weight against his side. He quickly ushered him to the nearest bed, and if the tall blond baulked at being unceremoniously laid out in such fumbling earnest, Alsius couldn’t hear it over the torrential roar of his racing thoughts.

“Sorry,” he whispered, somewhat amazed he had the presence of mind to apologise for such a brutish bedside manner. “With the bleeding, it’s better to lie down.”

Despite his relative youth, Alsius was generally cool and collected and not prone to dramatic mood swings, but when his gaze tracked the crimson rivulets steadily slipping down Felix’s wrist, something in him critically failed. He was no stranger to gruesome illness and injury, but Alsius was woefully unprepared for the visceral impact of seeing someone so dear to him in such a state.

As he stood and hovered over Felix, his chest tightened, heartbeat keeping time with the breakneck pace of all the grim possibilities reeling through his mind. Felix managed all the way here, he frantically reminded himself. It can’t be that serious. It was a paltry reassurance. He pinched his eyes shut against the unsettling swells in his emotions.

Set them aside. Heal. Reconcile the rest later. That was what his parents taught him in his early youth. That’s what Hogwarts more or less taught him in the infirmary. Yet his mind – his heart, still screamed: it’s Felix.

He turned and snapped the privacy curtains closed. Unnecessary considering they were alone, but the guise afforded him the barest moment to try to regain some semblance of composure.

The steadying breath he drew was audibly shaky.

After what felt like an age mustering his courage, Alsius returned to Felix’s side, lowering to sit at the edge of the bed. “Don’t worry, I’ll sort you out,” he murmured softly, though he was unsure if the reassurance for Felix’s benefit or his own.

He leaned forward to remove Felix’s hand and assess the damage, however just as his shaky fingertips brushed the back of Felix’s – he hesitated. He blinked and reached out again, only for his fingers to once again twitch away and curl defiantly into his palm.

There was more than a hint of frustration in Alsius’s sigh when he grudgingly compromised with himself. He rested his palm against the back of Felix’s hand as his gaze slowly surveyed the familiar topography of his friend’s face for all traces of primary and secondary injury. He murmured another apology when he lightly pressed his thumb into the side of Felix’s chin and carefully tilted his head to the side. Their hands remained protectively pressed over the wound, but Alsius still thoroughly searched the visible area for residual scorch damage from curses.

Any��sort of evidence to restore the cool rationale upon which he so heavily relied.

A useless pursuit, like trying to capture vapour in his hands. The harder he focussed on ticking off a diagnostic checklist, the more each step dispersed into nothingness.

Alsius should just properly inspect the injury.

Alsius should just ask what happened.

It was the standard course of action no matter who found themselves in his care, but his faculties failed him. He shook his head against the internal contradictions: the spine-tingling fear and uncertainty, gut-wrenching anxiety, and the most alarming – the raw, hot sparks of anger that threatened his veins like flame at a fuse. At some point between his runaway thoughts and terrible excuse for a medical assessment, Alsius truly understood what Sebastian described feeling in the catacombs: cold, uncompromising protectiveness that overrode everything else. The ruthless sense of purpose that defied all rational thought was downright unnerving, and for someone as even-tempered as Alsius, its effect was so unsettling that he robbed him of his ability to function normally.

Nothing about it made sense, and it was maddening, but through the haze of it all there was one thing Alsius knew with unwavering certainty.

Felix would be fine because he would do absolutely everything in his power to ensure it.

Still, one question wrapped around his heart like a vice. It was the very first that crossed his mind in the emotional turmoil and the constant catalyst to whatever breakdown he actively tried to stave off.

It was an unrelenting, suffocating pressure that refused to be ignored. There was always the chance that it had been just an accident. Felix was unfortunately clumsy at times, but if this was maliciously inflicted on him…

Alsius didn’t need to know where or why, or what or how. He needed to know who.

And he would deal with that after.

Finally finding some sense of clarity once again, Alsius slowly exhaled into the heavy, ponderous silence as he gently tilted Felix’s face back to centre. When he finally spoke, the calm and even softness of his voice directly contradicted the steely intensity behind his eyes.

“Did someone do this to you?”

[ask-elland-n-will]

[OOC rant about HL rp space here on tumblr: Wanted to mention this for a while but engagement requires... engagement. The more rp blogs exchange asks, the more pathways there are to communicate, to create a net of connections, make characters and the world around them come to life. Over the past year and a half I sent hundreds of asks, in anon/as me/as my characters. I understand being shy. I've been there, and it took some great people in this community to get me out of my shell.

But it is just what it is: unfortunately, if there is no reciprocity, there is no dialogue.

You don't have to wait for a green light/talk in DMs first with creating an rp scenario to send anyone an ask or to initiate rp by tagging someone. You can if it makes you more comfortable but don't have to. Most of us have Rules of Engagement but that's all the pre-requisites.

Before I burned out, I sent people asks just to make them happy, give some interactions for their characters. I wanted to find out more about MCs/OCs. But at this point (and I am not alone in this) whenever this turns into a one-sided communication, I am bothered by it, and I stop sending asks after a while.

I get that if I do it with anons, people won't know who to reply to. But even starting small, sending an ask or two for at least some rp people, so that we know you want to engage — it means a lot. It makes us want to continue playing in this HL sandbox.]

[theravenchild]

It had been a harrowing week.

Wren is more than eager to stretch her legs, seeking a much needed reprieve from her endless assignments, the scent of old books, stacks of parchment and half written letters requesting extensions lest she inevitably becomes mad.

She’d expected the workload after the trip crossing North America with her parents, but right now homework will have to wait. As of this moment, there is only one matter occupying her mind, involving her small brownish, furry companion with a gluttonous belly.

She makes a beeline for the familiar milieu of the Ravenclaw’s Common Room, quickly spotting one of her favourite housemates. “Hellendil!” She chimes, almost tempted to crash into him with a hug. The mere sight of a fellow student fill her with immeasurable jitters after days of being confined to her desk.

“I’d planned to send you an owl but since I have you here, I wish to express my gratitude for looking after my wee Charlie in my absence!” She missed her little friend dearly, and knowing Charlie is less than eager to traverses out of the castle, who better to care for the lovable critter than someone who adores the creature as much as she does. “Should you ever need assistance in tending Sepulchria in the future, just know I’d be more than willing to be up to it. It’s the least I can do!”

“I’d be happy to collect him any time whenever he’s ready to come home to his nest. We both know he’s no Nosy, but a niffler nonetheless. I hope my boy didn’t cause much mischief!”

Hellendil is standing near the fireplace paging through one of his textbooks when he hears a familiar voice calling his name from across the common room.  He quickly turns in the direction of the voice, a smile coming to his face as he spots Wren heading toward him.  The book snaps shut and he opens his arms invitingly.  "Wren!  So good to see you, my friend!  The common room has been less bright without your smile and perhaps a bit too quiet.  I hope you haven't had too much trouble catching up.  I haven't seen you much since you got back so you must have been terribly busy.  If you need help with anything, don't hesitate to ask."

He can read in her stance this was a much needed break from all the catch-up work she'd been doing.  His smile widens again at the mention of her little furry companion whom he'd been caring for in her absence.  He chuckles a little at the mention of Sebastian's little mischief maker, Nosy.  "Charlie was very little trouble compared to our little teal friend.  A couple stolen chocolate frogs and sweets here or there and some holes dug in one of the planters in the common room, but nothing that couldn't be easily remedied or replaced.  I do have some rather surprising news for you, though.  Come with me and we'll collect your wee little one.  When last I checked a few minutes ago, she was nesting in one of my old sweaters in the dorm."  He motions towards the staircase and leads the way.

When they arrive at the dorm room, he places the book on the desk and hurries over to the bed where the little brown and white furball was still curled up in the sweater.  He kneels beside the bed and gently pets her with his forefingers to rouse her.  "Wakey, wakey little princess, your Mama's back from her travels and eager to see you." His eyes soften with a smile as the little niffler stretches against his fingers awaking from her slumber. He pulls a small treat from his pocket and offers it to Charlie as a little extra incentive.

[traceyc-uk]

William steps out of a room after a busy prefect meeting and takes a deep breath. The Gryffindor Head Girl gave him trouble again by trying to convince everyone that she is better suited to run Halloween event this year. Well, Will be damned if—! Wait...

It coincidentally happens that the new 5th year is passing the prefect by in the corridor at that moment and Will catches a faint smell of... No way, he looked all over Nosy's nest in search for his lavender soap!

"Ah, excuse me, —," Will begins and then realizes that the student's name completely slipped from his memory. "My fellow lavender friend. Did you by any chance come into possession of one bar of new lavender soap recently?"

The Slytherin doubts anyone would steal Will's soap on purpose, so Nosy has to somehow be involved! Where is that little menace smuggling the soaps? He's playing with the prefect! Who knows, perhaps even— No, Nosy wouldn't run around, rubbing Will's soap all over people just to exasperate Will... Would he?

Will gives the other student a quick once-over in case he spots any soap stains anywhere.

"I don't mean to sound weird with the question. It is indeed a great choice for a soap."

Uh oh, surely this prefect didn’t know it was him and a fellow Slytherin boy that brought down the gargantuan brass chandelier last week!

When the topic was brought to the soap he breathed a little sigh of relief.

“It’s a lovely scent isn’t it? I was just gifted this soap and on my way to try some but I can break you off a piece if you like”

[kiwiplaetzchen]

*BAM* knocking through the dorm to leave some shinies, juicey toffee-apple and I hope plain sweeties and not pepper imps 🔥

Nosy was comfortably huddled in his cosy nest, made from Sebastian's scarf and shiny treasures he'd collected over time. His tiny paws clutched a few coins, and nestled against him was his beloved golden rubber duck, which quacked faintly every so often. All was quiet and peaceful, until-

BAM!

A loud noise echoed through the dorm room, startling the little Niffler and making his fur stand on end. His eyes shot wide open with alarm. Who dared disturb his day?! Nosy tried to eavesdrop from his little hideaway. Had the pretty Prefect noticed his nice-scented soap was missing again? He glanced suspiciously at the lavender chunk and, with a quick motion, shoved it deeper under a pile of coins, just to be sure.

Just as Nosy finished burying his prized treasure, the wardrobe door creaked open, flooding his nest with light. He blinked against the sudden brightness, his head tilting as he tried to make sense of who or what had dared to disturb his peaceful day.

In the doorway stood a young lad Nosy hadn't seen before, arms overflowing with various goodies. His eyes darted between the boy's hands and the shiny things he was carrying. A faint squeak came from the rubber duck as the little Niffler shifted, his attention now fully locked on the unexpected visitor. What was that, shining like a ruby in the candlelight? Nosy's eyes grew big, pupils wide with desire.

The boy, seemingly unaware of the teal king's intense gaze, carefully placed down his small pile of offerings right in front of the wardrobe. Nosy's gaze never wavered from the shiny red apple, which gleamed like a jewel, so tantalising and perfect. Slowly, Nosy poked his head out from his nest, eyes flickering between the boy and his tempting treats. He didn’t seem dangerous, not like that pesky Hufflepuff who seemed to be obsessed with the Niffler. But, heh, who could blame him? After all, Nosy was magnificent!

Slowly, the little menace tumbled out of the wardrobe, landing directly in front of the toffee apple on his fluffy bum. He gave the new fifth-year a small head bow, clearly proud of his little stunt, before grabbing hold of the ruby candy. Chirping happily, he held it up in the air like a trophy, giving the boy an approving nod.

With great enthusiasm, Nosy opened his snout as wide as he could and bit into the apple, his little tongue poking out as he licked the sugary coating. This was heaven. After a few more licks, the teal furred rascal glanced at the other presents the boy had offered. His eyes sparkled as he reached for one of the coins and gave it a test nibble. Real gold. Nice, he thought and tucked the coin into his belly pouch with a satisfied hum.

Nosy continued licking the apple, his eyes flicking up at the new fifth-year. This lad had done well, the Niffler decided. He deserved a reward! Slowly, Nosy waddled back to the wardrobe, still clutching the toffee apple in his paws, and began rummaging through his nest.

After a moment, he let out a small squeak of triumph. Returning to the boy, Nosy proudly placed the nice-smelling violet soap chunk at his feet. Well done, his eyes seemed to say, before he waddled back to his nest, licking his apple and quite pleased with himself.

[princeps-lucis]

🎉 Happy Birthday to CYRUS DE STRONTIUM! 🎉

Character by @lil-grem-draws

Let's celebrate his birthday with a BLAST! 🥳

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[ror-roleplay]

Someone has a little crush on Ominis. Alright, a big crush.

Alright: a massive crush. But who can blame them? What a dreamboat!

[hogwartslegacyrp]

The first volume of the newest version of Hogwarts Weekly is out! It's all mostly based on things that happened in roleplay- and is more or less accurate ;) There might just be one or two overexaggeration, as it is a gossip rag after all... Join us here!

[adallegra]

Wren has found shelter under a desk in the library, miraculously managing to avoid the watchful eyes of Madam Scribner. Her small bunny brain somehow convinced her that she can perhaps manoeuvre her way into one of the bookshelves and find a way to undo the the charm herself.

Can bunnies even cast wandless magic?

Before Wren realises she has gone mad, her ears pointed forward when footsteps slowly approach the desk, slowing just beside the wooden leg attached to the piece of the furniture where she’s concealed.

Those shoes! She knows those shoes, caked with mud from the hours of jogging, from anywhere!

Her little noses twitches, detecting a familiar scent. Wren in a moment of desperation, scales a leg of the desk, her paws clinging to the surface and bound towards you till her fluffy head bombards your view.

“ALLEGRAAA!” Wren tries to say, yet all that comes out of her tiny bunny lips are some weak, high pitched squeak.

Allegra had woken up later than usual and had to decide between breakfast or her daily jog. It was a matter of which would set her in a better mood, so of course, she chose the brisk morning air and its reminder of freedom. 

She gave herself just enough time for a quick bath before realising she had left her copy of Advanced Rune Translation in the library. As she dashes up the stairs and through the corridors, she prays that Madam Scribner would be lurking behind a bookshelf instead of her desk. With five minutes left before class, Allegra did not even have time to change her boots -- she can already hear the shrill shrieks of the librarian should she be caught muddying her floors. 

Stopping at the desk she was sitting at the evening before, she shuffles through the stack of leftover books. Just then a movement catches her eye, and she hears the chirp. Allegra’s eyes round as she holds back what would have been a loud “AWW”. 

What is with adorable animals suddenly appearing? Is this some sort of norm for Hogwarts? Her mind drifts to the previous fluffy creature that turned out, regretfully, to be someone she would rather not have showered with kisses. Looking down at the bunny’s pleading eyes, Allegra tilts her head in thought. 

She scoops up the ball of fluff and grabs her textbook from the desk with her other hand, resisting the urge to nuzzle her nose into its soft fur. Allegra’s not making the same mistake again… just in case.

“I hope you’re ready to sit through double Ancient Runes,” she whispers into the bunny’s twitching ears as she makes her way back out of the library. “Before I can help figure out if you’re human anyway.”