#if you are making a triple batch just. Just start out in the cauldron.

[nimblermortal]

I put 9 zucchini into this risotto and it slapped so for anyone dying this summer, live long and prosper

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Hi how are you? I have a request and it ok if you can’t do it. But I loved your snape dad x reader imagine. I’m thinking about one where the reader somehow gets put in a magical induced coma, and snape freaks out of course and takes care of her like a overprotective dad. Like While he is teaching a class reader begins to dream that she’s Alice in wonderland and screams things out loud, then snape has to risk his reputation as mean to calm her down. It’s ok if you can’t do this. Thank you

Hi greekorthodox19! I’m doing pretty good, and I’m happy to do requests! I’ll give it a shot!

Y/N ran down the Hogwarts staircase to the Potions classroom. She didn’t want to be late, but considering the fact that she running all the way from the Great Hall down a staircase that liked to change, she might have to come to terms with the idea. She was so pre-occupied with getting to her destination as fast as possible that she didn’t even see Draco Malfoy up ahead until it was too late. Crash! Books and bags went flying everywhere as Y/N collided with her fellow Slytherin.

“Why don’t you watch where you’re- oh! It’s you, Y/N.” Malfoy said.

“Yes, it’s me, sorry about that.” Y/N started picking up her books off the floor.

“Where are you off to in such a rush?” Draco also started picking up his own books.

“Potions, it starts in less than five minutes.” Y/N stood up, having recovered most of her books.

“And, pray, what might,” Malfoy picked up a book Y/N had forgotten, “Alice in Wonderland have to do with that? Isn’t this a muggle story?”

Y/N quickly grabbed the Lewis Carroll story from Malfoy.

“Yes, well, a friend in Hufflepuff lent it to me, I need it for Muggle Studies,” Y/N lied.

Truthfully, although Y/N wouldn’t admit it to someone like Malfoy, muggle stories had always amused her, even as a young child. She had grown up on the classic wizarding stories, yes, but muggle writing seemed to have such a unique magic of its own that couldn’t be matched anywhere else.

“Right, well, I’ll be seeing you in class then,” Y/N said quickly as she sped off.

…

Y/N ran into the classroom and hurried into a seat just in time for class to start. Her father, Professor Snape, was currently writing instructions on the board. It looked like they were going to be studying sleeping potions that day.

Soon enough, the class began working on making their own draughts of mild sleeping potions. It was two students to a cauldron. Y/n looked to her left; it looked like she was going to be partnered with Millicent Bulstrode. Millicent was nice enough, but she was a bit heavy-handed, especially when it came to measuring ingredients.

“Millie, remember,” Y/N said, “it only calls for two blobs of flobberworm mucus, so-”

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Millicent interjected, “I know what I’m doing, and- whoops!”

Millicent had poured in much more than two blobs of flobberworm mucus into the cauldron; it looked more like six blobs.

“Well…” Y/N stared down into the cauldron, “we’ll just have to triple everything else. That should even things out.”

Y/N set about calculating the adjusted measurements for a triple batch of the sleeping potion. Halfway through adding the ingredients, though, Y/N was starting to feel drowsy. Y/N shook her head rapidly and quickly finished adding the ingredients. She then put the lid on the cauldron.

“I think it’s coming out as it should,” Y/N yawned, “but don’t inhale the fumes.”

“Can I take a look?” Millicent asked.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Y/N replied, “I don’t want to take the lid off until it’s time for inspection.”

“Just one little peek won’t hurt,” Millicent said, grabbing the lid.

“Millie, don’t!”

But it was too late. Millicent had opened the lid of the cauldron, causing Y/N to inhale a cloud of concentrated fumes. Y/N’s head started spinning.

“Millie…” Y/N slurred.

“What is it, what’s wrong?”

Y/N couldn’t hear her; the last thing Y/N felt was her hitting a hard surface before the world went dark.

…

Y/N was falling down a dark hole. When she hit the bottom, there was a small, white creature waiting for her. Y/N squinted at the creature; it turned out to be a rabbit in a waistcoat. The white rabbit was holding a rather large pocket watch. It tapped the watch with its paw.

“Come along now,” the White Rabbit said, “you’re terribly late!”

The White Rabbit hopped a few yards then looked back, waiting for Y/N to follow it.

“Curious,” Y/N said, standing up.

…

Snape looked over at his daughter’s workstation. All through the class period, he had been secretly keeping an eye on her to make sure things were going well, and by the looks of it, things were not going well. Y/N was on the floor of the classroom, her breathing deep and even. Evidently Miss Bulstrode was over-measuring things again. A simple draught of an awakening potion should fix things.

Snape strode over to where Y/N was laying, and saw a worried Millicent standing over her, trying in vain to wake her up.

“Come on now, no more games, Y/N! Wake up!” She cried.

“Out of the way,” Snape said in a monotone. He had everything under control.

Snape sat Y/N up and poured a small drop of a potion from a vial into her mouth. Any second now, she would wake up. Seconds turned to moments, and moments turned to minutes. The only sign that Y/N was still alive was when she suddenly cried out, “Curiouser and curiouser!” and collapsed back down.

…

Y/N followed the White Rabbit into a large room. There was a glass table in the center of it, with a small bottle that said “drink me” on the label. The White Rabbit gestured to the little bottle.

“Go on then, we haven’t got all day,” he said.

Y/N shrugged, and, not wanting to upset the rabbit, took the bottle and drank from it. All at once, the large room started growing larger, along with everything in it. When everything stopped growing, Y/N was the same height as the rabbit.

“Right, let’s be off. Not a moment to lose, we’re late, we’re late!”

…

Snape performed a simple hovering charm that would allow him to take Y/N to the hospital wing. This was more than a simple sleeping potion, Y/N should have woken up by now. Leaving his class behind, his ascended the stairs and made his way to the other end of the castle.

…

“Mr. Rabbit,” Y/N asked, “what exactly is it that we’re late for?”

“Oh, dear me,” The White Rabbit wrung his paws, “we’re so very late. We need to wake up.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“We need to wake up”

“Mr. Rabbit, I’m getting scared-”

“Wake up!”

…

Y/N woke with a start. She sat up in a bed that wasn’t hers and looked around. This was not her room. This looked like the Hospital Wing. She looked out a nearby window. It was pitch black outside. What was she doing in the Hospital Wing at this time of night?

“Oh, thank Merlin, you’re awake,” A familiar voice said.

Y/N turned her head and saw her father sitting beside her bed.

“Dad? Wha-” Y/N started.

“You’ve been asleep for three days, Y/N. What on earth did you put in your potion?”

“Well, Millicent over-measured the flobberworm mucus so I thought-”

“You’d match the rest of the ingredients to her over-measurement?”

“Well, yes,” Y/N answered sheepishly.

“I thought as much.”

“Dad, if I’ve been out for three days, then how much of your class have I missed?” Y/N asked.

“Ah, yes, that. As it turns out-”

“Your father cancelled all potions classes until you woke up,” Madam Pomfrey said, entering the room.

“What!? Really?” Y/N turned to Snape.

“There was nowhere I needed to be other than right here.”

“Dad, I-”

“Come,” Snape held out his hand for Y/N to take, “I want you back in your dormitory, resting until I’m certain that you’re better.”

“But I feel better now!” Y/N protested, “I’m awake, aren’t I?”

“No matter, I’ll escort you there myself.”

Y/N knew there was no point in arguing. Reluctantly, she took her father’s hand and allowed herself to be led to her dormitory. After all, if she went back to sleep, maybe she would meet the White Rabbit again.

[theshapeshifter100]

Wolf and Raven: Old Friends Chapter 7

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Several minutes later a black dot appeared among the rainclouds, and Raven landed nearby. She shifted and started walking over briskly.

“Is everything alright? That was quite the message.”

“My apologies, I could not wait for Haryad,” Erina gestured to Wolf. “Do you have any idea of how to help?”

Raven looked at Wolf and her brow furrowed. “I have not seen this before.”

Erina and Satyarani looked at each other, concerned.

“What happened to cause this?” Raven walked over to Wolf, cautiously waving a hand in front of Wolf’s face, which got little reaction.

“She walked into the tent, and froze like that,” Satyarani shook her head. “Even if you do not know what happened, you might still be the best person to help her.”

“Aye,” Erina agreed. “I will brew some more potion of Dreamless Sleep.”

“I thank you,” Raven said before turning her attention to Wolf. “Can you hear me my friend?”

No response.

“That is fine. I will… I will wait with you,” Raven stood next to Wolf under the tree, staff planted into the ground and occasionally being dripped on. The rain continued to hammer down and the light faded, and still she waited.

A small campfire was crackling away fiercely by the time Wolf moved.

She turned her head slightly, confused.

“…What…?” dread and unease still curdled in her belly, and she sat down heavily. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted her staff in the ground, and stared at it like she couldn’t believe that it was there. She slowly reached her hand out, afraid that it would disappear.

Her hand touched warm wood, and she wrapped her hand around it, gripping it tight and pulling it closer.

“Wolf?”

Wolf startled and looked to her other side, seeing Raven.

“Raven! What, what are you doing here?”

“Erina called for me,” Raven slowly sat down. “She was worried about you. You, you were not here.”

The huff of disbelief faded as Wolf’s face furrowed.

“Aye. I was… I was not quite here. I… I do not know. I am sorry,” she pressed the heel of her palm against her forehead.

“I do not think you need to apologise, although Erina and Satyarani are both confused as to what caused it.”

“I do not think that I know,” Wolf rested her forehead on her free hand. “There was a smell, mud. The smell of mud, and I… I walked into the tent…”

Raven waited for Wolf to gather her thoughts.

“… I know why,” she sighed. “It was often muddy in Nevar’s camp, and I did not leave that tent for months,” Wolf growled under her breath. “First nightmares, then rope, then the potion not working and now this. I thought I was better than this!” she slammed her fist into the ground. “Why?! Why is this happening now?!”

“That I cannot answer.”

“I do not expect you to, my apologies,” Wolf looked out towards the Shadow Wood. “I am so tired Raven. I am tired of my mind turning against me, I am tired of not being the person I used to be. You never met that Wolf. She was confident, and bright. It felt as though nothing could touch her.”

“She is still you, merely changed, as we all do.”

“Aye, I suppose. Still I will ask, did the potion work for you last night?”

“…It did not,” Raven admitted.

“It did not work for me either. I may take a stronger dose tonight.”

“I believe Erina is brewing a fresh batch,” Raven nodded over to the small campfire, where Erina was indeed brewing in a small cauldron. “Perhaps I should ask her for some?”

“It will do no harm,” Wolf agreed. “I apologise for dragging you from your task to tend to me.”

“You need not apologise. I do not feel I did much, I merely waited to see if you would come back.”

“And I am grateful for that, truly,” Wolf’s eyes trailed north to a mountain just beyond the River of the Diving Bird. “My apologies, I do not think I can be around too many people tonight,” the idea of sharing a camp with Erina and Satyarani turned her stomach into knots.

“I heard wolf howls last night. Is there a pack nearby?”

“I know of a pack within the Forest of Dawn Time and another in Triple Thorn Wood. They travel though, they may be in their seasonal grounds.”

“But you know where they are?”

“Aye, but they do not remember me.”

“But they heard you last night?”

“…Aye.”

“Then go if you need. I will tell Erina and Satyarani.”

Wolf looked over at the other two, before looking back at Raven. She nodded briefly before shifting into a wolf, and with one more glance over her shoulder, she disappeared into Shadow Wood.

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Satyarani watched Raven fly back to the west side of the island from underneath the tent. The rain was coming down harder than ever now, and Erina was holding her cloak over the pot she was brewing from.

After a while Erina took the pot off the fire and brought it inside the tent, where gentle steam wafted off it.

“All finished?” Saytarani asked.

“Almost. It needs to sit for three hours,” Erina found a small hourglass in her pack and turned it over. “I cannot give Raven any tonight, but I told her that she is free to collect some before we break camp tomorrow.”

“I see,” Satyarani sat properly in the tent, hanging the damp fur cloak from one of the tent poles. “It was interesting to see Wolf with Raven, even after all of that. It was the first time I have seen her relaxed.”

“Aye…” Erina sat down properly. “It, it does not require much thought to work out why.”

“You have been somewhat antagonistic,” Satyarani pointed out. “However you have calmed down this last day.”

“That is some relief,” Erina rubbed her eyes. “Lack of sleep has been affecting me as well, I do not have energy to start an argument… and… I am reminded of why Wolf and I were friends,” Erina lay her staff across her lap. “And I no longer think she is lying. That display earlier… I do not think that could be faked, not for as long as that.”

“Then you would be wise to tell her that.”

“That I will, that I will,” Erina looked out at the rain. “She should be back before morning.”

“I will trust your judgement on that matter, you know her better than I do.”

“I am not so certain of that. I know the old Wolf would be back before dawn. I cannot be quite so certain nowadays.”

“You are all different people, and people change.”

“Aye,” Erina looked over at Satyarani. “I must ask, you do not know anyone here. Why do you still aid us?”

“I knew Raven, Raven of Old,” Satyarani corrected. “He is a good man, and I am here to aid him. I will admit that this island has taken some getting used to, and the magic here is very different to that of my country. However, it does have its charm.”

“If this is successful then all of Alaunus would be in debt to you twice over.”

“Then I will know who to call should my homeland ever be in danger.”

“That is a deal I would be happy to make.”

“I do not find it likely anytime soon, but as I understand, you are not mortal.”

“I was not mortal since I carved my staff,” Erina lifted it slightly to make the point. “The magic of the Enchanted Oak can change you.”

“I see, so you were once mortal?”

“Aye.”

“Raven of Old I recall being born immortal, for he could not enter the Chamber of the Three-Headed Serpent, what of Wolf?”

“I am uncertain, though it is likely that she is the same. They are both unusual individuals. Their ability to change form is not confined to their Staffs of Power, it is an ability they possessed since birth, as far as we know,” Erina paused to think, “as for this new Raven, I cannot say for certain. I do not know of anyone who has passed on their staff and mantle in such a way before.”

“We will have to wait and see I suppose,” Satyarani drew a knee up and rested an arm on it. “I myself am fashioned from the earth of my homeland. I was never mortal.”

“I see. I do not think I have heard of such a thing before.”

“The world has many magics, many secrets. Your Cyrus seems like the kind of man who would wish to learn all of them.”

“Aye. I fancy if he could spend his life travelling and learning new magics, he would.”

“What is stopping him?”

“…I do not entirely know. I should ask him when we meet up again.”

“As long as he obeys the laws of my land, he will be welcome in my country.”

“Did Raven obey the laws of your land?”

“For the most part. He did strain against them at times, and lose his temper several times. His anger was understandable, but there are laws in my homeland that cannot be broken in order to retrieve the Elixir of Life.”

“I can imagine,” a fond smile crossed Erina’s face. “He was always somewhat impatient. And could have quite the temper when he felt that not enough was being done.”

“Indeed, that sounds about right. The Raven of now does seem much more patient.”

“Aye, that she is. I wonder if she feels as though she has to prove herself? I do hope that is not the case.”

“Raven of Old casts a long shadow. It will be difficult for her to step from it.”

“If she can free Raven of Old and keep Nevar in the desolate realm, she will certainly step from his shadow.”

“Indeed,” Satyarani looked outside the tent, watching the rain fall. Erina followed her gaze, and the two fell into companionable silence.

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Hoo boy, still not certain about the dissociation, but there you go I guess. Some time away from people and with wolves will be good for her I think

Erina and Satyarani talk of immortality. I had to change this real quick since I rewatched a Secret Temple story compilation yesterday, which had some info I had forgotten. Including the fact that Raven of Old was born immortal. This is important because I have a whole thought dump on immortality in the Raven series and that did answer one of the questions I had. I just had to separate Erina's thoughts from my own.It's mostly that Secret Temple often uses the term 'born mortal', implying that Raven of Old is not, but Nevar is, and I would assume Erina is too, which leads to the idea that possession of a Staff of Power can make you immortal, but then there's the whole of using it for evil taking time off your life and if that's the case how is Nevar still alive, what decides what is an evil deed? Is that why Raven of Old will not attack dishonourably, because it might be deemed evil by, something? And where in bloody hell do the Warriors with Staffs fit into this?! I was talking about this with my beta writer @fairyofsomething​ and honestly, I had thought that having a Staff of Power made you a sorcerer (to use DnD terms), but now it seems more like a warlock thing! Still, I have thoughts, that will be organised, somewhat, and put separately somewhere. Since you know, I'm overthinking a children's game show that might not have had as much thought put in.

[dragon-moms]

Entry 148 - Baroness

Conquest continues.

My creation approached me in the morning in a state of unease. They had seemed similarly the night before, but I had said nothing, knowing I am often wrong about such things. But twice in a row, I felt the need to ask.

“Is everything alright?” I tried as they helped me with my wings.

“Ah, sort of, my lady. Philly and Merry are quite upset and I am attempting to figure out how to help them,” Myrmidon said. “I know Merry is… I worry she is not thinking her current plan of action through clearly. If it is alright, my lady, I will return to them as soon as I am finished here.”

I considered this. “Is this a situation where I can give assistance?” I asked.

“That is quite kind of you, but I believe it is, ah, a family issue,” Myrmidon said.

“Family…” I repeated, confused.

“Ah, I do apologize…” Myrmidon said, looking embarrassed. “Merry has started using that term and… well, I would like to think it is accurate.”

“But… are we not a family?” I asked. There was something I was feeling in my bones, some unease.

“Of course!” Myrmidon said, taking my claws in theirs and giving me a reassuring smile. “I think we can both agree that you and Dagger are a different sort of family to me than Merry and Philly are. But I consider both groups important. You are all my family, I believe.”

“I… see…” I said.

“I am sorry I must go, however. I will see you this evening, my lady,” Myrmidon said.

“I may need your assistance this evening,” I said, hesitating. “But… take care of this issue first…”

They smiled, bowed, and left.

I sat there for a moment.

“You’re just now noticing they’re playing family?” Dagger’s voice asked.

“I… apparently so. I knew they were intimate but I did not consider the long-term effects of this,” I said.

“Yeah, well, I have,” ey said, sighing. “Cause I’m going to be anywhere they are…”

“...I will have to be as well,” I said.

“You’re not trapped for all eternity,” Dagger said. “You can just go lock yourself in a lab or something.”

“...no, I cannot lose you and Myrmidon,” I said.

Dagger made an annoyed noise, and I heard nothing more from em.

I spent the day planning the ritual I would perform as best I could with the supplies available. Due to my lack of reference texts I had decided to break the needed ritual into parts. The first element I needed to confirm was my ability to retrieve the soul of a White dragon without having had personal contact with them.

It was late when Myrmidon returned. Their expression looked at the most slightly better.

“Were you not successful in helping?” I asked.

“They are asleep now, my lady,” Myrmidon said. “Emotional exhaustion, I believe. I apologize for taking so long to return… I had meant to show up with your apprentice to assist earlier, but Philly insisted on being alone. We… had a long talk. Between that and Merry’s actions I am not sure the situation is completely resolved, but there is some improvement.” They took a breath and smiled. “In any case, I am ready to assist you this evening, my lady. What service may I provide?”

“I need you to retrieve a White corpse,” I said. “It will prove a useful focus for this experiment.”

“Ah…” Myrmidon said. “Are we still doing that, my lady? It has been quite some time since I scavenged pieces.”

“This is a unique situation,” I said. “I… I am playing to my strengths in helping with our current task.”

Myrmidon bowed. “I understand, my lady. I will retrieve one with all haste.”

Myrmidon headed out, and I finished triple checking my ritual lines. It should, in theory, work to draw the soul back into existence long enough to speak with it briefly.

A bit later, I heard a sound behind me.

“Are you seriously going to do this?” Dagger asked.

“...yes,” I said. “It is only a preliminary test.”

“I think it’s a terrible idea,” Dagger said. “You’re just going to doom someone else to live this life.”

“...you are still unhappy,” I said.

“I’m fine,” Dagger said. “I’m used to it. But you still did it to me without my permission. You don’t even know these people.”

“...by talking with them, perhaps I could find someone willing…” I started.

“No,” Dagger said. “This is a bad idea.”

“But I…”

“Do you trust me or not?” Dagger yelled, materializing before me. “I thought you were starting to care about people!”

“I am… it is important for my apprentice and friends that I…”

“So nobody else matters?” Dagger yelled. Ey floated forward to get in my face. Eir fin made contact with me as ey went on. “What about the people who died here? What about their lives? Their afterlives? If you’re going to scream about being a good person, you have to…”

Dagger’s eyes started glowing.

“Dagger…” I said.

But there was a flash.

I was in the potion lab I had been staying in. But the equipment looked pristine. A cauldron of some potion bubbled. A Black stirred it while a White flew around the room, hovering with quickly moving wings, almost too quickly to see. They were gathering ingredients and doing some sort of singing, occasionally casting a spell that appeared to be Indira’s Claw to carry items. I could not tell where the spell was inscribed.

“Did you hear about the Queen?” The White asked, their voice moving in pitch as if still singing when they spoke.

“She’s meeting with that envoy from the conquerors again, right?” the Black asked.

“Yeah,” the White said, frustrated. “I don’t understand why she keeps doing that. The Harvest Knights had no problems cutting their way through to their current power.”

“She’s trying to keep us from going to war,” the Black said. “I’m all for that.”

“What’s the point of avoiding war if we’re just going to be their puppet anyway…” the White said. “Everyone keeps whispering about how the Queen is dating this Green envoy.”

“That’s just because she’s been visiting a lot,” the Black said. “For trade negotiations and things.”

“Sure, that’s what they’re saying, anyway. I highly doubt it’s just that. No way this envoy just wants to sell us some things.”

“Now now, Katja, you came here to help create peace, right?” the Black said, smiling as the White handed over another bottle. “You need to be a bit more trusting.”

“This has nothing to do with trust. It’s about not being pushed around! Just because I gave everything up to be here with you doesn’t mean I’m not still a soldier,” the White, referred to as Katja, said. “Doesn’t mean I want to put up with this sort of thing in my territory…”

“I know. That’s why I love you. But let’s finish this batch, okay? That’s what our goals are now, not war.”

“Yeah, yeah…”

The vision disappeared, and Dagger’s form collapsed to the floor.

I let Dagger recover and considered what I had just seen. As I did, Myrmidon entered, carrying something wrapped in cloth.

“My lady? Dagger?” they asked, concerned.

“Ey had a vision,” I said.

“Ah, I see,” Myrmidon said, setting the small object in cloth down on a table. “What did you see, my lady?”

“The owners of this potion lab,” I said.

“Ah, yes?” Myrmidon said. “Interesting. I cannot recall Dagger mentioning a vision of anything not connected to those close to em…”

“It was weird, yeah…” Dagger said, getting up, blinking eir eye as ey tried to steady eirself. “Ugh, my head…”

“I am unsure what information, if any, was relevant there,” I said. “There was a White dragon, but no information about how to make one ‘rise.’”

“I think there was plenty of relevant information,” Dagger said, floating back into the air. “They were just people. They don’t deserve unlife.”

“Is that what you plan to do with this?” Myrmidon asked me.

“I… figured that the most straightforward way to make a White dragon rise…” I said. “I planned to start with speaking to a White soul.”

“Ah, I see,” Myrmidon said.

“And I think she should leave them alone,” Dagger said, averting eir eye.

“This is complex,” Myrmidon said. “There are many with, ah, aversions to this particular area of magic, and I assume it was similar in the past.”

“...I will reconsider,” I said.

“Finally,” Dagger said, disappearing.

“A good plan, my lady. We can discuss this with the group tomorrow,” Myrmidon said.

I nodded.

Soon, Myrmidon left, but they left the White corpse.

I unwrapped it and studied it.

I thought about the White from the vision.

I have a lot to consider.