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lilacwisps · 2 years ago

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Purely because of your HC with Garreth would I be able to request a fic of him and MC getting caught by Professor Weasley please?

Hi nonnie, sorry to keep you waiting, here you go 💜

(based on these headcanons)

As he slams the door to an empty classroom closed behind them, Garreth wonders, distantly, if he should, perhaps, lock it - but then MC's fingers are in his hair again, and she's kissing him, sweet and ardent, making all thought vanish from his mind. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Garreth pulls her close, reveling in the way her body feels against his. MC's soft and eager under his touch, and the small gasp that leaves her lips as he deepens the kiss sets Garreth's blood alight, and his heart races.

Lost in the moment, Garreth barely notices how they shift around the room until he feels MC bump into a table behind her. Without breaking the kiss, Garreth picks her up and sits her on the desk. She chuckles airily as she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The feeling of her body against his is utterly intoxicating and makes his head spin in the most delightful way. His hand slides past her thigh down to her knee, then lower stopping just inches from the hem of her skirt…

"What in Merlin's name is going on here!"

Instantly, Garreth's heart drops, and bright blush blooms on his cheeks. MC pulls away, flushed and disheveled and breathless, and Garreth would have liked nothing more than to take in the sight of her, but he cannot - not when his aunt somehow happened upon them.

They've been using empty classrooms for these little diversions for a while now, and perhaps, their luck was bound to run out eventually. Still, Garreth never expected that the first person to catch them would be his aunt.

When Garreth finally brings himself to meet her eyes, aunt Matilda's face is full of righteous indignation. MC hastily fixes her disheveled hair and hops off the desk to stand beside Garreth.

"I would have you explain yourself," aunt Matilda says, looking directly at Garreth.

"I'm sorry, Professor, this is all my fault - I was the one who…led MC astray," Garreth says calmly.

Without looking, he knows that MC's about to protest, so he takes her hand. "Please don't argue," he murmurs lightly, and, after a momentary hesitation, MC nods, making Garreth breathe out a sigh of relief - the last thing he wanted was for her to get in trouble.

"I'm disappointed in you, Mr. Weasley," aunt Matilda says, and Garreth knows now that she's furious, "Instead of setting a good example for our new student, you are encouraging a blatant disregard of Hogwart's code of conduct. But I appreciate your honesty."

With that, his aunt turns to MC, "MC, I believe you have Arithmancy in a few minutes? You better hurry and get to it now - Professor Jones doesn't take too well to tardiness."

MC glances over to Garreth, who gives her a slight, encouraging nod.

"Of course, Professor," MC says then, "I will be on my way. My apologies for what…you've witnessed, it won't happen again."

"I sure hope so," aunt Matilda replies as MC walks past her out of the classroom. She waits until the door closes behind MC before turning to Garreth again, "Garreth, Merlin's beard, it's like you don't get into enough trouble already, now this?"

"I'm sorry," Garreth replies, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, "I just got a little bit carried away…"

"Carried away!?" his aunt exclaims indignantly, "Is that how you view it? Is that what you would tell MC's parents when she's had a child out of wedlock? Is that what you'd have me tell them when I'll inevitably have to explain that their daughter was debauched by my own nephew?"

"I don't think what happened here went quite far enough to cause that…" Garreth says before he can even stop himself. He has many flaws, but none of them have gotten him in quite as much trouble as his habit of making light of uncomfortable situations, and by the look in aunt Matilda's eyes, he knows it's about to happen again.

"You think this is the time for jokes?" she narrows her eyes, "Do you want to spend every free period, evening, and weekend in detention until the end of the year? Since, apparently, you have no understanding of the gravity of the situation - and the only way to prevent a scandal to our family and this school is to keep you physically away from MC?"

Garreth's stomach churns - he loathes the thought of not being able to spend the time with MC - so if his aunt wants him to play at contrition, he will do just that.

"I am very sorry for my behavior," he says calmly, "This will not happen again."

Aunt Matilda holds his gaze for a long moment before nodding.

"Very well," she says, "If you truly learned your lesson, I suppose two weeks of detention will do."

Garreth almost winces - he planned to collect some potion ingredients later in the evening - but doesn't show any discontent, as that would be the surest way to extend his detention.

"I understand," he replies, "May I go now?"

"One last thing," his aunt says, as he's passing her on his way out of the classroom, "If I hear even a whisper of a rumor involving the two of you that compromises MC's reputation in any way, I will personally ensure that you do the honest thing and marry her."

Bright blush blooms on Garreth's cheeks at her words. They haven't known each other very long, but he likes MC a lot, perhaps, that wouldn't be quite so bad, even if they are quite young…

"And I will also ensure that you are the one who has to explain everything to MC's parents regarding how the situation came about," his aunt finishes coolly.

Instantly, Garreth shudders, his daydream broken - even the thought of that conversation with MC's parents is mortifying.

It seems his aunt notices the change in his demeanor. "Very well," she smiles, "I trust the two of you will behave then."

#hogwarts legacy #garreth weasley #garreth weasley x mc

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parchmentedpetrichor · 3 years ago

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➳who cursed the bludger? ♡

in which the reader's dominant hand is injured badly after a rogue bludger slams into it and none other than fred weasley is behind it. who cursed the bludger?

fred weasley x fem!reader

word count: ± 2k

tw: serious injury, a little bit of swearing

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ft. penny clearwater

who cursed the bludger?

y/n was currently draped lazily over her broomstick, haven given up trying to teach penelope clearwater how to fly. said prefect was on the grass, smirking as y/n embarrassedly looked around.

"penny that's not ok to ask!"

"fine, fine," she pondered for a moment, "hey, what's up with you and fred weasley, huh?"

"nothing at all," y/n answered a little too quick for penny's liking.

"c'mon, y/n, you're younger than me, i should know all that happens. you two are very...flirty."

"yeah well, my dear pennysylvania, we have flirty personalities. duh."

"no, you don't."

"okay, i don't. he does."

"but he seems like he means it."

"of course he means it? he says it in a joking way? y'know, he means it as a joke."

"hmm, nope, i don't think so, y/n. he's looking your way right now."

"i'm probably blocking the space, let's move outta the way."

"you're not gonna play with them?"

"already play in matches, why now? let's chat."

fred was silently eavesdropping on their conversation as he heard his name.

"sooo you and perceeee??" y/n dragged out, grinning as she did loop-do-loops with her broomstick.

penny blushed, but looked disappointed, "he likes oliver."

"oh. well, f percy, what about marcus??"

"he's just marcus. we're best friends, y/n."

"my fav trope of romance is best friends to lovers," y/n wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and penny shook her head in amusement.

"my one is the opposites attract."

"hmm yeah, that's a good one too, it's really cute! say, aren't you and mar-"

"i was meaning you!"

"huh?"

"you and fred."

fred smirked as he listened, flicking back the bludger harshly at angelina.

"oh yes because we are totally meant for each other," y/n sarcastically replied.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"yes."

"you're doing this on purpose!"

"hmm? what?"

"oh my goodness, merlin you're stupid bro!" penny said exasperatedly.

"and you just realised. congrats, penny."

"anyway, what i'm saying is you and fred are rather like opposites. although he's extroverted and you're extroverted, you're a cute little nerd," y/n huffed at this 'i am n o t a nerd for the last time!' "and he's a class clown in the most charming way. you like reading and he likes pranking people and quidditch. you're a goody two shoes, an adorable one, but he's this foolish jock," penny looked proud with her argument so y/n laughed, "you're modest and he's very confident. and you're both hot."

y/n smiled, "i am not hot!" she giggled, "that's stupid."

"oi, ange!" penny called to angelina who looked over at her in amusement.

"yeah?"

"is y/n hot?"

"oh, totally!" angelina casually threw the quaffle into the hoop, "10/10."

"guyyys you flatTer me," y/n stretched out as the three of them laughed, "i'm bLushIng."

"you actually are," angie quipped.

"it's a command thing. if she wants to blush, she'll blush," replied penny.

they burst into giggles again.

fred watched y/n. a rosy pink, sure enough, had spread across her cheeks. that was enough to get her blushing?

"oi, l/n!"

y/n's head snapped his way, her eyes narrowed as if expecting an insult being thrown her way.

"your lips are pretty!"

her form relaxed, "thanks! yours are too!!"

penny giggled as angie rolled around laughing.

"what?" y/n looked around.

"the way you return flirting is hilarious."

"a compliment for a compliment, isn't that what they say?"

angelina snorted, "no one says that."

"oh well i say it, so deal with it."

"hey, i have an idea!" penny brightened up.

"let's hear it!"

"let's teach y/n pick up lines, ange!"

"oh you're a genius, penny!"

"okay, so-"

a bludger came whizzing at y/n as she screamed, trying frantically to dodge it. it hit her hand and a crack was heard.

luckily she immediately hopped off calmly, taking out her wand shakily and stunning the bludger, before penny and angie helped her over to the hospital ward, fred lagging guiltily behind.

she was ordered to stay in bed rest and with drowsy eyes she drifted off.

fred watched her feeling so terrible as he saw her heavily bandaged hand, imagining how he was going to tell her that he was in fact the one that had charmed it.

the next day, she was out and about, gently cradling her hand which was broken.

"um, hey, y/n," he nervously approached her.

"oh, hello!"

"i might have jinxed the bludger to go wild," he confessed abruptly, "i'm really sorry i didn't mean to-"

"no, it's fine, really." she gave him a reassuring smile and walked off.

he noticed that she couldn't write in class. usually she was scribbling away, but she just sat awkwardly at her desk, trying frantically to get anything legible down with her non-dominant hand. the fact she was so courteous and forgiving about everything just made it worse.

by now, y/n was dying inside. she couldn't write notes, and even though she wanted to ask any willing person for a duplicate of their notes, she'd have to explain the whole broken hand thing.

"ange?"

"yep?"

"do you have history of magic notes?" y/n did puppy eyes.

"nope, you forgot i dropped out."

"oh."

"do you want mine?" fred asked, smirking as he looked y/n up and down.

"you take notes?!!!" y/n was shook.

"only for you, 'cause i felt bad."

"you didn't need to!"

"i did. you want them?"

"yes please, thank you so much, you're a lifesaver!!"

"you're acting like you're not the one the bludger hit," angie quipped and y/n frowned, completely forgetting fred was still there, browsing the notes.

"c'mon, it was just an accident. and i've always wanted to be ambidextrous."

"lovely, you were struggling. i'll take all your notes. my handwriting isn't neat but i owe you."

y/n ducked to hide the light blush she could not control at all.

immediately she got a confused look from fred.

and instantly she thought of something that might make the blush go away. he didn't mean it, it slipped out, she thought and she felt her face cooling down, a slight frown appearing on her face.

"o-okay, thanks fred."

"no problems, darling," he flirted.

"that's good, darling," she flirted graciously back, bravely tilting her head up and looking him in the eye.

he took it well.

"where did you learn how to flirt so well, my little love??"

"why, freddie," she joked flirtatiously, "from you of course!"

he coughed and excused himself.

"he should really be careful with who he's flirting mindlessly with," y/n rolled her eyes.

angelina laughed, "flirting mindlessly? do you see the way he looks at you?"

"personality," y/n stated simply.

"or not."

true to his word, notes in fred's flurry of handwriting appeared neatly stacked every day. they were far too thorough and consisted of stupid flirty notes by the side. sometimes a little note, written in class, was jammed in there probably by accident:

hello freddie!

i have a crush on you 0-o, hogsmeade at 7pm on sunday?

-jamie <3, boy who sits in front of you in arithmancy

jamie,

i already have my eye on someone :) not you, sorry, y/n cringed at the bluntness of his words

you are very nice, perhaps try trera rivera if you swing that way? or illinois ann if you swing all ways?

oh i'm so sorry, i didn't know that! i'll talk to both. was the gracious answer

-jamie

and again! the lucky boy! this time from a girl.

weasley-

i know we hate each other but give me a chance to explain myself? broom closet at 9 tomorrow ? it trailed off to something that y/n didn't even want to think about.

k.o

fuck off. i don't fucking like you, i like someone else, ffs.

was the reply as y/n laughed and made sure to give the note back to fred.

it wasn't everyday someone confessed to you, right?

she underlined all the words that simply weren't legible to ask fred about.

and aNOTHER ONE?? how did this boy have so many admirers? y/n had received 0 love letters from any boy, let alone people of the same gender. you knew you were good with the ladies (and the gentlemen) when everyone sent you these letters.

dearest frederick-

it droned quite sweetly on about him and loving him and the writing was really magnificent.

margaret perrer

hi marg

i'm really really sorry. you seem like such a nice person, and it's not you, it's me. i, however, have a friend who really adores you: kenneth. he'll be an amazing friend and maybe more.

i also already am interested in another girl, so it really isn't you. thank you for your beautiful letter, hopefully we can be friends!

fred

oh he was very nice. feeling like she had overstepped the boundaries, she put them aside, discovering more and more but putting them all in a stack. she felt slightly insecure, especially when they all looked relatively neW?? the perfume on the flowers still smelled fresh?? who was this guy?

she sighed, finishing her read through and being thoroughly impressed with the sheer quality of the notes.

but there were around 100 words she had underlined. she skipped down into the great hall where she spotted two gingers. as soon as one (she couldn't see which one) saw her, he got up, whispered to the other something, and left.

when she approached the one that was left behind, she saw it was george.

"hi georgie!" she greeted him and thrust the papers into his hand, "where's fred?"

george shrugs, "left, for a date or something."

"oh, okay, could you translate these for me, the underlined words?" if y/n was disappointed, she didn't show it.

"oh yeah, sure, his handwriting's rubbish, isn't it."

"yes it is, i can barely read half of it."

george finished scribbling words next to the underlined ones.

"oh! and give these back to him? i'm pretty sure he dropped them in, probably got mixed up." she gave him the pile of letters, now neatly bundled in rope she had found.

"oh, yeah sure," george smirked, "of course."

"nice, well that's it, thanks for the help!"

"anything else?"

"tell fred good luck."

"right, right, mhm."

"yea."

once she'd left, george took out his walkie talkie.

"got that, freddie?"

"crystal clear."

"you're pining, pffft, hahahahah," george smirked as fred sighed.

"it didn't even work?"

"which plan?"

"the one to drop the letters in."

"i'm pretty sure she read like two, she didn't seem that disappointed?"

"exactly."

"you're an idiot. just tell her."

"but that's boringggg."

"well drop the hints then, merlin fred you're terrible at this."

"i haven't dated a billion girls like you!"

"then learn how to date my goodness."

"true."

"come fucking back."

"hickies or no?"

"eh go for it. i wanna see her reaction and then we can decide whether she likes you or not."

fred strided handsomely in, neck littered with little hickies and his top had two buttons open, freckles and pale broad shoulders showing.

george rolled his eyes, muttering, "drama queen," as he subtlely watched y/n. she managed not to look so surprised, her eyes widening then looking down quickly at her hands.

he would have thought she felt nothing for his twin if a light pink had not dusted over her face and if angie had not nudged her with a concerned look on her face.

y/n was wondering what the hell happened, disappointment rising slowly in her.

"okay, she's into you," george whispered as fred began removing the spell, leaving the unbuttoned shirt unbuttoned.

"cool beans."

"oh and she gives these back," george smirked.

"oh look at how she bundled it! so adorable georgie!"

"you're disgusting."

y/n hurried to the library at 6pm. she had heard the book she had waited for was finally available.

as she settled down with it, a paper aeroplane hit her.

"ahh!" she screamed as she caught it.

it read:

forbidden forest, 8pm.

huh? was this meant for her? it was in neat handwriting and on the smoothest parchment, with a single flower that smelt like fresh rain.

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battinscn · 3 years ago

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PROFESSOR TROUBLES — prof! remus lupin x prof! f! reader

CONTENT WARNING: implied smut

SUMMARY: when your husband gets a little too jealous of another professor, you ease his worries.

WC/ AVG. READING TIME: 1037 words/ 6 minutes

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"NO SEVERUS THAT’S not how it works!" y/n chuckled as she watched the man fumble with the buttons of the muggle calculator she had brought to show her class.

y/n was the arithmancy professor at hogwarts.

the two were sat next to each other by the staff table in the great hall.

y/n huddled closer to severus, explaining what the different functions of the strange contraption was.

"ahem," somebody cleared their throat, causing y/n and severus' heads to turn to the direction of the sound.

"good morning severus, mrs lupin," the hogwarts defence against the dark arts professor, remus lupin, greeted the two teachers and took his usual seat of next to y/n.

severus and y/n quickly acknowledged the man and diverted their focus back to the calculator.

remus rolled his eyes at the lack of attention being given by his wife, and so he pulled her by her arm and into a kiss.

"remus! there are students around," y/n whisper scolded him.

"give them a show, they'd love it," he shrugged.

y/n rolled her eyes as she turned her body so that she was facing away from remus and towards severus again.

remus quickly swung his arms over the girl's left shoulder while resting his chin on the other.

"i'm just rather surprised you were able to walk out of bed on your own this morning despite me fucking you senseless last nigh-"

y/n quickly slapped her hand over remus' mouth to prevent him for over sharing their sex life to their colleague.

"i apologise for his ill manners," she laughed awkwardly.

snape only shook his head rather awkwardly and mumbled an "it's all good".

he didn't want to know about their sex life either.

remus stuck out his tongue and licked y/n's hand, causing the girl to scrunch her face up in disgust and quickly pulled it away.

"give us one moment please," y/n put up a pointer finger as she smiled, pulling remus by his hand off his chair and out of the great hall.

"remus john lupin what has gotten into you?" y/n asked sternly.

"i just don't like the way he was so close to you okay," remus groaned.

"oh?" y/n raised an eyebrow, "is little moony jealous?"

"me? jealous? pft yea right," remus folded his arms and rolled his eyes.

y/n wiggled her eyebrows at her stubborn husband as she dragged him into their private chambers, which wasn't too far away, and locked the door behind her.

remus sat himself down on the edge of y/n's desk as his eyes wandered all over her body lustfully.

the full moon was in a couple of days and it definitely heightened his senses, some more than others.

"well professor, you should know you have nothing to be jealous of," y/n walked over to him seductively, positioning herself in between the gaps of the man's legs.

"and why is that so?" remus hummed.

"because everyone in this castle knows i'm yours," y/n traced her finger up and down his chest.

"it's your name i scream love," she whispered into his ear and nibbled at the lobe.

y/n could've sworn she heard him whimper.

the y/h/c woman started tracing the scars on remus's face.

"you are absolutely gorgeous..." y/n mumbled placing a kiss on the scar.

"so beautiful..." another kiss.

"my remus...." she kissed the last scar and beamed at her husband, combing his dirty blonde hair with her fingers and letting it fall messily onto his head.

remus couldn't wait any longer, he quickly pulled the collar of y/n's robes and pulled her into a deep and passionate kiss.

as their lips moved in sync, y/n started to palm remus through his trousers, causing him to let out a hungry groan.

but before things could get too heated, there was a knock on the door.

the couple pulled away, remus hopping off the desk.

"who is it?" remus asked.

y/n shrugged, not knowing who could be looking for the couple so early in the morning.

remus placed his hands in front of his area to cover his rather obvious hard-on.

y/n twisted the door handle, revealing the mysterious visitor.

"oh miss granger?" y/n was taken aback to see the red headed girl by her door.

the gryffindor had barged into the open door and let herself into her professors' bedroom.

"good morning professor, i'm sorry for bothering you this early in the morning, i just had this arithmency question and i know i see you later on in the afternoon but i feel like if i don't get the answer now i might just g-" hermione stopped her blabbering when her eyes shifted between the two professors.

remus' hair was disheveled, and his shirt was messily buttoned up.

y/n's hair was in a mess as well, her lipstick smudged just a little.

hermione made an 'o' shape with her mouth when she realised what she had walked into.

"i best be off then, my question can wait," hermione awkwardly shuffled towards the exit of the room.

"it's alright miss granger, i'm not busy at the moment, we can talk about this in my classroom."

"but-" remus was about to protest when he earned himself a glare for y/n.

y/n quickly wiped the smudged lipstick on the corner of her lips away with her thumb as she placed a hand on hermione's shoulder, leading the towards the door of the private chambers.

remus tugged at his pants, the growing tent hugely obvious.

"bloody granger," remus cursed under his breath.

"i heard that!" hermione shouted back as her and y/n made their way out of the doorway, causing y/n to let out a small laugh.

before the two fully stepped out of the room, y/n turned her head back and gave remus a small wink, knowing he had to deal with his little problem without a helping hand.

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kiribaku-fics-whatever · 2 years ago

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Harry Potter/Hogwarts AU

things small and precious by aloera

Star player Kirishima is threatened with being pulled off the Quidditch team unless he can get his Arithmancy grades up. Enter Bakugou Katsuki.

slow dancers by chonideno

In which Bakugou asks Camie to be his date for the Yule Ball and Kirishima, in spite of everything he stands for, runs away from the sight of his hands around her waist.

Failing is Not an Option by laurenamberly

Ashido stared at Kaminari like he��d grown several heads. “Merlin!” she cried. “You are a genius!”

“… huh?”

Ashido was all a-flutter, poking Kirishima and bouncing in her seat. “You don’t have to quit the team!” she said. “Tutoring will help!”

After a beat, Kaminari spoke up again. “Okay, so if that problem’s solved,” he said slowly, “does that mean I can tell him about the gay thing?”

"DENKI!"

~~~

Or, Kirishima Eijirou is the popular, friendly Gryffindor in need of a tutor - and Midoriya has just the grumpy Slytherin in mind.

light years away by lvgia

Katsuki doesn’t need a saviour, Eijirou’s more than sure of that. But he could probably appreciate someone more along the lines of a partner.

His left hand finds Katsuki’s right, and he laces their fingers together.

“I’m getting you out of here someday.”

Universe-hopping, in which the only constant is your hand in mine.

Shed Skins and Unbreakable Bones by Milligramme

Katsuki shouldn’t be here. The Slytherin common room is dark, damp and ugly, and full of manipulative idiots who think they’re better than everyone just because of their birth. They brag about their families and their connections, pretend to like each other and whisper nasty rumors about their “friends” as soon as they can’t hear… Katsuki hates this. He hates it! How could that stupid hat believe he belongs with these assholes? It’s been a month since the school year started, and Katsuki has never been more sure: he shouldn’t be in this stupid house.

At eleven, Bakugou is sure of one thing: he hates being a Slytherin. That is, until a curious and overly friendly little mer creeps into his life and leaves the door wide open for other people to come in. Follow Bakugou through his seven years at Hogwarts as he learns about friendship, love, and the woes of growing up.

Squad Up by tsumekakusu

“Have you ever seen Kiri get mad? Like, really mad?”

Quidditch by fairietailed

Their best defense was always performed when he and Kirishima were together, working in tandem, weaving through the air to simultaneously block all three standing hoops and (in Bakugou’s case) run off any chasers that attempt to get close enough to score.

No matter where he was on the pitch, Bakugou found himself drawn back to their goal, and back to Kirishima.

Together they were a force to be reckoned with.

The Second Task by rayshine_krbk

Bakugo's eyes widened. His breath caught in his throat. His limbs flashed white hot as his heart skipped a beat then thumped harder in his chest, and the cold he so loathed no longer registered.

/They couldn't-- they wouldn't-- surely--/

But even as he thought it, as he turned frantic eyes on the lake, he knew.

"Kirishima," he whispered.

/Shitty Hair./

They'd stolen Shitty Hair.

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Harry Potter Triwizard Tournament AU

Bakugo is the Hogwarts Champion, of course. But what-- or rather, who-- have they stolen from him?

Lean for me and I'll Fall Back by bakudrgcn

Bakugou Katsuki, Hogwarts prodigy and Gryffindor prefect, was strolling down the halls of the castle after his classes ended on a perfectly normal school day.

A group of younger kids was walking towards the opposite direction, but they instantly quietened when they saw him.Their steps slowed and they spoke with hushed voices they must've thought he could not hear.

"...still a fucking mudblood…"

Well, it was another normal day. Before it all went to shit.

if you love me let me know by rain (meggowo)

It was a fear of wasted time, of moving on despite the excitement and yearn for change. A fear that, after this year, there would be no choice but to move forward, no way to look back and reminisce, a fear that friendships wouldn’t last past graduation regardless of how much they felt like family.

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Or, seventh-year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Katsuki Bakugou is scared that he's running out of time and decides to confess to his best friend.

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the-al-chemist · 3 years ago

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Artemis Hexley and the Portrait of the Vault

Chapter 3: Trials and Tribulations

A/N: Artemis helps Jae Kim make some sauce and a first year make a friend. Professor Rakepick takes her first lesson of the year, and Orion Amari holds tryouts for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. This chapter features my goddaughter Lizzie Jameson, who belongs to @lifeofkaze. Warnings: discussion of Unforgivable Curses and Jae Kim’s jokes.

The first week of term passed by in a blur, and for the fifth years, it was not a fun week at all. It seemed as if every lesson, the teachers kept mentioning the importance of the exams they would be taking at the end of the year. By Friday, Artemis was sick of hearing about the O.W.L.s.

“I don’t even care about my Arithmancy grade,” she muttered to Rowan after their first Arithmancy lesson of the year, which Professor Vector had started with a fifteen minute speech on revision techniques. “We all know I’m going to fail it.”

Rowan, predictably, had already made a timetable for her revision, and was studying every single night in the library. In the interest of being responsible, Artemis had taken to joining her and doing the same, until Friday night, when she had her first detention in the kitchens.

When she arrived, she realised that she was not the only student there. Sitting on a low table was Jae Kim, a Gryffindor boy in her own year.

“What are you doing here?” she asked him, hopping up onto the table next to him.

“Got caught smuggling ever-bashing boomerangs into the castle in my trunk,” Jae said. “McGonagall sent me here as punishment. Apparently she got the idea from Sprout. What about you, what are you in here for?”

“Let’s see,” Artemis started to count on her fingers, “sneaking out after hours, flying into the Forbidden Forest, breaking into Filch’s office, directly disobeying Professor Dumbledore...”

“You really are a funny kind of prefect.”

“Don’t I know it.”

“Jae Kim! Artemis Hexley!” a high-pitched voice called out. Artemis turned around to see a house elf, clad in a pillow case, standing on the bench next to her. “My name is Pitts, Sir and Miss, and I am in charge of the kitchens. Follow me, please and thank you.”

Artemis shrugged at Jae, and the two of them followed Pitts the house elf to large stove, a sink, and a pile of pots and pans.

“There is pots and pans to be cleaned, and food to be cooked,” he told them. “Professor Dumbledore tells me you cannot use magic!”

“Do you want to cook or clean?” Jae asked, after Pitts had walked away.

“Don’t mind, really. Maybe cooking?”

“Are you any good at cooking?”

“I’m alright. My mum sometimes isn’t well enough to cook, so I learnt how to make some things.”

“Like what?”

“Eggs on toast, beans on toast, marmite on toast...”

“What a wide and varied repertoire,” Jae said, sarcastically. “Can you make anything that isn’t toast-based?”

He smirked at her. Artemis thought for a moment, before grinning back at him.

“Rarebit,” she said, proudly.

“That’s just cheese on toast.”

“Fine, I’ll clean.”

It turned out that Jae was quite the chef. Artemis watched over the top of the dishes as he threw ingredients around, occasionally stopping to dip a spoon into his concoction and taste a small amount, frowning slightly before reaching across for something to add. After an hour and a half, both he and Artemis had finished their respective tasks.

Artemis wasn’t sure what Jae had made exactly, but it looked like a sauce of some kind, and it smelt good. She wiped her damp hands on the front of her robes, and leant over to dip her finger into the mixture.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jae said, slapping her hand away. “Use a spoon, you animal!”

“But then I’d have to wash up the spoon!”

“I don’t care, you are not sticking your grubby little fingers in my cooking. Godric knows where they’ve been.”

“They’ve not been anywhere!”

“Oh yeah,” Jae sniggered. “Forgot which Hufflepuff prefect I was talking to for a minute there.”

Artemis rolled her eyes at him, and fetched a spoon from the draining board. She dipped it into the sauce, and placed it in her mouth. The sauce was rich, warm, and densely spiced. It was delicious. She went to put the spoon back into the sauce, but this time, Jae grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her arm back.

“Hygiene, Artemis!” he said. Artemis sighed, and washed up the spoon.

Pitts dismissed them, after a brief inspection of Jae’s sauce (“Jae Kim has put in too much pepper!”) and Artemis’ dishes (“Artemis Hexley has missed a spot!”), and the two of them started to walk back to the Great Hall.

“I didn’t think you put in too much pepper,” Artemis told Jae.

“Thank you. A compliment like that really means a lot, coming from a culinary mastermind such as yourself.”

“Where did you learn to cook like that?”

“My grandma taught me.”

“She taught you well. You must be brilliant at Potions.”

“I’m alright,” Jae nodded. “The problem with Potions is that Snape makes you follow a recipe. I’m much better at just making it up as I go along.”

“Can you do that with Potions?”

“I do. Nothing’s gone wrong yet.”

Artemis nodded slowly. The year before, Jae had made and sold bottles of Beautification Potion in the lead up to the Celestial Ball. From what she could remember, the results had been unreliable, to say the least. She made a mental note to never buy a potion from Jae.

In the Great Hall, she took a seat with Rowan, Penny and Tonks, and food appeared on the table. She helped herself to a large portion of Jae’s cooking.

“Trust me,” she told her friends, “it’s really good.”

As she was eating, a first year girl with a round face and even rounder glasses approached her.

“Um, Artemis,” said the girl, in a timid voice. Artemis swallowed.

“Yes, um...”

“Elora. Elora Dunn.”

“What’s up, Elora?”

“Well, you said at the start of term feast that when you were in first year you got bullied.”

“Well, not really. My friend Ben got bullied more than me, but I did almost get murdered,” Artemis told Elora. behind her, Rowan tutted and Penny sighed. “What? I did.”

“There’s a boy in my year, and he keeps calling me names. Because I’m Muggleborn.”

“Right,” said Artemis, laying down her cutlery and standing up, “where is this boy? I’ll deal with him”

“Please don’t! He’ll only be worse if I get him into trouble.”

“You can’t let him get away with it,” Artemis said, but Elora shook her head. She looked as if she might cry. Artemis softened. “Elora, what do your friends say you should do?”

“I don’t... I don’t have any friends,” Elora said, miserably. “I just don’t fit in with the other girls in my dormitory.”

“You know, I thought that too, when I first came to Hogwarts, but look at all of us now,” Artemis gestured to Rowan, Tonks and Penny. Looking at Penny gave her a sudden idea. “Tell you what, Elora, let’s find you a friend, and then I’ll talk to this boy’s prefect. Hey, Beatrice!”

Penny’s sister’s little blonde head popped up over the top of the row of students, and she peered at Artemis like a meerkat. Artemis beckoned her with her hand, and she came over to where Artemis was standing with Elora.

“Beatrice, this is Elora. After dinner, I want you two to go into my dormitory, take the box of Gobstones off the bookcase, and take it to the Common Room to play games. You can stay up as late as you like, I don’t care. Just keep playing until you’re friends, okay?” the two girls nodded, and so did Artemis. “Good. Now, what house is this boy in?”

“Slytherin.”

“Fine,” Artemis said, and she stormed over to the Slytherin table, where she stood, bearing down over Merula Snyde, hands on her hips. “Oi, Merula!”

Merula looked up at her, slowly, a disinterested look on her pale, pointed face

“What do you want this time, Hexley?” she drawled.

“I want you to control your bloody first years, that’s what I want.”

“What are you on about?”

“One of your students has been bullying one of mine.”

“Maybe one of your students just can’t take a joke.”

“Oh, no. Don’t you give me that,” Artemis said. She hadn’t realised that her voice was raised, but by the number of people sitting nearby who were now openly listening to the conversation, she must have been talking rather loudly. “This is serious. I know you had no problem being a bully in your first year, but you’re a prefect now. Get your act together, and put a stop to it.”

“How do you expect me to do that, Hexley?”

“I don’t know, Merula. You’re the most powerful witch at Hogwarts, you figure it out.”

Artemis and Merula glared at each other, before Merula made a disdainful noise and returned to her food, scowling. Artemis turned on her heel and strode back over to the Hufflepuff table. On her way past Beatrice and Elora, who were chatting away to each other, she bent down and muttered to them:

“If that boy gives you any more trouble, you tell me, okay?”

The two girls nodded their heads, and returned to their conversation.

Skye Parkin approached Artemis in the common room that evening. She didn’t look any happier than when Artemis had seen her with Professor Sprout.

“Amari is nae going tae budge, the tadger,” she said to Artemis, who squinted at her as she tried to understand what she meant. “So, it looks like yer going tae have tae try out like everyone else. Including the team.”

“Right,” Artemis nodded. “When are the tryouts?”

“Next Sunday. Are ye still keen?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Smashing. See ye then, hen.”

“Did you understand a word of that?” Tonks asked, as Skye walked away.

“Not every word. But I knew what she meant. Can I borrow your broomstick next Sunday? I promise I won’t take it into the Forbidden Forest.”

There was one other thing Artemis needed to ask permission for before she could attend the Quidditch tryouts.

“Madam Rakepick,” she said, approaching her new teacher before the start of her first Defence Against the Dark Arts Lesson.

“Professor Rakepick,” the former Curse-Breaker corrected her.

“Professor. Yeah, of course.”

“I doubt that you came here to quibble over my title, Miss Hexley. Say what it is you have to say and take your seat so that I can start my lesson.”

“Right, well, I know last year we had our Curse-Breaking sessions on Sunday mornings, and I wanted to know if that’s going to be the same this year, too, and if so, could I miss this Sunday?” Madam Rakepick said nothing, she merely raised one eyebrow at Artemis, who continued, “It’s just that the Quidditch tryouts are then, and I really want to try and make the team. As Chaser. So I can’t come to Curse-Breaking on Sunday.”

“First, you asked me if you could miss it. Now, you’re telling me that you won’t be there. Decide whether you’re asking or telling me, and stick to your decision.”

Artemis frowned, and nodded her head.

“I’m telling you, Professor. I’m not going to be there,” she said.

“Thank you for letting me know,” Rakepick smiled curtly. “Now, sit down.”

Artemis took a seat in the front row, next to Tonks. Madam - no, Professor - Rakepick stood at the front of the classroom and watched in silence as the class chattered quietly, waiting for the class to begin. The noise faded away as one by one, the students noticed Rakepick regarding them with a disinterested expression.

“Three minutes,” she said, once the class was silent. “Three minutes you have been sitting and talking, when you could have been learning. Next time you enter my classroom, you will be ready to start immediately.”

It was an order, not a question. Several of Artemis’ peers shared apprehensive looks. Rakepick continued, ignoring them.

“Judging by the quality of your previous instruction in the subject - or, more accurately, the lack thereof - I would have expected you to have realised that you cannot waste single moment of our lesson time on idle chitchat. You must know why these classes are important,” she paused, and raised her eyebrows. No one dared speak. Rakepick tutted. “I am waiting for one of you to give me the reason.”

“Because we have our O.W.L.s this year,” Rowan said.

“What an incredibly puerile answer, Miss Khanna. No, I have absolutely no interest in getting you to pass exams. I am here to teach you to defend yourselves against dark magic, not how to jump through hoops for the Ministry of Magic. However, as arbitrary as the Ministry’s testing may be, I am still expected to cover the syllabus. With that in mind, let’s start today’s lesson. Be sure to pay attention. Listening to what I tell you could save your lives one day.”

The class shuffled in their seats uncomfortably in their seats as Professor Rakepick leant against her desk.

“The curses we are covering today are three of the most dangerous and dark spells known to wizard - and witch - kind. They are collectively known as the Unforgivable Curses, so called because the use of any one of them is enough to legally justify an Azkaban sentence.”

“And ethically, too,” said Tulip, her almond-shaped-eyes narrowed at the Professor. Rakepick blinked.

“I don’t take kindly to interruptions, Miss Karasu,” she said, shortly. “If I want someone to speak, I shall ask a direct question, or at least pause and indicate facially that I wish for verbal contribution. Do I make myself clear?”

Professor Rakepick cocked an eyebrow at Tulip, who glowered back at her in silence.

“Now, that was a direct question, and I did pause and indicate facially that I wished for you to make a verbal contribution. Let’s try that again, Miss Karasu. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes,” Tulip said, grudgingly, her face still tense. Rakepick pursed her lips, and Tulip added, “Professor.”

“Good. Perhaps you would like to tell the class about one of the Unforgivable Curses. I understand your parents both work in the Ministry of Magic, you must have some knowledge on the subject.”

“The Imperius Curse,” Tulip suggested. “It gives someone total control over the victim. Turns them into a magical slave.”

“Indeed it does. Does anyone else know any Unforgivable Curses?”

Unsurprisingly, both Rowan - who knew everything about everything - and Tonks - whose favourite subject was Defence Against the Dark Arts - both raised their hands. Professor Rakepick nodded her head at Rowan.

“There’s the Cruciatus Curse,” Rowan said. “It causes intense and unbearable pain in the victim, and is used as a form of magical torture.”

“A textbook definition if ever I heard one,” Rakepick flashed an insincere smile. “Two down, one to go. Mr Winger, the last curse, if you please.”

At the back of the classroom, Talbott Winger broke his usual silence to answer Professor Rakepick.

“The Killing Curse,” he said, slowly.

Artemis bit her bottom lip. She knew that Talbott’s parents had been killed by Death Eaters during the war, but had never considered how. She tried to meet Talbott’s eye so that she could give him a reassuring smile, but his eyes were firmly forward, and he was determinedly not looking at anyone.

“Precisely. You should all be able to guess what the effect of the Killing Curse is,” Rakepick said, seemingly not noticing Talbott’s discomfort. She stood up, and waved her wand, and writing appeared on the board behind her. “Open your books. You’ll want to take notes on this.”

Artemis listened, enraptured, as Professor Rakepick discussed in detail the history, effects and detection of the Unforgivable Curses. The former Curse-Breaker was direct and engaging, and she ruled over the classroom like an imperious queen. Not one person spoke out of turn for the whole lesson, and as the class packed their bags, having been dismissed by Rakepick - not by the bell - there were general murmurs of admiration.

Not everyone had warmed to their new instructor, however.

“She’s awful,” muttered Tulip, as she walked back to the Great Hall with Penny, Tonks, and Artemis. “So full of herself, like she’s the only person to have ever dealt with dark magic before.”

“Well, she is very respected in her field,” said Penny. “Bill says she’s going to get him an interview with Gringott’s Bank.”

“Is she?” Artemis asked.

“Oh, yes. She’s really trying to help him with his career. She has the power to do that, after all.”

With Rakepick’s consent to not attend the Curse-Breaking meeting, Artemis - Tonks’ broom in hand - made her way down to the Quidditch pitch on Sunday morning, feeling more excited than nervous. Around twelve or so students from various years were milling about, all of them holding broomsticks. She caught sight of a glimpse of blue hair, and walked over to Skye, who grinned at her, despite looking more tense than usual.

“Hullo, Hexley. Are ye ready tae try out?”

“Yeah,” Artemis nodded. “Who are we trying out for, exactly?”

“See over there, by McNully?”

Murphy McNully, the Quidditch commentator, was a blonde-haired, broad-shouldered boy in Artemis’ own year. She caught sight of him in his wheelchair, next to a tall boy who must have been a year or two older than herself, with a tanned complexion, shoulder-length dark hair and dark eyes.

“That’s Amari. Orion Amari,” Skye informed her, with a scowl. “He’s the new captain. This whole bloody faff was his idea.”

“Why’s Murphy here? I thought commentators were supposed to be impartial.”

“Aye, but Amari trusts McNully’s opinion more than anyone else. If ye want tae make the team, ye will have tae impress him an’ aw.”

Artemis nodded, and Amari strode into the centre of the pitch, positioning himself in the middle of the scattered students.

“Greetings, everyone. Thank you all for your presence,” he said. He didn’t raise his voice, but it still carried through the air, “and thank you for your understanding. I know that many of you had misgivings about trying out for your previous positions, but this is a new year, and a new beginning.”

Beside Artemis, Skye was growing restless. Artemis heard her make a quiet but unmistakable noise of contempt.

“Let us begin with a warm up,” Amari continued. “I shall lead you through some stretches, and then we shall attempt to find balance.”

Skye groaned loudly. Orion Amari taught them all to stretch, before making them all hover above the ground, standing on their broomsticks. As they wobbled in mid-air, trying not to fall, he started to make his way around the group, talking to them individually.

“And who might we have here?” he said, as he reached Skye.

“Ye ken bloody well who I am, Amari. We’ve been teammates for four years, though that does nae seem tae count for anything wi’ ye now that yer the captain.”

“In Quidditch, we are all equals, on and off the pitch. It does not matter whether you are the captain, a chaser, or a new player. Everyone deserves an opportunity to try and make the team, which means holding fair tryouts for all of us, including myself.”

“How can it be fair if you are trying out and you’re deciding who makes the team?” Artemis asked Orion Amari.

“I will not be making the decision. The fate of each and every one of us will be in the capable hands of Murphy,” he smiled serenely. “I do not think that we have encountered one another before.”

“We haven’t. I’m Artemis. Artemis Hexley.”

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. And have you considered which position you would like to try out for?”

“Yeah,” Artemis nodded. “I quite fancy Chaser, actually. Like Skye.”

“And like myself. You will be our sixth potential Chaser today. But as I said, this shall be a fair tryout.”

Artemis hadn’t known what she had been expecting from a Quidditch tryout, but this hadn’t been it. After balancing on their broomsticks, Amari had them fly laps around the pitch, and in turn complete a bizarre obstacle course. In turn, the potential players weaved around the goalposts, threw a Quaffle over a strip of ribbon floating in the air, swooped under the ribbon to catch the ball again, before flying up to the stands and throwing it into a waste paper bin. Once the Quaffle was in the bin, they had to dive down from the stands to the pitch to pick up a wooden bat and use it to hit a brightly coloured ball the size of a grapefruit (each of which had the name of the person hitting written on it) as far as possible.

Murphy McNully scribbled notes throughout the tryouts, and after everyone had completed the obstacle course, wheeled over to the where the colourful balls lay on the ground. Having examined each one, and collected them, he wheeled over to Orion, and the pair of them started to whisper to one another over the top of Murphy’s notebook, occasionally throwing glances towards the other students.

Artemis walked over towards Skye and one of her friends, a pretty girl with a friendly face and wavy light-brown hair pulled into a high ponytail.

“That was no bad, Hexley,” Skye told her, “no bad at aw.”

“Thanks,” said Artemis. “Dunno if it was good enough, though.”

She didn’t feel as if she had flown particularly well. She had completed the obstacle course faster than many of the other fliers, but there were definitely things she could have done better. She had managed the weaving, and had flown under the ribbon quickly enough to catch her own Quaffle, but she had missed getting it into the bin in the stands by a matter of inches, and although she had no problems diving down to pick up the Beater’s bat, she had hit her coloured ball a much shorter distance compared to most of the others.

“Don’t worry about too much,” the girl stood next to Skye smiled at her. “We’re all in the same position as you.”

“Aye, but some of our spots on the team are safer than other’s, Lizzie. After aw, not everyone has the benefit of being the captain’s girlfriend.”

“That’s not fair, Skye,” Lizzie chastised, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Orion’s not even the one choosing who makes the team. And even if he was, he wouldn’t be biased like that.”

Skye pulled a doubtful face, and Orion Amari and Murphy McNully returned from across the pitch.

“That was fantastic flying from all of you,” Murphy said, enthusiastically nodding his head. “We only have seven positions to fill, sadly, so I’m afraid not all of you will be able to make the team itself. However, it is always a good strategy to have reserve players - just look at the Gryffindor team - so Orion might contact you in the future if you’re needed,” he cleared his throat, and opened his notebook. “Amari, Jameson, Parkin, Gwithers, Bean, Willows. Congratulations.”

Artemis felt her heart sink. She really hadn’t done enough.

“I would like to talk to the new team in the changing tent shortly,” said Orion, calmly. “If you could wait for me in there, I have one more matter to deliberate with Murphy. Everyone else, thank you for your time, and your efforts. I do hope that you are not too disenchanted, and that we shall not return to being strangers now that we have at last become acquainted.”

The students began to clear the pitch. Disappointed, Artemis started to follow them, but she stopped in her tracks when she heard Amari calling out her name.

“Artemis? Would you mind lingering here a while longer?”

Frowning, Artemis walked back over to the Quidditch captain and the commentator.

“You were probably able to tell that I only called out six names,” Murphy said. Artemis nodded, although in truth she hadn’t been counting. “Sadly, no one wanted to try out for the position of Seeker. Generally speaking, Seekers are the smallest and fastest players on the pitch. You’re the smallest of everyone trying out, and you were one of the fastest at completing the obstacle course. What do you think?”

“You’d like me to play Seeker?”

“I think you should try out for Seeker,” said Murphy. “Can you show us another dive? One from a higher position?”

“I guess,” Artemis shrugged. “How high, and how steep do you want the dive?”

“As high and steep as you can.”

Artemis mounted her broom, and started to ascend, far above where the boys remained on the ground, higher than the hoops of the goalposts, as high as the flags on top of the towers of the stands. From her position in the air, she could see out over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest. Remembering how she had been taught to dive in order to land in the forest safely, she moved her hands forward, took a deep breath, and pushed downwards, flattening her body against her broom as she plummeted, accelerating towards the ground at a steep trajectory. As she neared the ground, she pulled upwards with all her strength, coming out of the dive and hovering a matter of feet above the heads of Orion and Murphy. She swooped down to the grass, and jumped off her broom once she was a metre or so from the ground.

“See?” Murphy said to Orion. “She flies like a Seeker.”

“She’s right here,” Artemis muttered. “And I was wanting to play Chaser, not Seeker.”

“Sometimes, we have to accept that who we are, and who we are meant to be, is not necessarily who we envisioned,” Orion mused. “Murphy is right, you fly like a Seeker. You should embrace that.”

Artemis sighed, but nodded her head. It hadn’t been her first choice, but it was better to be on the team as Seeker than not on the team at all.

#artemis hexley #hogwarts mystery #hphm fic #hphm #jae kim #rowan khanna #penny haywood #nymphadora tonks #tulip kasaru #patricia rakepick #orion amari #skye parkin #murphy mcnully #lizzie jameson #merula snyde #beatrice haywood

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pacific-rimbaud · 4 years ago

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for the first sentence fic thingy!: "It was right then, in a moment so casual it would otherwise be considered uneventful, that Pansy realised she was in love with Neville"

It was right then, in a moment so casual it would otherwise be considered uneventful, that Pansy realized she was in love with Neville.

He’d fallen asleep on the longest sofa, Textbook of Pollen Analysis, 6th Edition open on his chest and Hermione’s malign and hideous cat curled in a ball over his crotch.

Which was fine. Who gave a shit? Nobody cared about Longbottom and when and where he slept or ate or showered or repotted sticky, fetid plants or the active interest he appeared to be taking in Luna Lovegood.

Pansy stepped through the low tunnel connecting the 8th years’ dormitory to the corridor outside, threw her satchel into a chair beside the hearth and her robes immediately after, and yanked her tie loose.

Every last thirteen year-old in the castle could go and pox themselves. If Arithmancy tutoring was her self-selected penance for her spiritual crimes, she’d changed her mind. Far better to burn in a boiling lake than be condescended to by a pubescent who already had all the answers.

The cat regarded her with one baleful honey-colored eye as she clanked a cup too hard on the kitchenette counter, then aggressively excavated a teaspoon of English Breakfast leaves from the tin.

She set the kettle to boil. Why? She had magic. Because it was there, and she felt like it, and her mother and all of her endless judgmental commentary could fucking precede her in the plummeting hand basket.

Pansy poured water over her tea, then lay both hands over her face, rounded her lips into an O and breathed out slowly.

“Is there enough for two cups?”

Pansy opened her eyes to find Longbottom looming over her shoulder.

Apparently before he lay down, he’d shucked his tie and rolled up his sleeves. After that, sleep had scrambled his hair and crinkled his clothes.

Just as he began scrubbing a hand through the back of his disorganized hair, the cloud cover shifted, and sunlight poured through the western windows.

He was gilt: dark hair and sun-gold skin burnished with a drowsy, benevolent yellow.

And then he smiled, eyes soft and listless, one corner of his mouth drawn in a parenthetical curl.

Pansy stared—could feel herself physically performing the act of staring, and was entirely unable to stop it.

“What the fuck?”

She clapped her teacup down on the counter, sloshing a burning mouthful over the back of her hand.

Neville jumped, hopping back on one foot, eyes two circular windows into the inner life of a bewildered man.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

Pansy squeezed her eyes shut, and then opened them.

He was still there, still Neville, and she was still being wracked by a warm wave of—desire, yes, fuck, but—in that moment, Pansy wanted nothing more in the entire world than to suddenly ascend, and then return: as a book, open on this boy’s—man’s, fuck!—chest, or a cat, curled up in his crotch.

“Are you alright?” he asked again, only he wasn’t leaning back anymore, he was leaning in, and his hand, very gently, cupped her elbow.

“I’m fine.” She said it in quite a small way, like a weak, vulnerable, discreditable little mouse.

“You’ve burned yourself,” he said.

And then her thin white hand with its angry island of red was resting in his broad tan palm, and Neville had brought out his wand.

#Pansy Parkinson #Neville Longbottom #panville #paneville #hp rarepair #you really got me on my weak flank here #out of control #I've now decided that as long as it's under 500 words it's fine #well that escalated quickly

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harrytpotter · 4 years ago

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It’s cuddles inside, baby — James Potter x Reader Request.

Requested by @prettysatan: “Hehe I saw requests. James Potter x reader where it’s cold outside and James keeps putting his cold hands underneath reader’s shirt”.

Pairing: James Potter x Reader.

Word Count: 1,6K

Warnings: None, it’s basically pure fluff.

A/N: It’s not the greatest, since it’s insanely hot here in my city it’s kinda despairing thinking about the amazing feeling of a cold weather hahaha. Hope you like it, tho! <3 (also, i’m the absolute WORST when it comes to titles).

The winter was falling hard upon Hogwarts. The days were slowly becoming shorter whilst the nights were becoming longer; it was officially sweaters and cuddles by the fireplace season and the latter was on at full force among the students. Today was the perfect day to do so, the snow was falling brutally outside, whitening the entire landscape that surrounded the majestic old castle that posed as the headquarters for the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

You let your head fall heavily into your arms – which were crossed above the table – and heaved a deep and audible sigh as you frowned in despair, mentally cursing yourself for taking Advanced Arithmancy Studies as an elective class instead of having a free period. Which was definitely something you could use right now to try and keep yourself warm; preferably with the help of your very smart boyfriend who had wisely chosen to have this time free for himself in the beginning of the school year.

“Just go,” Lily mumbled to you, leaning a little so you could hear her, her gaze never leaving the Professor.

You lifted your head a little so you could face her, a confused frown taking over your face as you blinked repeatedly, slowly coming back to reality after being lost inside your thoughts for the past hour or so.

“You look like a damn popsicle shivering and gritting your teeth,” she rolled her eyes at you. “Besides I know you’re thinking about how much you wanted a warming-up session with Potter right now,” she added with a lopsided grin.

Your cheeks acquired a crimson tone as you hissed embarrassed at Lily, “I’m not!”

“Yeah, as if I didn’t know you,” she mocked. “Go, I’ll cover for you.”

Glancing at the Professor – who had his back turned to the class as he waved his wand to the blackboard, writing something you did not care about – and then at the door, you shrugged, still a little hesitant, “I might take you up on that offer.”

“Go get cosy and warm with that twat boyfriend of yours already,” Lily rolled her eyes playfully, grinning at you.

“Thank you, Lils! You’re the absolute best!” You planted an excited kiss on her cheek whilst wrapping your arm on her shoulders before discreetly gathering your parchments and quill and tossing it inside your bag.

“Cuddles by the fireplace, here I come!” You wiggled your brows amusedly as you sang your excitement to your best friend, who chuckled and shook her head at your behaviour.

With a last expression of your gratitude towards the redhead, you sneaked out of class and almost ran along the corridors, desperately wanting to arrive at the Gryffindor Tower.

The temperature had significantly dropped since you had first walked to class, which made you pull your clothes tightly around your body in a desperate attempt to keep your body warm as the chilly windy currents flogged your skin. You couldn’t see a single soul wandering through the castle as the few students who weren’t in their Common Rooms, were shivering inside of classrooms.

“Oi! Pad!” You shouted at the familiar raven-haired boy as your eyes spotted him near the Tower on the seventh floor.

Sirius halted and turned on his heels, a warm smile spreading across his face as his grey irises focused on you.

“Is James inside?” You asked excitedly, getting closer to the boy and nodding in the direction of the Fat Lady portrait.

“I’m fine, thanks! How are you doing?” He teased with a grin.

“Feeling needy today, are we?” You hit back, smirking as you rolled your eyes.

“Always,” the boy winked at you. “I wouldn’t know that, sorry love. I was about to go in when I got a really important message,” he churned a scented piece of parchment in front of your face, a lustful look in his eyes.

“Why do I have the feeling that I wouldn’t want to know what it says?” You playfully crossed your arms in front of your chest, quirking your brows.

“Because these words are way too dirty for your precious eyes and ears, my pure little angel,” he lifted a brow teasingly.

“You rightful prick!” You bumped your fist on his shoulder with a laugh.

“Go find that whipped man of yours, last I saw him he couldn’t stop rambling about how much he wanted you in his arms; Remus almost strangled him because he wouldn’t let him read,” he shrugged with a grin before walking away.

Smiling, you made your way to the Fat Lady and whispered the password rather quickly. When the portrait swung open, you instantly ran inside and scanned the nearly empty room with your eyes, your smile quickly fading once you realised James was nowhere to be seen.

Heaving a sigh, you decided to try his dorm and motioned to the stairs that led to it, eagerly climbing up the steps as a hopeful smile slowly returned to your face.

Closing your fingers around the handle, you opened the door of the Marauders room with a poignant urgency, only to be left down at the sight of Remus Lupin reading a book under his blankets and a snoring Peter Pettigrew sleeping heavily in his own bed.

“Nice to see you too,” the brown-haired boy with kind chocolate eyes said, a lopsided grin on his face as he noticed your apparent annoyance.

“Sorry, Moony,” you sighed, plopping yourself down on Sirius’ bed, which was next to Remus’. “I just thought I’d find James here.”

“I had to kick him out so I could finish my book because he wouldn’t stop talking about how much he hated that you had a class when he wanted to cuddle,” Remus shrugged apologetically.

“So I’ve heard,” you chuckled. “Do you happen to know where he went?”

“I assumed he went after you,” he smiled sweetly amidst a frown. “Sorry, Y/N.”

“He didn’t,” you pouted, feeling defeated as you hopped off Sirius’ bed. “Anyway, thanks Moony. I might as well go take a hot bath and change into warmer clothes then,” you added, taking off your robes and holding it whilst walking towards the door.

The walk to your dorm felt disappointing, the cold air frustrating you even more. You had ditched class exclusively to warm yourself up with your boyfriend and not only were you still cold and shaking like a jelly as you also didn’t have James’ strong hold around your body.

However, once you entered the room you shared with other three Gryffindors, a nice surprise awaited for you: James’ figure was laying on your bed, one arm behind his head and another holding the picture you had on your nightstand of the two of you.

“You’re here!” You exclaimed happily at your boyfriend, who snapped his head towards the door at the sound of your voice, placing the picture back where it belonged.

“Where else would I be, love?” He got up and opened his arms pleadingly, a smile on his lips.

You tossed your robes on the floor, ran to James and hugged him tightly, almost knocking him off on the bed.

“Someone’s happy to see me,” he chuckled and placed a kiss on your temple, his arms enveloping your waist.

“Very much, indeed,” you quirked a brow with a smile before giving him a peck on the lips and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You’re so warm,” he smiled at the welcoming and soothing feeling of your skin against his cold body, pulling you even closer to him and resting his head in the crook of you neck.

You and James stayed glued in this position for what seemed like forever before an unsettling ice-cold feeling hit your lower back, causing you to jump.

“Take those cold hands off my skin!” you slapped his arm as you felt as if your spine was freezing.

“Sorry, babe,” he chuckled, raising his arms apologetically.

“Don’t you dare do that again, your hands are as cold as ice cubs!” You threatened him with what you thought to be your deadliest glare.

“Have I already told you how adorable you look when you’re pissed?” He smiled devilishly at you as he once again slid his cold hands under your shirt.

“Seriously James?” You groaned, rolling your eyes, annoyed, and getting off his embrace.

“Come on, love,” he pouted, amused. “It’s not my fault that my girlfriend is bloody hot and can warm me up like nobody else.”

“You’re infuriating some times,” you rolled your eyes once again, starting to walk in the direction of the bathroom.

“Come here,” he whined, holding you gently by your wrist. “I’m sorry,” he added once you were looking at him again, pulling his sleeves up so his hands were covered.

“What are you doing?” You frowned confusedly, although you were still annoyed.

“Making sure you’re not mad at me,” he said before cupping your cheeks with his covered hands and place kisses all through your face.

“That’s not fair!” You groaned, but he could feel the smile on your lips.

James smiled before pulling you into a passionate and yet gentle kiss, filled with the sweetest love you felt for one another.

“I love you,” he whispered into your ear after you both pulled apart, once again sliding his bare hands underneath your shirt. However, unlike before, this time you didn’t care; despite his cold hands on your lower back, a warm wave was spreading inside of you.

#james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #the marauders imagine #harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #the marauders #harry potter

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T h e E n c h a n t e d C a n v a s

Pairing :: doyoung x reader ft simmi and her moots

Word count :: ~4k

Genre :: Hogwarts soulmate strangers to ?? Fluff

Synopsis ::

Y/n , a muggle is called to Hogwarts not because of her exceptional talents but due to the fact that her soulmate is a pure/half blood studying in Hogwarts. Her destiny takes her from an average household to the enchanting world of spells and charms. Would she found the one she sought? or sh’d end up losing herself in the new world!

A/n :: this is a Christmas gift for lovely nini - @dvrlingrenjun under @neoculturechristmas event. Thank you admins for letting me talk to her. And nini!! I'd be happy if you enjoy this even a little bit. I hope you can get some time out from your responsibilities to relax and then we can cry over twice's beauty!! MERRY CHRISTMAS NINI.

With love ,

From simmi(stocking anon)

tagging :: lovely @danishmiilk ( warning :: donot expect too much) @astroboy-lele (oops! i opened discord and just remembered i was supposed to tag you furou! sowy)

networks :: @neowritingsnet @kafenetwork @nct-writers

thank you aria @adamfoolcry for hyping me up!!!

"A MAGIC SCHOOL?DO I LOOK LIKE A FOOL TO YOU?" you screamed at your parents, their pleading eyes instantly making you guilty.

"Darling! That woman showed us what she's capable of. You can go and learn and it's not like you have much of an option." Your father said, caressing your arm.

They were right. The woman, who called herself the professor of Hogsy or something school, had explained to you the two tier unscripted path of your future. The first thing being that you were invited to study at an elite magic school, the evidence of which was provided by summoning your sketchbooks from your room. Second being, your soulmate was a boy of the magical community so you,inevitably, were a part of it and there was no escape from it.

"I don't want to leave you alone!" Tears threatening to fall, you requested your parents.

"Please sweetie. Don't make this harder than it already is. We do not have enough money to provide you with quality education. At least you are getting a chance to improve your life. Do not let this chance pass because of us. Besides it's like a boarding school. That lady did say you'd be visiting us twice a year and that too for two whole months! I see no harm sweetie. You possibly cannot refuse your soulmate right. They need you as much as you need them. So go and live your life. Make your parents proud!"

Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry,

Year - third

"Then the battery is placed in this small compact space in a very specific way to make the clock work. This small cylindrical unit called battery has very complicated working so we'll discuss that next week. And this week,I won't be bothering you with any homework so go and enjoy. Have an enchanting day." Your professor dismissed the class with a brightening smile.

"Y/n" she called as you were packing your bag.

"Yes mam?" You asked her, hands respectfully crossed in front of your skirt.

"I just wanted to say thank you so much for the automated battery clock that you got. The ones we have are very old and it's a long and tiring process to ask for new ones. Do know how delighted i am to have you in my class. I'm glad you chose muggle studies as elective." She smiled at you and you bowed just a bit to show your gratitude and walked outside for your other classes.

Being a ravenclaw was all about wisdom, intellect, being sharp minded and laced with logic and creativity or this was what the book that prof McGonagall gave you read. The almighty sorting hat, the pillar on which walls of Hogwarts stood, had placed you in ravenclaw. Though the hat did contemplate between every single house, you ended up with ravenclaw. You believed neither in the semi-animate object nor the popular saying that Sorting hat knows you better than you do yourself for you failed to find your own kind. The smart ravenclaws were too bright for you. It didn't help that you were the only muggle in your year. You weren't able to keep up with them and if it haven't been for willy, your only friend in ravenclaw, you'd have ended up going home,without finding your destiny. Not that you were any better at the moment but life was fun with willy and aria, your hufflepuff friend.

But nothing remains stationary right!

“How are you here already?” you questioned lazily.

“Arithmancy professor fell sick this morning. I've been free since then.” said Aria. You turned to William, who was busy toying with his alligator bracelet. “And you willy?”

“Huh?” he mindlessly asked.

“I asked, did you run away from divination again?” you repeated the question, changing the words to suit his ears.

“Oh no! We just had a small accident in class today.” he giggled, his glasses falling off as he doubled over with laughter.

The potion classroom was soon jammed with third year fellows, all chatting in their own friend groups, enjoying the few minutes before they would be bombarded with over expectation of brewing a girding potion. At the precise moment, the door was closed shut.

“STOP THE USELESS GOSSIP AND SPLIT INTO YOUR BREWING GROUPS. NOW!”

Prof. Snape thundered as all the students, without a second wasted, dispersed and settled. “Mr. brown.” he called a hufflepuff, “collect the ingredients and mr. kim, care to move yourself and help him.” he instructed two students who complied immediately. “Not that i expect any from you little incompetent students, you shall not prepare more than two vials of the potion or else i won’t hesitate to make you do your laundry in the same foul liquid. Understood!” his warning earned silent gagging from several students at the mention of the awful smell, of which you were not excluded.

As you got busy in discussing the recipe, noise of shattering glass and a shrill cry pierced through your ears. Before you could raise your head to witness the happening, your left wrist burned as if it was set on fire. Knees buckling, you fell on the floor as sudden inflammation blocked your senses, heart wrenching screams leaving your throat.Your wailing alerted your friends as William instantly unbuttoned your sleeve to view the reason of your pain and gasped at the damage.

“Prof. snape! Her soulmate mark is burning.” he shouted but your ears were too clogged due to choked sobs to feel the distress in his voice. You slowly opened your heavy eyelids as your wrist was pulled swiftly. With blurred vision, you saw prof. casting a spell,his wand releasing a blue light circling your mark which entered your wrist, momentarily soothing the pain. Your cries softened into tiny sniffles as the spell did it's work. You lifted yourself up with Willy's help while sloppily rubbing at the darkened spot.

“Oh yes, it’d leave some itching and for the spot and further treatment, you need to immediately go to the hospital wing. Ms. y/l/n and mr. Kim, you both are excused and for your foolishness, 100 points from slytherin.” Upon his command, your head snapped towards the man standing across the room in dishevelled state,probably matching your own,his hand clutching his wrist, eyes holding your gaze.

“Out!”

Nodding your head, you made your way out, the male following after you.

Either you were too slow in your steps or he was too brisk, but he seemed to be way ahead of you. Gripping your tingling and heavy hand, you were tracing his path when a pair of shoes met your vision, halting you in the middle of the corridor.

“It’s stinging y/n. We have to run!” and before you could reply, he was sprinting for the stairs, taking you with him.

“You both are in the same year?” the nurse asked, examining the burnt swans on your wrists.

“Yes” you both replied in unison, eyes meeting for a second before you averted your gazes. The head nurse noted something in her register before she went to extract some bandages and potions.

“is the skin still burning?" The nurse queried, taking doyoung's hand but he pulled his hand and pointed for you.

"She's more hurt. Check her first please" he mumbled, noticing your incessant scratching and ragged breathing. She shook her head and proceeded with the treatment.

"Why were you playing with the potions?" She scolded Doyoung while applying the healing potion.

"I wasn't!" Doyoung retorted as he straightened his back in defence. "It got spilled by mistake when I was finding seaho-RSES!" He screeched as the medicine stung.

"Seahorses are kept in see-through containers mr. Kim and don't you nincompoops know that golden marks are sensitive to heat. Why were you wearing a folded shirt in a potions class when clearly you were exposed t-

"The temperature madam!" Your eyes never left his face as you witnessed the misery he went through in the past few minutes and which you were going to experience in a few seconds.

"Give me your hand miss y/n"

The liquid ignited it again but as she massaged on it, the skin felt cooler than before and when she wrapped the white bandage, the sharp needles alleviated into cold jingling. You carefully glanced at doyoung through your peripheral vision only to find him staring at you with wide eyes. Saving yourself the humiliation, you tried to hide your face into your neck which only annoyed you further due to the wetness of your fresh tears mixing with sweaty moisture, creating what felt like a puddle but you endured it, calculating the weight of the outcomes.

"Do stop by every day for a change of bandage unless you want to live your whole life with black wrists which I clearly don't have any problem with kids!" She jested before leaving for her office.

You stayed seated beside doyoung, the newfound soulmate, wondering if he was as nervous as you were. Fisting your clammy hands, you mustered all the courage you could, ready to introduce yourself but the greeting travelled back through your throat when he hopped off the hospital bed and departed without uttering anything.

Your recently dried eyes were sprayed again with his callous action as millions thoughts ran through your throbbing head, heart constricting under the weight of silence.

Did the man for whom you deserted the whole world for, rejected you?

"HE DID WHAT?" Aria hollered and looming forward, slamming her hands down on the table. At her reactions, you felt your own anger bubbling again but the disorder generated by the recent incident and William's reasoning, you stopped yourself from forming any conclusion.

"Will you calm down."

"No willy, don't you want to rip that sly boy apart. How dare he! I’m going to- wait you told him before me! That's not fare." She whined, diverting her own attention.

“stop shouting aria. Let people eat in silence. An-and we don't know why he left. It could be--maybe he wanted to use the washroom or he wanted to hide his pai-

"Stop defending him willy or I'll pour this porridge over your head" willy pouted at her remark and slided down his chair to avoid her.

"Stop bickering and tell me what should i be doing now! I have a soulmate for god's sake!"

You had finally found the reason for your presence in the castle, your soulmate, kim doyoung and you didn’t know how to proceed.

"I guess wait y/n and at least you were saved from the awful odour of the gird today. Sicheng almost fainted in front of professor but that was a hilarious sight girl. You missed it" you saw rolling her eyes at the mention and you mirrored her reaction,resting your head on the table as Willy's ironic statement only intensified the pounding.

Wait! But for how long?

"YOUR FROG BRAIN DID WHAT?" Simmi jumped off the bed to face doyoung, her hand reaching for the transfiguration book.

"I-i- i got nervous!" He whined and cringed at his pathetic excuse. He was busy folding and unfolding his poor ear,apparently in nervousness, when his best friend thwacked his bicep with the heavy book.

He cried out loud, grasping his arm with one hand, “do you want to die!” he glowered at her.

“How could you miss your soulmate when she was right there in front of you for two years." She said before working on his arm again.

“I’m not the only one! She also missed me.” he reasoned, holding his hands up in refuge from her neverending attacks. “Wait!” he exclaimed, pondering over his words. “How could she not know I was her soulmate when almost everyone knows I've got a gold swan embroidered.” his face fell in despondency and the horrible and hurried conclusion his thoughts took him to. “Simmi what if she- what if she never wanted to find me and that-

“Merlin’s beard shut yourself up and mail your family. They need to know their baby boy is all grown up now!”

He nodded in acknowledgement of the suggestion but his wandering mind refused to rest until he was sure of his qualms.

Maybe he should wait! But for how long?

My love was sleeping, but there was fragrance in the air

Doyoung roamed around in circles, his heart unevenly drumming, body so warm under the strain of muddled thoughts that the moisture was seeping through the bandage. The response of his parents, lying on his bed in the form of a letter, had relieved him of the worries of any prospective opposition. Not that he didn’t know his family, he wasn't too convinced how their family would address the sudden revelation of his soulmate being a muggle. You were going to be the first muggle in his family and the first ravenclaw after his great grandmother. The first line of the letter “we are elated to know that your soulmate is a human and not your piano” had eased him for the remaining part. Now that the dragon was out of the dungeon, the subsequent troubles were giving him splitting migrains.

In the past week, he had tried to approach you after a painful shove from taeyong and simmi but he had to retreat due to your very malevolent comrades. The mental conversations he had with you continued to be in the confines of his head but nothing arrested him from searching for you in the crowds. You had always been there, in the same classes, in the great hall, in the corridors but you were nowhere when his eyes sought you. Just a week has passed and he found himself getting more and more conscious of your presence. He wanted to hijack and become a part of your convivial life yet he lacked the needed courage.

So he resorted to wearying his legs by moving around. Maybe Some blood rush from his branches to brain would give him some clarity.

By degrees, the thumping of his spirit corresponded to the swooshing of the sea creatures.

He might have been too young to fall in true love but slowly, he knew, he was falling for that little golden swan.

Hidden from the rest, you were completing your assignment when the chair besides you was drawn out. You raised your head with the intention of getting the chair vacated for your friends but watching the Kim doyoung occupying the seat, you shot up instantly,ready for your escape. Fumbling with the ink and books, you whirled around only to be stopped by the boy.

You glanced at him for a moment before pulling your hand ,which he was tugging at , back.

"Stay. Your friends won't be coming today. I won't say anything. Please" he requested with his doe eyes looking up in a hope to catch yours.

Wordlessly, you sat down.

He kept his promise.

No word was spoken that day or the next day or the next week.

The intense silence that engulfed you that day soon morphed into a tranquil one. The one of the familiarity, of the silent exchanges and of the growing unbreathed bond.

By the end of the month, the green leaves sacrificed themselves for the birth of fiery red ones as the days became shorter, the sun became mischievous and the gold on your wrists started gleaming more than ever.

One month later

“Gamps’ law of transformation? Didn’t we read it last year?” doyoung asked perplexedly, taking the reins of the conversation, again.

“Prof. told me to prepare an assignment which would be used for the younger students.” you replied sheepishly, dipping the quill in the ink.

“Pure ravenclaw” he muttered, looking lovingly at you. These days, he did it more often than he could count. He wanted to say more but the fear of your refusal always held him back.

“Not so much”

you heard his muttering! He wanted to pry further but saved it for a later discussion.

He shifted himself towards his own chair and worked on his sheet as the ticking of the grandfather clocks muddled with scratching of the quills filled the empty corner.

It wasn't home but it certainly felt like one!

Two months later

“Give us our y/n back” aria whisper yelled to taeyong.

“She’s doyoung’s soulmate, doyoung is my best friend hence she is my best friend as well.” taeyong retorted, dramatically flaring his nostrils.

“Don’t forget we live at the same place taeyong and simmi won’t be there to save you baboon face.” amused smiles adorned everyone’s faces as they saw both of them quarelling. Some things were always constant.

You sipped on your hot chocolate that warmed you up as you and doyoung went through the revision for the last exam. Without being asked, he helped you with his encyclopedic knowledge. you were grateful for his assistance but never said anything for you felt like the feather silence between you was too delicate to breach.

So you spoke through your eyes.

And he never failed to hear you.

Wrapping the scarf around your neck, you sprinted for the dining hall, tightly holding onto the white chocolates tightly.

At the end of the hallway, you saw another figure running over in the same state as you.

“Did you get shorter?” he said, grinning ear to ear. Glancing up at him, you scanned through his features, in case you had forgotten in the christmas holidays.

“This is for you!” you both said simultaneously, extending your hands

“Open it for me!” you requested.

Under the emerald covering was an elegant and vintage fountain pen, engraved and decorated with turquoise stones. “This is so beautiful.” you told him before taking it from him. You traced over the name kim carved onto the nib of the pen. You raised your brows in question to which he responded quickly , “it’s my great grandma’s. This is your Christmas gift from the Kim family. I know it’s small but you are invi-

“It’s precious. You are giving me a family heirloom when all i got are some homemade milk chocolates for you.” your smile faded as you avoided his sight.

“How did you know white chocolates are my favourite?” he exclaimed, a bit too loudly.

“Mom said you’d l-

Before you could complete your sentence, he prised the chocolate box out of your grip, sprinting for the great hall.

“OH KIM DOYOUNG! GIVE ME MY SHARE!”

YEAR - FOURTH

“Why are you always so quiet?”

“I’m never!” you defended yourself.

Doyoung didn’t know why he was talking about it now and here, out of all places, in front of whomping willow.

“Tell me!” he pressed.

“I talk to a few and it’s enough.”

“Do you know you are intimidating?” you raised your chin to scrutinise the sincerity in his words.

“I am not!”

“To those you don’t know you, you radiate passive energy. My slytherin friends wanted to introduce themselves but they got scared and ran away. Honestly, i was also a bit-

He trailed off, slouching on the bench as your eyes bored into his. His head hung low in apology for he knew, he must've crossed the line but for the first time, you decided to show him your dauntless side.

“Hogwarts did that to me.” you said, wearily. “I was happy with my parents, drawing and colouring in my art books when suddenly i was told that i’ve been living in a wrong way. That there is a secret magical place where i have a soulmate. I was angry because i had to leave everything behind. And then i was sorted into ravenclaw. And i was distorted when i found out that i wasn't smart enough for them. I couldn't solve the riddles! William was the one who showed me how to do it properly. It felt awful knowing that the only place that was supposed to be my home for next seven years wasn't the place where i belonged to.” you spoke calmly but doyoung felt your distress and let you continue without any interruptions.

“I was an eleven year old. I never wanted to fend for myself in a place full of strangers. I -i imagined my life to be a canvas full of colours that i wanted to design for myself. The borders, the paint, the drawing, i wanted to design it for me. But then an owl screeched and i felt like someone had shortened my canvas and after all these years, i feel it’s completely disappearing.” it sounded like someone snatched the life out of your voice. But your visage remained soft, drawing doyoung in.

“So you like art.” he asked with curiosity.

“Yes. i love art.” you said, eyes fixed at the movements of the branches of whomping willow.

“Can you please teach me?” he urged and within a second , the air filled with the fragrance of your happiness.

“ why wouldn’t I. what do you wanna do in future doyong? Aria wants to arithmancer, william would be a healer and sicheng, he would be a star quidditch player.”

“I don't want to worry about it right now. Let’s just live in today.” he answered back, smile gracing his lips at the thought of a future with you.

You both relished each other’s company until the temperature froze the both of you.

Removing a snowflake from your lashes, he made a promise to himself that he’d help you find something that’d put ice on all the bitter memories you had.

YEAR - FIFTH

THE GREAT HALL

“Doyoung’s got a howler!” yuta and simmi fist bumped each other, already too excited for the letter to be opened. Of all the howlers they have received, doyoung and yuta’s were record establishing and they expected mrs. kim to maintain the status quo this time as well.

The howler jumped in the air and as the seal opened, doyoung’s heart dropped at the voice. It was not from his mother but his sister and it shouted humiliation, if he was being polite towards her.

“MS. Y/N!”

You choked on the juice as you heard your name.

“MY DEAR TO-BE-SISTER-IN-LAW, HELLO! I’M IVET, THAT DENSE DUDE’S LITTLE SISTER. MUM HAS SENT YOU SOME ART SUPPLIES AND SHE WANTS TO KNOW IF YOU COULD PAINT HER SOMETHING TO DECORATE THE EMPTY WALL IN HER ROOM. SHE’D BE DELIGHTED AND IF YOU GET TIME,PLEASE DRAW SOMETHING FOR ME TOO. AND DOYIE BRO! BRING ME CHOCOLATE FROGS FROM THE TRAIN! SHOP FROGS DOESN'T TASTE THE SAME. FORGET THIS TIME AND I’D MAKE SURE YOU REGRET YOUR EXISTENCE. I hope we can meet soon ms. y/n. By.”

The howler exploded and so did the whole room. Several snorts, chuckles, happy curses were exchanged as doyoung lowered himself under the table to avoid the shame.

You checked your paint supplies attached with the howler and as your lips curved up, he knew what he was going to pursue in his life.

Your happiness and immortality.

When i found you, there was magic

“Mr. kim if you wish to ogle at ms.y/l/n instead of paying attention to my words then i’d suggest please fail your o.w.l.s so i don’t have to face your affection filled face from next year.” prof snape growled, throwing the head of vial on doyoung’s face.

He was going to fail potions, you thought gesturing him to apologise.

“And 20 points from slytherin and 10 points from ravenclaw!” you both ducked your heads in an instant, forcing a poker face to save yourself from further trouble.

When i found you, rain smelled good

YEAR - SIXTH

When i found you, desires awakened

“No simmi! This is a slytherin dungeon. I cannot go inside!” you warned simmi, who, all of a sudden was adamant on showing you her room, at midnight.

“I love you but please don’t call this a dungeon.” she held out her hand before you could correct her. “Yes i know this is practically a dungeon but we call it seascape. Close your ears, you don’t wanna hear the password. You nodded, palming your ears.

“Yutaisthegreatestbeingintheworld” you snickered as she recited the words.

“Our prefect is a dung brain so please excuse.”

Door opened to darkness but a dim light slowly floated towards you as you walked inside “Nox” your wand rose high up in the air. You made out doyoung’s figure and before you could calculate, the whole room resonated with a syncless birthday song.

And you knew, you were enthralled by this boy.

You heard my prayers, you answered my heart’s call

“I love you aria. Would you give me the honour of being the snitch of your life?” sicheng, aria’s ravenclaw soulmate confessed to her with a promise ring.

“The ice prince finally melted!” You and william, hands joined, jumped in joy as you watched aria’s eyes glistened with glee.

You rushed upstairs to find doyoung as you forsaw the end of your wait.

Panting heavily, you dragged doyoung out of prof’s room, his step gracefully flowing with yours in a instant.

“What are yo-

“What do you smell in amortentia?” you stopped abruptly and asked him, gasping for air.

“Wh-a-t” he giggled nervously, his hand patting his chest to control his own breathing. “What has gotten ov-

“Answer me kim doyoung.” you whispered, strictly.

He was quiet but you understood the stillness of his heart veiled by the thumping and you felt him losing his composure when his hands cupped your face,

"I-i smelled white chocolate, lovely lillies-

"Hurry up Kim." You hit his chest with your fist with requirement of the answer.

He chuckled, his bunny teeth enlightening his chiselled face while he looked at you like you were something special to him and you no more just wanted to feel it. You wanted him to say it, express it like he did when he read the poetry from your book or like the random scribbles on his notebooks. You wanted him to move on from the shy glances and profess that you were his and he was yours.

he licked his lips as he gulped harshly before continuing,

"And you. You-your hair. Your lavender scent. Your innocence. Your d-dreams. Your colours. Your paints yo-

Pulling him by his tie, you placed your lips on his soft ones, leaving them with a smack. His hands wrapped around your waist to embrace you in the warmest hug you'd ever received from a loved one. As your head laid on his chest, you heard his heartbeat for the first time, making you feel closer to him than ever.

"How would i ever requite your love Kim doyoung" you asked, closing your eyes.

"Maybe a portrait would do!"

Kim doyoung became the canvas of your life,giving you the liberty to paint him in your colours and your love and you became the smudged ink to his enchanted diary, without whom he would've failed to fill the pages.

You'd grow old but the swans born out of you would tell the stories of the years gone by.

#neowritingsnet #nct-writers #kafenetwork #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct x reader #doyoung fluff #doyoung scenarios #doyoung imagines #nct fluff #doyoung soulmate au #nct soulmate au #doyoung x reader #nct dream #nct hogwarts au #hogwarts fanfiction #doyoung hogwarts au #nct angst #doyoung angst

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edie-k · 3 years ago

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Greener Pastures (Lavender Brown/Mystery Character, Romione, Hinny, Deamus, PG-13)

Title: Greener Pastures

Pairing: Lavender Brown/Mystery Character, Romione, Hinny, Deamus, Past Lavender/Ron, Past Lavender/Seamus

Rating: PG-13 for language

Summary: At Harry and Ginny's engagement party, Lavender bemoans her single status to a mystery man.

Author's Note: Well, here's an obscure ship for you. Thanks to @adenei for her feedback and kind words!

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“I think that proves that for all the complaining I’ve done, Harry, I mean it when I say you are the only one I thought was good enough for my sister,” Ron said from the front of the room, to a chorus of laughter. “So let’s raise a glass to the newly engaged couple!”

From her seat at the bar, Lavender made a face and threw back the remaining contents of her tumblr. Parvati, who was seated next to her, joined the crowd in applauding and cheering Harry and Ginny.

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“That was a nice speech,” commented Parvati.

“Oh, just the best,” muttered Lavender, trying to catch the bartender’s eye.

Parvati shook her head. “I just spotted Adam’s sister. I wanted to ask her about what the expectations are for dress code and stuff at his grandmother’s. All Adam said when I asked him was ‘Whatever’s fine.’ We’re going abroad to meet an entire side of your family I have never met in all the time we’ve been together and you’re telling me whatever is fine.”

“Mmm hmm,” Lavender said, still trying to signal for a drink.

“Are you going to be okay if I-”

“Yes, yes,” said Lavender, sighing. “I’m fine. Sorry if I’m being a drag. Just… that news earlier and then all this… happiness. Go get the dish from Mara so we can go shopping tomorrow.”

Parvati squeezed her friend’s arm before hopping off the stool and wading through the crowd to find Mara. The bartender finally made his way over to her and began to mix her another drink without a word.

At least Adam was out of town on business for the weekend so Lavender didn’t have to third wheel with her best friend and her boyfriend. Because that would have been the only thing more depressing than going to an engagement party with your platonic best friend.

The bartender nudged the glass back to her and she nodded her head in thanks as he made his way back down the bar.

“Is this seat taken?”

Lavender glanced up and met the gaze of a man she’d never seen before.

“Uh, no, be my guest,” she said. “Although be warned that I am shitty company.”

The man chuckled as he sat down on the stool. “I highly doubt that but I’m game to find out.”

Lavender looked at him again. She didn’t recognize him, which was shocking because even though the venue was full, Lavender had thought she would know everyone here. Harry and Ginny were obviously incredibly popular so they had kept tight controls on who was included on the guest list.

The man signaled for the bartender and Lavender took the opportunity to give him a once over. The guy was huge - not in an overweight or bodybuilder type way. He was just tall and solid. Other than her first boyfriend, her preference was tall guys. She was 5”8’ herself and preferred to wear heels when she could so aesthetically, it was nice for her companion to have some height. Nice eyes, cute face. He had dark blond hair and was dressed in a dark blue Muggle button down shirt and black trousers with no robes. Since the war had ended, Muggle style had become popular with the wizards in her age group. Harry, who was raised by Muggles, was always more comfortable in that style of clothing and Ron, who she knew was dressed primarily by Hermione and Hermione’s mum, followed suit. And whatever that little Trio did, everyone else did and for Merlin’s sake, Ron Weasley was now a fucking fashion icon. Lavender took a big swig of her drink.

“It’s a nice party,” said the man. Lavender nodded as the bartender approached. “I’ll have whatever she’s having.”

The bartender made another drink before placing it in front of the man. He went to reach for his pocket when Lavender noticed a look of panic cross his face. Before she could say anything, the bartender waved him away. “Mr. Potter has the tab covered tonight.”

“Well,” he said, his face relaxed again. He turned back to Lavender. “Should we follow Red’s instructions and toast the happy couple?” The two clinked glasses. “It was a nice speech.”

Lavender snorted.

“You disagree?”

“I’d have thought his wife wrote it for him but there was too much swearing for her to have had a hand,” Lavender said. Then she wiped the palms of her hands down her face. “Ugh, ignore me. It actually was a very touching and funny speech. I’m just in an ugly mood and I have a bit of a history with Ron so I’m being mean for no reason.”

“You dated him?” the man guessed. She nodded. “Huh, he said in the speech that he’d loved his wife since he was 13.”

“And I dated him when we were 16 so…”

“Hence the ugliness,” finished the man.

“Hence the ugliness,” Lavender repeated. “I’m over it, really. Hermione and I shared a room for six years and are better friends now than we ever were at school. As for Ron, that was just some stupid school kid bullshit on both our parts. It’s more that I didn’t realize that my only opportunity to find love was going to be at Hogwarts. If I had known that, I’d have made better choices or… maybe taken Arithmancy to secure a better paying job to support my lonely life.”

“What do you mean?” the man asked.

“Everyone I know, they’re married or engaged or about to be engaged to the person that they dated at Hogwarts. Harry and Ginny dated at school, Neville and Hannah somehow started to date during our last year during the war. My best friend Parvati and her boyfriend dated our sixth year at Hogwarts and then he fled with his Muggle family overseas but they started right back up again when he came back to England. See that girl over there, the pregnant one?”

The man nodded.

“That’s Parvati’s sister. That’s her second kid cooking. She’s married to her prefect partner, Anthony. I guess technically, Ron and Hermione didn’t date at Hogwarts but -”

“He’s loved her since he was 13,” the man said amused.

“Yeah. I’m the only one that couldn’t make it out with a relationship intact.” she moaned, taking another drink.

“I’m sure that’s not true.”

Lavender took another long drink and contemplated his statement. “You know what? You’re right. Ginny, she also had a relationship that didn’t work out. Do you see that tall bloke over in the corner that she’s talking to?”

The man glanced in the direction Lavender was referring to. “Uh, yeah.”

“That’s Dean. He was the guy that Ginny dated before Harry. Now, do you see that cute little Irishman standing next to Dean?”

The man nodded.

“That’s Seamus. He was my ex-boyfriend before Ron. And now he’s Dean’s husband. Met in school, by the way.”

“Oh,” said the man, taken aback.

Lavender narrowed her eyes. “Do you have a problem with that? Because despite the fact that Seamus is just one more example of my inability to keep a boyfriend, I will defend those men and their amazing relationship to the death from any bigot that threatens it.”

“No, no!” the man sputtered. “I’m just… I went to an all-boys school and I knew gay guys but they all hid it and I’m just not used to people being open about it. It’s fine - more than fine. Good for them! I mean, hey, they found each other and are leaving more beautiful women for the rest of us, right?”

“Merlin, I wish I could find a beautiful woman,” Lavender moaned, burying her face in her hands. The bartender seemed to take this as a signal that she needed another drink and provided her with a refill.

“Oh, are you… interested in women?” she heard him ask.

“No,” she moaned. “You must think I’m insane.” Lavender put both her hands on the man’s arm that was closest to her. “I promise that I am not hung up on some school romance from five years ago. It’s just that, if you knew Seamus or Ron at Hogwarts… did you know Seamus or Ron at Hogwarts?”

The man shook his head.

“Okay, so if you knew them, you would know that they were both totally immature prats. After I broke up with Seamus, I thought he was the worst boyfriend ever. He was always running off to spend time with his mates, talking about Quidditch, no interest in spending time with me, dumb jokes. But then, then I dated Ron, who was even worse than him. The only thing he wanted to do with me was snog and I think that was some weird power move with Hermione or his sister… who knows. I have to be way more drunk to psychoanalyze Ron Weasley. Anyway, the last month we were together, he didn’t even try to hide the fact that he wanted to ditch me for Hermione but was just too much of a coward. And yet somehow, both of those idiots ended up married before me! And it’s not like they got married to some random person that they knocked up after a one night stand. Ron eloped with his wonderful, talented, brilliant best friend that he was in love with all through school and the entire time we were dating and Seamus… oh for Godric’s sake.”

Lavender paused in her tirade for a moment. “Seamus also married his wonderful, talented, brilliant best friend that he was probably in love with all through school AND the entire time we were dating. How am I just realizing that?” Lavender groaned, banging her head on the bar.

“Can wizards knock up other wizards?” asked the man. Lavender looked up at him and burst into laughter.

“Oh, thank you for that,” she giggled. “I was spiralling.”

“Uh, yeah, no worries,” said the man, shifting in his seat.

“It’s just that this dating stuff is really hard. The wizarding world is so small, you know? I think it’s why everyone locks in with their soulmate at school, ” Lavender commiserated.

“Have you ever considered dating like, outside the wizarding world?” the man asked.

Lavender shook her head. “How could I? It’s tough enough here. After all the Prophet spotlights on battle injuries and such, everyone knows how I got all these awful scars on my face but it still takes a certain type of man to look past them. And I’m sure there are Muggles that aren't shallow about them either but they would ask how I got them. How would I explain them to a Muggle? I can’t just say ‘Oh during a war at my school, a werewolf tried to rip me to shreds. But don’t worry, I’m not a werewolf although I have some side effects from it.’ They’d think I was insane.”

“Uh, yeah, that does sound a bit… daunting,” the man admitted, looking a bit pale.

“I mean, I’m still a catch. I’m funny, I have a great rack, I make excellent scones, and I’m amazing in bed.” At that comment, she heard the man next to her choke a little and she stifled a smile to continue on. “And even if I could get away with not explaining it to a man, once I meet his family, there’s no way. In my experience, mothers are always trying to find a reason to hate the woman that’s dating their special baby boy. I can’t imagine a Muggle mother taking very kindly to a literal witch with werewolf scars.”

“Yes,” sighed the man before giving a little chuckle. “I can certainly see that. And with all of the, you know, war stuff, I can see where you wish you had a school sweetheart.”

Lavender shook her head and drained the rest of her drink. “Seamus and Ron are just easy targets. I really am not hung up on them. This is about Don.”

“Who’s Don?”

“Don is my last boyfriend. We dated exclusively for eight months and he was so fun and thoughtful and generous. But he never said I love you. He kept telling me that he was too young to settle down and, I believed that he thought that. I really did. So we split in December because we wanted different things.”

“Ah,” said the man. “Seems sensible.”

“And then this morning, I see it in The Daily Prophet.”

“See what?”

“His engagement announcement,” she wailed, throwing herself on the bar again and almost upsetting her glass.

The man patted her on the shoulder. “Oh God, I’m sorry.”

“Do you know how long they’ve been dating?” Lavender asked.

“Eight months?” ventured the man.

“FIVE!” Lavender cried.

“Maybe he knocked her up?” suggested the man.

Lavender looked up at him and burst into laughter again. “Merlin, you’re funny. Why am I whinging about all these dolts I’ve surrounded myself with when I should get to know you better?”

“Yeah?” said the man with a grin.

“Yes,” she said. “I mean, if you want-”

“Of course,” he interrupted. “A funny, beautiful woman wants to get to know me better - the answer is always yes. I do need a refill. Do you want one? You’re not driving home, are you?”

Lavender giggled.

The man shook his head and looked embarrassed. “Oh, right, you wouldn’t be driving. You would uh - ”

“You must be a Muggle born. Do- I mean, I’ve heard others say that before. Those habits die hard.”

“Actually,” the man took a deep breath. “I’m a Muggle.”

Lavender’s jaw dropped. “How the fuck does a Muggle get invited to the engagement party of the Chosen One and a pureblood Quidditch player?”

“Well, Harry’s my cousin,” the man said. “My name’s Dudley.”

***************

“Do you see that over there?” asked Hermione, nudging Ron. He turned away from his conversation with Neville and Charlie to see what his wife was gesturing to across the room.

“Is that Dudley Dursley chatting up Lavender?” Ron asked, as his eyes landed on the sight before him.

“It appears to be,” said Hermione. “Merlin, they are really flirting. Should we go over there and say something? A warning or...?”

“Right,” said Ron. “Absolutely we should. Which one of them are we warning?”

#lavender brown #lavender deserved better #side hinny #romione fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #romione #deamus #hp fanfic

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indigobackfire · 3 years ago

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The Amplifier

On a tiring day, Indigo and Barnaby discover a connection between them, a connection beyond their control.

Thought I was joking when I said I'm embracing Seer!Barnaby? I wasn't 🤡 Very loosely inspired by a concept in Shadow and Bone (which I haven’t read nor watched) and just a burst of inspiration I had.

Timeline: Year 7

Word count: 4400+

Shipping: Indigo x Barnaby (broken up).

CW: Just tired teens with headaches, big book canon deviations, yer usual angst, an attempt at Scottish speaking, my good old melodrama.

Barnaby's mind blinks. Like a hot white light washing every thought away into complete emptiness.

Then whiplash — it all comes back like the blink of an eye, every memory, thought, idea, desire, and feeling cramped back into his head in a pounding ache. He holds the edge of the table, his hands are sweating, his whole body sweating, wet at the small of his back, down his forehead, under his arms.

"Are you feeling alright, Barney?" Aspen frowns, hand holding a spoon still in her porridge. The colors are drastically different — Aspen's eyes an icy blue, Mrs. Lee the same forest green as his —, yet the worry in them reminds Barnaby of his mother.

"I guess I'm feeling hot, that's all." He wipes his hands on his trousers, noticing his fingers tingling numb, fingertips red. He fans his neck before taking a sip of his orange juice.

"Maybe you got a fever." She stretches across the table to rest her hand against his forehead. "Damn, yer sweating... and burning."

With a full mouth, Merula looks up from her cereal. "Why do you treat him like he's a child?”

Aspen contorts her face before looking at Merula. "Ah ken the concept must be foreign to you, but friends care for each other."

He fills his mouth with a spoonful of scrambled eggs and massages his temples "Guys, it's too early to fight."

"Yeah, shut the hell up," Ismelda adds. "We have Divination next, you can take a nap there, don't worry."

"Why didn't I take divination?” Merula says to herself. “Sounds so easy. I have Arithmancy next."

"You'd hate it," Ismelda answers straight.

"How you so sure?"

"As soon as Trelawney tells you that you don't 'possess the gift of sight', you'd want to throw the crystal ball at her head."

"Gift of sight, complete rubbish. As if I believe Barnaby, of all people has it. I bet Trelawney herself doesn't have it, everyone says she’s a fraud."

Barnaby eats another spoonful of his breakfast to stop himself from responding — as many doubts as he has about what Trelawney said about him, he wanted to ask his ‘friend’ what made him so unworthy of possessing such power, something he'd be born with. But he doesn't need to ask, he already knows the answer.

She sounded an awful lot like his father.

"Dinnae listen to her, Barney," Aspen says glaring at Merula, "she's jealous she got nothing special to her."

"I’m only the most powerful witch in Hogwarts. Why do I still sit with you guys?"

"Because nobody else could stand to sit with the ‘most powerful witch in Hogwarts’!"

"Aspen, please,” Barnaby says, placing his hand over hers, “dinnae mind what she says."

---

The air in the Divination classroom is heavy this morning, not only from the usual smell of herbs and must, but also from the dozens of incenses aromatizing and overwhelming the air — they'd be studying Libanomancy, the art of interpreting incense smoke and ashes, a tricky type of divination seventh-year students learned.

Indigo arrives late, not an unusual sight ever since the year had started. Barnaby didn’t know much since their interactions were still rusty from the previous year's happenings, but Aspen told him enough for him to know she wasn't doing okay. As always, a secret organization was after her neck for reasons he couldn't even fathom what for, and her brother hopped from trouble to trouble, not to mention her Legilimency growing ever more out of her control and made a mess of her mind, making her lose countless nights of precious sleep.

He watches as she joins Chiara on the other side of the stands, and at the very edge of his skin he feels the urge to touch her, fingertips tingling, perhaps caress her hair, or touch the exposed skin of her arms. He rubs his eyes off the thought, but it still rings in shades of red, a tightening in his chest — he missed her like crazy.

Class begins and he can't sleep as Ismelda had suggested earlier. Every now and then his mind would keep on blinking with the same white-hot intensity from breakfast, in different colors now. He sits on the highest table with Jae and watches the smoke swirling over his black hair who had fallen asleep as usual, annotating without much thought.

The smoke spoke to him, whispy sighs from the future, words brushing against his mind like kisses of dandelion petals, he allowed his hand to work without processing anything being said. It was all too soft and easy against the saturated lights of his mind. Trelawney could sense his disquiet and hovered less around him than she usually did — as one of the few students she claimed to have the sight, she usually made sure to push him harder than the others.

On the other side of the room, Indigo doesn’t seem much better than him.

It had been like that ever since she woke up, trying to tame her powers while a numbing headache stole her every thought away from her grasp. She couldn't possibly pay attention to the activity in hand, words going up in smoke as she read them. Chiara, who was sharing the table with her, dictated something for her to write down just so she would get to the end of class without a blank paper.

Trelawney had warned her of both her late arrival and her aching head the previous class while Indigo tried to decipher what the broken egg in front of her tried to show. Yet, for some reason, Indigo always dismissed her predictions. Yes, she had said several truths to them, and yet Indigo grew more and more skeptical with the years.

Nevertheless, Indigo wasn't sloppy about Divination, while she doesn't possess the Sight, she believes she has a knack for the subject and had a good time putting the books' guidance to work. But that day it just wasn't cutting it.

Bell rang after what felt like a lifetime for both of them — Indigo put her hair up with her wand and Barnaby had taken his sweater off, the temperature in the classroom not helping.

"Oh, what a shame, children. Give yourselves time to descend back into the physical world, put out your incense sticks, and please keep your parchments." She put out her own incense. "Next term we shall continue under lighter circumstances. I sensed this would be a tricky day."

Left and right, the class started to pack up in desperation to leave the steamy classroom.

"Miss Tonks? When you lose your assignment, it'll be under your bed. Oh and watch out for that armor in the lower east corridor, Mr. Filch might be passing by."

Barnaby wakes up Jae with a kick to the ankle before standing up without another word, he goes down the stands joining the cramming of students below.

Indigo's throat tightens with sickness in the confusion, the smell of cinnamon incense seems to take every hollow inch of her body and it overwhelms her beyond what she can describe, the floor beneath her spinning.

To her luck or perhaps misfortune, Barnaby’s near when her body begins shutting down, his strong hands holding her arm and shoulder despite him feeling the weakest in a long while.

It sounds like a bang snap hitting the ground when their skins touch making eyes turn their way, a shock shooting across their bodies, simultaneously waking them up and turning them blank, books they had in hand falling to the ground. Their eyes glowed a soft and odd light, unblinking. On their faces a mixture of calm and angry.

“Indigo? You alright?” Chiara asks, touching her shoulder, but she doesn't respond.

Instead, hers and Barnaby’s hands meet, face to face, stares locked, the weirdness of the scene driving the others to take a step back yet keep on looking at the two. Trelawney was about to ask what was that all about when Indigo and Barnaby’s hands clasp, his grip on hers making his knuckles turn white, muscles bulging and veins popping on his forearm.

His mouth moves but it’s from hers the words come out, voice metallic, accent thick.

As one’s eternity comes to its halt, the soulless seeks for its start, mouth full of dust inhabiting the vermins of the earth. As the seventh month dies, his servant will reach out for the alchemy but the servant won’t find.

And when day is longer than night, the Heir of Slytherin in shame shall rise, from the guts of the Raven, quenched by the blood of the innocent.

And the son of Lion and Snake will rise as his equal and tear Raven and Heir alike... with lightning and fire. And after bruised head and bruised heel, the servant shall meet its end, master roaming alone again.

When the prophecy ends, their bodies give in as if all the bones in them had vanished, he pulling her his way since his grip was still tight around her hands, landing with a hard thump on the carpet, missing Trelawney’s collection of teacups by little. Indigo’s body drapes over his, head fallen on the rug — they look more dead than alive.

Phoenix who had been blocked by the crowd of curious students breaks through the wall of people and falls to his knees beside them with a chill in his gut. “Indigo? Indigo! Professor? What happened—”

“Worry not, dear boy, they’re alright. Give them a moment to emerge back to us.” She watches them dumbfounded, unsure where to place her hands, she’s more than certain it had been a prophecy and is ecstatic about being right about Barnaby’s sight — yet Indigo’s presence confused her.

“Are we just gonna watch them nap or are we gonna do something?” Ismelda says stepping forward.

And perhaps, Trewlaney’s excitement had fogged her Inner Eye from predicting Ismelda’s next move of taking a teapot with cold tea and turning over their heads waking them up with a deep gasp.

“Mel!” Phoenix shouts, having some tea splattered on him, as the rest of the class either sighs in relief or laughs.

“It’s raining, gah!” Barnaby exclaims looking to all sides, tea in his nose and eyes, stopping when he notices the weight over him, eyes widening at the red hair now drenched in lavender tea. “Indigo?”

She tries to prop herself up, failing as both her hands feel like they have been stepped on by an Abraxan, then noticing by the heat and firm softness under her it wasn’t the floor or a cushion she was atop of. She goggles at Barnaby for a moment, his face acquiring a blush. “What happened?” Her voice is slightly hoarse.

“Yer guess is as good as mine.”

“You had a vision or… something like that,” Phoenix says making her turn. He takes her by the arms and helps her sit up. Indigo wishes she could hide under one of the tables when she notices the audience surrounding them. “You feeling alright?”

“Yes. My throat hurts and my hands... but I’m fine.” Even her headache seemed to have improved, fading from a pounding ache to a faint discomfort. She glances at Barnaby who looked back at her confused, his mind too seemed to be settling down, then back at her brother. “So you’re saying he had a vision—”

“Yes,” Trelawney exclaims making everyone jump at the spot, “he had the vision. But you… You’re a Legilimens, am I correct?” Indigo nods. “Have you entered his mind before?”

“Yes, he helped me practice when I first discovered my powers back in fifth year.”

Sybil brings a finger to her lips. “Then I’m correct… collect your belongings, my dears, we have to go the Headmaster immediately.”

---

Their departure wasn’t as quick as Trelawney had wished, as first, she had to disband the inquisitive crowd, then Indigo had to visit Madam Pomfrey to check on her hands who seemed to bend in awkward directions and causing pain that prevented her from even moving them, a dislocation easily fixed — “As strong as Mr. Lee is, he’s not strong enough to break your hand.”

But before they left for the Hospital Wing, she made sure to send one of the students before them to warn Dumbledore of their visit.

Even though they were the same height if not taller than Trelawney, her step was twice as quick as theirs, leaving the pair always a little behind. She made noises of excitement and mumbled things to herself, none had ever seen her this cheerful.

“You think we’re in trouble?” Barnaby asks in a whisper, he held both his and Indigo’s saddlebag which he insisted on carrying.

“I hope not. But she looks happy…”

“Professor Snape looks happy sometimes when he puts us in detention.”

“Well, he’s an exception. Besides, we’ve done nothing wrong.” She notices him fidgetting with his rings and pulls his hand to hold it — they’re warm against her —, looking him in the eye. “We’ve done nothing wrong.”

When they reach the door to Dumbledore’s office, the room’s under a warm orange light, the Headmaster standing with other two men, one short with greying blonde hair wearing a cream-colored trenchcoat and the other tall with brown hair, a dark green cape over his shoulders.

Recognizing not only the cape but also the figure, Indigo rushes to him and wraps her arms around him from the back. He’s startled, about to reach for his wand when he spots the mane of red hair and starts laughing.

“Oh, mah wee bairn,” Palmer says softly, turning around and returning the hug, laying kisses on her hair. “Feels like forever since I last saw you.”

She looks up at him. “What brings you here, pa?”

Indigo didn’t know much of her father’s job, in fact, she knew close to nothing about what happened in the Department of Mysteries, but had heard rumors, about prophecies and dark researches, so it wasn’t an extreme surprise for her to see the Ministry involved in her endeavors, but a delightful thing to see him there.

He releases her. “We are about to find out. Oh, and Barnaby! How you doing, lad?”

Barnaby smiles sheepishly. “I’m quite well, Mr. Silverwood.”

“As I see, there’ll be no need for introductions,” Dumbledore says. “Professor Trelawney, these are Palmer Silverwood, and Houston Walsh, Unspeakables.”

“So it’s them?” The blond man asked directing to Trelawney. “Are they your witnesses?”

“No, I am theirs,” she says proudly.

Palmer looks down at his daughter with worry. “Since when are you a seer, darling?”

“I’m not. Professor Trelawney says Barnaby is, but me…”

“I got an explanation for that—” She starts excitedly, but is cut off.

Mr. Walsh moves impatiently. “Please, let us see the prophecy first.”

“No, it is important I first explain why two people might prophet together.”

He looks at Dumbledore, but Albus doesn’t object nor takes his tender eyes from the professor, and sullenly gestures for her to proceed. She steps closer to Barnaby and holds him by the shoulders. “Indigo is his Amplifier.”

“I’m sorry?” Palmer asks.

She raises a small black book she had in her bag and hands it to Dumbledore. “This is one of the very few pieces of literature that mentions them, if you wish to read it, as Amplifiers are just as rare as Seers themselves. An Amplifier must obligatorily be a Legilimens, a powerful legilimens should I mention, and they work as a strengthener of the Seer’s powers.”

“So you’re saying seers and legilimens have a connection?” Mr. Welsh asks with a confused frown.

“On rare occasions. From what I’ve read so far, not only the legilimens has to be powerful, most cases a born Legilimens which is exceptional in itself, but also know the mind of their partner well. Indigo told me, she had entered Barnaby’s mind to improve her powers, seen through the veils of his inner eye.”

Mr. Walsh turns to her. “Have you, Miss Silverwood? Did Mr. Lee simply open his mind to you?”

She nods, but it’s him to respond. “We were dating at the time and I had nothing to hide.”

“I can confirm that, Houston,” Palmer says giving Barnaby a half-smile.

“Alright, and what are the implications of this?”

“They’re young but they possess great potential together. They could stir revolution in the field of divination and I know for a fact that is the Department of Mysteries that studies this field.”

“I’m sorry, professor, but no,” Palmer says holding Indigo closer.

“Palmer?” Mr Welsh calls noting the firmness in his coworker’s voice.

“But Mr. Silverwood, you’re aware the number of seers has declined significantly and—”

“Yes, professor, I’m very aware but, first, such matters shall not be discussed outside the Department, second, my daughter is not gonna be part of any study. She already has to deal with enough because of her Legilimency and… other things.”

“Dad, everybody knows about the vaults.”

“I wouldn’t want to participate either,” Barnaby says before anybody else could step in. “I really like having the Sight but not much being a Seer. I have nightmares and I get sweaty and… I wouldn’t want to put Indigo through that again.”

She walks up to him. “You didn’t put me through anything, it’s not our fault we were born this way. But yeah, sorry professor, but we don’t wanna know more about this. It’ll be just like my legilimency, the more I discovered the more intense it got. And I wanna be able to touch Barnaby…” She clears her throat, that hadn’t sound right, “...shake hands, without the inconvenience of having a vision every time.”

“And we don’t even know if it was a real prophecy or—”

“I know a prophecy when I see one, Mr. Lee!” Trelawney says offended.

Dumbledore walks to a corner of the room and all watch as he does, he presses his fingers on the wall, and a compartment opens exposing a hollow stone that resembled a sink. He looks at Trelawney, “Professor, please.”

She walks to him, and bringing her wand to her temple, pulls out a whisp of soft orange light and drops it inside the stone. Palmer and Houston approach it, and uncertain of what to do, Indigo and Barnaby follow their lead, finding themselves a spot to look into the stone.

There the memory began on the smooth surface of the water, Indigo’s voice echoing the words she had earlier pronounced without realizing, none of it making sense to her, but the furrowed brows amongst the men made her sure they, at least partially, knew what it was about.

When it’s over Palmer exchanges a glance with his partner, then looks at Dumbledore. “You think this is about…”

“Yes,” Dumbledore answers, straightening his back.

“Wouldn’t they need to be near someone involved with the prophecy for it to happen?” Mr. Walsh asks folding his arms.

“Not necessarily… Some way it was triggered. But how… I don’t think we’ll find out.”

“Either way,” Dumbledore continues, “I see enough parallels to confirm this is authentic.”

“Could we know what this is about?” Indigo snaps.

Palmer caresses her hair with a griefful face. “I’m sorry, Dee, we cannot.”

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After Barnaby and Indigo sign a term of acknowledgment and secrecy, and father and daughter exchange farewells, Dumbledore releases them from going to class for the rest of the day. To avoid being caught by their friends and be asked any questions they wouldn’t be able nor allowed to answer, they retreat to Hagrid’s hut only telling him they’d be free for the rest of the day and wanted to spend the afternoon with him.

A gleeful Hagrid offers them tea and homemade bread — hardened enough to hit someone with, but Barnaby managed to chew with some struggle while Indigo politely refused — and after some conversation, leaves them upon an owl sent request by professor Kettleburn for him to fetch some more ration, promising to be back soon.

“Do you think it was about me?” Barnaby asks, watching her stir the cauldron from where he sat by the table.

Hagrid’s hut was crowded with ripe pumpkins and since Hagrid promised to be back with some duck to roast, she thought it’d be a good idea to prepare some pumpkin mash, using any lost seasoning she could find in his cabinets.

She glances at him over her shoulder. “What?”

“The prophecy. Heir of Slytherin…”

“I dinnae think so. Are you even descent from Slytherin?”

He thinks for a moment. “Nae. If we were, my father would’ve let me know, let everyone know.”

“Besides that’s the only thing that could’ve been related to you. All the rest… makes absolutely no sense at all.”

“Son of Lion and Snake…”

“Yeah. Must be… Gryffindor and Slytherin. Maybe some lad that’s the son of parents who belonged to those houses.”

He gets up to stand beside her, but she doesn’t see him smiling at her. “Well, it is talking about the future.”

“Obviously. What is yer point?”

“Forget it. But this changes… things between us.”

She looks at his puppy eyes. “No, Barnaby, it doesn’t. On the contrary, it’s more incentive to stay apart. I’ll make your life hell if these prophecies continue happening.”

“It's already been hell without ye.”

“Isn't being my friend enough?”

“Not when I want to hold you and...” He takes yet another step closer. “I dinnae care about the prophecies, I’ll still be a seer with or without them.”

She swallows hard. “Us touching… it set it off.”

“Yer father talked about something else triggering it.”

“And we dinnae ken what it was.”

He brushes a strand of her hair away from her face, back of his fingers skiming against her cheekbone. “I prefer the prophecies over… over the opposite.”

She looks at him, faces centimeters apart. “What opposite?”

Eyes moving from lips to eyes, Indigo knew what he's about to do but doesn’t stop him when holds her face, touch as electrifying as earlier, leaning her face against his palm, rings pressed against the soft of her cheek, his breath against the skin of her lips when the door slams open.

Barnaby blows her eye instinctively and Indigo draws her face back in surprise. “There, it’s gone the… the speck.”

“Thanks, smartass,” she whispers wiping droplets of spit off her face.

Barnaby laughs and she can’t help but laugh with him. Hagrid’s holding the plucked duck by its neck, smiling at them. “Been a long time since I last saw you two laughing.”

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A few days earlier.

“This place is incredible,” Barnaby says looking from left to right trying to process everything before him — mountains and mountains of junk and paraphernalia. with that wondrous sight, Sickleworth tried breaking free of Barnaby’s tight hold. “How didn’t I find it earlier?”

“Well, I found it like everyone else usually does, running from Filch. But I’ve heard it can transform into any type of room you need if you know what I mean,” she says elbowing him on the arm.

“What do you mean?”

She chuckles. “Nothing. But yeah, it’s awesome, but also especially dusty and terrible for my allergies, let’s try to be quick. Go straight down and I’ll go that way.”

Barnaby and Aspen had gone there to try and find a new cage for her owl as the previous one caught an especially destructive spell accidentally sent by her roommate.

“Try and see if you can find a cage,” Barnaby says to the niffler knowing well the creature could understand him, “they’re usually silvery or metal, you should spot one easily. But don’t go too far, I’ll get you a snack after we’re out of here.”

He releases Sickleworth and in mere seconds the creature is out of view. Despite it stealing his rings more than one occasion, Barnaby liked to keep the niffler around, dividing its care between him, Liz, Charlie, and Indigo — whenever she handed Sickleworth it smelled like her and, to his roommates’ despair, he brought it to sleep with him, the scent bringing her to life in his dreams.

Far away he hears the clink clank of both Aspen far away and Sickleworth near, more than once getting distracted by crystal balls in curious patterns, ancient-looking brooms, sandglasses whose sand went up and back down, many unfinished paintings he’d love to show Badeea, and other several things he feels more than tempted to take.

Not much longer, Sickleworth is back pulling at the hem of his trousers, holding something silvery in its paw, Barnaby picks him up to give what it looked like a tiara a better look, Sickleworth having shoved half of it into his pouch, but Barnaby is quicker and manages to snatch it before he could completely have it.

A terrible shiver spreads across his body when his hands touch the silver of the diadem, knowing just by that it is heavily cursed — playing with cursed artifacts had to be worth something, he thought. His first instinct was to let go of it as if it burned, but he held it tight, transfixed on the blue sapphire and probably diamonds encrusted on it.

He notices something written on it and runs his thumb over the dust. “Wit beyond measure is... man's greatest treasure.” Barnaby could recall, from the few times he managed to pay attention to History of Magic class, Rowena’s voice sounding stern and smooth from her portrait saying these words.

But the words matter little to him, the shiver hasn’t ceased, and then a weight of hopelessness starts to grow inside his chest. Sickleworth keeps on trying to take the diadem back from him.

“No, lil friend, this is cursed and I’m no curse-breaker, you know that.” He puts Sickleworth down, looking for a spot to place the diadem on. “I promise to give you a shiny galleon later.”

He then spots to his right a bust of a man wearing a disheveled white wig on his right atop a crate and places the diadem on it. He’d laugh at the sight, but the ick of the accessory’s curse still hovered over him giving him a headache. He grabs Sickleworth from jumping on it to attempt to grab the diadem once more, when he hears a distant but clear buzz and looking up sees red sparks shooting up the ceiling.

“Aspen?” He shouts.

“I found a cage!” She shouts back. “Let’s get out of here!”

“Yeah, let’s get out of here,” he says, holding Sickleworth closer to his chest — it seems to know of Barnaby’s unease and purrs against his skin. “Thanks, buddy.”

Somehow it felt like he still held the diadem in his hands, tingling, sweating.

A.N.: So this is my first take at Seer!Barnaby, hopefully I'll be able to unravel it better in the future. It was fun writing the prophecy, I referenced to Trelawney's prophecies and Biblical passages, specially about the snake and its condemnation. I didn't want it to rhyme, but since each seer has its own way of propheting and Barnaby likes rhyme...

(And I know people are smart enough to interpret but oh well, when I say 'son of lion and snake' i don't mean son of a Gryffindor and Slytherin, It's obviously talking about Harry, I'm talking about his Gryff/Slyt duality.)

My initial idea was have them prophet in front of everyone in the great hall, but that'd be specially confusing and dangerous for their safety - future DEs aware they can prophet... also I wanted Barnaby to touch Slytherin's locket, but then Mundungus only steals after Sirius died and it ruined my plans 😅

#indigo silverwood #barnaby lee #hphm #fanfic #indigo×barnaby #barnago #legilimency #seer barnaby #beezwritez

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mira-shard · 4 years ago

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HPHL MC: Ceilo Foundling

~ IDENTITY ~

Name: Ceilo Foundling

Gender: Cisgender Male

Age: Dependent

Birth Date: 17 March

Species: Human

Blood Status: Pureblood

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: British

Residence: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (He couch hops by his friends throughout the summer)

Myers Briggs Personality Type: ENFJ

~THE MAGE~

Wand:

- Wood: Cedar

Whenever I meet one who carries a cedar wand, I find strength of character and unusual loyalty. My father, Gervaise Ollivander, used always to say, ‘you will never fool the cedar carrier,’ and I agree: the cedar wand finds its perfect home where there is perspicacity and perception. I would go further than my father, however, in saying that I have never yet met the owner of a cedar wand whom I would care to cross, especially if harm is done to those of whom they are fond. The witch or wizard who is well-matched with cedar carries the potential to be a frightening adversary, which often comes as a shock to those who have thoughtlessly challenged them.

- Core: Thestral Tail Hair

Thestral wands generally produce strong magic but only when the wielder understands themselves. If the wielder does not know themselves or loses themselves than their spells will suffer. When the wielder knows themselves than this wand can create very strong spells. The thestral wands work very well for Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Transfiguration. The Thestral wands are very tempermental and rare to find with Wizards and Witches of today. The most common thestral hair wands are found with Ravenclaws and very rarely with Hufflepuffs.

- Length: 12 inches

Misc Magical Abilities: An unknown connection to Ancient magic.

Boggart Form: The people he loves berating him for not being good enough

Riddikulus Form: The taunts turn into praises and compliments as his loved ones hug him.

Amortentia (What do they smell like?): Mint, rose petals, warm milk, cinnamon.

Amortentia (What do they smell?): Candle wax, daisies, incense

Patronus: Butterfly

Patronus Memory: Arriving at Hogwarts

Mirror of Erised: He's in, what he considers, his rightful place with his friends and family by his side.

Specialized/Favourite Spells: Protego and Petrificus Totalus

~ APPEARANCE ~

Faceclaim: N/A

Voiceclaim: Kendall Schmidt

Height: 178 cm

Weight: 60 kg

Eye Colour: Green

Hair Colour: Platinum blonde

Skin Tone: Fair

Body Modifications: N/A

Scarring: A few faded scars on his knees and elbows mainly

Fashion: Dark Academia

~ ALLEGIANCES ~

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Affiliations/Organizations:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Professions:

A student in Hufflepuff House at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

~ HOGWARTS INFORMATION ~

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Charms: ★★★★★★★★★☆☆

DADA: ★★★★★★★★★☆

Flying: ★★★★★★★☆☆☆

Herbology: ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆

History of Magic: ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆

Potions: ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Transfiguration: ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆

Electives:

Ancient Runes: ★★★★★★★☆☆☆

Arithmancy: ★★★★★★★★★★

Quidditch: N/A

Extra-Curricular:

N/A

Favourite Professors:

TBD

Least Favourite Professors:

TBD

~ RELATIONSHIPS ~

Father: [REDACTED]

Mother: [REDACTED]

Guardian: N/A

Love Interest: Rachel Willow

Best Friends: None (yet)

Rival: TBD

Enemy: TBD

Dormmates:

Pets: None.

Closest Canon Friends: TBD

Closest MC Friends:

~ BACKGROUND/HISTORY ~

Ceilo was born and raised until the age of 6 in a pure blood household. When he didn’t seem to display any magical abilities, his parents casted him aside, caring too much about their reputation and the rumors that could start at the possibility of a squib being in their family.

Ceilo grew up and learned on the streets, often stealing of fighting others for food or clothing.

The closest thing he had to a home was an house that had yet to be sold, and he hid himself in the attic, keeping as quiet as possible to not be spotted. Once his magic started developing, he used whatever he could do to scare potential buyers away so he could keep the place to himself.

When he was 10 years old he got found out but managed to barely escape, mainly uninjured, except for the big scar on his elbow.

He tried to live under a bridge for a few months before his Hogwarts letter arrived.

The headmaster took pity on the young boy and allowed him to stay at the castle even tho his first year hadn’t started yet. Ceilo soon tried to study whatever he could, in the hopes that if he was a capable enough wizard, no one would ever dare to leave him behind again.

~ PERSONALITY ~

Ceilo's classmates often describe him as charming and well-mannered, quiet but not shy.

But unknown to all his classmates, there is an inner turmoil going on inside his head, always feeling like he's being pulled into two different directions.

One part of him longs to be reunited with his biological family, and the other side of him wants to reject them completely, which he partly does by not revealing his actual last name and instead uses "Foundling."

Ceilo has the tendency to brush other people's concerns off and by the time he graduated he is able to almost perfectly mask his own concerns and anxieties, after much practice.

Ceilo is loyal to a fault and values hard work above else. If you didn't earn what you have, it might as well not be worth anything.

Out on the streets, trying to survive on his own in the muggle world, he got more than a few trust issues. He often expects people to want or expect something of him whenever they approach him.

He's very observant and can make decisions based on logic rather quickly. However, decisions that require thinking about your own emotions are very difficult for him.

When he and Ray open up to one another on their experiences, growing up in the muggle world without parental figure for a big part of their childhood, Ceilo practiced to put his walls down a bit more around Ray, who truly seemed not to expect nor need anything from him other than his company.

~ MISC~

The reason Ceilo allows people to hang out with him is mainly cause he uses them to silence the turmoil inside his head and cure his boredom.

Altho he loves adventurous things, he's often more in the background and is not fond of pranks. Not as long as they're played on him, atleast.

#Ceilo Foundling #Tada~!#My second Hogwarts Legacy mc #And Ray's love interest :3 #hphl mc #Hogwarts Legacy #Hogwarts Legacy mc #hphl profile #hphl #my oc's

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bush-viper-cutie · 4 years ago

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“First Potions Class” || YEAR 3 – Ch.11 (HP au)

Chapter List

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Day posted: 8/14/2020

Word count: 3, 689

Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)

Rating: E for everyone

Warnings: none

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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.

This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D

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“How! How is that possible! Your classes don’t line up!” Heather was refusing to take another bite of her toast until Hermione spilled how she was managing all her classes.

Hermione sighed and set down her spoon. “Look. If you want to take all these classes too… just talk to your head of house. Professor McGonagall was the one to approve everything for me so I’m sure Snape can do the same for you.”

Heather ran her tongue along her teeth. She must be having private lessons with her teachers or just doing studying and completing homeworks. She couldn’t possibly have attended arithmancy or her other class yesterday. Draco was taking extra potions lessons for sure and if Professor Snape gave them, so would other teachers.

Heather took one more bite of her toast. “Fine. I’ll go now.” She stood up, swung her bag over her shoulder and walked down to Professor Snape’s office.

His door was closed which meant he might not be in there. But he wasn’t in the great hall for breakfast either. A thought occurred to her that maybe he was giving Draco lessons in one of the classrooms before their first lesson of the year. She raised her fist and knocked on the door three times. She breathed out nervously and waited for any sound but there was none. She knocked again and was going to turn towards the classrooms passageway when the door opened ajar.

“Enter,” Professor Snape’s cold voice sounded irritated already. “Potter.”

Her eyes widened and she quickly poked her head in. He was sitting at his desk with two fingers at his temple and his chin rested on his thumb, his other hand held his arm up by his elbow. She pushed the door open further and stepped in, shivering under her sweater. The fireplace was on low while other candles glowed behind jars of questionable liquids and tidbits.

“Once again, Potter. No, I will not give you extra potions lessons – no matter what you think Draco – ”

Heather decided not to touch on that this time and shook her head. “Professor…” She just needed to rip the bandaid off. “I would like to take more classes than the ones I chose.”

“More classes?” He gave a single chuckle, though it sounded more like a scoff to her. “And tell me, Potter. How do you plan on managing more than nine classes that you already take?”

She bit her bottom lip. “Studying hard?”

He laughed and leaned forward, crossing his arms on his desk over what looked like a pile of quizzes. He noticed her looking and flipped them over. “You can barely manage to do well in potions.”

Her mouth fell open. “Me? ‘Barely’? But – Sir, I got the second highest scores last year – ”

“Just because you aren’t failing miserably like the others does not mean you’re succeeding.” He leaned back again. “Even if you wanted to, Potter, it may have escaped your notice that the other classes overlap others.”

“But Hermione’s taking all the classes offered.” She frowned, refusing to back down. If Hermione was doing it somehow then she could too.

Professor Snape’s mouth parted slightly and he looked at her for a long while. “Granger… is taking all the classes?”

She nodded and watched him breath in slowly, nostrils flaring just barely.

“I see. Leave.” He stood and flicked his wand, opening his door wide. “And make sure you – or your friends – aren’t late.”

“But – !”

“Now,” he frowned.

She huffed and turned on her heels, squeezing her hands into fists. Just as she reached the doorway she spun around, deciding she wasn’t leaving empty handed. “Has Marcus scheduled tryouts?”

“The weekend. Goodbye.”

The door closed and she jumped back as it slammed and echoed throughout the dungeons. It was ten minutes till the bells rang for the start of class so she decided to head down early to study. She was deeply engrossed in last year’s textbook trying to recall what she had glimpsed on the quizzes when Ron’s light tap with his shoe made her jump.

She looked up at Harry and her friends. “There’s a quiz… possibly.”

Ron looked offended. “But it’s the first day back! What? How are we supposed to remember what we did last year?”

Hermione sighed, “Ron. Every year we build off the stuff from the year prior… so you should already know this stuff.”

“Why didn’t you come tell us?” Harry was looking furious, taking the book from her hand and flipping through pages as if he could read it all that fast.

The distant bells rang and within seconds Professor Snape appeared from the shadows behind them and opened the potions classroom. Everyone filed in after him and picked their new spots for the year. Harry made his way towards the back but Heather blocked him and directed him to the front.

“This is a bad idea.” He slammed his books down. “Why do we always sit so close to the front!”

Ron took a seat next to him. “And then you blame us for getting you in trouble. We’re sitting right under his big nose.”

Like usual the Gryffindors sat to the right while the Slytherins sat to the left, making Heather the only Slytherin not on her own side. She heard a gasp and looked over at Pansy’s table. She was looking down at Crabbe and Goyle and the empty stool next to them.

“Maybe Malfoy really is injured badly!” Hermione shook her head. “Those beaks are really sharp you know. They can cut into tree trunks really easily. They eat the sap that comes off with their long tongues and – ”

“No. Pansy saw him in the hospital wing and said he looked fine.” Heather rolled her eyes at Pansy and her raised arm.

“Ms. Parkinson.” Professor Snape held a stack of papers in his hands and crossed his arms.

She wiped her tears. “Is hippogriff spit poisonous?”

Hermione’s hand shot up. “No it isn’t. But their saliva can actually – ”

“Quiet.” Professor Snape held up the stack of papers and let go, allowing them to float to every student and land turned down at their tables. “Take out a single quill and your ink. Nothing else.” He walked over to his desk and sat down, waiting for everyone to do as he had said. “Begin.”

Heather flipped the quiz over and blinked at the abundance of questions on the first page alone. She looked up at Ron and Harry who looked like they were being asked to build a home phone from scratch. She picked up her quill, dipped it in ink, and began.

It had been thirty minutes and her brain already felt like mush. All the questions were incredibly difficult and specific. She answered all of them and turned the quiz over again. She shut her eyes and ran her hands down her face, unable to believe how much knowledge she had left over from the summer. She looked up at Hermione and saw her on the last page.

There was a cough and she looked up at Harry and Ron who were glancing at her wide-eyed with desperation. They were on the second page with half the questions left unanswered. She frowned and shook her head. Harry frowned back coughed again. Ron mouthed help but she refused.

“If you’re done,” Professor Snape was standing behind them, “I’ll take your quiz.”

Heather nodded and handed it over behind her shoulder. After a few more minutes he called the quizzes back and set them aside. He stood by the chalk board and began the lecture for the Shrinking Solution they would be making.

Heather made sure to write more than just what was appearing on the chalk board. After thirty more minutes of the lecture they began preparing their ingredients. She set up her station as neatly as possible, using the extra space beside her for separating out her ready ingredients.

The cauldrons were all simmering nicely when the classroom doors opened and Draco limped inside, holding his slinged arm close to his chest. He waved solemnly to Slytherins as he passed by them and winced in pain.

Pansy quickly hopped off her stool and took his bag of his shoulder. “How’s it feel?”

Draco looked down at his arm and grimaced. “It hurts still.” He winked at Crabbe and Goyle the second Pansy turned her back on him to take out everything he needed.

“Get to your seats, now. Start working.” Professor Snape didn’t look up from the quizzes. He was frowning at all of them.

“Unbelievable,” Harry muttered under his breath. His stirring picked up and his bubbles were coming up all deformed. “He’s clearly faking. Surely she doesn’t believe him.”

Heather watched her own bubbles float up perfectly oval shaped. “She probably doesn’t.”

Draco picked up his cauldron and ingredients and walked over to their table, pushing aside Heather’s things and setting his own down.

“Hey! Careful… You made them touch…” She started sorting through her pile of daisy roots again. She only needed three spoons of it and had separated out three spoons of the best-looking chunks.

“Malfoy what are you doing here.” Harry moved his cauldron away, weary of his intentions.

“Sir,” Draco clutched his arm close. “I need Weasley to cut my roots for me… My arm is hurting very badly.”

Ron’s jaw dropped. “I’m not cutting them up for you!”

“Weasley. Cut the roots or lose house points.” He was still only focused on the quizzes.

Ron turned back to Draco. “Your arm’s fine!” he hissed.

Draco smirked and sat dawn, pushing the roots over to him. Ron took the knife and started hacking away at them as fast as he could. Draco grinned the entire time and Heather guessed why. The second Ron put the knife down Malfoy turned back to Professor Snape.

“Professor? He’s made them into complete mush.”

Ron’s face turned red with fury. “You should have cut them yourself!”

Professor Snape approached and stood behind Draco with his hands behind his back. He stared down at the mess and behind his long black hair smiled amusedly. “Weasley,” he whispered slowly.

Ron gulped.

“Give Draco your roots.” Professor Snape’s voice was calculated with a hint of delight.

“But these are mine!”

“Now.” His voice was dangerously low and irritated.

Draco took Ron’s roots and set them next to his cauldron. “And the shrivelfig? Professor?” Draco almost let out a laugh. He could hardly keep from smiling. “It needs to be skinned.”

“Mr. Potter can do it. If he can take down a troll – surely – skinning a shrivelfig is nothing.” Professor Snape looked down at Harry with loathing and stepped back towards his desk.

Harry snatched the shrivelfig up and Heather couldn’t help but to remind him to do it carefully, incase the same thing happened to him as it did Ron.

“I know.” Harry spat.

Draco looked over at Heather. “You’re brother’s so kind and helpful. What a hero.”

She ignored him, sensing Ron’s glare on her and Draco. She dropped in her perfect roots and started stirring as instructed, dropping in the shrivelfig skin and watching its juices spill into the surface of the liquid before sinking.

Draco was stirring quietly when he let out a chuckle. “Seen Hagrid around?”

Ron kept his eyes down on his mess of a potion. “Keep your nose to yourself.”

Draco shrugged. “Just wondering if you’ve said goodbye yet.”

Hermione scoffed. “He hasn’t been fired, Malfoy.”

“Not yet. But Father’s already let the school governors know AND informed the Ministry of Magic. He knows some really important people who sounded completely appalled about my injury. I mean, it may never be the same again.”

Heather dropped her caterpillars in a little too roughly. “You’re trying to get Hagrid fired? It was YOUR fault you got hurt.”

“That’s why you’re pretending still.”

Draco nodded at Harry. “Among other reasons… Cut my caterpillar. Weasley.”

There was a sizzling noise from behind and Neville was fanning at his cauldron with his textbook. Professor Snape rushed forward and groaned. He took the textbook from Neville mid-fan and set it down hard enough to blow out the fire underneath. He looked inside and dipped the ladle in, spooning orange liquid out and slowly poured it back in from up high for the class to see.

“Why… is it orange, Longbottom?”

Neville shrunk back in his seat and stared at his cauldron. “I-i-it was in the heat for too long.”

“No,” he drawled. “That’s why it was burning.”

“Oh,” Neville nodded.

Professor Snape looked more annoyed now. “Why is this orange? I specifically stated, multiple times – not to mention the fact that it is on the board – “ he pointed at the instructions, “Was I not CLEAR enough when I said only ONE rat spleen was needed for this potion? Was it not stated plainly enough that you need not add more than a single splash of leech juice? Must I start spelling it out as well?”

Neville was trembling in his seat shaking his head, sniffling with tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

Hermione raised her hand. “Sir, please let me help him with it. I can put it right quite easily – ”

Professor Snape set the ladle down and turned to her. “No one asked you to show off, Miss Granger,” he said coldly.

Hermione lowered her arm, turning as pink as Neville was.

“Longbottom. We will be using your potion and your animal for the demonstration at the end of the lesson. If you were paying attention, you’d know that if done wrong, the Shrinking Solution could turn into a highly painful poison. That should be encouragement enough, though we’ll all have to wait and see.” Professor Snape moved away and continued looking into everyone else’s cauldrons.

The second Professor Snape turned away Hermione started pointing and wordlessly putting in ingredients to try to change the color.

Heather looked over at Professor Snape and back at them. “Hermione! You’ll get in trouble. Neville you can start over. You have enough time.”

Neville shook his head. “What if I mess it up again? Then Trevor’ll die by my own hand!”

“It’s an easy fix. I’m just going to add some – ”

Heather turned back to her own cauldron, almost finished. “I know how to fix it. You don’t need to tell me.”

Seamus stuck his arm between Harry and Ron, reaching for their table’s brass scales. “Hey. You heard the news on Black? It was in the Daily Prophet this morning. He’s been sighted by a muggle.”

“Where?” Everyone at the table asked in unison.

Heather narrowed her eyes at Draco but all he did was grin.

“Near here, apparently. A muggle phoned it in but by the time the aurors go there… he was gone…” Seamus shook his head and headed back to his table with the scales.

“Well that doesn’t matter,” Heather drew their attention. “The dementors will get him, right?” She looked over at Draco for confirmation.

He ladled the bright green liquid and hummed. “Sure… unless they don’t. I mean. He escaped from them once… who’s to say he can’t do it again?”

Harry, Ron, and Heather looked at each other. Sirius Black would have had to get passed dementors to escape… but it’s those very same dementors looking for him now. But the Ministry must have surely considered that.

“Maybe these dementors are better trained…” Heather tried to sound as hopeful as possible.

Draco laughed. “You can’t train dementors, Potter. You three did listen to Dumbledore didn’t you? Or do your ears stop working from time to time? Actually… that would explain a lot with you two.”

“Shut up, Malfoy.” Ron went back to his potion, unlike Harry.

Draco noticed Harry staring down at his beheaded caterpillar head. “Thinking of catching Black yourself, Potter?” His lips stretched into a sickly smile. “If I were you I would. I’d be out there looking for him… Chasing him down… Anything,” he whispered.

She stared at Draco for a long while, not really understanding what he was trying to accomplish. Did he just want Harry to get himself killed?

“What are you going on about? Why would Harry go after some deranged lunatic?” Ron was asking the questions floating around in their heads.

Draco turned to Heather. “You’re not a Gryffindor, I wouldn’t expect YOU to risk your neck for revenge. I know you’d rather stay in school than hunt him down yourself.”

She didn’t know what to say. He was dancing around something, trying to get on their nerves without revealing too much.

Harry slammed his fist down. “What are you talking about? Why would we want to – ”

“Quiet. While your potions simmer, I expect everyone to be working on their assignments. Longbottom, we’ll be testing your potion soon.”

Hermione was back in her seat with a vial of bright green liquid in her hand already. Professor Snape went back to his desk and Hermione switched her cauldron for Neville’s. He sighed relieved and mouthed thank yous at her.

Heather shook her head. “That’s cheating.”

Hermione frowned. “Trevor shouldn’t have to face being poisoned.”

“Then he shouldn’t be using Trevor as his animal.” Heather tore off eleven inches and got to work on her essay, refusing to hear anything more of anything.

Draco got up and collected his things, joining Crabbe and Goyle again as they laughed at Neville reassuring his toad that everything would be alright. Heather looked down at her own toad who looked very upset at her, probably for her last comment.

“I would never poison you.” Her toad just turned his back on her.

“What did he mean by all that?” Harry scribbled on his parchment as he thought. “I mean… What does he know?”

Heather shrugged, but she had to remind him about the station. “Mr. Weasley did seem like there was something he wasn’t tell us…”

Hermione was just tuning into the discussion, “What are you two talking about?”

“Malfoy’s trying to trick Harry into leaving school to go after Black,” Ron said.

“Oh Harry! You mustn’t! That’s such a bad idea.”

“I’m obviously not leaving.” Harry looked at Heather. “I’m not.”

Heather nodded, “Yeah. I know, I know. Good.”

Professor Snape called them all forward and Heather stood right in front with Draco and other eager Slytherins, except she was blocking Neville’s view while Hermione calmed him down.

There was a smile playing on Professor Snape’s lips as he held onto a wiggling Trevor. “Observe, what happens to Longbottom’s toad.” His black eyes were glittering as he spooned some of the green liquid into a small measuring spoon and forced it in Trevor’s mouth. “If Longbottom has managed to produce a proper Shrinking Solution, then his toad will simply turn into a tadpole – else, his toad is poisoned, which I am sure… will be the case.”

Everyone was quiet as they watched Neville’s toad. Professor Snape held him out for them all to see and was just as invested in the little toad’s fate as everyone else.

POP

Trevor was now wiggling as a tiny tadpole in Professor Snape’s palm. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Hermione behind Heather. The Gryffindors started applauding while the Slytherins made their ways back to their seats. Heather sat back with her arms crossed as Hermione patted Neville on the back for show.

Professor Snape took out a small bottle of yellow liquid and let a few drops hit the wiggling Trevor and with another POP, he reappeared as he was before. Neville took him back and everyone else got to their seats.

“Five points from Gryffindor.” Professor Snape looked at Hermione. “Next time you break my class rules I will be taking more points off. Dismissed.”

The bells tolled and everyone packed up their things. Heather, Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their ways up the steps.

“I can’t believe he took away points for Neville getting it right!” Ron kicked at a step and winced.

Heather crossed her arm. “He didn’t take away points for that. Hermione helped Neville cheat. He was supposed to do it himself.”

“He would have poisoned Trevor!”

“Did you not see he had vials on him?”

Ron looked around. “Hermione – “

They all looked around for her, but she was nowhere to be found. They waited for everyone to pass them and looked down the stairs at Hermione rushing up, clutching her bag tightly.

“Where were you?”

She shrugged at Ron. “I forgot something.”

“Why didn’t you tell us? You just disappeared…” Heather looked at Hermione’s flushed face.

Hermione looked down at her bag, “Oh no. My bag’s tearing open!”

She let all her textbooks spill onto the floor and took out her wand to repair her bag. She stuffed her textbooks back in and was barely able to lift it up.

“Why are you carrying all those books around?” Harry helped her get the bag over her shoulder.

“Just to study when I need to.” She smiled at them and headed towards the great hall for lunch, leaving Harry, Heather, and Ron there at the top of the stairs.

“She’s hiding something…” Ron put a finger to his chin.

Heather frowned. Ron was onto something. Hermione was definitely not telling them everything… actually she wasn’t explaining anything at all. As they were walking, her suspicion was washed by sudden guilt. She was getting mad at Hermione for keeping a secret from her… but she was doing the same with them about Draco. Of course, her secret was over, and Hermione’s seemed to be going on still.

She sat down for lunch and decided to clear her mind and study for their Defense class which was right after. She bit down on her sandwich and turned the pages, liking what she was seeing in their new textbook. She didn’t have high hopes for the class still… but at least Professor Lupin proved to be a little more useful than Lockhart so far. Maybe the class wouldn’t be a total joke this year…

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HPMA Profile - Annika Xue

A lot of people are doing this, and I don’t even know when the game is gonna release worldwide. But anyway, I’ll hop on the bandwagon.

Template by @hogwartsmysterystory

IDENTITY

Name: Annika Zhuo-Yin Xue

Gender: Female

Birth Date: January 21, year TBD

Species: Human

Blood Status: Muggleborn

Sexuality: Hetero

Alignment: Neutral Good

Ethnicity: Chinese

Nationality: Chinese

Residence: Changchun, China

Myer Briggs Personality Type: ISFP

THE MAGE

Wand: Maple with phoenix feather core, 10.5 inches, pliant

I have often found that those chosen by maple wands are by nature travellers and explorers; they are not stay-at-home wands, and prefer ambition in their witch or wizard, otherwise their magic grows heavy and lacklustre. Fresh challenges and regular changes of scene cause this wand to literally shine, burnishing itself as it grows, with its partner, in ability and status. This is a beautiful and desirable wood, and wand quality maple has been among the most costly for centuries. Possession of a maple wand has long been a mark of status, because of its reputation as the wand of high achievers.

Animagus: N/A

Misc Magical Abilities: N/A as of now

Boggart Form: Annika’s Boggart is almost completely impossible to see, but it bubbles on the ground to the point where she could sink forever into the depths. She’s scared of sinking into quicksand in the midst of rainy weather, losing her footing until the earth swallows her whole.

Riddikulus Form: In the Riddikulus form, the Boggart would turn into a bunch of confetti on the floor, with more confetti raining down on her.

Amortentia: Annika would smell like raspberries, mint, freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, and...popcorn?

Amortentia: What does she smell? Currently unknown.

Patronus: If Annika were to produce a Patronus, her form would be a field mouse.

Patronus Memory: Her Patronus memory would be of the day she took the flying motorbike ride with Hagrid. It was the first real taste of freedom she had, after all--and the first time she realized how much she loved to fly.

Mirror of Erised: In the Mirror of Erised, Annika would see herself as a successful inventor, with goggles on and her tools at the ready. Whatever it was she was inventing in her reflection, she would never know, but the image held so much use to her. Magical engineering has always been her dream.

Specialized/Favourite Spells: Wingardium Leviosa is her favourite. She loved to see things fly. She also likes to use Stupefy in a duel, Reparo on her books, Aguamenti just because, and Ascendio to feel that rush of flight without a broom.

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: Zheng Shuang

Voiceclaim: Stephanie Hsu

Height: 5’4”

Weight: She errs on the lighter side of the average weight of girls her age, but she’s not completely frail.

Physique: Slender and willowy

Eye Colour: dark brown

Hair Colour: black

Skin Tone: pale

Body Modifications: Pierced ears--Annika wears studded earrings (her favourite ones are the snowflake ones, by the way).

Scarring: N/A

Inventory: Annika always carries a few things from home and more if she needs them in a pinch. Some of the things she’d bring because of obvious reasons are three quills, two ink pots, several rolls of empty parchment, a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans, a locket with a picture of her family on their farm, a calligraphy brush, her Ravenclaw scarf, and a small wrench.

Fashion: Annika’s actually very prim and proper when it comes to clothing, but she knows casual just as well. She loves wearing colourful pull-over sweaters in the fall, paired with jeans and black and white sneakers; in the winter it’s a sheep wool coat of a brown colour made from her family’s farm, with jeans and a pair of warm black boots; in the spring and summer it’s a t-shirt with a skirt and sandals. No, there’s no need to name colours here. After she made the Quidditch team, she could also be seen wearing her sports sweater once in a while.

ALLEGIANCES

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Affiliations/Organizations: Ravenclaw House, Hogwarts; Ravenclaw Quidditch team; TBD

Professions: Self-employed Inventor. She eventually founded a company of her own that geared toward incorporating magic in everyday Muggle items--safely, of course--and it flourished through the years.

HOGWARTS INFORMATION

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: O

Charms: O

DADA: E

Flying: O

Herbology: E

History of Magic: E

Potions: E

Transfiguration: O

Electives: Muggle Studies (O), Arithmancy (E), Ancient Runes (A), Care of Magical Creatures (E)

Quidditch: Ravenclaw Seeker (2nd year to the end of Hogwarts)

Extra Curricular: TBD

Favourite Professors: Professor Flitwick, Professor Slughorn

Least Favourite Professors: Professor Binns

RELATIONSHIPS

Father: Frank Xue

Frank is an accomplished farmer who worked the land with his own parents throughout his life. Of course he got a fair education himself--he was homeschooled by his father until age 12, when he eventually went to public school. After he got his degree in agriculture and economics, he settled down on his own plot of land and continued to work on his crops.

Mother: Isla Xue (nee Zheng)

Isla was born a city girl, but eventually went with Frank to the country after she finished her degree in fine arts. She was raised with several siblings and so knew how to handle a family when the time came for it. She was kind but usually stern whenever someone stepped a toe out of line.

Love Interest: TBD

Best Friends: TBD

Rival: TBD

Enemy: TBD

Dormmates: TBD

Pets: Annika brought a rat named Cici--a small white rat who likes to sleep a lot.

Closest Canon Friends: TBD

Closest MC Friends:

Henrietta “H.G.” Gray (@ljthebard1)

Robin Llewelyn Isherwood (@cursebreakerfarrier)

BACKGROUND/HISTORY

Pre Hogwarts:

Annika was born and raised in Changchun on her family’s farm. A Muggleborn with big dreams, she would often be found chasing butterflies and dragonflies around on the farm at a younger age.

When she grew older she began to help around with minor fixes to make the family’s life much easier--repairing leaks, sewing tears in blankets, screwing on loose bolts, those kinds of things.

She didn’t realize she had magical powers until she was 9 years old, when she made things float on her own will. This scared her.

It wasn’t until Mahoutokoro first sent her a letter that she knew she was a born witch. Hogwarts’ letter followed swiftly after, however, and she was torn between which to go to until Hagrid actually burst into her home telling her all about Hogwarts.

1st Year:

Annika was Sorted into Ravenclaw in her first year.

Annika actually was considered to be Seeker for the team but she declined the offer.

2nd Year:

Annika makes the Ravenclaw team as Seeker after a fair tryout.

3rd Year: TBD

4th Year: TBD

5th Year: TBD

6th Year: TBD

7th Year: TBD

Post-Hogwarts:

Following her graduation, she began to work on inventing things at home, and two years later began to open her own magical engineering company.

PERSONALITY

Annika is flighty and high spirited. Enthusiastic around friends, she is actually quite shy when one first meets her, though.

She has a big compassionate heart and is always willing to lend a helping hand to those in need.

She doesn’t flaunt her intelligence as much as everyone expected her to. In fact, she keeps them to herself and only performs when needed.

Whenever trouble arises, she tries not to get involved. If it involves her friends, though, don’t be surprised to see her with a trick up her sleeve.

MISC

TBD

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carewyncromwell · 4 years ago

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[Carewyn bid Rowan goodbye at the East Tower stairs, splitting off to Divination and Arithmancy, respectively.

When Carewyn had first looked over the list of electives, she’d been a little stuck about which to pick. Arithmancy required a lot of math, which didn’t really appeal to Carewyn; Ancient Runes was reported to require a lot of extra homework, and Carewyn thought adding more to her workload could only be a mistake; and Muggle Studies seemed a bit pointless given that she was largely raised in the Muggle world. All that was really left was Divination, so that was what she picked.

When she arrived in the classroom, however, Carewyn was happy to see how many of her friends had chosen to take the class too.]

“Chiara! Talbott!”

[Chiara and Talbott looked up from their table, both of their faces lighting up at the sight of her.]

Chiara: “Hi, Carewyn.”

[Carewyn took a seat at the empty front table in the row in front of Chiara and Talbott, turning around in her seat to look up at them.]

“I didn’t know you two knew each other.”

Talbott: “(offhandedly) I know everybody. I just don’t talk to everybody.”

[Carewyn brought a hand up to her mouth to hold in a giggle, and Talbott smiled slightly.]

Chiara: “I didn’t know you were interested in Divination, Carewyn.”

“Mm, I’m not really interested in it specifically, but...well, you remember Torvus? The friend I’ve told you about?”

Chiara: “The centaur, right?”

“Yeah. Well, centaurs believe in stargazing and predicting the future -- so I thought, maybe taking Divination would give us more to talk about.”

Torvus has been really helpful these last few years, when I’ve needed help dealing with the Vaults. I’d like it if we could talk about more casual things when we meet sometimes, rather than it just being me asking him for something. And Torvus would probably appreciate that too.

[Chiara’s gray eyes sparkled.]

Chiara: “That’s so nice! I’m sure Torvus would really like that. Centaurs are known for predicting the future, right?”

Talbott: “(skeptically) Supposedly. I don’t know how much I buy this stuff myself -- I mean, a lot of the definitions in Unfogging the Future seemed so vague. You could probably see whatever you wanted to see and then apply it to whatever random thing sort of fits what you predicted. Like you could predict some ‘misfortune’ happening to you, then get a stubbed toe and go, ‘Aha!’”

[Carewyn nodded.]

“(thoughtfully) Yeah...and well, as soon as you say that the future can be predicted, like it’s set in stone...doesn’t that sort of defeat the idea of free will?”

Talbott: “(gesturing to her in agreement) Exactly!”

[At that moment, Tonks dashed into the room, clumsily hopping on one foot as she struggled to get her shoe back on, which had come loose.]

Tonks: “Wah-ah-ahhhhh!”

[Carewyn was able to jump to her feet and catch Tonks before she fell over.]

Tonks: “Whew! Thanks, Carey.”

[She slipped her shoe back on and straightened up, tossing a quick glance around the room.]

Tonks: “Oh good -- Trelawney’s not here yet! I thought I was going to be late for sure -- Tulip and I had to side-step Filch in the third floor corridor -- ”

“(dully) Don’t make me theorize what you two were up to, Tonks -- you know I’m a Prefect and should be disciplining you.”

[Despite this, Carewyn smiled when Tonks took the other seat at her table.

The class hushed as Professor Trelawney entered the room at last. She smiled up at her students, her huge, round spectacles magnifying her eyes to double their usual size.]

Trelawney: “I am the rarely seen, often talked-about Professor Trelawney -- proud member of the Hogwarts faculty since 1981.”

[Her voice was misty and awfully melodramatic. Carewyn was immediately reminded of a character from one of those sappy Muggle soap operas that her mum Lane used to leave on in the background while she was cleaning.]

Barnaby: “(confused) Is she asking us, or does she already know?”

Trelawney: “(mistily) I already know your reasons...”

[Barnaby looked very startled.]

Barnaby: “She read my mind just now!”

Badeea: “(whispers) You’d said that out loud, Barnaby.”

[Trelawney kept talking as though Barnaby and Badeea hadn’t spoken.]

Trelawney: “...But I’d rather you share your inspirations with me.”

[The professor whirled on Liz, who was sitting at the table next to Talbott and Chiara.]

Trelawney: “You, wearing the magnificent spectacles! How about you?”

Liz: “(startled) Me? Um...my mum’s a Seer. She’s making me take this class.”

[She sounded a bit guilty to admit it. Carewyn offered Liz a sympathetic look over her shoulder.]

Trelawney: “Your mother is wise -- though if you don’t possess her Gift, there’s precious little you can learn from me..”

[Carewyn frowned deeply.]

So if you’re not great at Divination as soon as you walk in, you won’t learn how to do it well? That seems awfully backward.

[Tonks leaned over the table to whisper to Carewyn under her breath.]

Tonks: “Rumor is, there’s precious little we can learn from Trelawney, full stop.”

[Carewyn couldn’t bite back a grin of amusement. Trelawney’s eyes fell on the Slytherin Prefect next, and Carewyn straightened up noticeably.]

[Carewyn raised her eyebrows innocuously.]

“If there were a way to see the future, I wouldn’t mind learning it. Seems like that kind of knowledge would be useful.”

[Her voice was pleasant, but rather nonchalant. As much as she wouldn’t mind learning a new type of magic, like Snape had taught her Legilimency and Occlumency, she couldn’t help but agree with Talbott -- if Divination was at all like Muggle fortunetelling, it wasn’t bound to be very believable.]

Trelawney: “Ah -- your Inner Eye has started to open, but not enough yet to see, I should think. It is essential not to go in looking for answers -- otherwise you will not find any answers at all!”

[Talbott frowned deeply.]

Talbott: “So...if you want to know the future, you have to not want to know the future?”

Trelawney: “(beaming) Well said, Mr. Winger! You are a Ravenclaw, no question.”

[As Trelawney swept over to the table of teacups at the head of the class, Carewyn shot Talbott a open, perfectly baffled smile. Talbott looked down at Carewyn, pointing at the blue collar of his robes as if to say, “Of course I’m a Ravenclaw -- everyone can see that, dumb ass.” Carewyn had to stifle her giggles behind her hand.]

Trelawney: “Now, then -- to our lesson! Your journey into Divination begins with Tessomancy, or the art of reading tea leaves. Please consult your textbook, Unfogging the Future, chapter two, as you examine the shapes in your partner’s cup. You -- and you -- and you -- will break teacups in the process...but not to worry! I keep extras on hand should you need them.”

[Carewyn had no idea who Trelawney had been addressing with this last comment, but she decided to shrug it off and simply get to work.

She and Tonks together strained their respective cups of tea. Sure enough, Tonks did break her first cup, and Trelawney was right on hand to give her a new one.]

That was an easy guess, though. She likely heard Tonks stumble in when she was in the next room.

[Trelawney’s voice echoed over their heads as the class finished straining their tea leaves.]

[Once Tonks and Carewyn were ready, they swapped cups.

Carewyn squinted at the shapes in Tonks’s teacup critically, flipping through pages in Unfogging the Future and scanning the entries. ]

“...You’ve got a shape that looks like an apple on the side -- that means ‘success.’ That’s good. And this one kind of looks like a broom tail...that means ‘boring or monotonous work.’”

Tonks: “(laughs) Probably for a detention I’ll get at some point!”

[Tonks looked over Carewyn’s cup, rotating it while also goofily tilting her head at extreme angles]

Tonks: “(in a very good impression of Trelawney) I see an arrow pointing down at a puppy dog’s head -- clearly evidence that you must go and adopt an entire litter of crup puppies, or face extreme misfortune...!”

[Carewyn couldn’t stop herself from snorting with laughter again behind her hand, though she leaned forward and tried to reproach Tonks.]

“(hissing under her breath) Stop joking around and read the book, will you?”

[At that very moment, Trelawney had arrived beside their table. Carewyn had expected them to look over her or Tonks’s teacup, but as soon as the professor walked in front of Carewyn, she stopped mid-step, her body language almost startled.]

[Carewyn looked up from her teacup with a frown.]

“What is?”

[Trelawney wasn’t looking at the teacup -- instead she was simply facing Carewyn herself, her eyes oddly vague and unfocused.]

Tonks: “(with a raised eyebrow) You mean the tea?”

[But Trelawney didn’t seem to hear her. Instead she went on, her voice growing in volume and dramatic emphasis.]

[Carewyn straightened up, her eyes narrowing very sharply.]

The ultimate price? Like...a death?

[All at once, Trelawney lowered her arms and looked upon Carewyn with more focused, somber eyes.]

Trelawney: “It’s gone. The vision is gone.”

[Bewildered and not liking it, Carewyn gave Trelawney a very sharp look.]

“That was a vision? What did any of those things mean?”

[Trelawney swept away, rubbing her temple with one hand. Carewyn’s eyes narrowed on her back, chilling significantly.]

This is not a time to be vague, you -- !

Tonks: “Don’t pay her any mind, Carey. Trelawney’s not exactly known for her accuracy on prophecies -- I remember Professor McGonagall saying that she’s predicted the death of one student every single year since she first got here.”

[Carewyn crossed her arms, glancing down at Tonks’s teacup in front of her and speaking in a very dismissive voice.]

“I’m not worried. Everyone know about my history with the Cursed Vaults...of course someone who doesn’t know me would assume I’m going to be jumping into more life-threatening situations.”

[Despite her denials, Carewyn couldn’t help but worry. After all, she was still going after the Vaults, no matter what she told everyone else -- and the mention of “murky water,” after knowing that the final Cursed Vault could be linked to the Black Lake or some other body of water...it was a strange coincidence. And...the thought of anyone dying...

It was something she knew she had to take at least a little seriously...but she had no intention of showing Tonks or the others her concern.

So Carewyn put on her best wry smile.]

“...Now, come on, Tonks, for real -- what does a dog actually mean?”

((OOC: Is anyone else confused about why Divination is an elective we start taking in sixth year, when in the books it’s taken around third year and you can then drop it again if you want after fifth year? Then again, they also treat Astronomy like an elective in sixth year too, even though it’s a core class like Herbology or Charms -- and Care of Magical Creatures is also supposed to be an elective as of year 3! XD; *sighs in book nerd*))

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catubarca · 5 years ago

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Harry Potter Next Generation Headcanons

im bored. im full of emotions, and am rly missing the HP world... i just want to write down my headcannons for the next gen kiddos tbh.

please remember these are just my opinions? its okay if yours are different. im just bored and want to share my thoughts,,

Teddy Lupin

his name is Theodore Remus “Teddy” Lupin. it’s just what it is

I don’t care what JKR says, to me his name will always be Theodore

i can’t do this “Edward” stuff im so sorry,,,

h u f f l e p u f f

proper school uniform? never heard of it

messy hair, messy clothes

punk rock child

we’re talking like,,,at least two (2) lip piercings ok

absolutely terrible in herbology. do not leave this child alone in a greenhouse, bad things happen

fuckin hoards chocolate

its a problem

dating Victorie Weasley

random bursts of dancing

keeps a lock of hair pink for his mother

lives with the Potters, enjoys pretending to be Ginny to ground his siblings

“Lily, why aren’t you coming out of your room? Dinner’s ready?” “You said I’m grounded! You tell me!” “What? Oh, for the- THEODORE REMUS LUPIN-“

s m i r k s

effortlessly cool,,, but so so dorky,,, in a cool way

Victorie Weasley

ravenclaw!

looks a lot like her mother, Fleur, but inherited those Weasley freckles

a little confused a lot of the time

absolute sweet tooth (teddy abuses this fact a lot)

Mom Friend™

will help you with your homework

always got a book on her

super beautiful and like,,,, the absolute nicest person,,, but

cannot dance

like at all

adores Charms class

a softie you don’t want to cross

“I’m the oldest”

Dominique Weasley

inherited the Classic Weasley Red Hair™

idolises her Uncle Charlie

“I wanna save animals and work with cool dragons, just like Uncle Charlie does!”

Bill almost has a heart attack

always bringing stray animals home

(“is that a lizard in your pocket, Dominique?” “Yes! His name is Blob.” “You know how your father’s afraid of reptiles, sweetheart, you can’t bring it inside.”)

Gryffindor child

favourite class is definitely Care of Magical Creatures, she and Hagrid like to talk about proper care methods for rare creatures

perpetual dirt stains

BIG middle child vibes

doesn’t really label her sexuality… just kinda does what she wants rly

all the pets in Hogwarts love her

rumours are she’s got an innate, natural magical ability to make them all love her

(she feeds them under the table)

it’s a mystery

big advocate for animal rights

f e m i n i s t

willing to throw hands at all times

usually all smiles though

one of those people who use their whole bodies to laugh

kind of an accidental heartthrob

romcoms

Louis Weasley

looks the most like his mother

ravenclaw

absolutely filled with curiosity. always reading or talking or learning

random facts

(how do you even find that sort of information?

you don’t want to know)

coffee boy

sort of musically talented?

he and James Sirius preach the importance of skincare to all who will listen

secretly full of sass and dry wit

vry graceful and fluid

e y e r o l l

awkward smiles? can never smile properly in photos

on the ravenclaw quidditch team

Ravenclaw Prefect

(“You might be older, but I’m taller.” “Fuck off!”)

only watches High Quality™ tv shows/media

kind of a disaster, despite the gracefulness

Molly Weasley

Classic red hair

comes across as a bit uptight, like her father

I don’t care what you think. (She really cares what you think.)

E y e b r o w s

death glares

drinks like 5 cups of coffee in the morning

studies,,, like a lot

definitely a Gryffindor though

mom jeans

always ready to debate a topic. will destroy opponents.

has been trying to start a successful Debate Club for like 4 years now

naturally falls into the position of a group leader

would be a teacher’s pet, if she wasn’t ready At All Times™ to debate the relevancy of the course syllabus or outdated teaching methods

got into a fight with Severus Snape’s portrait in Headmistress McGonagall’s office.

(Dumbledore’s portrait was laughing, until she turned and ragged on him for a bit. Minerva thought it was absolutely hilarious, so she just let Molly go at it for a while).

full of rage towards everything, but wears a very careful mask of aloofness

to calm down, she likes painting her nails

she’s very good at it

she’s also very good at painting and art in general, weirdly enough

Lucy Weasley

G R Y F F I N D O R

adores shitty puns and has a terrible sense of humour

brown hair, not red

loves to prank people, which makes her Uncle George very proud

Percy complains about her behaviour, but makes sure he knows he’s proud too

(charming all the cauldrons in the potions classroom to scream whenever they’re stirred takes a more complex understanding of spell work than one would expect).

a pit of a punk streak

rly loves hip hop

high key drama queen

does she ever stop yelling? we’re yet to find out

average grades in terms of theory, but she’s the best in terms of applying information

especially for her pranks

has allies throughout the castle, from the portraits to the students

the bigger the prank, the better

but is a firm believer in “confuse, don’t abuse”

all her pranks are mostly harmless

is a surprising lover of older literature, like Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, an influence of her sister

a bit rebellious

Fred Weasley II

name isn’t officially “the second”, but it sounds cooler

James Potter, Lucy Weasley, Molly Weasley and Fred Weasley are like the Marauders 2.0

says “squad” and “lit” unironically

niche humour

hipster vibes

avid music lover

smiley sunshine child

takes after his mother the most in looks, just like his sister

a chill type of gryffindor

plays quidditch, and is an excellent chaser, just like his mother

the absolute undisputed King™ of puppy-dog eyes

just,,,, beautiful

the True teacher’s pet

hands in his work on time,, asks lots of questions,,, likes helping students understand their work,, what a boy

can hella nyoom

runs so fast

look at him go

as you might expect, loves a good prank. always down for a laugh

Roxanne Weasley

Gryffindor and pROUD

absolute Queen tbh

was definitely Head Prefect or Gryffindor Prefect at some point

loved by the school

absolute legend

G I R L P O W E R

infectious laughter

has a soft spot for Louis Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy

these poor disaster children,,,, they need a Mother

M O M

big mom vibes

mothers the hell out of all the first years

a feminist through and through

can be found nodding aggressively to Molly Weasley’s semi-deranged, furious ranting

YAAAASS

loves slang. uses so much slang. always up to date with trends and memes

has all the gossip

becomes a mess around pretty girls

absolute blushing, stuttering disaster around cute girls oh my god

her eye make-up game is killer

sparkly

Distinguished Lesbian

Rosie Weasley

did someone say Weasley™?

red hair and freckles and curls oh my

on the autism spectrum, has trouble socialising sometimes

hella passionate about stuff

hangs out with Scorpius and Albus, the Golden Trio 2.0

f em ini st

her jokes are the best. high quality sense of humour.

Ravenclaw

likes to read. it’s quiet in the school library, which is nice.

abysmal at herbology

surprisingly good at Care of Magical Creatures though? Animals are just,,, so much easier to deal with

overall, really good grades though

bit of a silent type, but she’s actually a riot to hang out with

actually pretty good at quidditch? She’s not on the team, and she’s not super interested in playing, but?? She’s not bad??

She can land a solid hit with a beater’s bat

(eyes you judgementally over the top of a book)

dry wit humour

will throw hands over chess

Hugo Weasley

hufflepuff

unbeatable at chess, like his dad

a lost puppy

someone please help this child

softie

kind of low-key emotional

so supportive!! and loyal!! high-key best friend material

foodie. loves food. please feed him.

takes a bit more after his dad appearance wise

loves to cook. spends lots of time with grandma Molly and his dad in the kitchen

Professor Longbottom is his favourite professor, because he’s more chilled and laidback.

other professors and classes fill him with Distress™

loves astronomy too

maths whizz, so good at arithmancy

(“uh, actually-“)

a little bossy, like his mother

is trying so hard

maybe a little too hard

a bit insecure and nervous, but so soft

please treat this child carefully and with love

James Sirius Potter

Gryffindor

L O U D

a fucking disaster child

what’d you expect, putting “James” and “Sirius” together?

DRAMATIC GASPING

flails his hands around when he talks

s t r u t s

bisexual mess, had a crush on both the Longbottom children at some point

is better than you at everything

including being a different gender

fuck you that’s why

so pretty

he’s so pretty

is thIS CHILD EVER NOT LAUGHING AT SOMETHING OH My god

laughs at everything

all the time

always

high-key emotional

badly timed finger guns

looks like a model in photos? wtf?

gets invited to Girls Nights™

wears nail polish and makeup

loves to yell at people about gender roles and defying stereotypes

TEA SIS

not on the quidditch team surprisingly enough, even though he’s pretty good

prefers to be in the stands, doing A+ commentary on the games

if he can get Fred to stop mid-air due to unbearable, suffocating laughter at least once a game it’s a win in his books

has it OUT for the hufflepuff quidditch team and no one knows why??

definitely makes puns on his name

it drives everyone insane

harry always replies he’s just making his namesake proud

that also drives everyone insane

smug lil shit

Albus Severus Potter

“It’s just Al.”

S L Y T H E R I N

will always find a way to get what he wants, eventually

“dad, why did you name me this way?”

unimpressed

sigh

hella smart. is topping at least five classes

Aunt Hermione is his favourite. She’s the fucking Mistress of Magic! All that power, the ability to make change and improve the Magical World as a whole-

sass master

the reason headmistress mcgonagall keeps a bottle of scotch under her desk at all times

the only potter child to inherit The Eyes™

absolute insomniac

kind of emo, but turns into a fucking softie around Scorpius Malfoy it’s hilarious

adverse to violence. prefers a verbal beatdown method

really tall? despite having shorties for parents??? no one saw it coming

(especially not Teddy. He’s always scared of losing his last few inches of height)

Functional Gay

he’s on the slytherin quidditch team, as a seeker

Lily Luna Potter

Gryffindor

FEMINIST

do not mess with lily luna potter

she may seem cute and sweet, but she will destroy you

inherited her father’s black hair

disaster lesbian

transfiguration is her favourite subject, by far

has no idea what she wants to do with the rest of her life.

Existential Crisis Father-Daughter Bonding Time™

do you ever sleep?

takes after Ginny the most in personality

also, kind of the most like James Fleamont Potter in personality, too?

Loves to help her brother out with pranks, laughs at him when he gets caught and she gets away with it

The only one of the Potter Children who hasn’t got into a fight with Severus Snape’s portrait

because she just ignores him instead

loves talking to the portraits around the castle

Super good at Quidditch, is on the team as a Chaser

Quidditch Captain at some point

adores Hagrid, but who out of the Potter children doesn’t?

Idolises Minerva McGonagall

just as oblivious as her father

Scorpius Malfoy

Actually in Ravenclaw, not Slytherin, much to many people’s surprise

abSOLUTE DADDY’S BOY

super close with his dad

Draco is just so supportive of like everything he does (unlike his father)

classic blonde malfoy looks

actually really funny?

a cuddler. loves hugs. always leeching warmth off of someone

he and Rosie sometimes finger-tip-touch which is their version of a hug, because he know’s she’s not super comfortable with touch

was basically adopted by the Weasley’s and Potter’s

James Sirius will murder for this child

booknerd, always rambling to Al and Rosie about new books coming out he’s interested in reading.

has had a crush on Albus Potter since like 1st year

always worried about making his dad proud, and keeping up the Malfoy name

sweet tooth

he’s just,, soft. just a warm, happy child. he wants love, and affection. someone tell him he’s doing okay, please.

needs,,, validation,,,

he’ll tell you out loud that he has no favourite aunts or uncles, but he secretly really likes spending time with his Uncle Ron

they had a talk, once, in like the middle of the night at a sleepover with Rosie and Al, about feeling insecure in comparison to others, and learning to be proud of yourself for your achievements

there were a few tears, but it was nice

Ron was actually the third person he told, besides his dad and Rosie, about having a crush on Al

openly a disaster romantic. trash taste in romance novels.

always welcome in the Potter-Weasley households

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