#hpma kids

[chemzee]

quick doodles of Mahoutokoro kiddos from Y4 trailer

[as-thra]

⌛AM!AU Winifred Warrington, The start of it all

hc under the cut :]]]]]

Her hair has no sheen nor shine to it!! Only shadows give the illusion of it

Not even brushed out... She forgets she has a physical form once more

The after effects of evanesco's clear with her pearlescent skin and the way it thinned enough for her veins to peak through

She's more gaunt and sunken now too! Often forgetting she needs to eat after how long she's spent not needing to

Sunken eyes, often out of focus and glazed over

Winnie's all bundled up always!!!!! She gets really cold, almost icy to the touch :[

In am!au Winnie becomes something of a consciousness present all throughout time (time god jokingly .. but also..), eventually interacting with things through people's thoughts all throughout history, something like a spirit whispering ideas :]]]

She also .. Started AM through that! Planted the idea into people's heads until an organization cult was formed

[greeneyeofenvy]

ignore how long she took me,

Lamore Cupia, youngest of the current Cupias, a famous potion family in the wizarding world: they historically invented the Amorentia and other love potions. And holds blood of the Cupid(s), but that’s a family secret. The mirror selfie and the profile drawings ig, it’s close to her real handwriting, cursive and hearts on her i’s. total time taken: roughly 18 hours. fun lore abt Lamore:

-She’s a Ravenclaw, despite how ‘dumb’ love can make her, she’s talented in potions by birth (which created a sort of friendly rivalry with Daniel Page)

-her family is LOADED, and pure blood. Lamby a like the sugar mommy, and least traumatized (she has no trauma, yet.)

-she just knows love about people, wether it’s their orientation, crush, status, she just knows. Hell she’d likely even know if someone like someone before they knew themselves! I imagine she gets little tingles when a ship of hers becomes a reality.

-she goes by many names: The matchmaker, Mory, Lam, Lamby, ‘that girl who knew he was gay before he even knew what gay meant’ (true story?). Either way she’s a cupid woman of many names.

[the-unlucky-foster]

hpma incorrect quotes: she fell for it

Daniel: So Elli ended up staying in the infirmary because he had a bad case of ligma.

Esme: Ligma? What's that?

Daniel :3c

(The realisation suddenly hits her like a train)

Daniel: >:3c

Daniel: LIGMA BA—

[fischerfrey]

hpma; roe malinda + relationships with (some of) the canon characters

cast in order of appearence; robin migné as kevin farrell antonia gentry as lottie turner hanna mensink as robyn thistlethwaite maddie hasson as ivy warrington eren m. güvercin as roe malinda nick robinson as daniel page drew starkey as colby and fischer frey sophie turner as cassandra vole

[scarydeadlavender]

New Fandom!

Hello everyone! How are you doing?

I'm going to add a fandom to my writing list... And know... Detective Conan! Yeahh

I take into account all the characters! Rei, Kaito kid, shinishi, heji ext

Writing list : open

-detective Conan

-kaito kid

-harry potter magic awakened

-hogwart legacy

[itsachillesbtch]

"You don't really mean it when you say you'd take the killing curse for me, right?"

"I'd give you the stars if I could"

- AM Lose, Neutral End

@sunglow-fae art and...somer...

[kathrynalicemc]

HPMA Kids + Faceless Part 2

Top left: Dafne and Mikael hanging out

Top right: A quiet Mikael & Eula moment @cursed-herbalist

Middle: The whole gang on a midnight adventure

Bottom left: Siv sneaking through Ella’s window @potionboy3

Bottom right: Cliff jumping at Skalafell with Elio & Jupiter @cursed-herbalist

[cherry-pop-elf]

I love Raver/SceneCore music. Wanted to draw Fred and George in that style. But now they look like Hookers 💀 ((Respect your sex workers!

[chemzee]

I love being an artist, I can draw Cassandra having two chicken eggs stuck up in her nostrils or Victor Gridley in a maid costume serving pink sauce or Daniel having horse heads for fingers just because I can and you guys can't do anything about it and neither can you stop me

[as-thra]

🐍 It might've ended up being his problem anyway! Can't be too sure

Somerild belongs to @sunglow-fae !!!

Messages from the end of year three:

> [Do you think mama and papa were right about...?]

> [He didn't actually use four]

> [He wouldn't be that irresponsible]

> [Right?]

> [I saw it, Daniel]

> [...]

> [Somer said he had to grow up around it and saw it as normal]

> [He should've known better, As]

> [No matter how much I might hate the Freys I can't imagine]

> [...]

> [Are you still at the pitch?]

> [Behind, I don't think I could've stayed there]

> [I'll be there in a sec]

> [And stop looking at the GC, you'll make yourself panic]

Excerpt from summer of 2012:

His hand trembled as he aimed his wand at the mirror, they did that often now.

AAAND ADDITIONAL TAG FOR @that-one-light !!!! since this is technically an am!au lore post, even though most of it is dumped in the tags whoops

[smarti-at-smogwarts]

OC Pride Challenge 2023 ⍚ Day 4 ⍚ Pan OCs ⍚ Casey Abbott

I’m out with lanterns looking for myself.

[the-unlucky-foster]

disclaimer

these are what I’m gonna call some fellow hpma fandom members from now on

@cherry-pop-elf - Weasleyposter (or Bella if you want)

@chemzee - chemical (don't worry, we're all chemicals after all)

@avielex - Avie (great person btw)

@yitiaok01 - A very talented lesbian (AVTL for short)

@vernette - Just Fern

@mortimerdreadnaught - Lottiespotter (thanks for encouraging me to draw lottie btw)

@and-i--oop - Clara, just Clara.

@littlebugsboy - Bugs Buddy

Me - Trevor

and that’s it. hope there's more fanart/fics of this, and I'm sorry for wasting your time. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed. Before that I’m gonna spew compliments. If you want any other nicknames, suggest some in the replies

Edit: I changed my mind. @mortimerdreadnaught's nickname is now Lottiespotter.

Edit 2: My name is Trevor now.

[fischerfrey]

fankids appreciation, day seven; family dynamics

agnes malinda and ethel malinda ethel is the firstborn child of agnes malinda and jacob macmillan. she has a complicated relationship with her family but her parents love her very much and are proud of her achievements. henry of alderly and edward of alderly edward is the firstborn child and only son of henry and cora, the duke and duchess of alderly. edward often disagrees with his father and doesn't understand him. edward of alderly and frederica "freddy" of alderly freddy is the oldest child of edward of alderly and jocelyn somerset. she is close with her father and the two share a similar sense of humour. anora brindlemore and bloom brindlemore bloom is the older of anora's two children. they have a troubled relationship and bloom dislikes having her mother as his professor at hogwarts. anora is protective of her children and bloom finds it stifling. verna malinda and rowan "roe" malinda roe is the only child of verna malinda and merula snyde. they are close with their parents, even though he gets in trouble and causes headaches for her mums.

event by @endlessly-cursed

[lifeofkaze]

Best Bad Friend

A/N: This story was written as my second entry for the April prompt of the @hp-12monthsofmagic challenge. Rory McTavish and Zadie Taylor-Allen belong to @the-al-chemist Warning: mentions of drinking, (mild) violence, language

A bang echoed through the small flat in the heart of Montrose as the bathroom door slammed shut behind Reva. She crossed the hallway and entered her bedroom, like she had several times already. She wore nothing but pants, socks, and a faded shirt of a Muggle rock band her brother liked, and a toothbrush was sticking from her mouth. 

Pulling her tangled hair into an untidy bun at the top of her head, Reva opened the door to her closet. Her eyes wandered over the assortment of clothes that had been pulled from the shelves, stuffed back into them, or left lying on the floor. 

“McTav,” she called out, trying not to spill toothpaste foam onto her brother’s shirt, “have you seen my red dress?”

There was silence for a moment before a voice with a slight Edinburghian accent sounded back to her from the kitchen. 

“Which one?”

“The one from last week.”

“The hot one?”

A grin spread on Reva’s face. “Yeah, that one.”

“Not since you and your fling left it on the kitchen counter.” Rory McTavish, Reva’s teammate and old friend, grinned as he appeared in the doorway. “Making an effort tonight? I thought it was only the pub with the team.” 

Reva shrugged. “I’ll be there, just meeting someone else for drinks first.”

“And he gets the red dress? What a lucky bloke.” 

“Jealous?” Reva made a rude gesture toward Rory when he snorted. “I’ll have you know that my date is much better than any guy could ever hope to be.”

Rory stood up straight. “Now I’m intrigued.”

“Don’t get excited,” Reva rolled her eyes. “Zadie’s in the U.K. at the moment. I’m meeting her for a catch-up.”

“Lovely,” said Rory, decidedly less enthusiastic than he had been a moment ago. “Tell her I said hi.”

“Will do.” Reva turned back to her closet. When Rory didn’t make a move to leave, she looked over her shoulder, frowning. “What?”

“Oh, I was just thinking.”

“That’s new.”

“Shut up. If you’re with Zadie, it’s gonna be a quiet night, won’t it?”

Reva narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Why?”

Rory chuckled. “You know why.” 

Reva did, in fact. Since Rory had joined the Montrose Magpies and shared a flat with her, their weekends had been busy with more than Quidditch. Their night outs typically involved plenty of booze, dancing, and fun and didn’t rarely end with either of them stirring up trouble - entirely accidentally, of course. On their fridge, they’d hung a piece of parchment sporting their names and an obscure number of lines beneath them. Each line stood for one time they’d had to bail each other out of trouble, and Rory was currently in the lead by one - something he made sure Reva didn’t forget.

“Don’t you worry, I’m a responsible adult. I am!” Reva protested as Rory snorted with laughter. Pulling the dress she had been looking for from beneath a pile of black leggings, she flung it over her shoulder and marched past him toward the bathroom again. “You wait and see. I’m not letting you win this time.” 

***

A few hours later, Reva was cursing her big mouth.

Her evening with Zadie had started off alright. They had met at a Muggle bar, having a few rounds of cocktails and some much-needed catching up. But when Zadie had gone to get them fresh drinks, she hadn’t returned. 

Worried, Reva decided to go check on her. She found Zadie by the bar, talking to a dodgy-looking man, who stood too close to her for both Reva’s and Zadie’s liking. He was offering her a drink, which Zadie declined perhaps a little too politely because the man stood nearer to her still, crowding her against the countertop. 

With no one making any move to interfere, Reva took measures into her own hands. A few heatedly exchanged words, some placating pleas from Zadie, and a knee to the man’s crotch later, the two witches and the man were politely asked to leave. 

Reva was outraged at this. Zadie had been the one to have been molested, and Reva had done nothing but defend her. Why should they be the ones who had to go? She told the owner of the bar so, too - with maybe some not as well-mannered words as she could have - and a second discussion later, Reva and Zadie found themselves sitting on uncomfortable chairs in the smelly hallway of the local Muggle police department. 

Zadie had been quiet ever since the grumpy, tired-looking police officer had told them to wait, and Reva was still too angry at the situation to say anything, either. Still fuming silently, she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jacket and sunk deeper into her plastic chair. She glanced at the clock on the wall, like she had done every few minutes since their arrival. Where had the Muggle gone? Why were they still waiting? 

She had begun kicking her foot against the low table in front of her when the door to the office opened, and the policeman stepped out of it. Giving Reva a warning look, he shrugged into his uniform jacket and walked past them towards the exit, speaking into a little black device clipped to his collar as he did so. 

As soon as he had left the building, Reva sat up straight. 

“Come on, Zadie. Time to go.”

Zadie, who had been busy studying a leaflet on Muggle traffic security, looked at her wide-eyed.

“We were arrested, Reva. We can’t just leave.”

“I don’t see why not.”

Zadie shook her head vigorously. “It’s against the law.”

“Muggle law.”

“Still, it’s not right.”

Huffing, Reva drew her wand. “Fine. Watch the door, then.”

Thinking of her first-ever broomstick flight, Reva waved her wand. A silver light sprung from its tip, forming the shape of a lithe seal. The silvery animal spun around its axis once, hovering in front of her expectantly.

“Not much time to explain. We’re at a Muggle police station, Zadie refuses to leave, and I’m bored. Come and get us out of here.”

She waved her Patronus off, but instead of disappearing to deliver her message, the seal stayed put, floating in playful circles around her. Reva huffed.

“What’s the matter? Why are you still here?”

The silvery seal blinked at her as if trying to say something. Before Reva had worked out what it was, though, the front door opened and closed again, and she hastily let her Patronus dissolve. A moment later, the Muggle policeman reappeared. When Reva saw who trudged behind him, her mouth dropped open. Despite herself, she began to grin. 

“It’s a small world, isn’t it?”

Rory startled at the sound of her voice. He was looking worse for wear; his ginger hair was ruffled, his clothes rumpled, and an angry bruise spread around his swollen nose.

“You,” he blurted out. “What are you doing here?”

“Why do they always know each other?” the policeman mumbled, shaking his head on the way to his office. “You sit there,” he barked at Rory. “And no funny moves. I’ve had it with you kids today.”

As soon as the door had closed behind him, Reva and Rory began to speak simultaneously. 

“How did you -”

“What in Godric’s name -”

“- end up here?”

“- did you do to get your nose punched?” 

Rory wrinkled said nose, immediately looking like he regretted it. “I was defending a lady’s honour, if you have to know.”

Reva snorted. “Funny how I doubt that.”

“I was! I met this girl at the pub, and we made out, and -”

“That sounds a lot more like you.”

Rory rolled his eyes. “So we made out in the pub and then a little more outside.”

“Look at you go, Casanova.”

“Some blokes walked past us,” Rory continued, ignoring Reva’s commentary. “I don’t know what their business was, but they started bothering us. Or her, rather. Called her some pretty shitty things. Not like I could let that stand, right?”

Reva snorted again, but this time unkindly. “I’d have told them to fuck off there and then.”

“Which I did,” Rory said and rubbed his nose. “They didn’t take it too kindly.”

“How did you get arrested if they were the ones starting it, though?”

Rory sighed. “One of them happened to be a policeman, too.”

“Ouch. Tough luck, mate.”

“Sure was.” Rory nodded at her. “And what’s your crime, Revs?”

Reva shrugged. “Not so different from yours, actually. Only that I landed my punch alright.” 

“Who said I didn’t?”

“Well, did you?” 

Rory said nothing. After a moment, his brows drew together in a frown.

“What?” Reva asked.

“So, you’re here.”

“Ain’t you sharp tonight.”

“And I’m here.”

“Where did you say you’re going with this?”

Rory ran his hand over his hair. “Who’s gonna get us out now?” 

Whatever she had wanted to say driven from her mind, Reva knitted her brows together.

“That’s not the worst question you’ve ever asked.”

“Thanks, I guess.” 

“I’ve taken care of it,” Zadie suddenly spoke up. Reva jumped a little at the sound of her voice; over the unexpected reunion with Rory, she had almost forgotten about her being there, too. 

“You have?” she asked now. “When? How?”

“I told someone to pick us up.” Her teeth grazing her lower lip, Zadie looked at the ground as steps could be heard approaching from the entrance. “I really didn’t know who else to ask.”

“Do I even want to know?” 

Reva winced as the familiar figure of her older brother Dylan appeared in the doorway. He looked like he’d come in a rush, his hair even messier than usual, and the laces of his hiking boots merely tucked into the sides of his shoes. Not waiting for an answer to his question, he gave Reva a dark look.

“What did we say about me having to get you out of arrest again?”

Rory gave Reva a sideways glance. “Again?”

As if only noticing him now, Dylan dipped his head into his neck and groaned. “Not you.”

“Nice to see you, too, Dyldo.”

Dylan turned to Zadie. “You didn’t say that he was here, too.”

“I’m sorry,” Zadie answered in a small voice.

“Leave her alone,” Reva cut in. “Us meeting here was a series of very unfortunate events.”

“Yeah, unfortunate for me.”

“Come on, don’t be like that.” 

Dylan scowled at her. “I’m however the hell I like. Zadie’s message got me out of bed.”

“And you know that I’m very, very grateful for it.”

“You’d better be.”

“Of course I am, and…” A sudden thought made Reva pale. “You didn’t tell Dana about this, did you?”

Dylan looked like she had lost her mind. “Do you think I’m crazy?”

“So, uhm… could we maybe just…?” Zadie said somewhat helplessly, eyes trailing to the door to the policeman’s office. Sighing deeply, Dylan walked towards it, knocked, and entered. 

A few minutes later, he returned, brusquely jerking his head toward the exit. 

“Let’s get out of here.” 

Relieved, Reva followed Dylan, Zadie, and Rory out of the Muggle building. When she passed Rory by the door, she lowered her voice, whispering,

“Just so you know - this counts as me getting you out.”

“In your dreams,” Rory responded smugly. “If any, that point goes to Zadie. Face it, Reva. You’re still behind.”

Mischief flashing in her eyes, Reva cracked him a smile.

“For now, McTavish. For now. Just you wait.”

[carewyncromwell]

Hey, you mentioned that Anastasia likes fantasy stories and manga, but does she also like sci-fi as well? Maybe something like John Carter or Dune?

Not as much, no! Ana finds that science fiction, in general, tends to be very "forward"-looking, while fantasy is much more inspired by myths and history -- and for someone like Ana who is also enamored of history, that's really more her thing. There are definitely some sci-fi properties that blur the line between fantasy and science fiction -- such as John Carter and Dune, as well as Star Wars -- but honestly, they're still not as much Ana's thing, not only because there are less women as the leading role in those works (Jyn Erso and Rey are really the only times for Star Wars, and Rey's storyline was...yeah, not the best executed), but because Ana likes worlds that are a bit more romanticized and comfortable. (Some of her favorite books are The Last Unicorn; The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe; and the works of Lewis Carroll, to give you an idea.) Then of course in the case of John Carter of Mars, the man was an ex-Confederate...sorry, budding political activist Ana really wouldn't warm up to that. 😅

Another thing dictating Ana's tastes is that a lot of science-fiction properties have a colder, cleaner aesthetic and oftentimes a far less optimistic view of the world than many fantasy properties do. In the realm of sci-fi, you're much more likely to find stories of man's hubris -- of Man creating monsters and fighting against evil dystopias. And Ana is honestly a true romantic at heart -- however reserved and difficult to trust she is, she actually believes that people are inherently good, and she likes feeling happy, powerful, and optimistic, in the fictional worlds she escapes to. She wants the promise of a happy ending, even if not everything goes perfectly and not everyone makes it. So she enjoys the warmth, color, and comfort of something like a Middle Earth way more than something like out of the Starship Enterprise. Yes, she does like Gothic and steampunk visuals (you can thank her stepbrothers Jasper and Preston for turning her onto those subcultures!!), but she likes a certain lived-in, but not dirty or cynical softness to her fictional worlds. Plus from a nerdy history perspective, Ana finds the diverse interpretations of familiar mythical and magical creatures in the fantasy genre -- such as fae, giants, yokai, and dragons -- incredibly interesting to compare. ❤️