#ilvermony sorting

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Thunderbird House

Ilvermorny Masterlist

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(All photos found on Pinterest)

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Founded by Chadwick Boot

Favors Adventurers

Represents the Soul

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How I see Thunderbirds:

Deja Vu

I believe they’re old souls

They yearn for adventure and discovery

They are always asking “What else is there?”

They want to make memories

Love language: Quality Time

They find it hard to stay on track because of all the things they are thinking about

Love to make up stories

I think they go more for the Fantasy genre

But I can also see them being history lovers

Pirates, dragon riders, sailors

They want to try stuff out even if they know they shouldn’t but they’re just super curious

Knows better but wants to make dumb decisions

But finds it ridiculous if others do stupid stuff

If they don’t feel that connection with you they’re dissatisfied

They try to read people after they first meet them

Not good at expressing emotions

They feel deeply though

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edited on 04/30/24

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This has let me understand more about the differences of the schools and their different systems

A Complete Guide to Ilvermorny

Created by myself and my lovely fellow analyst.

What Ilvermorny Means

This section focuses on the bare bones of each house. Later I expand in great depth on the specific combinations.

Wampus: Pragmatism. The Wampus wants real world results. It wants things that can assist these results. It will take real, immediate action to achieve these results. Oriented towards events, the exterior world, and action. Searches for advantage in everything. Searches for ways to win. Competition, winning, the real world. Proof. Logic. Action. Horned Serpent: Theories. The world aligns with their system of thought. Why is the world this way? What if it isn’t? The horned serpent considers everything. They scrutinize and analyze. They make the world fit their mind and make their mind for the world. Oriented toward the internal world. Thinking about things for their own sake. No objective but understanding. Pukwudgie: Pukwudgies are what they are. They want to be themselves in all respects, extroverting themselves on the outer world. They are in tune with their own emotions and will follow their gut instincts and feelings wherever they might lead. They have a strong emotional attachment to those they value, and will stay extremely loyal to those select few. Pukwudgies are social without Boeing to society. Thunderbird: Change. The grand concept of the soul. The thunderbird wants change for its internal world. It wishes to be free in its thoughts and it’s desires, pretty much regardless of the outside world. The thunderbird seeks betterment for itself in subjective ways. It does not want to win, it wants to be happy.

Hogwarts/Ilvermorny Combinations

This section focuses on each individual house combination.

Pukwudgie/Hogwarts

The Hero (Gryffindor)

The Traveler (Ravenclaw)

The Loyalist (Hufflepuff)

The Charmer (Slytherin)

Gryffindor/Pukwudgie: These people are the typical thrill seeking freedom fighters of Gryffindor. The social nature of Pukwudgie combines with the glory seeking bravado of Gryffindor to make a person who sees themselves as a hero, and is eager to act accordingly. Gryffindor Pukwudgies are often more attuned to their own wants and the wants of their friends then anything grander. They prefer not to look at the big picture, and instead focus on small situations where they can apply themselves with vigor and individuality. Gryffindor and Pukwudgie are both individualistic and emotional houses, and this manifests particularly strongly in this combination. The Gryffindor is action oriented and the Pukwudgie is social, creating someone who is outspoken and willing to stick to their emotional decisions to the bitter end.

Ravenclaw/Pukwudgie: The Ravenclaw Pukwudgie is primarily concerned with the exploration of the world. The Ravenclaw is insatiably curious, and the Pukwudgie sees the world externally, without becoming preoccupied with the structure of the world or what they can and cannot do. The two houses in combination seek to fully enjoy life, seeking out new knowledge and experiences without very much of an end goal. These people seek to enjoy their life above all else, and will likely have a drive to see the world, try new and exciting things, and will not have patience for those who drag them down to a more boring world.

Hufflepuff/Pukwudgie: The Hufflepuff Pukwudgie is devoted to its friends and family. It will make sure they are happy and healthy above all else, and will define their lives by those they care about. They are more focused on themselves as individuals then the traditional Hufflepuff, who seeks to make things fair for the general world. These Hufflepuffs instead prefer to stay within the circle of those that they love and rarely stray from it. These Pukwudgies will be more selfless and able to dismiss their own emotions easier than most because of their acute awareness of the affect it has on others.

Slytherin/Pukwudgie: Slytherin Pukwudgies are naturals at making connections and thrive in the social world. Their ambition is driven from emotional need, and will often be less traditionally ambitious than the dreams of other Slytherins. They will want to succeed in a social or emotional way, more intangible than the power and wealth many Slytherins seek. They will seek prestige in their social circle, using their quick wits to charm their fellows. They are highly external people, loving the company and positivity of social gatherings and becoming highly adept at navigating such settings.

Wampus/Hogwarts

The Champion (Gryffindor) The Trickster (Ravenclaw) The Paragon (Hufflepuff) The Victor (Slytherin)

Gryffindor/Wampus: Wampus Gryffindors are the most in tune with the real world of Gryffindors. They see the real world problems with constantly sticking to their morals and emotions, and will be willing to change their decisions and adapt to whatever will yield the greatest benefit. This combination is extremely action oriented, often becoming restless when there is no danger for them to face or situation to mend. These will be the most competitive of all Gryffindors, eager to jump on any casual opportunity to show others what they can do. This is the result of the glory seeking nature of Gryffindor combined with the Wampus drive to win. While this combination is highly impulsive and strong willed, it’s logical side and desire to succeed often makes it more detached than most Gryffindors until the opportunity for action arises. This combination will look for logical and analytical reasons why it won or did not win, and thus will often seem changeable, as it is reviewing new data and analyzing while it is taking action. It’s looking at the same time as it’s leaping.

Ravenclaw/Wampus: The Ravenclaw Wampus is the rarest of all sixteen combinations. Understandable as it is a paradoxical personality. Strong willed with malleable beliefs and goals, active with a tendency to hang back and consider all options, and intellectual but fierce. This combination deals in cleverness more than any other type of intellect. It prefers wit and strategy in its thoughts and conversations to a less immediately applicable, more studious knowledge. The introspective nature of Ravenclaw combines with Wampus in two principle ways, first with its competitiveness and its drive to succeed, which makes the Ravenclaw Wampus self critical and keenly aware of its own strengths and weaknesses. Secondly, the introspection combines with the strength of Wampus to create an impassive exterior. This Wampus will conceal its weaknesses behind a thick veil of intellect and prestige.

Hufflepuff/Wampus: The Hufflepuff Wampus has tangible goals that it wants to succeed in, and has a strong drive like other Wampuses, however, this will be offset by their affection for their companions and their wish for these people to succeed as much, if not more, than themself. This manifests as a person who is a strong and charismatic community leader. They will drive groups of people forward highly effectively with an infectious optimism and tireless determination. Both the Wampus and the Hufflepuff houses are hard working houses with great amounts of grit. As a result, the combination will take on massive amounts of work for greater projects with incredible drive. This is a self sacrificing combination with a strong sense of right and wrong, based primarily around justice and fairness. They will fight tirelessly to achieve this fairness in any place they can.

Slytherin/Wampus: The Slytherin and Wampus houses are defined by ambition. Slytherin values ambition deeply, and Wampus’ interaction with the world is based around fighting and winning. As a result, the Slytherin Wampus feels that it must achieve its goals at all costs, and overwhelmingly does so. This type is highly adaptable within the margins of its goals, as it sees many ways it can get what it wants, and has no issue buckling down to what work is necessary. While in true Slytherin nature, it is focused on the end goal at all times, the scrappiness and engagement with the present moment that Wampus brings leads this combination to be more playful than other Slytherins. These Slytherins are so constantly ambitious and secure in their desire that they feel comfortable dropping their seriousness whenever it appeals to them. At the same time, the Slytherin Wampus sees no point in becoming too preoccupied with the negative aspects of the here and now, and has a tendency to “wait out” annoyances, emotional problems, or pain.

Thunderbird/Hogwarts

The Revolutionary (Gryffindor) The Philosopher (Ravenclaw) The Optimist (Hufflepuff) The Candidate (Slytherin)

Gryffindor/Thunderbird: Gryffindor Thunderbird has deeply internalized its moral beliefs. It is guided by its principals and ideals. The contrast in between Thunderbirds vibrant internal world and Gryffindors strong external tendencies make a combination that is powerfully focused on carrying its beliefs into the outside world. This combination makes no compromises. It is resilient against outside influence, and most powerful when faced with impossible odds. In the face of everyone telling it “no”, it plants it’s feet and screams “yes” in response. This Gryffindor is the least boastful an glory seeking of Gryffindors, as it cares very little for the the outside world. It deeply connects to those who share its beliefs however, and will stick to these long lived friendships through any situation, no matter how thick or thin.

Ravenclaw/Thunderbird: The Ravenclaw Thunderbird seeks enlightenment. Regardless of its religious views or what words they might use to describe what they seek, the Ravenclaw Thunderbird wishes to reach a state of complete happiness and knowledge. Both Ravenclaw and Thunderbird constantly seek out something, deep in their core. The Ravenclaw seeks many new ideas, whereas the Thunderbird seeks a single great ideal. In combination, these houses search for all ways they might achieve their final ideal (note: not their final GOAL, the ideal is generally something unattainable. The Ravenclaw Thunderbird considers it nobler to strive for the impossible.) This house will be as curious as the traditional Ravenclaw, but it’s deep held beliefs as a Thunderbird will lead it to dismiss more information than its more trusting and open minded fellows. Ultimately, their greatest priority is enlightenment and whatever else they may have chosen as a panultimate ideal.

Hufflepuff/Thunderbird: The Hufflepuff Thunderbird is probably the greatest source of Hufflepuff’s reputation of being offbeat. The Thunderbird devotion to its internal world mixes with the upbeat attitude of Hufflepuff to create a person who is extremely amiable and easygoing without feeling the need to fit in or act in a way they feel uncomfortable with. This Hufflepuff is more secure in their identity than other Hufflepuffs, and this Thunderbird is more secure in their present situation than other Thunderbirds. This makes a sweet spot of contentment where the Hufflepuff Thunderbird makes it’s home.

Slytherin/Thunderbird: Of the Slytherins, this combination is the deepest emotionally. It does not find the same advantage of repressing its emotions that the other houses do. Instead, this house propels itself through its ambitions with a deep emotional drive to thrive I whatever environment it is put in. The forceful confidence of Slytherin gives this Thunderbird a tendency to hurl themselves into happiness and freedom, acting however they might please. This gives them a forceful and individualistic charisma, but makes them enemies as they can come off as a bull in a china shop when surrounded by weaker personalities. This Slytherin plans ahead less than other Slytherins. It has it’s eventual goals in mind, but it trusts in its ability to improvise with all the cunning and determination it possesses once it comes into contact with an actual impediment.

Horned Serpent/Hogwarts

The Advocate (Gryffindor) The Visionary (Ravenclaw) The Psychologist (Hufflepuff) The Architect (Slytherin)

Gryffindor/Horned Serpent: The Gryffindor Horned Serpent is the fiercest of the Horned Serpents and the most conservative and cautious of the Gryffindors. They have strong held ideas that they reenforce with a powerful will and as much mental energy as they can muster. However, these Gryffindors are aware of the consequences to their actions, and will act in a more refined way, only breaking rules or taking direct action when they see it as good to do so. They will not, however, hesitate to challenge any idea put forward, examining it from both moral and logical standpoints. This combination has a highly tuned moral framework that builds itself on sequences of logic in order to determine what is right. These Horned Serpents are less interested in discovery, experimentation, and hypothesizing than most of their brethren. The Gryffindor in them prefers to take what is established knowledge so that they can act in the moment and will not have to shift their belief system, which is dependent on information. This combination will project themselves as the most prominent mind in the room. They often do not project the pure and quiet intelligence of Ravenclaw combinations or the calculated charisma of Slytherin, but the use of Gryffindor’s indomitable will and Horned Serpents uncontainable mind forces the attention of those nearby. People are drawn to this combination, and it uses this ability to advocate its ideas.

Ravenclaw/Horned Serpent: This combinations mind is completely active. It thinks constantly, developing and discarding ideas and theories at a consummate rate. The quick mindedness of the Ravenclaw allows it to see multiple ideas and possible ways to see a situation at once. At the same time, the Horned Serpent focuses these many ideas, narrowing down those that are illogical and discardable. This combination is fully involved with its mind. Its intelligence propels it in everything it does, shaping its values, shifting its actions. What the Ravenclaw Horned Serpent does will always be to the benefit of knowledge and its own understanding. It will seek the analysis and dissection of the entire world, magnifying every notion as far as it reasonably can. This combination balances a scale in its own mind. On one hand, it enjoys the pure information of chaos, but on the other, the rationality of both houses wants stability. The Ravenclaw Horned Serpent makes its compromise through observation. It will sit still and accumulate knowledge until it sees there is something to be gained for their mind if they move. They will then throw themselves headlong into whatever pursuit they have deemed smart.

Hufflepuff/Horned Serpent: The Hufflepuff Horned Serpent seeks to understand people. It will study someone in all their intricacies, looking to their likes, dislikes, beliefs, motives, and everything else try can glean. This combination loves people as truly as most Hufflepuffs do, but is truly fascinated by them as a Horned Serpent. Hufflepuff’s patience combines with the theories of Horned Serpent to form principles over time. This combination will slowly accumulate similar ideas, slowly turn them over, combine them where they can be combined, and eventually form well fleshed out principles that it can share compassionately with those in need. This combination values wisdom above all else. It wishes to guide others in a subjective manner. Helping them with their minds and their ideas. The strong inclination to fairness that Hufflepuff brings overpowers the wish for personal understanding that Horned Serpent holds dearly. This combination will, as a result, share what it knows indiscriminately. It wishes the world to be better mentally and to be supplied with guiding wisdom that will keep it safe.

Slytherin/Horned Serpent: The Slytherin Horned Serpent wants to build. While it is receptive to the many ideas of the world, it prefers its own. It will be strongly oriented towards order, categories, and rules. These are where the Slytherin ambition and the structured minds of the Horned Serpents thrive. Within this structure, it will create more and more structure, expanding it and pushing the boundaries of the previous rules, before forming new rules and guidelines in a more refined manner. This combination is proud, trusting its own intellect and intuition above all else. Its logic being that they are tried and true indicators. This makes the Slytherin Horned Serpent stubborn minded until failure. At the point of failure, this combination will see no problem admitting that they were wrong and pursuing an entirely different approach. The ambition of Slytherin drives it forward towards a goal or a principle to understand, while the Horned Serpent studies and searches for the best way to achieve such an end.

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You know what? I'm bored, and I've got some ideas, so here are my Ilvermony headcanons.

The separate houses are treated as little more than an aesthetic difference by the students. While there might be rivalries and prank wars between the houses, it never gets to the levels of near discrimination that it gets to at Hogwarts. The students all just consider themselves students of the same school and members of the houses intermingle and hang out with each other all the time. They're even allowed to be in each other's dorms for limited amounts of time each day. The teachers encourage it as they often say that each house represents a part of what every great wizard needs, and coming together helps bring them all together towards the ideal wizard.

It's not uncommon for there to be students from other countries who don't speak English perfectly. Thankfully, there are charms to help translate their speech for the teacher, and the only part of their work that needs to be spoken English are their incantations. Though some might still ask for help in getting the pronunciation correct.

The dining hall students eat in is vastly different from Hogwarts's Great Hall, being a large room with mahogany walls filled with multiple circular tables covered in red tablecloths with gold trim and set with silver untensils, fine blue China plates, and crystal glasses. In the center of the room is a vast roaring fireplace with a picture of the Sayre family overtop of it. During feasts, the Pukwudgies bring out platters and pitchers of food and drink that stay magically hot and cold until the students serve themselves from them. Students are allowed to sit at whatever table they please, and the staff eat at a massive table in the middle of all the others.

The dorms are just different buildings of the castle that have five floors of T-shaped hallways with long red and gold rugs bearing the houses symbol. Along the walls of each hallways are dorm rooms for each years students. Students are assigned two each to a dorm, with their roommates's names being included with the letters they receive at the start of each new year. Roommates can't be changed unless two students agree to trade with each other. The dorms all have two large half poster beds with red and gold sheets and blankets, the blankets also carrying their houses symbol and pillows with blue pillow cases. There's also two desks, half dressers, wardrobes, and a set of three shelves above the dressers on both sides (the rooms are enhanced with expansion charms to give them extra space). The halls for younger students all have a dorm manager in them, an older student who was chosen to sleep on their floor to act as a chaperone and disciplinary figure to the students.

The students get to the school by way of multiple magical single decker busses that all arrive at Rockfeller Center in New York. They drive for around an hour before making a stop at a magically hidden pit stop where the students can get snacks, drinks and use the bathroom before the rest of the journey.

Thanksgivings at Ilvermony are always huge. The decorations include fall leaves that flutter and blow themselves through the halls, realistic turkey figures that jump around and gobble, and in the center of each dining room table is a red and gold hat that plays music. Each table gets its own turkey to carve (any leftovers are served over the next few days as sandwiches) along with boats of gravy and cranberry sauce, bowls of corn, mashed potatoes and carrots. And for dessert, a veritable buffet of pies, including Ilvermony's famous cranberry pie, the recipe said to have been invented by Isolt Sayre herself.

Any students without a wand before coming to school is allowed to select one from the hall of wands just past the sorting room. The hall holds hundreds of wands stacked inside their case along the walls. The room holds both wands so new they were just ordered yesterday and so old they were created at the very start of the school. After each sorting ceremony, the head of the school helps each first year's find a wand that "chooses" them, a process that can take up to an hour at most. It's also heavily guarded at all times by both a pair of heavily armed, muscular Pukwudgies and a rotating member of the staff as it's a prime target for thievery either by students or dark wizards.

Ilvermorny boasts a massive roaster of international magical studies electives. In each one, students can study the government, magical creatures, and magical history of the country of their choosing. Some even go on summer trips to those countries to further their studies.

Rather than O.W.L.s, Ilvermorny students takes the W.I.T. or Wizarding Intuition Tests, something similar to an SAT tests. The tests are taken twice, once during sixth year and once during seventh year for each class the students take, and the combined scores of each year are added together, and that average becomes their score. The better the score in certain subjects, the more job opportunities the students have.

To receive mail, students go to the mail room in a tall tower at the southern side of the castle where every owl goes to bring packages and letters for their deliveriees to receive. The mail room is student run and students are selected at random to do the job.

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The New Student (pt. 1)

Hermione Granger x F!Reader

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Description: Not only is there a new professor but a new student has joined the playing field. Question is- who is she? More importantly, who’s side is she on?

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“We also wish to welcome our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Delores Umbridge and I’m sure you all will join me in wishing the professor good luck. As usually our caretaker Mr. Filch has asked me to remind you-“

A sharp chuckle sounds out through the Great Hall making all students turn as well as Dumbledore to see the new professor standing slowly and making her way towards the front alongside the podium.

Harry leans in to whisper in Hermione’s ear, “She was at my hearing, she works for fudge.”

“Thank you, headmaster” Her uptight voice ringing out, “for those kind words of welcome and how lovely to see all your bright, happy faces smiling back at me. I’m sure we’re all going to be very good friends.”

“That’s likely.” The Weasley twins chime in earning a few chuckles and a sarcastic smile from the pink lady.

Umbridge continues, “The Ministry of Magic has always considered that the education of young witches and wizards to be a vital importance. Although-each headmaster has brought something new to this historic school, progress for the sake of progress must be discouraged. Let us preserve what must be preserved, perfect what can be perfected, and prove practices that ought to be prohibited.” She giggles and walks away with a snarky smile.

Dumbledore claps slowly encouraging the others to do the same. Slowly more students clap awkwardly, besides Filch clapping loudly in the back.

“Thank you, Professor. Lastly, we also have a new student. A transfer from the wizarding school of magic in America, Ilvermony. Please provide Miss Y/l/n with a warm Hogwarts welcome. The school of Ilvermony has their own way of sorting houses which is different than ours but has similarity.”

“Therefore Miss Y/l/n who is a Thunderbird at Ilvermony will either be sorted into Gryffindor or Slytherin. Thus the decision is entirely yours.”

The double doors open and a girl struts through them, making her way down the main aisle and toward the front of the Great Hall. Dumbledore smiles warmly and gestures to the red and green tables.

The girl studies the two tables with sharp eyes, students of Gryffindor and Slytherin hold their breaths. Before making her way toward the Gryffindor table, her robes changed colors slowly as she headed towards an empty spot at the red table.

“Seems like a real ray of sunshine, doesn’t she?” Ron whispers to his friends. Harry nods while Hermione looks over at the girl who picks at her newfound plate in front of her.

“Does it seem weird to you that as soon as Voldemort returns a new student joins Hogwarts from another school?” Harry pipes up.

Hermione bites her lip thinking deeply. “A student hasn't transferred here in over 10 years.”

“You really do know everything.” Ron smiles at Hermione who rolls her eyes playfully a small tingly feeling residing within her. One that's been making home inside her since third year.

She looks over at the girl again though-glances. But she's there looking back.

“Not yet.”

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The Alchemy

James Potter x Fem!Reader

Words: ~3.1k

Heavily inspired by The Alchemy by Taylor Swift

AN: I made up a bunch of stuff about Ilvermony because I don't know anything about it. I also wanted this to be longer but was struggling.

You were a transfer student, an American who was studying magic at Ilvermony School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You were the pride of Thunderbird house, the well-loved heart and soul of your Quidditch team with a curious and adventurous heart. 

When your mother and father told you they’d been called from their jobs at the Magical Congress to liaise with the Ministry of Magic for an indefinite stretch of time, forcing you to live in Europe, you were disheartened. You worked so hard to achieve your status as captain of the Thunderbird team, and last year you’d finally beaten Wampus after a looong winning streak. 

Of course, it wasn’t always easy. No-Maj’s and wizards alike were being recruited into the military, inflation was at an all-time high, and there was somehow only one wizarding school in America, which meant the admissions process was rigorous. You were one of the lucky ones with good grades and magical talent strong enough to get you an invitation. 

Your one saving grace was that you were entering sixth year at Hogwarts at the beginning of the year, and not the middle. So at least you weren’t the only one being sorted into a house. Unluckily for you, the only other students being sorted were first years.

Therefore, you stood in a crowd of sweaty eleven-year-olds two heads shorter than you, sticking out like a sore thumb. Nonetheless, you stood tall and waited for your name to be called. Their sorting process was different from yours, but no less magical. When you were called up to sit on a stool in front of the entire school, and the sorting hat was placed on your head, you were surprised to hear him speak inside your head. 

“Oh, an American. How exotic. A clever one, and proud. But so full of heart. You’ll be a challenge to sort, so very well-rounded.”

And then out loud, he spoke in that creaky old voice: “More than anything else, you’re a team player. Better be… GRYFFINDOR!” You glided over to the long table all robed in red and gold. Chin up, your eyes roved over the table looking for an empty space to sit. You were lucky to see a redhead smile at you and nod her head to the empty seat between her and a girl with curly dark hair. 

You gave a relieved smile and made your way to the group near the center of the table. 

“Hello,” the redhead gave you a crooked smile. “Must be awful being new to school and stuck with all the first years. I’m Lily. These are Mary, Marlene, and Dorcas, my best mates,” she gestured to the three girls seated nearest to her. “Come on, sit and I’ll introduce you to the rest.”

“You’re a shy thing, aren’t you,” Mary smiled from right beside you and you let out a laugh and gave them your name before responding. 

“Shy? Not a chance. Wary of being the only brand new sixth year at this school? Definitely.”

There was a moment of silence as the girls (and the four boys sitting across from you all) took in your accented English. 

“No need to be wary, you’re in good hands,” you turned from Mary’s lighthearted gaze to lock eyes with the handsome boy in front of you. He had dark curly hair and a pair of glasses set slightly askew on a strong nose. 

“I don’t know, pretty boy,” you raised an eyebrow at him. “You look like mischief.” There was a blonde, shorter than the other boys, watching the two of you like a tennis match. 

“You look like you’d enjoy a bit of mischief,” the curly-haired boy spoke again, and you gave him a smile. 

“You’d like to know, wouldn’t you?”

“Alright, ladies and gents, that’s enough of that,” the long-haired boy next to him was fanning himself with his hand. “Now, James, if you’d introduce us to our new friend, that would be lovely.”

“Right. On the end is Remus, he’s very handsome and tall but don’t let that fool you. He’s very smart and he’s mean to me.”

Remus pinched his nose in his long fingers and shook his head. 

“I am not mean to you. I’m just the only one with a sense of responsibility around here-”

James pointed to the long-haired boy next. “This is Sirius, he’s the man with a plan. It’s why his hair’s so long and luscious, it’s full of ideas.”

Sirius choked a laugh out of his nose as he took a sip of his water.

“This is Peter, unassuming but mighty.”

“Hey-” Peter looked amused but put off by the group’s bursts of giggles at his description. 

“And I’m James,” he was smiling directly at you then, and you couldn’t help the warmth in your cheeks. 

“And who are you, James?” You asked, the silence around you alerting you that the group was hanging on your every word.

“You’d like to know, wouldn’t you?”

This happens once every few lifetimes

These chemicals hit me like white wine

“Do they play Quidditch at Ilvermony?” Lily asked you one Sunday night as you sat in the Gryffindor common room. You were studying with her and Remus. Somehow after the first week of school you were already bogged down with work.

“Do they- of course! It’s only my favorite thing other than pizza.” You gushed, assignment forgotten. 

“So you play?” Remus had a look in his eyes, something you were beginning to recognize as gears turning and a new idea forming.

“I do. I was the Thunderbird captain, a seeker, and helped bring our team to win in the finals against Wampus who held the title for sixty years.”

“Were you looking to play here?” Remus wondered aloud, and Lily was staying mysteriously quiet during your interaction. 

“I… Well I want to. But it’s all an adjustment. New school, new friends, getting lined up with classes and transferring my old work. It would be hard.”

“Just because it’s hard doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do it. If it makes you happy, you could always talk to James, he’s Gryffindor’s captain. And,” Remus was smiling mischievously and you just knew he was plotting. “We’re in need of a seeker.”

“James has been holding tryouts every day since the school year started and hasn’t found anyone up to his caliber yet,” Lily added. “Plus, you know you want to get to know him better.” 

You inhaled deeply, going over your options. On the one hand, you were already bogged down with work and didn’t need an additional commitment. On the other hand, you loved quidditch and it brought you so much joy. On another third hand, Lily was right. You wanted to see more of James. Aside from classes he was elusive, and you’d finally found out why. So maybe if you made the team you’d be able to get to know him better. 

That’s how you ended up out in the rain the next day after class in what was somehow both an unfamiliar uniform… but also a uniform that made you feel like you were at home again. 

The team was running drills while James tested out the seekers, of which you were in a group of six. Sirius explained it all to you. James would test all the prospective members on speed in a group setting; speed was the most basic of a seeker’s skills. Next, he would whittle it down to a smaller group (you and three others at that point) to test hand-eye coordination and agility. Could you catch a snitch? Could you dodge a bludger? 

Then there were two of you. You and a boy whose name you didn’t care about. You were in your element and there was no way you were letting this opportunity go. 

“Now, I want to see the two of you at your best. You’re going to have one last challenge today, I’ll discuss with the team, and we’ll let you know tomorrow whether either of you make it.”

“Whether or not we make the team?” The boy next to you balked. “You’re in desperate need of a seeker. The season is starting soon. You’ve got to pick one of us… right?”

James raised an eyebrow at him, and stared him down. It was pretty hot, if you were being honest with yourself. 

“If you’ve got what it takes, we’ll keep you on. But this team is a family built on mutual trust and understanding. If you haven’t got the right attitude, you won’t last a day here.” He looked at you, his seriousness not fading. “That goes for both of you.”

You nodded, taking his words to heart. You wanted that feeling of a family again, you were never close with your parents. They were always working, and their work was more important than you in a lot of ways. Quidditch was everything to you because it introduced you to many of your close friends. You felt loved and important. You weren’t about to give that up. 

“Now, for your challenge.” He grinned, that lovable goofy look lighting up his face. “Sirius is going to release the snitch on my signal. All you have to do is catch it.”

The boy next to you frowned. 

“We already practiced catching the snitch, why are we doing it again?”

James, in response, put two fingers to his lips and let out a long whistle, you followed his gaze to the skies where high above you could see a long flowing red and gold cape topped with a head of shiny black hair. Sirius. 

As you watched, he pulled a shiny golden ball out of his cloak and released it. 

“Go.”

You went off like a bullet. Your broom was an extension of your body and as you sped high into the sky, eyes searching for that golden glint, you could barely hear the squawking of the boy behind you as he failed to catch up. 

“Beaters, at the ready!” James shouted, and you suddenly realized this was going to be a little more difficult than just beating your competitor. The team that was once running drills was now lined up with bats in hand, and one of them was on the ground with a box with what you assumed to be a bludger. 

“Release!” 

“Fuck,” you muttered as not one but two bludgers were released. 

You wove and dove out of the way of the bludgers, eyes searching until you saw it. A tiny golden flicker off to your left. But once you spotted it and zoomed off, your competitor noticed and followed you. 

It must have been a charmed snitch, because it was only a few minutes of flitting about before it took a dive directly towards the ground.

So, what did you do? You dove. 

You shot towards the ground faster than you would have had you been falling, your tight grip on your broom the only thing keeping you from flattening against the ground as you pulled up at the last minute and grasped the snitch in your gloved hand. However, the sudden slowdown and one-handed grip didn’t help you when Mister Second Best and his broom collided with you, sending you tumbling a couple feet to the ground. 

You skidded across the dirt before rolling to a stop, your iron grip on the snitch not loosening. 

“Dude! Pay more attention!” Were the first words out of your mouth once you had it in you to stand up. You were lucky that quidditch uniforms included some padding. “You could have killed me if you’d knocked into me any higher!” 

“So sorry, princess. Maybe you should have had two hands on the broom!” He shot back at you, and you didn’t notice James coming up behind you as your anger flared. 

“I only had one hand on the broom because I caught the snitch you absolute oaf!” You thrust out your muddy arm, two fingers pinching the winged ball between them. That shut him up, his lips snapping together with a wet sound. 

“Wonderful job, both of you,” You nearly jumped out of your skin at James’ voice, but calmed yourself as you turned to him. He had a good poker face but if you were correct he looked a little impressed. “Go get cleaned up, I’ll get back to you tomorrow.” 

You nodded with a smile and grabbed your broom, swung a very sore leg over it, and flew back towards the changing rooms. 

“So, how did it go?” Lily and Mary were waiting for you in the Gryffindor common room, and you lit up with a smile. 

“I think it went really, really well.” You sat down on a couch and winced, your bruised back protesting at the movement. “There was a collision at the end and I got knocked off my broom but I think other than that it went really well.”

“That’s an understatement,” you turned your head to see Sirius walking in, hair freshly washed and tied into a low knot. “She wiped the floor with McLaggen, it was a sight!” You pursed your lips, trying not to show how pleased you were with his assessment. You were hoping James felt the same. 

You didn’t see the curly-headed boy until he was seated in front of you at breakfast the next day, Sirius and Remus to his right and Peter to his left. You weren’t sure what to make of him, the obvious chemistry between you was alluring but he also held your fate in his hands in regards to the quidditch team. 

“So,” he started after taking a bite of toast. “The team has decided to take you on as our Seeker with McLaggen as a back up.”

You froze, and the girls were silent beside you as you processed for a split second before bursting into a joyous grin.

“That’s awesome!” You exclaimed and suddenly the group was alight with whooping and congratulations. “I can’t wait.” You said, quieter, and tucked into your breakfast. 

So when I touch down

Call the amateurs and

Cut 'em from the team

Ditch the clowns, get the crown

Baby I'm the one to beat

Cause the sign on your heart

Said it's still reserved for me

Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

It was a few days later, days of rigorous practice behind you as you approached the weekend. You were somehow navigating quidditch and schoolwork, but you needed a break. 

“Hey,” you heard your name called and turned in the busy hallway to see a flushed James walking towards you. 

“What can I do for you, pretty boy?” You loved to see that bashful look on his face. God, he was precious. 

“I was wondering if you wanted to take a break with me?” He started, a crooked smile on his face. “It’s not a Hogsmeade weekend, but we could go for a walk by the Black Lake.”

“That sounds really nice,” you smiled. “When?”

“Well, if you wanted to sneak into the kitchens with me and grab a few pastries… We could go right now?”

“That sounds like mischief to me, I’m in,” you let out a giggle as he took your hand and pulled you through the hallways towards what you assumed was a secret entrance to the kitchens. You both plucked a few fresh pastries from the counters, wrapped them in cloths, and ran out of there. 

The walk to the lake was nice, the two of you talking about your families and friends, what you liked about your classes so far, and more. 

You found that as you sat there with him, you had more in common than you thought. It felt like there was an electric current running between the two of you, your energy fed off of each other. You must have sat there for over an hour because the sun was high in the sky, definitely later than the mid morning when you’d left.

“You know,” James said after a comfortable silence. You turned to look at him but he was gazing over the lake. “We’ve only known each other less than a month but I can’t imagine my days without seeing you around in the halls or at quidditch. You’re unforgettable.” You inhaled deeply, the scent of blooming trees heavy in your nose as you thought about what he said.

“I never felt such an instant connection with anyone like I did with you,” you admitted, a bit shyly despite your original introduction all those weeks ago. “I like being around you.”

“I like being around you, too,” he parroted with that beaming smile. 

You spent most Saturdays after that taking walks with James, and the Black Lake became a special place where the two of you could spend time together away from your group of friends. 

It was there, sitting with your backs against a wide tree, that you found yourself a few weeks later on a cool Saturday in late October. You’d been planning quidditch plays for hours with James in the early morning, getting ready for a match against Slytherin. Your former position as captain of Thunderbird’s team gave you a plethora of knowledge and skill related to planning and strategizing, making you James’ favorite person to bounce ideas off of. 

However, you needed a break from the intense planning and suggested a walk in the cool air to clear your heads. James was never one to say no to you. 

So you sat, breathed in the crisp air, and turned your head to gaze over at the object of your affections. 

“James?”

“At your service,” he replied formally, eliciting a soft laugh from your lips. 

“I’m serious, I have a question,” you replied, waiting for him to turn his head. 

“If this is about quidditch, I thought we were taking a break from that,” he was smirking as he turned his head, and suddenly you were both so close.

“I was wondering if you wanted to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you.”

He was silent for a moment, eyes wide behind his spectacles. 

“Well yeah, I thought that was obvious. I’m absolutely smitten,” he was grinning from ear to ear, and reached out to tangle his fingers with yours in what could only be called a hand-hold. 

“Absolutely smitten, you say?” You pondered, tapping a finger against your chin.

“Devastatingly.” He nodded at you.

“Better kiss me now then, before you lose your chance.”

He laughed, a joyous noise, before cupping your chin in his hand and kissing you. 

It felt like you’d shaken up a vial full of chemicals and you were slowly burning on the inside, an explosion of wonder and light. 

When you broke apart, you could only stare at him with glazed over eyes. 

“We should do that again, yeah?” 

“Yeah.”

Masterlist

[nioumin-draw]

Facts about Lorelei Sanders ( HPMA) #1 :

•Lorelei been sorted in Gryffindor house, if she were in ilvermony she would be sorted to Wampus or Thunderbird

•she live to Nothing hill with her family

•When she spent her summer vacation to Uganda her family for visit her mother's family side , the thing she loves most is doing Safari.

• she used to have some muggle "friends" before Hogwarts , after she go to Hogwarts she told them she been accepted to a boarding school. She tried to sent them some letters but they never write her back but she haven't been upset because she knew it will happen and she have new true friends now.

•her patronus is a lioness

•the most happiest memory she remember for creat her patronus is : when she met the Holyhead Harpies atvher first quidditch game.

• Robyn Thistlethwaite became her best friends during Hogwarts because of their love for quidditch and she also have a bond for Daniel Page and consider him as a precious friend, she is always worry about him and protect him if it's necessary.

•At first the first sight she found William Lee too immature and is annoyed by him and his shenanigans but appreciates his kindness towards animals and his optimistic and funny personality and you'll never find a better dance partner than him , people wondering how that could work between them XD 🤣.

•During the 3 first year she had long curly hairs and cut them for year 4

• her cat , Comoros ( Named from a African région) is a present from her parents for her first year to Hogwarts.

•She realize she fell in love with William Lee at the end of year 2 and in year 4 the became officially a couple.

• she can't stand Cassandra Vole but is always ready to help her.

•Fischer Frey have a crush for her but she rejected him all time.

• according to William Lee , she smell Vanilla and coconut, probably because of hair care cream.

• Because of a misunderstanding with William she was a bit jealous of Abigail Grey ( who had a crush on him ) but after a explanation they become great friends

• She play quidditch as chaser with Liam Whitlock-Kim @chirithy564 at year 2 and became seeker at year 4

•William and her first date was supposed to be in Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop in Hogsmeade but it finally end to The three broomsticks because it was to Pink for them XD and a butterbeer sound better than tea 🍻.

•she a big fan of the Holyhead Harpies.

•she is inspired from the actress and Singer Zendaya.

• she is very proud of her father despite the fact he is a squib and would punch anybody who say trash about him.

• She is Aries 🐏♈

• her favorite flowers are begonias , tulip 🌷 and flowering plant.

[newgh0ul]

Madness - Draco Malfoy x Reader - Part Two

Uncertainty riddled my thoughts as I boarded the Hogwarts Express. Hesitancy accented by body language, and slowed down every step I took. Everyone just seemed to know where to go, well...except for the first years. Here I was, older than the first years, looking just as lost and ridiculous.

Wondering down a hall, trying to find somewhere empty to sit, my body collides with someone. I look up, to see a boy with bright red hair standing over me. "Oh, bloody hell, are you alright?" He asks, and stretches out a hand to pull me up. I take his hand, and dust myself off. "Yeah, yeah, my ass broke my fall."

He chuckles, "Are you American?" My face beats up a bit and I awkwardly laugh, "That obvious?" He gives me a small nod. His pale skin can't hide the redness under his cheeks. "I'm Leah, I'm starting my fourth year." I give him my hand, and he eagerly shakes it, maybe a second too long. "Ron, I'm also a fourth year. I don't think I've seen you around here before-"

"I'm a transfer...from Ilvermony." I watch as the gears turn in his head, and he realizes why he's never seen me before. "I take it you don't have anyone to sit with?" He asks.

"What's that supposed to mean, Ron?" I tease.

"I-I just mean that...yknow you probably don't know anyone yet." He struggles through his embarrassment, I think it's sweet. "I was only joking." I tell him. He lets out a sigh of relief, and his shoulders slouch with the weight I've just taken off of him.

"Come sit with me and my friends, then." I take him up on his invite, following him to a carriage on the train.

There sat a boy with messy brown hair that framed his face, and circular glasses resting on his nose. He looked so familiar, but I just couldn't place my finger on it.

Next to him was a girl, with messy ginger hair, and a striking look on her face as I walked in. I wouldn't describe it as pleased, more like...challenged.

"That's Harry, and that's Hermione. This is Leah" He quickly introduced us all. Harry and Hermione looked equally confused as I took a seat, "Ron invited me to sit with you guys, it's nice to meet you." I smiled. The two gave me fake sweet smiles and a forced response.

An awkward tension hung over the carriage, I mostly spoke to Ron who was much more conversational than the other two. Hermione not-so-subtly glared daggers between Ron and I, her eyes peering over the newspaper she read. My aunt was reading the same one just this morning before she took me to King's Cross, but I forgot to ask about it.

'SCENES OF TERROR AT THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP' Headlined the page, hanging over a animated black-and-white photograph. I tried to make out what the picture was, some sort of skull and snake, I believe.

"So...what happened at the quidditch World Cup?" I decided to ask. Hermione lowered the paper, her lips still pursed and eyes steady on me.

"How do you not know? It's everywhere" She replied.

"I've had a busy summer, a little too preoccupied with moving to London."

"Surely you know about the Death Eaters and their attack?" Ron asks me, lowering his voice.

"No...no, I don't." I feel like I've just prodded at a sensitive topic, and even though Hermione and Harry aren't too warm to me, I hope I haven't just ruined my chance at being their friends.

"The Death Eaters attacked some muggles, and started a riot at the World Cup." Harry breaks his silence on the matter. As soon as he's done talking, he looks away, and focuses on the scenery outside of the window. I nod back, even though he's not even looking at me. There are no words that feel right to say right now. The air is suddenly heavy. Even Ron can't hide his look of disdain.

"Excuse me, I'm gonna go use the restroom." I stand to my feet, and exit the carriage. The heavy atmosphere seems to follow me, weighing me down. My heart aches for Ilvermony and for my friends there. I don't want to know any of these people, I don't want to start again. I want to go home. All I can think of is home.

As I reach the bathroom, the door swings open. Out steps a blonde boy, in a black suit. My spiraling stops as I realize he's the same boy from the book store. He stands there, and I decide to make the first move.

"Excuse me, how are these manners for you?" I spit as I shoulder check him as he did to me. Just as I grab the handle to the bathroom, and try to make my way inside, his hand latches around my arm. His grip is tight, and he inches closer to me. I can hear each breath he takes as he squeezes tighter.

"You should know your place, little American girl." He growls and lets go, shoving me back a little. I hit the doorframe and watch as he walks away.

I glance around to see if anyone saw, and to my luck, no one did. I shut the door behind me, and lock it. As soon as I hear the door lock, I start to cry.

I want to go home.

(word count: 920)

(this is being posted on Wattpad under the same name, along as the madness tag on my profile. I’m putting it on ao3 as soon as I get my invite. Enjoy <3)

[anderperrylover]

So...

A while ago I dropped an idea for a DPS x ATYD type of fic and honestly - hear me out - Have it set in like the same era and start it with Cameron (he has two brothers) he gets the supposed Ilvermony letter, but nope - it's an official letter that basically invites the parents for a meeting - then in a meeting we get the worst news - There is some unspoken danger of sorts and they'll be transferring students everywhere - I mean everywhere (Beauxbatons Academy is like Henley Hall and well Hogwarts is like Welltonish I guess)

Cameron who was set to start off is basically tossed into a new place with new students and has mixed feelings about being sorted into a house at Hogwarts (SLYTHERIN). Then the narrative shifts, we get introduced to the others, Neil (Who is giving Sirius energy - Who is already a good friend of Charlie). The boys are strangers and then we GET TO MEET KEATING CAUSE NO KEATING IS KEATING AND TURNS OUT HE'S BEEN TO BOTH SCHOOLS FOR SOME REASON. Don't know what the hell he teaches.

Then basically the plot does plot things?

Neil meets Todd later on down the line (When Todd is transfered and the boy is bloody in love) - Todd is a non mag and Neil comes from a Pure blood dynasty

Charlie falls for Knox who also falls for him but it's Jegulus coded. Charlie does something pretty big...I see a confrontation between them at some point (ALSO CHARLIE AS A METAMORPHMAGUS) - Also either of them becomes a death eater (Maybe Charlie does and Knox has to watch the man he loves fall astray)

Meeks and Pitts are chaotic I WANT THEM TO BE CHAOS...But I want them to uncover a great secret (They definitely become animagi)

Cameron has probably a more severe arc? Like at one point he returns home to find that it had been burnt to the ground. He finds out that his oldest brother is dead and finds out the youngest one had turned against authority - But he also begin to see the cracks appear and he sees the system that failed them - Also Cameron with middle child syndrome who is a Legilimens,  (LIKE THINK ABOUT IT) - We get a Cameron and younger brother showdown at one point

Neil's father isn't happy with the arrangement cause HE IS AN ASSHOLE and HE WOULD RATHER HAVE HIS SON PULLED OUT OF HOGWARTS AND ENROLLED AT A STRICTER INSTITUTE...

All the while KEATING IS A FUCKING LEGEND WHO INTRODUCES POETRY TO EVERYONE (AND SOON IT'S LIKE THIS BIG MOVEMENT OF POETRY AND THE ADMINISTRATION BACK HOME IS PISSED)

[lynnmatthewswrites]

The New Girl at Hogwarts: Chapter One- The Move

Authors Note: Hiya! I started writing this because I couldn’t see myself in so many fanfiction protagonists! I love the Harry Potter series and really relate to Hermione and Luna, who were so proudly not submitting to stupid things like pink and girly stuff! This fic is a love letter to the quirky girls and the girls who love Hogwarts! I also thought id include a gay character for gay rights! Sorry if there r any typos I tried my best.(LMK if you want a Y/N ver)

Sarah Lynn Clampitt wasn’t like a lot of girls she knew. Sarah Lynn didn’t like Taylor Swift or Lana Del Rey. Her favorite band was Panic! at The Disco, or maybe Paramore, though they were so underground most of her friends had never heard of them. Sarah Lynn didn’t care about short skirts and being girly, and much preferred hanging with the boys and getting dirty over lip gloss and glitter. She was also a witch, and went to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Of course, that was until her rich father died tragically, and she had to move in with her mom’s sister in England. (her mom died when she was a baby in a tragic accident and it was really sad)

Sarah Lynn would miss Ilvermony, even though she was sort of unpopular- all the other girls liked Taylor Swift and the Eras Tour and the Barbie movie, while Sarah Lynn hung out with boys- and the boys liked her, but still! Sarah Lynn sighed, looked out of the airplane window, and shed a single tear, missing her dad and her friends from New York. But they didn’t matter anymore. She was going to Hogwarts, and things were gonna be different! She put in her wired earbuds (airpods are stupid) and started playing one of her favorite songs- “House of Memories” by Panic! at the Disco. (AN: most people have never heard of this song but def check it out! it’s super good) She really liked P!ATD, even though Brandon Urine had collabed with stupid taylor swift. 

Sarah Lynn realized she had fallen asleep on the plane, and they were now landing in London. She pulled her golden blonde hair into a messy bun and pulled down her baggy t-shirt and walked off the plane with her backpack. Her aunt had texted her that she would pick her up at the airport, but Sarah Lynn had just now realized her aunt’s appearance was a total mystery to her. She walked off the plane and into the airport, where she began to read the names on signs- John, Craig, Angie, Bob, Robert, Bobby, Bob, until she saw a sign that made her freeze. It was a pink, glittery sign, with hello kitty and my little ponies on it. Even more terrifying was what it read. Sarah Lynn. THIS was her aunt? Sarah Lynn looked up to see a bleach blonde, lip-gloss wearing, stanley-cup-having woman. “Hi sweetie! I’m your aunt Jessica!” Sarah Lynn was terrified. Who was this woman? How was she even related to Sarah Lynn’s beautiful mother(who died when she was a baby)

“Hi Aunt Jessica?” Sarah Lynn grimaced. 

“C’mon sweetie! Let’s get to Kings Cross!”

So the pair climbed in to Aunt Jessica’s cramped and cluttered mini, which Aunt Jessica wasn’t an adept driver of, and drove to King’s Cross, where Sarah Lynn climbed out of the car, thanked Aunt Jessica, and walked off to platform 9 and ¾. When Lynn got on the train an old man with black hair stopped her. 

“Are you Sarah Lynn Clampitt?” he asked. 

“Yes” I said.

“Well, you’re new, so you have to go to the transfer student cabin!” he yelled, pulling Sarah Lynn by her arm to the back of the train into a cell-like chamber filled with moldy bread. 

“No! Help!” Sarah Lynn screamed, banging on the door, but to no avail. Eventually she fell asleep in the cold cell, and when she woke up… she was at Hogwarts!

She was ushered inside, where she was led up to the sorting ceremony with the first years. Wow she thought. Cool. When she was pushed up onto the stage, everyone looked at her confused- she was fifteen, not eleven! Sarah Lynn blushed, before going “Erm- awko taco!” and then everyone laughed and clapped. Dumbedore put the hat on Sarah Lynn’s hat and it didnt even hesitate, just yelled GRIFFYNDOR!! so Sarah Lynn went to sit at the Gryffindor table. 

She sat next to a girl with curly hair, a ginger boy, and a boy with glasses. “Hi! I’m Sarah Lynn Clampitt. Can I sit here?”

“Of course!” The curly haired girl said. “My name is Hermione Grager, and these are Ron Weasley and Harry Potter.”

“Nice to meet you” Harry said “Where are you from?”

“Im from Ilvermony in New York. But then my dad died, and my mom died when I was a baby.”

“Im so sorry” Ron said. 

“It's ok. I’m just happy to be here!” Sarah responded

“You seem really cool for a girl. Girls are so much drama.” Hemione vocated.

“Oh my god you too! I hate Taylor Swift.”

“I hate her too. I hate her I hate her I hate her. What type of music do you like?” 

“I love Panic! at the Disco and Paramore- you’ve probably never heard of them.”

“I’ve never heard of them ever!” Ron said gingerly

“They’re super good. I love Brandon Urine, even though he made a song with stupid taylor.”

The group all ewwed in unison. Just then a boy in a Charli XCX shirt sat down by Harry. Harry exclaimed “Hi Neville!”

“Hey ddady!” Neville remarked svltrily. “Snatch my wig and i oop lets roide lavender lamborgini roll up in a blue bikini- whos the new girl??”

“That’s Lynn. She’s cool.” Harry dictated. “She’s from America.”

“Oh America the land of Beyonce werk slay queen girlboss!!” Neville announced. “That’s so mother of you.”

“I hate Beyonce. She’s basic.” Sarah Lynn remarked. “You seem cool though.”

“Oh Em Gee, how can you sin upon mother girlboss? That’s so not cool I T G I R L U know I am that girl of you!” Neville sobbed.

“He’s a little sensitive.” Hermoine remarked as Neville ran of sobbing. “But he’s cool sometimes.”

“Huh.” Sarah intoned, before Dumbledore started talking. “Welcome students? My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am the headmaster of this school. This year, we’ve welcomed dementors and also fortune-telling because Voldemort is on the rise. Anyway, enjoy the feast!” dumbledore exclaimed as delicious food appeared before everyone- it looked like everyone got to eat their favorite food! Sarah gasped as chicken nuggets magically appeared before her. Sarah Lynn loved chicken nuggets.

“Oh my god I love chicken nuggets. Oh my god.” Sarah Lynn cried.

“Me too girl!” Hermine attributed.

“I’d be late to my wedding and just run in like SORRY I WAS GETTING CHICKIE NUGGIES!” Sarah quipped.

Sarah Lynn and Herione cheersed each other with their chicken nuggets, looking out on the other girls eating their salads and protein shakes, rolling their eyes. Stupid iceberg lettuce and croutons. Sarah Lynn felt very happy, like she’d finally found her place. A girl who was also not like other girls. Two new boys she could be one of. She was excited to learn the in and out of Hogwarts- and then she saw him. 

[bitbybitwrites]

For the prompt game: 2,4,6

2. hogwarts!au + 4. meet messy + 6. "what is that?"

Sorry for the delay in response . . life is way too crazy, but here's a little Hogwarts!Klaine for you, @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion

(I've pretty much given up on the"stick to a drabble" part of this challenge . . 😂)

NOTE:

1.)In this fic the students are in their 5th year at Hogwarts- about 16 years of age.

2.) I added a number of links to things I referred to in the HP world that perhaps folks not familiar with it might not understand

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The sound of the explosion was near deafening.

Kurt really should have seen it coming, but he was trying to just keep his head down and quietly read from an Advanced Potions textbook he discovered in a back cupboard of the classroom.  Professor Scheuster, the German Potions Master that had been hired by Hogwarts some time ago to fill the void Professor Snape had left after he perished in the Second Wizarding War, was busy expounding on the trials and tribulations of potion making in modern day Britain.

Kurt rolled his eyes. The new potions master was passible at the very least when it came to his competency levels as a teacher.  He failed to really pay attention to his students most of the time in class (favoring one or two of them constantly). Scheuster’s lessons were so mind-numbingly boring, and ridiculously easy ( by Kurt’s standards), that Kurt found he needed to find his own some sort of intellectual stimulation if he was to sit through the class.

So his own secret, independent studies began.

In all honesty, during most Potions classes, Kurt found it best to just tune out the monotone droning of Professor Scheuster.  Kurt would quickly and easily finish the class assignments so as not to raise suspicion, before slipping out his new/old textbook and begin either note taking or potion making of his own accord.

He was a Slytherin after all.

When he first was sorted into the house, Kurt was personally affronted that he wasn’t a Ravenclaw like his mother had been.  His father had then pointed out how resourceful, determined and ambitious he was, Kurt really couldn’t argue. Well,  did argue with the cunning characteristic, but here he was in class getting away with teaching himself far advanced potion techniques right under his oblivious professor’s nose.

So maybe he was in the right house after all.

Kurt was just in the middle of reading the part of the chapter where it was extolling the various uses of boomslang skin -  the one in polyjuice potion  was most fascinating to Kurt. 

That’s when it happened.

He heard a scuffle behind him, as well as some muttered curses and a few clattering sounds as someone’s table got upended and items fell to the floor.  Just as Kurt turned his head, he saw a flash of green, then yellow and then purple and then:

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.

When the smoke had finally cleared, a foul stench had filled the air and Kurt felt a sticky, slimy substance start to ooze from his head down the back of his robes.  Oh god, it was gross.

Professor Scheuster groaned.  “Is anyone injured?”

As the ooze began to tingle, then burn down the back of his neck, Kurt quickly raised his hand and at the same time he heard behind him:

“I think I may have to go to see the school matron -  I mean nurse . .”

“It’s Madame Pillsbury, you twat,” another voice behind Kurt sneered.

Kurt  looked over his shoulder and saw the new Ilvermony transfer student covered in the same slime, though mostly on his face and yellow robes.  The boy’s eyes were screwed shut, his dark, curly hair matted with the dark greenish goo.  Kurt could only hope whatever got on the both of them didn’t get in his eyes.

“Professor,” Kurt piped up. “I need to see the matron as well.  Something is burning down my neck.  I can take him.”

The potions master nodded and waved off the rest of the students as he began to cast air purifying charms in the space. “Go, go, Hummel.  The rest of you, just finish the reading and we’ll continue on this next time. Don’t forget I want  2 feet of parchment next time on the uses of the alihotsy plant.  We will be working with Professor Longbottom in the greenhouses next class harvesting what we need for your next potion.”

The rest of the class began muttering and sighing as they shuffled out of the room.  Kurt had to cast a quick scourgify on his book bag and robes as well as the transfer student’s. A quick Wingardium Leviosa was muttered to assure they would stay close, before leading the near blind boy towards the stair case that brought students up from the dungeons.

“Thank you,“ the student  mumbled as he slowly walked beside Kurt, slightly shuffling his feet.  “The day was going downhill anyway.  Might as well just add getting doused in whatever this is as a cherry on top of the proverbial shit sundae that is my life.”

Kurt snickered.  “That bad?”

The boy sighed.  “Ever since I got here those guys just won’t let me catch a break.  Yesterday they spelled my shoes to stay stuck to the floor of my bedroom.  I was nearly late to my first classes because it took me forever to get them loose.  Fucking Slytherins,” he muttered under his breath

Kurt tensed up next to him.  “Well, that sort of house animosity is frowned upon -  you do know that Headmistress  Sylvester herself is a Slytherin.”

Blaine, mumbled quickly to back track.  “I’m sorry .  . .I don’t mean all of them are like that. Its just. . .well, if there are any guys here at the school who would be walking stereotypes of what we all read about Slytherins in the states - it would be those two. “

Kurt couldn’t disagree.  “I’m sorry they haven’t been nice to you.  Some of the old families are just too damn stubborn and stuck in their ways.  That sort of mode of thinking is outdated -  a superiority of one house over another - the 'purity of blood' myth - it’s disgusting.”

“Yeah, they’ve been on my case about that a lot too.  Not to my face, more like under their breath, but they make sure they are loud enough for me to hear it.  My dad is a No-Maj . . I, uh you call them Muggles . . . so . .”

“Mine too.”

“Oh,” Blaine gave Kurt a sad smile.  “I hope they don’t give you trouble about not being a pureblood.”

“I’d like to see them try," sniffed Kurt.  “I am a prefect.  They mostly stay out of my way because of that.”

“Lucky, “ Blaine told him.  “I wish I could be one too if that’s the case.  Right now it’s hard enough being a new student from another country and all the . . .”

Blaine’s statement was cut short as his shoe caught a  notch in the stone floor and he lost his balance, tipping forward.  Flailing his arms to try to keep his balance,  he yelped, trying to reach out to find something to hold on to to stop his downward descent.

And unfortunately, the only thing around was Kurt.

Blaine grasped  Kurt’s robe tugging so sharply that Kurt fell down along with him, maneuvering just enough to protect Blaine’s face from contacting first with the stone beneath them. Both boys toppled over, but didn’t hit the floor, and found themselves suspended over the hard surface by just a few inches.

Blaine had ended up falling right on top of Kurt, who nose was then bombarded with the scent of newly ground cinnamon, fresh raspberries and parchment paper.  Kurt’s heart started racing. He was positive that was the exact combination he inhaled when he attempted a small test batch of Amortentia in the prefect’s bathroom last week.

“Are . . are you ok?” Kurt whispered, trying not to have a mental freak out from having an extremely cute boy (Kurt wasn’t blind, he’d been keeping tabs on Blaine ever since he first walked into the Great Hall to be sorted months ago.) lying right on top of him in the middle of the school corridor.

“Um, yeah, “ Blaine quietly said back, turning a slightly red as he realized what he had landed on.  “Oh god . . I’m so sorry . . .I, um, I should . .”

“You both should get up,“ a snarky voice told them.  “Kurt, I doubt the Headmistress would approve of doing the horizontal mambo with your pocket sized pal here in full view of the rest of the school.”

“Ooooh, you’ve found another dolphin, Kurt!” another voice followed in response.

“Dolphin?” Blaine asked as he felt himself hauled back to his feet.

“Don’t ask,” Kurt muttered under his breath. “Just go with it.”

“And you’re welcome . . . “ 

Kurt rolled his eyes as he turned to his fellow Slytherin prefect.  “Yes, thank you for the cushioning charm, Santana.”

“Thank you, “ Blaine said as he reached out forward trying to find Kurt. “I’m grateful not to fall on my face.”

Santana smirked as she saw Kurt gently take Blaine’s hand and turn him in the right direction. “De nada, short stuff.  We’ll be seeing you around.” Santana took hold of her girlfriends’s hand and started to lead her in the opposite direction.

“If you happen to find my diricawl,” Brittany called out to them as they walked away.  “Let me know!”

*****

As Kurt led Blaine into the infirmary, Blaine leaned closer to ask, “And what’s a diricawl?  Should I be worried?  Will it explode?”

Kurt chuckled.  “I certainly hope not.  But with Brittany you can never be sure exactly what she’s talking about. She’s sweet though and means well.  She’s a Hufflepuff too, in case you run in to her in your common room.”

A small shriek suddenly alerted them to Madame Pillsbury’s presence.  She nearly fainted when she walked into the Infirmary and saw the boys waiting there patiently covered in the viscous goo, some of it dripping off their heads and onto her pristine floor.

The next few hours were a blur of charms and chants, and maybe a few softly muttered swears from both Kurt and Madame Pillsbury.

But after the burn healing paste did its work and the last Leniter Emundare was uttered, Blaine finally felt brave enough, with the prodding from the matron, and soft encouragement from Kurt, to finally open his eyes.

He blinked a few times to get used to the lights, or rather candle light.  They must have been there for quite some time. 

“How do you feel?” 

“Great,“ Blaine began, turning to address his classmate. “I . .”

Blaine’s voice caught in his throat.  It was him.

The boy in his Advanced Potions class that Blaine had never had the courage to approach.  

He was there. 

He was the one Blaine had been talking to this whole time. 

He was beautiful.

“Kurt?” Blaine asked, a smile blooming on his face.

“Hi,“ Kurt replied, a slight blush dusting his cheek. “I’m so glad you're OK.”

“I’m glad you’re OK too.  Thank you for bringing me to the infirmary,” Blaine said “You didn’t have to.”

Kurt hummed.  “Well, I did want to prove that all of us Slytherins aren’t all that bad.”

Blaine turned bright red and groaned in embarrassment.  “Oh god, I’m so sorry about that earlier,” he sighed.  “I’m an idiot.  Forgive me?”

Kurt’s smiled again.  He couldn’t deny that Blaine’s puppy dog eyes and sad pout wasn’t melting his heart just a bit.  “All is forgiven,“ he said.

That smile.  What Blaine wouldn’t give to have Kurt smiling at him like that all the time.   A warm, bubbly feeling  in his stomach began to bloom, soon then followed by the quick beating of his heart as he stared into Kurt’s blue eyes.  He half wondered if there were some unknown effects from that last potions mishap.

Madame Pillsbury broke into their small intimate moment with another shriek.  “What is that?!”

Kurt and Blaine followed her gaze to see an odd sort of looking bird creature rooting it’s stubby beak amongst the matron’s perfectly stacked piles of bandages and upending the gleaming shelf filled with jars of unguents and bottles of elixirs.  The bird squawked loudly as it saw the school matron run towards it, her hands waving around as she tried to scare the creature out of her infirmary.

The mysterious bird quickly uttered yet another squawk before disappearing suddenly with a loud pop.  It reappeared a few seconds later right in Blaine’s lap.  The bird looked up at Blaine with soft, dark eyes and cooed, nuzzling its head into Blaine’s robes.

“Out!  Out!” shrieked Madame Pillsbury as she began to fuss and re-organize the mess the bird had made of her healing supplies.  “Out and take that bird with you!”

Kurt groaned and grabbed their book bags while Blaine, with his arms wrapped carefully around the bird , hopped off the examination table.  Both boys quickly ran out of the Infirmary before the school matron could get more upset with them.

Rounding the corner of the nearest corridor, Blaine collapsed onto the floor.  Kurt soon joined him, his back resting against the stone wall.  They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“Oh god, Kurt, “ Blaine asked as he watched the bird creature seem to snuggle down into his lap.  “What is this thing?  And what on earth do we do with it?”

Kurt snickered.  “I think it really likes you,” he teased Blaine.

The bird cooed again as it laid it’s head on Blaine’s chest.  Kurt could swear the thing was giving Blaine the biggest heart eyes an animal could manage.

“It really, really likes you.” Kurt couldn’t help it -  he snorted loudly.

Blaine sighed. “At least one thing likes me at this school.”

“Oh I wouldn’t be so sure, “Kurt said, his eyes twinkling. “I think there might be someone else who might be interested in you as well.”

“Oh, is that so?” Blaine said, a grin again playing at the corners of his mouth.

“I have it on good authority.  Prefect’s honor.” Kurt murmured as he nudged Blaine’s shoulder with his own.

“Come on, “ Kurt held out his hand and hauled Blaine to his feet.  “Let’s go find Brittany.  I’m pretty sure this is what she and Santana have been searching the corridors for.”

Blaine secured the bird under one arm and held out his free hand to Kurt. 

“Promise not to lose me?  I’m still getting used to all these corridors and moving staircases and all.”

“Don’t worry,” said Kurt as they intertwined their fingers.  “I’m never saying good bye to you.”

*******

END NOTES:

1.)I made up a spell bc I really think a scourgify seemed a bit harsh to use in an infirmary.  Especially when thinking about cleaning wounds and delicate organs like eyes.  So I created this:  leniter emundare -  which supposedly means gently cleanse (Latin)

I don’t know Latin, so I used Google translate.  I apologize if its incorrect!

2.) Yeah, poor Blaine, as an older student transfer (yeah, in my AU that can happen!) got sorted with all the first years. Leave it up to Headmistress Sylvester to enjoy the embarassment of any older students and had that happen instead of sorting them privately in her office.

If anyone else wants to play - AU+Trope+Prompt Game.

[sarcasticsweetlara]

The House of the Warriors.

Wampus are very probably the most accepting of different kind of bodies and are body positive.

Also, let's remember not all wars are physical, many wampus fight mental and emotional wars

Wampus House

Ilvermorny Masterlist

(All photos were found on Pinterest)

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Wampus House:

founded by Webster Boot

Represents the body

Favors Warriors

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How I see Wampus Members:

They apply all their emotions into something physical like a sport

The people whose body reacts before their mind can process

The people who use their bodies to shield others

The people who crave physical affection and validation for their efforts

The people who like things based on the texture or sensory of it

Those who speak with a tone that makes you want to listen

Those who try to lead by example

People are easier defined by their actions than their words

The people who keep going because they don’t know how to stop

[dancingbirdie]

Headcanon/Potential Fanfiction Excerpt? Part 2

The second scene my little Sebastian-obsessed brain created.

I have this headcanon where my MC (Diana Ridgegrass - Slytherin she/her) spends 6th year studying abroad at Ilvermorny and returns for her final year at Hogwarts. She and Ominis remained close friends/pen pals. Sebastian has been OVERTLY distant.

Again: not sure if this has reader appeal, but at least it's out of my head.

As she exited the Room, she jumped in surprise. She was not alone in the seventh floor corridor. Across from her, Sebastian sat slouched against the stone wall, attempting to balance his wand on one finger. His long legs were crossed at the ankles. He had the look of someone who’d been waiting a while. 

“What are you doing here?” Diana bristled. After successfully avoiding him for most of the week, she was not in the mood to play the conversational equivalent to Exploding Snap with Sebastian today.

The boy in question lolled his head to the side, observing her with a slight smirk. “I always wondered where you disappeared to during fifth year. Dunno why it never occurred to me to just follow you.” he barked out a laugh. “Must be convenient having the fabled Come-and-Go Room all to yourself.”

“So you refuse to speak to me on friendly terms, but you’ll stalk me around the castle to learn of my whereabouts?”

He gave her a wry smile. “What can I say, I’m an enigma.”

“You are at that. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m due to meet Poppy for dinner before our study session.”

She made to pass him but quick as a flash, Sebastian’s hand latched onto the corner of her robe, pulling her to an abrupt halt. She glared at him and attempted to wrench the fabric from his grip, but it remained firmly in his hand.

“I would appreciate it if you would remove your hand from my robe, Sebastian,” she said impatiently. 

“Show me,” he responded, a wicked glint in his eye. 

“Show you what?” she snapped, utterly perplexed.

“The Come-and-Go Room, Diana. I want to see it.”

“Oh you do, do you. Well, apologies but I’m not in the tour guide business today, I’m afraid,” she replied, attempting once again to remove her robe from his grip. “Now, if you’ll so kindly excuse me.” 

“I won’t.” 

She blew out a breath, exasperated. “Come off it, Sebastian. Either have the bloody decency to tell me outright what your grievance is, or bugger off. I don’t –”

“Why should I show you any manner of decency when you decided, after everything that happened to us fifth year, to just bloody sail away and spend the next year in America?” he snarled, finally relinquishing her cloak and rising to his full height.

He was so much taller than her now. A good five inches at least. His shoulders were broader, his jawline defined. He was imposing. Confident in his posture. Handsome, in a devil-may-care sort of way. He was no longer the boyish 16-year-old she had known. 

Diana steeled her resolve. “It was a once in a lifetime learning opportunity, Sebastian. You of all people should understand my desire to gain what knowledge I could from Ilvermony. And if that pursuit could help Anne then–”

“Don’t you fucking dare speak of Anne,” he interrupted, his voice dangerously low. He took a step closer to her. There was barely any space between them. She felt his warm breath dance across her face. “Don’t use her as an excuse.” 

But despite his proximity causing her stomach to flip (in excitement? fear?), Diana was undeterred. She met his glare with equal intensity. “Anne is my friend, and I will speak of her if I wish to. I daresay I’ve earned that right, seeing as I’ve engaged in enough morally grey behavior to help her.”

“You’ve barely scratched the surface,” Sebastian retorted.

Diana scoffed in his face. “I guess you would know then, wouldn’t you? Resident expert on morally grey behavior, Sebastian Sallow.”

It was there but for a brief moment, but she registered the hint of hurt in his eyes. Her words had found their mark. A small, selfish part of her basked in the victory. 

“Someone sharpened their claws while they were away,” he murmured finally, eyes still boring into hers. 

“Indeed. It’s a shame to have to use them on someone who meant so much to me,” came her immediate reply. They had gravitated even closer to one another. Had Sebastian moved, or had she? Their chests were nearly pressed against each other. 

“I meant so much to you…” he turned the words over in his mouth, considering them. “And yet you left. You left me, Diana,” his words a whisper. He raised a hand to carefully, so carefully, brush a wisp of her hair that had fallen from her braided updo. His fingers left a hot trail across her cheek and brow.

In that instant, the energy around them shifted. Diana’s breath caught in her throat. She no longer felt like she was in the midst of an enemy standoff. Now this moment, whatever dance they were doing, was something much headier, more passionate. Her stomach flipped low once again. 

“I never wished for you to see it that way,” she whispered regretfully, tears traitorously stinging her eyes. Her eyelids fluttered shut. 

“And how else should I have seen it? Hmm?” Sebastian murmured. She felt his breath ghost across her face. He hadn’t removed his hand from her hair. 

The moment felt altogether too real and too dreamlike for Diana to maintain her bearings. Over a year had passed between them, and yet he still had the ability to turn her senses upside down, inside out. How many times had she thought of him, imagined how it would feel to be this close? Or closer? Her mind couldn’t stop reeling from the reality of it, right now, in this moment, in this corridor, of all places.

“Diana,” he spoke softly. She realized she hadn’t actually given him a reply. 

[cursedvaultss]

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them OC: Adela "Della" Everhart

Della is an American witch, working for the MACUSA during the 1920s and 30s. She investigated Grindlewald's actions during his rise to power. She spent some time undercover as a singer in a speakeasy frequented by Grindlelwald's followers. In Ilvermony, Della was sorted into Thunderbird. She enjoys singing and a stiff drink.

More info to follow...

[kissofthemuses]

MARY

FULL NAME: Mary Sibley (nee Walcott)

SPECIES: human

OCCUPATION: Councilor on behalf of George Sibley, Samhain (leader) of the Essex Witches; part of the city council

FANDOM: Salem

                                       PHYSICAL

                                     RELATIONSHIPS

FACECLAIM: Janet Montgomery

PRONOUNS: she/her

AGE: 30

BIRTHDATE: january 24

HAIR: long, wavy black

EYES: black

HEIGHT: 5'6''

ORIENTATION: bisexual

                                  PERSONALITY

MOTHER: Abby Walcott (deceased)

FATHER: Rufus Walcott(deceased)

SIBLINGS: N/A

HUSBAND: George Sibley (deceased) 

                                  TAGS

MBTI: ENJT / "Commander"

ALIGNMENT: lawful evil

TEMPERAMENT: sanguine

ENNEAGRAM: type 8

POSITIVES: persuasive, loyal, passionate, protective, dignified

NEGATIVES: ruthless, calculating, cunning, vengeful, cruel

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Born and raised in Salem, Massachusetts, Mary is one of the first born in the new world. She is the daughter of the late Mr. and Mrs. Walcott, but it is unknown if they died before or after the events of 1685. At some point in her childhood, her parents bought the slave girl Tituba, who Mary quickly developed a close relationship with, often treating her more like a sister than one of ownership. Before the events of 1685, Mary embarked on a relationship with the young John Alden and the pair quickly fell in love. However, he was later sent to join the militia to fight in the nine years war. The night before he left Salem, he made a vow to Mary that he would return for her within a year.

Some time later, Mary had discovered that she had become pregnant with John's baby. Believing John to be dead, she was manipulated by Tituba, who is revealed to be one of the witches, into sacrificing her unborn child to the Devil, thus becoming a witch herself. Some time afterwards, she wound up marrying George Sibley after the witches poisoned his previous wife. Within two years of their marriage, she placed George under a spell that rendered him immobile and unable to speak, finally extracting revenge on the man that cost her everyone she loved and leaving her in control of Salem.

QUEEN OF THE NIGHT

Mary is the married to George Sibley and subtly helps rule Salem as his 'mouthpiece'. She is the samhain of the Essex witches and is helping to bring about the Grand Rite- to destroy the Puritans and bring the Devil to earth.

ASH MAIDEN

Mary is a witch no more, stripped of her powers by the Devil himself. Free of Salem, free of the reach of the Essex witches, she seeks to start her life over elsewhere. But is she really free? Can the mother of the Devil's human host ever really be free?

CUPCAKES TRINKETS AND OTHER DEADLY MAGIC

Modern verse

HARRY POTTER AU

Mary is an American witch who grew up in Salem’s wizarding community. Unbeknownst to the No-Maj population that the witches they tried to kill so long ago still lived beneath their very noses. Mary is a direct descendant of one of those very witches, and the weight of that legacy is not lost on her.Her feelings toward the No-Majes are complex at best.

She fell for one and he for her, but war and their respective families pulled him away from her, leaving her with a bitter taste in her mouth. So, she struck out on her own, leaving her family home behind to find a place to call her own.

Mary went to Ilvermony School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and was sorted into the house Wampus.

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

I’ve always liked Ravenclaw. I used to think I’d be one if I were a witch until I actually took the official house quiz and got sorted into hufflepuff. Both houses are cool though, they’ve got that sort of an underdog vibe going on.

I know I also took the patronus quiz and the ilvermony house one. I think I got thunderbird for the ilvermony one, and a dolphin patronus.

Oh, I've got some fun stories about House quizzes.

I think I may have told this story before, but when my Mom took a version of the House quiz (it was from another site, but it compiled all of the Pottermore questions) she ended up getting a pretty even split down the middle, 51% Badger, and 49% Eagle. She later admitted that there was one question where she knew, she could tell which answer correlated to which House, and she deliberately chose Hufflepuff over Ravenclaw, because "having to get past that Knocker every time would be a pain in the ass." I told her that was the most Ravenclaw thing I'd ever heard.

Indeed, they are the underdog Houses! It's funny that you say you got Thunderbird, because so did I! At least on my first attempt. I can't remember if I ever went back and redid the Quiz again, but I remember being so surprised. Not complaining, mind you, as Thunderbirds are beautiful. (Love Frank, we stan Frank in this house, end of story) but I was totally expecting to get Pukwudgie. It never even crossed my mind that I'd get anything else, because I've always been a "Healer" by nature.

So here's another funny story. Among my friends, I am infamous for my dork powers, and everyone knows I'm the one to ask if you've got a question about Harry Potter, or Shakespeare for that matter. (Among my fellow Thespians, the majority of them dislike or don't get Shakespeare. They are unenlightened but I still love them.) And one night, at like, past midnight, I see that I have a missed call from a friend of mine. I listen to the voicemail, and I can only assume that she had just taken The Ilvermorny Sorting Quiz, because the voicemail went like this: "Blair. I know it's late. But what the fuck is a Pukwudgie??"

[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE SHADOW get what he deserves?” He is NEUTRAL & OPEN to finding out. 

— he walks through the world as ;

name → quirinus quirrell  pronouns → he/him identification → cis-male year of birth → september 1960 - september 1961 face claim → aramis knight blood status → half-blood sexual orientation → up to applicant occupation → researcher  for the daily prophet  future information → member of the death eaters, defence against the dark arts teacher at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry

— he is best described as ;

MYSTERIOUS, he is quiet. The kind of person who doesn’t SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO, though there is a FIRE in his eyes when he speaks with CONVICTION that would make the most unassuming SIT UP & TAKE NOTE. His scent is DARK yet EXOTIC & CHANGES each time you see him, a hallmark of his time spent TRAVELLING, but there always lingers the scent of OLD PAGES & INK as he furiously scribbles in the margins of his books he’ll not even let those closest to him read.

— his story starts with ;

tw: death

Quirinus Quirrell is a name not many care to recall despite its uniqueness, possibly because the wizard who holds it has faded into the background for most of his life. The youngest child of Janani Quirrel and her husband Cyril Quirrel, Quirinius felt like he had a great deal to live up to. His mother had held a position as a well respected barrister for The Ministry of Magic, whilst his father had worked in finance for The Department of Magical Sports and Games before they both retired. A good few years his senior, Quirinius’ brother and sister were impressive also, with Maira Quirrell, a Chaser for The Holyhead Harpies in her youth and his brother Tadeen Quirrell, a respected teacher at Ilvermony. Sitting amongst them, Quirinus felt as though he too would be destined for great things, it did after all run in his family. Much younger than Maira and Tadeen, Quirinius recalls his childhood as him always struggling to be heard above the noise. It was always in a moment Quirinius, after dinner Quirinius, I have a meeting Quirinius, isn’t it so wonderful your sister made the Hufflepuff team Quirinius! 

Whatever he accomplished was never quite important enough for his parents to pay much attention to. The day his letter to Hogwarts arrived was also overpowered by the ridiculous news his brother was getting married, which had happened to arrive on the same day; which his brother to this day swears was an accident. School felt like the first opportunity to set himself apart from his family legacy. A departure from the Quirrell family legacy, he was sorted into Ravenclaw, and breathed a sigh of relief he may finally be around more like minded folk. To his horror he found that whilst people in Ravenclaw did value reading books and cleverness, they did also value showing off and throwing other people under the Knight Bus in order to get the attention they so craved. The worst offender by far was GILDEROY LOCKHART [rival/boss], a boy who Quirinius might have felt sorry for if he hadn’t been so bloody irritating. Whilst Quirinius was intent on making a name for himself at Hogwarts, Gilderoy seemingly had the same intentions and preferred to do it all by making people feel as annoyed by him as possible. 

Each year working on the school newspaper Quirinius would be subjected to writing about the time breakfast was cancelled because Gilderoy was sent hundreds of Valentine’s cards, or how he took someone to the prefect's bathroom and flooded it with so many bubbles they spilled into the corridor. He had first assumed RITA SKEETER [colleague] handed him the pieces because he could execute them well through his hatred of Gilderoy, but having gotten to know her better later in life he now considers it was a wicked form of entertainment for her. One of the silver linings about working on “The Gilderoy Show” as he’d come to call it was the entertainment it also brought is best friend and fellow journalist IRIS HOOKUM [best friend/housemate] who enjoyed making jokes about Gilderoy he was always too self-obsessed to pick up on. Quirinius main friends came from working at The Hogwarts Gazette, including the beginnings of firmer friendships with EMILIA GREY [close friend/housemate/colleague], EDWARD TONKS [close friend/housemate/colleague], BENEDICT MISSLETHORPE [close friend/housemate/colleague] and ELIZABETH BRAITHWAITE [close friend/housemate/colleague], but everyone knew Quirinius enjoyed time to himself and he spent it on his passion project. 

Like any young wizard who grew up reading The Tales of Beedle The Bard and other such stories, Quirinius had very clear ideas about light and dark magic; which is why The Dark Arts became such a fascinating subject for him. At first his interest in it was most likely to establish himself above others, people who were known to perform well in Defence Against the Dark Arts were well liked and often became fine sorcerers working for The Ministry immortalised in print. By the time he had graduated, Quirinius had learned just about all there was to know about the Dark Arts, considering himself somewhat of an expert on the topic from a purely theoretical and academic perspective. Whilst his abilities and grades certainly qualified him for a job at the Auror’s Office, Quirinius interests lay in academia and he longed for the world to sit up and notice him due to his interests and talents. Straight out of the gate, Quirinius went travelling, learning all there was to know about the Dark Arts from various corners of the globe. He was gone for almost five years and was both shocked and appalled when publishers did not want to print his findings upon him returning back to Britain. 

Out of money and refusing to get a menial job or move back in with his parents, Quirinus took the spare room in Elizabeth’s house and tried to get a job working at The Daily Prophet with the rest of his friends. Due to his lack of experience due to travelling for all that time, the best he could land was a researcher's position working to Rita Skeeter, which was to him humiliating. Quirinius watched as Rita tried to pitch ideas for pieces which were inevitably handed over to ELIAS SPENSER-MOON [colleague] and his team, keeping her in her lane and him firmly in his also. Quirinius big break came finally when of all people, his former nemesis Gideroy Lockhart joined the paper as a contributing editor, with his head even larger than it had been before. Quirinius had been begrudgingly tracking Gilderoy’s success over the years, silently wondering how someone he remembered with not a great talent for defensive magic had managed to defeat so many evil creatures. Rivalry aside, Quirinius has breathed a sigh of relief to be away from gossip and finally on some real journalism, working on a special project trying to find the origins of the one they called The Dark Lord. 

He had been wondering about The Dark Lord for some time, silently researching and keeping notes, partly out of curiosity, partly out of that unacknowledged desire for importance. At the very least, Quirinius fantasised that he could be the man who tracked him down and wondered about what he might learn from him, or what story he could sell on him at the very least. Upon being ordered to work with Gilderoy, thanks to what he assumed was Benedict trying to be kind and mentioning he had done the research in the first place, Quirinius turned over everything he had worked on over the past two years, including why he considered the death of BOOKER BAGNOLD [person of interest] to have been caused by a spell rather than a werewolf attack as The Ministry had claimed. It was something he had pondered for a while, before being told by Rita to drop it, but upon reflection it now seemed more important. Now under the irritating and interfering gaze of Gilderoy, Quirinius is trying is best to find out all he can about the mysterious new wizard in town and is starting by attempting to get to know the people who are likely in his opinion to know something - the Black family, who always seem to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

— he is a LEVEL 5 WIZARD & readied for war ;