#ingredient: mandrake root

[dunmeshi-would-you-eat]

Touden Party's "Hamburg Steak with Changeling Sauce"

[ad-caelestia]

❌ Curse Correspondences ❌

updated 1.12.25

Crystals:

Agate - for use on a target who has entered a space uninvited, i.e. someone breaking into your home or vehicle; confusion

Alexandrite - causes obsession and delusions

Amethyst - causes sensitivity and self-destruction; delusions

Astrophyllite - causes those who have died at the hands of another to torment the target from the grave

Celestite - detachment

Diamond - causes blindness, confusion, and disorientation

Diopside - lowers inhibitions and causes secrets to be revealed

Emerald - causes greed, selfishness, and isolation

Flint - causes conflicts

Garnet - leeches energy from a target

Kunzite - induces vulnerability 

Kyanite - used to infiltrate a target’s mind

Lapis Lazuli - illusion and detachment

Meteorite - used as a catalyst in baneful magic

Moldavite - delusions

Obsidian - used for general aggressive magic

Onyx - causes nightmares and mental torment, and is used to break up relationships

Opal - used to store negative energy, and then to be given to a target

Pyrite - illusions

Ruby - used to focus your intent on a target

Tiger's Eye - causes arrogance

Colors:

Black - law, justice, manifestation, sorrow

Red - force, energy, confrontation, jealousy, anger

Greenish Yellow - strife, discord, illness, conflict, jealousy, greed

Magenta - catalyst

Botanicals:

Ague Weed - confusion 

Angelica Root - misery, strife, distress, discord

Asafoetida - drives enemies away

Bayberry - depression

Bindweed - binding

Blackberry Root - distress

Black Salt - misery, strife, distress, discord

Bladderwrack - illness

Bloodroot - substitute for blood

Blueberry - confusion, strife

Boneset - distress, confusion

Cayenne Pepper - anxiety

Chicory - discord

Chili Powder - discord, misery, strife

Cinquefoil - discomfort

Clove - stopping gossip

Cramp Bark - pain, illness

Dogbane - deception

Dragon’s Blood - destruction, strife, misery

Hemlock - discord, sadness

Henbane - illness, discord, melancholy

Jezebel Root - wickedness, ending relationships, punishing unfaithful lovers

Knot Weed - binding

Lemon - sourness, bitterness

Lemon Verbena - a boost of power, ending relationships

Lime - sourness, bitterness

Lobelia - discord

Mace - misery, strife

Mandrake - misery, strife

Mistletoe - isolation, confusion

Mullein - spirit work, nightmares

Mustard Seed - strife, discord

Myrrh - a boost of power

Nightshade (Belladonna) - discord, illness

Onion - strife

Patchouli - illness

Poke Root - confusion, discord

Poppy Seed - discord

Rue - misery

Safflower - destruction

Spanish Moss - bad luck

Slippery Elm - ending relationships

Stinging Nettle - jealousy, envy, discomfort

Sumac - bad luck

Tobacco - a substitute for any baneful herb

Tormentil - distress, harm, discord

Vetiver - silence

Wormwood (Absinthe) - misery, strife

Yew - spirit work

Yohimbe Bark - impotency

Planets:

Mars - power, force, energy, war, conflict, jealousy

Saturn - law, justice, chaos, revenge

Neptune - confusion, illusion, chaos

Pluto - death, mystery, crisis

Lunar Phases:

Waning - binding, banishing

Dark - destruction, banishing, justice

Black - power, manifestation

Taglocks:

Drawings

Photos

The target’s name written on paper

The target’s signature

An item that belongs to the target

Other Ingredients:

Cigarette butts

Broken glass

Razorblades 

Vinegar

Lemon/lime juice

Alcohol

Bones

Needles

Nails

Thorns

Shark teeth

Catfish spines

Murex seashells

Flying Devil Oil

Dead insects

Black sand

Charcoal

Disclaimer: I do not condone the unethical practice of collecting or harvesting animal parts, or forcefully obtaining taglocks. This is just a list of theoretical correspondences and I am not responsible for the actions of others.

© 2025 ad-caelestia

[skyrigel]

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x reader ( 1k )

Enemies with benefits, get's smutty later.

It's a misty memory, like swirl of silvery glow when you first saw Mattheo, he was nervous and perhaps that was the first and last time you saw him like that, his shy eyes, his nervous steps, his lips perched in a thin line. He was like any other eleven year old, but then something changed the very next moment.

‘ Slytherin ’ the hat roared, barely even brushing his hair and his lazy mouth curved in a smirk that was forever plastered on his face. His jaw hardened, eyes sharpened, brows arched, everything almost changed except the dark glint of that night and the smile that you had engraved forever in your memory.

People chose soulmates, picked lovers but that night, Mattheo Riddle decided one thing, he's going to hate you so much. You were unaware of his intentions until the next day you found a dead spider in your rucksack. If there were any doubt left, then it became crystal clear when he dropped mandrakes crushed roots in your cauldron, eyes locked with you and by the time you could react, the cauldron bursted into thousand orbs.

All grey became white and black when you spent a month worth in detention with sadist Professor Snape, who made you clean every cauldron with bare hand, made you stock all those sticky vile ingredients in glassy jars.

“ Having fun y/n ? ” Mattheo snarled, Draco on his shoulder and Pancy chewing a gum while she checked you out lazily.

You said nothing, you had no energy to, sweat trickled down your forehead, feeling your hands dirty and uniform ragged, you turned away, hurrying to your dorm.

You decided one thing that night, you were going to hate Mattheo Riddle so much.

_

The potency of Professor's words didn't quite leave you when you stumbled dreamily in the room of requirments, eyes red with insomnia and stomach lurching with only coffee contents you had the luxury of.

“ You look like shit.” Mattheo didn't look up form his textbook, her hands scripting away the ancient text like it was a David Bowie song.

“ Thankyou.” you said, sitting down and opening the potion essay you were due on, Snape was going to kill you.

“ wait—” you jerked you head at his direction, within seconds you shot a hex, flying at him.

He was quick too, like waiting to be noticed by you, ducking the hex away with a swish of his wand.

“ Good morning to you too.” he joked, you were in no mood for jokes. After what his friends and ofcourse him too, did to Hannah.

“ Fuck off. ” you shot another and another, feeling anger boil inside you. He's so selfish, he's so bratty, he's so blemished, he's so—

“ Stupe—”

“ Expelliarmus! ’’ you screamed, beating him and his wand aflew away, a small sound followed with your breath leveling.

It was victory, you had won at last, but then your eyes met with him, he was staring too hard, not blinking, as he was too still, like he was made up of marble.

The stillness broke when he took a step, you blinked and when you opened your eyes again, all the world dropped dead.

Your back hit the wall with thud, your bones crackling with ache, like swindling out of reality, his arms pinning your shoulder back, breath warm on your skin, tingling.

“ wha—”

“ Shhh.” and you were quiet, it was hard not to, his mouth was too close, he was so close and then he looked up, that glint still there, that smile too— before his lips crashed with yours, setting fireworks off.

You have kissed, you knew how it felt, but this wasn't just kiss, it was shearing, it was breaking, it was trembling and all that gone, it was burning, twisting and coiling like snake inside you, this kiss was the one you could fall asleep and wake up to, painful, sinful, sweet and spicy, it was everything at once.

But that's not excuse, you kissed him back, as hungrily as he kissed you, you were pathetic, he kissed you and you what ?! Just gave in !

“ you...you..” you fumbled between words, lip trembling and you dared not look him in the eyes.

“ No.” Mattheo said, he shaked his hand, groaning inside but then his thumb came up, pressing at the corner of your mouth.

And oh, you felt your insides tighten at the sensation, you hated him, you hated yourself.

“ No ? ” you words came shaky and dazed but you didn't care, was it just a dream ? Did you ever thought about kissing Mattheo ? Was it always there in your subconscious mind ? He bullied you all your life and—

All thoughts melted when his mouth connected with yours again, it was better than the last time, like his mouth knew yours all his life. While the first one was like there's no time, this is it, like storm, this was slow and sweet, like pouring rain, like there were lifetimes waiting for you and him.

And then you found yourself fighting his tongue, his hands were hesitant, resting at the either sides of your face, you had yours thrown up, pressed on the wall, knuckles scrapping against the wood.

And Mattheo was loud, who could have tell that for a boy who walked like feather, all graceful swagger and hard jaw. Merlin, he kissed so good. His body was sending heat waves, like a furnace, his warmth radiated inside your body and each sound that he made low in his chest was enough to release the tension building inside you.

He pulled away, breathing hard but that wasn't the hardest thing about him. You tore your gaze away from his trousers, tenting at his middle, his desire in proof.

“ I...” He sighed, covering his face, flushed and red and that would the second time you saw Mattheo like that.

“ Come here tommorow, same time.” he said, not bothering to look back at you, stumbling footsteps that echoed after him, shy eyes and swollen beaming lips, having a smear of your lip gloss.

Everything was grey, again.

[astra-ravana]

Astra's List of Baneful Components

I hope to make this list as comprehensive as possible and will be adding to it whenever I discover something new. If anyone has any suggestions for things that should be added, please let me know. 🖤

Herbs/Plants

• Bloodroot- Substitutes blood

• Jezebel Root- Wickedness, ending relationships, punishing cheaters

• Bindweed- Binding, ensnaring

• Dogbane- Deception

• Rue- Misery

• Saffron- Destruction

• Lemon- Sourness/bitterness, reveals damaging truths

• Lemon Verbena- a boost of power, ending relationships

• Lime- Sourness/bitterness, encourages deceit

• Lobelia- Discord

• Hemlock- Discord, sadness

• Spanish Moss- Bad luck

• Vertiver- Silence

• Mace- Misery, strife

• Slippery Elm- Bad luck, negativity

• Bittersweet- Loss, sadness

• Mandrake- Misery, strife

• Mistletoe- Isolation, confusion

• Wormwood- Delusion, misery, strife, madness

• Sumac- Bad luck, negativity

• Mullein- Spirit work, nightmares

• Patchouli- Illness

• Mustard Seed- Strife, discord

• Hemlock- Destroys sex drive, break ups

• Poke Root- Confusion, upset

• Blackberry Root- Distress

• Myrrh- A boost of power

• Tobacco- Subs any baneful herb

• Belladonna- Discord, conflict, illness, suffering

• Cinquefoil- Discomfort

• Ague Weed- Confusion

• Blueberry- Confusion

• Cloves- Domination, stops gossip

• Stinging Nettle- Jealousy, discomfort

• Cramp Bark- Pain, illness

• Licorice Root- Domination

• Tormentil- Distress, harm

• Asafoetida- Drives enemies away

• Henbane- Emotional instability, melancholy, storms, spirit work

• Hot Peppers- Anger, fighting, discord

• Blackthorn- Illness, bad omens

• Elder- Suffering, spirit work

• Dittany- Mistakes, setbacks, depression

• Garlic- Disgust and repulsion

• Yew- Spirit work, destruction

• Onion- Disconnects relationships, strife

• Poppy Seeds- Intoxication, confusion, discord

• Foxglove- Manipulation, heartbreak, devastation

• Alum- Stops communication and speech, impotence

• Wolfsbain- Madness, loneliness, rage

• Knotweed- Binding, trapping

• Black Pepper- Revealing the truth, binding

• Green Apple- Unrequited love

• Radish- Sexual shame, STDs, infidelity

• Yohimbe Bark- Impotency

• Chicory- Discord

• Agrimony- Return to sender

• Datura- Psychic attack, nightmares, misery

• Bay Berry- Depression

• Angelica Root- Misery, strife, distress, discord

• Dragon's Blood- Destruction, pain, misery

• Chili Powder- Anxiety

• Bladderwrack- Illness, weakness

• Boneset- Distress, confusion

• Black Locust/Hawthorne Thorns- Struggle, agony, injuries, wounds

• Calamus- Control, domination, commanding, compelling

• Cocoa- Bitterness

• Black Mustard Seed- Confusion, discord, non-stop trouble

• Sumac- Discomfort, bad luck, painful lessons

• Willow Bark- A dose of their own medicine

• Stagger Weed- Disabling, trips them up

• Bar Berry- Stops progress

• Black Nightshade- Sickness, depression

• Oleander- Devastation, silence, doom

Crystals

• Opal- Amplifies negative energy (Black Opal works best)

• Ruby- Focuses intent on target

• Malachite- Anxiety, fear, cowardice, nausea

• Peridot- Confusion

• Obsidian- Reveal their darkness

• Petrified Wood- Ruin, abandonment

• Clear Quartz- Amplifier and energy holder

• Black Moonstone- Deceit, distrust, confusion, paranoia

• Onyx- Breakups, loss

• Amethyst- Self destruction, nightmares, paranoia

• Garnet- Siphons target's energy, steal their love/friends

• Diopside- Reveals a target's true colors

• Bloodstone- Sucks the life force from enemies, chaos, frailty

• Carnelian- Pain, anger, rage

• Black Quartz- Darkness

• Sardonyx- Return to sender

• Jet- Cloud their vision/blind them

• Serpentine- Illness, unsteady ground, mishaps

• Jade- Domination, control, manipulation

• Amber- Trapping, cause obstacles and setbacks

• Hematite- Negativity

Misc. Ingredients

• Salt- Painful cleansing, salt in their wounds

• Sulphur- Stops plans, causes harm

• Alcohol- Makes the work last

• Vinegar- Souring, dissolves relationships

• Pins/Needles- Pain and agony

• Thumbtacks- Makes the work stick in them

• Razor Blades- Sadistic actions, sharp words

• Broken Glass- Cut ties, emotional wounds

• Scorpions- Betrayal

• Spiders- Danger, ensnarement

• Wasps- Punishment, non-stop pain

• Grave Dirt- Enlists spirit's help

• Snakeskin- Removes them from your path

• Cigarette Butts- Snuff their will

• Thorns- Annoyance, pain

• Dog/Cat Poop- Rottenness, depression, life stinks

• Sticker Burs- Crippling emotional shock

• Spiderwebs- Crossing, binding

• Coffin Nails- Stay home, withdrawal, binding

• Lead- Weigh them down, make them late

• Black Salt- Misery, strife, banishment

• Dog Hair- Agression, combat

• Cat Hair- Passive-Aggression, conflict

• Bad Water- Stagnation, depression, illness

• Murder Scene Dirt- Crimes, complete ruin, terror, demise

• Nails- Binding, pain

• Thumb Tacks- Pain, discomfort

• Broken Glass- Disaster, accidents, injury, pain

• Blood- Longevity, boosts curse power

• War Water- Chaos, psychic warfare, banishing

• Razor/Barbed Wire- Pain, restriction, loss of freedom

• Fish Bones- Decay, bad reputation, loss of friendships

• Moths- Fragility, tunnel vision A

• Goofer Dust- Crossing, misfortune, illness

• Bone Ash- Instability, weakness, demise

• Storm Water- Destruction, upheaval, chaos

• Potato Eyes- Rot, loss of control, sickness

• Cat Claws- Helps curse cling to target, sudden agony

• Butterfly Wings- Loss of control, injury

• Egg Shells- Breaks down barriers and boundaries

• Ants/Ant Hill Dirt- Annoyance, overwhelming, banishing

• Hospital Dirt- Illness and injury

• Bullets- Devastation, destruction, suffering, demise

• Iron- Banishing, destruction

• Super Glue- Permanence, binding, damage

• Dirty Pennies- Financial loss

[a-araiguma-a]

When a Boy Falls in Love

No one in particular, just a boy from Hogwarts.

Summary: When a man pretends to be in love, he tries to be cheerful, gallant, and attentive. But if he is truly in love, he resembles a sheep.

At Hogwarts, among ancient castles, spells, and magical creatures, there was one such boy. He was in his fifth year and had already mastered many complex spells. Yet, no spell could help him in one tricky situation — when he realized he had fallen in love.

He first noticed her during Potions class. Her hair was always slightly tousled, and she often bit her lip when she was deep in thought. With each lesson, he noticed her more and more, until one day, he realized that his heart started beating faster whenever she was near.

At first, he tried to hide his feelings. Whenever she appeared, he tried to seem cheerful and carefree. But soon, it turned into a real comedy of errors. During one Potions class, when the professor asked the students to brew a complex potion, he decided to help her.

"Hi!" he tried to speak calmly, but his voice trembled slightly. "Need help with... um... weighing the ingredients?"

"Thanks," she replied with a smile. "That’s kind of you."

He nodded and began helping, but his hands betrayed him by shaking. As he weighed the powdered mandrake root, his hand slipped, and most of the powder spilled straight into the cauldron.

"Oops!" he exclaimed, trying to fix the situation. But instead, he only stirred the potion more, causing it to hiss and bubble violently.

"Oh no, be careful!" she stepped back, but her voice remained kind.

"Sorry," he mumbled, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

After that incident, he resolved to be more careful. But every time he was near her, something went wrong. During one meal in the Great Hall, he decided to sit next to her. He spent a long time trying to find the right words to start a conversation, but when he finally gathered his thoughts and opened his mouth, what came out was:

"Do you... do you like... uh... do you like owls?"

She looked at him in surprise. "Owls? Well, yeah, they’re cute," she replied, laughing. "And you?"

He blushed even more and felt embarrassed, wondering how that sentence had slipped out of his mouth.

Sometimes he tried to be gallant, like in the novels he secretly read. Once, when they were heading to Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he decided to open the door for her but awkwardly got stuck in the doorway, and the door almost slammed shut on his fingers.

"Are you okay?" she asked, barely suppressing a laugh.

"Yeah, yeah, all good," he replied, quickly pulling his hand away and pretending nothing had happened.

This went on for weeks. He stuttered, tripped, dropped his textbooks, and even once knocked over an ornate vase in the corridor while trying to catch a parchment that had accidentally slipped from her hand.

Throughout all of this, she looked at him with warmth and understanding, though she couldn’t help but smile at times. She saw how hard he was trying, and she even found it endearing, though she didn’t show it immediately.

During a Herbology lesson, they were working together in the greenhouse, repotting mandrakes. He decided to take the initiative and help her dig up the plant.

"I’ll help you with this," he said, bending over the pot.

But as soon as he picked up the trowel, his hand shook, and the soil from the pot spilled all over her. Her robe and hair were covered in clumps of earth.

"Oh, sorry!" he rushed to brush the dirt off her shoulders.

At first, she stood there, surprised, but then she burst into laughter. "It’s okay! It’s just dirt."

However, he continued to apologize throughout the lesson, blushing every time their eyes met.

Another time, they decided to prepare for exams together in the library. He wanted to impress her with his knowledge, but instead, everything went awry.

When she asked him about a spell, he started explaining, but he got tangled up in the terminology and accidentally said the wrong spell out loud. As a result, his quill suddenly shot into the air, scattering ink all over the library.

She tried to suppress her laughter as ink splattered onto her nose.

"Oh, sorry, sorry!" he quickly pulled out his wand and tried to fix it. But now, the ink ended up not only on her but also on the nearby books.

One day after class, they decided to take a walk through the Forbidden Forest to get some fresh air. He, gathering his courage, offered to hold her hand so she wouldn’t trip over the tree roots. But instead, he tripped himself and nearly fell, struggling to keep his balance.

"Oh!" he exclaimed as he almost toppled onto her.

She caught his hand and, laughing, said, "Looks like you’re the one who needs help, not me."

They both laughed, and she held his hand tighter, now supporting him.

Despite all his mistakes and awkwardness, he gradually realized that she liked his sincerity. She didn’t laugh at him, but with him, supported him in difficult moments, and never scolded him for his mistakes. And every time he did something wrong, her warm smile helped him regain his confidence.

One day, after class, he gathered all his courage and approached her.

Feeling his voice tremble again, he said, "I... I need to tell you something."

She stopped and looked at him, tilting her head slightly.

"I... I’ve wanted to say this for a while..." He took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts. "I like you. A lot."

She paused for a moment, and then her face lit up with a warm smile.

"I like you too," she said softly.

His heart leaped when she stepped closer and gently kissed him on the cheek. It was a light, almost imperceptible kiss, but to him, it meant the world.

"Maybe we can go to the next Quidditch practice together?" she suggested, smiling.

"Yes, of course!" he replied, his face breaking into a wide grin.

Now, as they walked through the corridors of Hogwarts together, he no longer felt awkward. He no longer stumbled or stuttered. Everything had fallen into place.

[professorsnape394]

Day 2: The Seeds of Love

Pairing: Severus Snape x OC

Rating: 🥰

Prompt: Garden

Summary: Severus looks forward to the day he stocks up on potions ingredients, and gets to see the new Herbology professor, of course.

A/N: Ngl struggled a little with this one so hopefully it turned out okay.

Warnings: mention of small cut.

Word Count: 1905

Credits to Gif Creator

May 1st 1993. The day Severus’ most anticipated had finally rolled around once more. The first of every month had always been the day the potions master replenished the stock in his ingredient’s cupboard, but in recent years it had quickly become his favourite day for a very different reason. While he never had a close relationship with Professor Sprout, Snape found himself taking a liking to the newest member of the Herbology department, Y/N.

Bubbly, energetic and endlessly optimistic, she was everything Severus was not, this however, had never deterred her from forming a friendship with the man. Severus found that people often shied away from talking to him, simply because they were intimated by him. He had almost convinced himself he preferred it that way. Until, of course, Y/N, took the time to get to know him, never once allowing her opinion of him to be influenced by the other staff members at Hogwarts.

She had integrity. Yet another addition to her list of attributes.

While Pamona had left Severus to help himself to her crops and plants, Y/N remained by his side while he went about his business, even going as far as to ask him in advance what ingredients he might need growing the following month to save him travelling into Hogsmeade.

“Severus.” She beamed. “Back so soon?”

“It doesn’t feel so quick to me.” He mumbled, embarrassed by how much he looked forward to this day. Of course, they saw each other at meal times and in the school halls but the first of the month remained a day for just the two of them.

“What can I get you this fine morning?”

Severus reached into his inner robe pocket, brandishing a hastily scrawled note intended for his eyes only. Before he even had a second to read the first word on the parchment it was whipped from his fingers and Y/N was already bounding down the length of the greenhouse.

Severus couldn’t help but admire the way her hips swung back and forth as she skipped away, it was something that piqued his interest more and more these days. He found himself always noting the movement of her lips as she spoke, the curve of her rear when she bent over a plant bed, the softness of her hands when they innocently brushed his.

“Alihotsy leaves. How many?”

“How much do you have?”

Y/N counted the red spotted leaves on the Hyena tree. “26.”

“I’ll take them all.”

“You’re lucky I like you so much, Severus. Pamona never would have allowed you to clear her out like this.”

“And that, my dear, is exactly why I come to you and not Pamona.”

Y/N blushed at his words, adding the leaves to her small wicker basket.

“And hear I thought we were friends, meanwhile you’ve just been using me for my gardening skills.” She pouted playfully, looking up through her eyelashes at the man nearly twice her height.

“What’s next?” He asked trying to distract himself from her doe-like eyes.

“Silverweed.”

“I’ll only need four of those, I still have some left over from last month.”

“Not a problem, what about Mandrake root are you needing any of that?”

Severus shook his head.

The pair made their way through several greenhouses gradually working his way down the list, Y/N adding each item to her little basket until it was bulging with plants of all different varieties.

“Well, if that’s everything…” The witch trailed off, handing Snape her basket.

“Thank you, Y/n. It’s been a joy as always.”

“So, see you next month?”

As it always did when their time came to an end, Severus’ heart raced and his mind buzzed trying to come up with a reason to extend his stay, only to come up empty once again.

“Next month.” He nodded.

The professor turned to leave with his new stock, feeling a little disheartened with himself.

“I’ve been experimenting!” Y/N suddenly blurted, catching her colleague by surprise.

“Sorry?” Snape raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

“I’ve been experimenting with some new plants; do you want to see them?” She elaborated.

A smile threated to break out across Severus’ features, but he managed to contain it to a small smirk.

“I’d love to.”

“Great!”

Practically vibrating with excitement, the herbology professor hopped towards Snape, grabbing him by the arm and leading him back into the depth of the greenhouses. “I’ve been trying out loads of new plants, but only a few of them have been working for me. Pamona said she’ll help me on my next round of knotgrass but I think it’ll take a while to perfect it. Oh, and did I mention the first years are potting their mandrakes tomorrow, how exciting is that! It’s always my favourite lesson to teach. Except when one student inevitably faints, but can I blame them I know I would have been the exact same when I was that age. Too curious for my own good my mother always used to say.”

Severus allowed Y/N to ramble on as she always did when she was excited about something, it was another reason why he loved spending time with her so much. She would talk for hours and he would listen intently, never boring of what she had to say. Similarly, Y/N never complained about how little Severus added to their conversation. She knew, despite how little he said, he was genuinely interested in what she had to say.

Y/N stopped in front of a sad looking plot of Gurdyroot, her face dropping at the sight of them.

“They should have been ready to pick today, looks like they’ll need uprooted instead. I’m still getting the hang of all the nuances, you know?”

“You’ll get there, it all comes with practice.”

“I know, I just wish it came as naturally to me as it does to Professor Sprout.”

“Hard work is more admirable than natural ability in my opinion.”

“It’s always baffled me, you know?”

“What?” Snapes eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“Why you chose to come to me instead of her. You two had been working together for years, you don’t strike me as a man who breaks routine easily.”

“Let’s just say it was time for a change.” He commented. “Our working relationship had run its course.”

“Does that mean you’ll eventually trade me in for a younger model?” Y/N crossed her arms over her chest in defence, only half joking with her accusation.

“Never.” He smirked, though his eyes remained serious, boring into hers like he could never will himself to look away.

“Wait until you see my prized plant.” Y/N diverted, the intensity of Snape’s gaze becoming overwhelming. “Now these turned out beautifully.”

Severus stared down at the plant, recognising it immediately by its vibrant lavender florets and deep black berries. Belladonna. She was right, they had turned out perfectly. He doubted even Pamona Sprout could grow the plant quite so flawlessly.

Distracted in his thoughts of the woman’s craftsmanship, Severus failed to notice why exactly Y/N had now taken to dancing around the greenhouse, swatting at the air.

“Shoo. Shoo.” She repeated, flapping her hands around aimlessly.

“What exactly are you doing, Y/N?”

“Those damn bees are back.” She huffed. “They think the flowers have pollen in them, it doesn’t matter how much insecticide I spray they just keeping bac- Ouch.”

Y/N retracted her hand quickly, clutching her palm to her chest. The woman’s eyes went wide,  locking on to Severus’ in a panic.

“What was that, what happened?” He rushed.

“Nothing. I just cut my hand…I’ll be fine.”

“How did you cut it? Is it a bee sting or was it the plant?”

“A bee sting. It must have been, surely.”

“Are you absolutely positive?” His heart was really racing now. He was desperate to check out her wound, but didn’t want to overstep her boundaries.

Silence fell as Y/N merely shook her head in response, her eyes on the verge of tears.

“Show it to me.” Snape demanded, reaching for her arm.

Though the plant had only nicked her and her cut was relatively small, Severus knew better than to play it down.

“We need to go to my office. Now.”

“I’ll be fine Severus, it barely broke the skin, I’m sure it won’t affect me.”

“I’m not taking that chance.”

Deadly Nightshade, otherwise known as Belladonna, is toxic to the touch, once entered into your bloodstream however, the effects can be fatal. Severus could tell by the look on Y/N’s face this exact thought was crossing through her mind also. He’d be damned if he let anything happen to this woman on his watch. He had an antidote and he wasn’t about to start taking chances.

Erratically rummaging through his stores of ready-made potions, Severus finally selected a green coloured vial.

“Take this.” He ordered, handing the witch the vial.

“Thank you, Severus. What would I do without you.” She forced a laugh past the lump in her throat.

“Have the sense to wear some gloves, hopefully.”

“I’m so sorry, Severus. It was a foolish mistake, I know. I just get so forgetful sometimes, and when I’m around you…”

“Hush. And Drink.” He repeated, saving her from saying something she might regret in the heat of the moment. Severus took his seat next to her, subconsciously leaning into the warmth of her body. “Let me see your hand.”

The potions master uncapped a second bottle of liquid, pouring the contents onto his own hand before treating Y/N’s wound.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a cream infused with the essence of rue. It’ll target the poison right at the source.”

Severus rubbed a calloused thumb over her supple palm, meticulously massaging the cream into her skin. The pair became distracted by his movements, and the unfamiliar touch of the other’s hand.

“That feels good.” Y/N hummed.

“I’m glad.” Snape swallowed nervously, not daring to make eye contact with her.

“You didn’t have to go to all this bother, you know. I’m sure Madam Pomfrey would have had supplies for this sort of thing.”

“Madam Pomfrey gets her supplies from unreliable potioneers in Diagon Alley. Besides, I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do this properly.”

“You’re sweet to me, Severus.” The witch smiled. “I don’t imagine you’re this sweet to everyone.”

Snape’s movements faltered.

“We’re friends.” He clarified.

“Are we?” She stared up at him through those big full eyelashes, batting them in the way that made his heart flutter.

“Of course, we are.” He cleared his throat. “What else would we be?��

“Something more.”

The words escaped her mouth as a whisper, almost inaudible to the point where Severus was beginning to think she hadn’t said them at all.

“I like you, Severus. And I think you might like me.” She clarified.

Severus Snape couldn’t even begin to find the words to tell this woman how he felt about her. How much he admired and appreciated her. How he waited each month just to get to spend one morning with her. How he thinks she might even be the first woman he’s loved in a very long time.

Instead, he simply raised her hand to his mouth, planting a single delicate kiss on the tip of her knuckles.

“Well then.” She grinned, not needing any more of an explanation. Placing her hands on either side of his face Y/N planted a kiss squarely on Severus’ lips. “Let’s be something more.”

[tasteslikefridge]

[mod] better ingredient thumbnails

fed up of hardly visible harvestables in your sim's inventory? don't want your pears in pairs? this mod replaces the autogenerated thumbnails for ingredients with custom ones that more closely match the produce. includes fixes for 29 base game, expansion, and store ingredient thumbnails. DOWNLOAD (SFS) details under the cut:

tiny thumbnails replaced with close-ups

off-centre thumbnails re-aligned

single ingredients (pears, berries, peaches, etc.) no longer show up as multiples

no more clipping/cropping issues with the mandrake, wolfsbane, and carrot

mandrake thumbnail now depicts the harvestable root, not the flower

egg replaced with more egg-shaped sims 4 version

pecan and cocoa thumbnails replaced with more easily identifiable images

INSTALLATION place the file in your packages folder (not overrides).

you don't need to have all the harvestables installed for this mod to work. it shouldn't conflict with any default override plants, though the thumbnail won't match if the look of the harvestable is changed.

[barszcz-czerwony-i-biali]

Episode Two: Dungeon Meshi is it Kosher

So I looked up mandrakes and turns out like the city of Sioux Falls, it's real I just thought TV made it up. 🤷🏼‍♀️ I learned a ton about them so naturally I will info dump everything

In the Tanakh they were seen as a plant that would help increase fertility. In Bereshit 30:14 the gist of it was that Rachel was like hey Leah give me your mandrakes, you can sleep with Yakov.

(This) alludes to this plant's properties in promoting pregnancy, but the passage seems specifically intended rather to point out that pregnancy is a gift of the Lord, for Leah, who handed over the mandrakes, became pregnant and not Rachel, who received them.

Jewish virtual Library

My question is am I getting this right, did Rachel end up sleeping with Yakov too, or did she just think having the plant would get her pregnant?

I was born through IVF so I won't judge.

Another thing I learned was that the method that Marcielle discusses having learned in school was actually recorded down by Josephus.

They are poisonous but there are people such as this person in Israel who makes them into liqueur

Link Jerusalem Post

Dungeon Meshi Wiki Says we can use Parsnips if you are worried about the poisonous part

Anyway

First Dish : Roast Basilisk

I discussed earlier that the basilisk is not kosher but a roast chicken should suffice.

Mandrake and Basilisk Bacon Omelette

Mandrake (1 med. size)

Basilisk bacon (use the fattiest cuts) (50 grams)

Basilisk egg (1)

Salt and pepper (to taste)

Ketchup (to taste)

For the Basilisk Egg we can use a chicken egg and for the bacon there are many things we can use such as any kosher bacon product, shiitake mushrooms are also a good substitute.

So Irl Kakiage is prepared by taking clumps of either a shellfish such as shrimp, dipping it into tempura and frying to create a sort of fritter or pancake.

These are often made vegetarian by substituting the shellfish with ingredients such as carrot, burdock root, and onion.

They look quite similar to latkes made using grated potatoes

[happilychee]

do u write for acno?????

If so, please feed us with acnologia x reader 🙏🏻🙏🏻 headcanons, anything ill take it please the people are starved

I haven't considered acno before; he's not really a character I like to explore thaaat much, but I tried lol

these came out pretty angsty bc I really don't think there's a way to survive a relationship with acnologia given how he ends up :(

acnologia x reader headcanons

cw: mentions of child death and injuries; overall angst

♡ probably the only way to have a feasible relationship with acnologia is if you meet him when he's a human. the fiore of 400 years ago is nothing like modern times. it's wild, lush, vibrant, and dangerous. dragons roam freely, not just present but overpowering, and you're a meager human. still, you know you want to help your people in any way you can. you become a healer, and that's how you meet doctor acnologia.

♡ healing is a difficult job, and you spend many sleepless nights in the infirmary with acno mixing potions and balms and salves. you don't miss the way his eyes widen when your fingers brush against his as he hands you the mandrake root. he doesn't miss your tiny smile as his hand ghosts over your lower back when he passes you to weigh ingredients.

♡ it's a quiet relationship that blooms out of solidarity, a shared passion for healing, and dedication. you're both calm people, and despite the daily threat of dragons, you don't think anything could shake your relationship with the logical, ever-rational man working beside you. and yet.

♡ it's a day like any other. except a mother runs in wailing, her child dead in her arms. there's nothing you could have done, not with your healing prowess or with acnologia's medical expertise, because the child was killed by a dragon. you can't stop yourself from cringing at the mangled flesh, the smell of charred skin. acnologia is quiet, and neither of you can say anything to console the woman sobbing on your infirmary floor.

♡ things are different after that. acno doesn't engage you in witty banter or philosophical conversation. he eats less and less. he disappears at night. the work has always been split evenly between the two of you, but now you find yourself measuring ingredients and keeping the books. those were always acno's jobs.

♡ acnologia comes home covered in blood. it's not his. you can tell because it's black. the black blood of a fucking dragon, and suddenly you're dragging him into the back room, tears streaming down your face as you try to get answers from him. his voice is monotone as he confesses. you feel the world spin as the words dragon slayer magic, dragon festival, and dragon king run through your head. still, you patch him up.

♡ the days get longer and the nights shorter. acnologia seems calmer but... more distant. you notice the blood under his fingernails (not his. never his.) and the bags under his eyes, but damn is he good at distracting you. you know you should leave. you know dragon slayer magic is corruptive. you know what acnologia will turn into, but you relish every night that you can hold him close and press kisses to his crown.

♡ you rub salve into the scales that spread across acno's arms and cheeks. he brings you shiny stones and pretty glass. calls them courting gifts. it never fails to make you laugh. you eat more meat for dinner. you don't ask where it's from. you run the front end of the infirmary completely by yourself now, while acno stays in the back and prepares you potions. he doesn’t want to scare the kids that come to see you, and you take it as a sign of his persevering humanity. you start to think that maybe the idyllic life you've built together can go on forever.

♡ all you can think about is how green your village was, before it was consumed by dragon fire. the smoke makes your eyes burn, but you can't move from under the rubble. you can feel the dragon more than see it, its footsteps reverberating in your chest. you shut your eyes, tears streaming down your face, and accept death. but it doesn't come.

♡ your sweet, dear acnologia is unrecognizable. a blur of black and blue that makes the dragon screech in pain. it's quick, it's lethal, and it's terrifying. the dragon is dead, and you're sobbing for all that's changed in the past few years. the way acnologia pulls you out of the rubble isn't human, but it isn't dragon either. he clings to you, caresses your face, his worried words coming out in growls and roars. all you can do is reach up, brush your thumb across his cheek, and smile. it's still him, still your dear acnologia.

♡ you wake up on the outskirts of a town, bandaged roughly. you don't see acnologia for a long, long time after that fateful night. you set up a new infirmary, you treat new patients, you never forget the little boy with a constant sniffle that died in the dragon attack. and you never forget acnologia. in the dead of night, you let yourself imagine him coming home.

♡ it's so similar, you're getting deja vu. the town is burning, and you can barely breathe. you can move this time, though, and you run because you know he's not coming to save you. you make it to the edge of the forest, so close to safety. but a dragon blocks your path. scales dark as night, electric blue markings, and eyes that pierce your very soul.

♡ you fall to your knees and sob. you could never, never run from acnologia, even if it meant the end for you. you only wish that this won't hurt him. you look straight into your beloved's eyes, and you smile. tears streaming down your face, ash covering your cheeks, arms burned and angry red. you've never looked more beautiful. you close your eyes and wait for death. it doesn't come.

[shishibro]

The smell of something delicious stirs you from an uneasy slumber, and you discover that this dwarf found you unconscious on a lower level of the dungeon and nursed you back to health. When you ask him what ingredients he’s using, he plainly states that it’s an omelet made from basilisk egg, meat, and mandrake root. He tells you he’s been cooking with monster parts for years now, and insists that you give it a try. Do you accept his offer? Or do you spot something tastier on display?

Senshi is easily one of the GOATs of anime men, and as soon as I learned how much fan service he gets in the anime and manga, I just had to draw him. This probably won’t be the last time I do, that’s for sure.

You can find the alts (including spicier ones ;3) on my Patreon~ patreon.com/Shishibro

[dunmeshi-would-you-eat]

Senshi's "Basilik Egg and Mandrake Root Omelet"

[witchunderthewillow]

✨My 2025 Manifestation Spell Jar 💚🩷

This year, I decided to make a spell jar for 2025, focusing on focus, prosperity, wealth, abundance and ferrility as my partner and I have decided to try for a child this year.

✨ What I Included:

• Green Salt & Himalayan Salt: For grounding, protection, and growth.

• Our Hair: A personal connection tying my partner and me to this intention.

• Ashes of Sigil Paper: Burned sigils to anchor and activate my desires.

Herbs & Flowers:

• Rose Petals: For love and nurturing energy.

• Basil: For prosperity and abundance.

• Peppermint: For focus and clarity.

• Dandelion Root: For resilience and manifestation.

• Cinnamon Chips: To attract wealth and success.

• Thyme: For courage and focus.

• Sandalwood: For spiritual connection and grounding.

• Ginger Root: To spark action and motivation.

• Juniper Berry: For protection and prosperity.

• Hibiscus Flower & Dried Pomegranate Blossoms: For fertility and creativity.

• Mandrake Root: A powerful symbol of fertility and magical growth.

• Yarrow: For strength and harmony.

• Cedar Tips: To honor life’s cycles and provide protection.

• A Penny (Heads Up): For luck and financial abundance.

• Crystals: Citrine, Carnelian, Green Aventurine, and Moonstone, each contributing their unique energies for prosperity, creativity, passion and focus.

• Lavender Oil: To promote calm and harmony while amplifying the jar’s magic.

✨ Process:

1. Cleansing & Grounding: I cleansed the jar and materials with incense smoke, focusing on clear intentions.

2. Building the Jar: Layer by layer, each ingredient was added with mindful visualization of the energy it brings.

3. Sealing with Wax: Using green and pink candle wax, I sealed the jar, representing growth, prosperity, and love.

✨ Placement & Energy:

I put the jar in a place in my home where I would see it everyday but also has special significance. It serves as a daily reminder of the magic I’m manifesting and the work I’m putting into achieving my goals.

May this jar bring abundance, love, and opportunities not just for me, but for anyone reading who is ready to manifest their dreams. 🌟

[magickkate]

Today, let's delve into an important aspect of ethical and responsible witchcraft—understanding and avoiding the use of toxic plants and oils in our magical practices. While the natural world offers a vast array of botanical allies for spellcraft and healing, not all plants are safe for human, animal, or environmental health. Join me as we explore the importance of ethical considerations when choosing botanical ingredients and oils for our magical work.

Understanding Toxicity: Ethical and Practical Considerations

Health Hazards:

Human Safety: Some plants contain toxic compounds that can cause skin irritation, allergic reactions, or serious health issues if ingested or absorbed through the skin. It's crucial to prioritize safety when selecting botanical ingredients for spells or rituals.

Environmental Impact:

Ecological Responsibility: Using plants that are endangered or harvested unsustainably contributes to environmental degradation and threatens biodiversity. Responsible witches strive to protect and preserve natural habitats and species.

Plants and Oils to Avoid

Poisonous Plants:

Belladonna (Deadly Nightshade): Known for its toxic berries, belladonna can cause severe poisoning and even death if ingested. Mandrake: While mythologically potent, mandrake roots contain toxic alkaloids that pose risks if mishandled or ingested. Foxglove: Recognized for its beautiful flowers, foxglove contains cardiac glycosides that are poisonous to humans and animals.

Allergenic Oils:

Cinnamon Oil: Highly concentrated cinnamon oil can cause skin irritation or allergic reactions in sensitive individuals. Nutmeg Oil: Ingesting large amounts of nutmeg oil can lead to nausea, dizziness, and other health complications.

Ethical Guidelines for Responsible Witchcraft

Research and Education:

Botanical Knowledge: Educate yourself about the properties and potential risks of plants and oils before incorporating them into your magical practice. Alternative Options: Explore safe, ethical alternatives that align with your intentions and respect the well-being of all living beings.

Sustainable Practices:

Harvesting Practices: If gathering plants from nature, do so responsibly and ethically, ensuring you're not depleting wild populations or disrupting ecosystems. Cultivation: Consider cultivating your own herbs and plants in a sustainable manner, promoting biodiversity and ecological balance.

Choosing Ethical and Safe Alternatives

Herbal Allies:

Lavender: Calming and protective, lavender is safe for various magical uses and promotes relaxation. Rosemary: Known for purification and clarity, rosemary is versatile and safe when used appropriately. Chamomile: Soothing and gentle, chamomile is ideal for spells involving peace, sleep, and healing.

Essential Oils:

Lemon: Uplifting and cleansing, lemon essential oil is safe for aromatherapy and spiritual purification rituals. Frankincense: Sacred and grounding, frankincense essential oil is valued for meditation and spiritual connection.

Final Thoughts:

As practitioners of witchcraft, we have a responsibility to honor the Earth, protect its inhabitants, and practice magic with integrity and mindfulness. By avoiding toxic plants and oils, we uphold ethical principles and promote a harmonious relationship with nature and the spiritual realms.

[satureja13]

In the evening, after Kiyoshi and Jack finished purifying the Sanctum, Vlad and Jack cared for the animals, Jeb and Kiyoshi cooked... (well, Jeb cooked - and worried about Kiyoshi. He seems to drift away again after Ms Coombes had prohibited any contact between Kiyoshi and Jack. Kiyoshi and Jeb's familiars, Al'ar and Errol, are up to all kind of nonsense, despite the subdued mood. They are letting the cookbook float out of reach (not that Jeb needed it) and swipe the tastiest bits of the ingredients ^^')

... the Boys, Noxee and Barfolomew met outside the Screaming Mandrake for dinner. It hadn't rained all day and they have such a nice evening after all that stress ö.Ö'

Noxee told Saiwa she's going to wake Ji Ho tonight and - if it all goes well, he's supposed to join them for classes tomorrow morning! Noxee: "He'll still be sore, so I suggest to distract him, keep him busy. And try to not adress his feelings or stuff that could upset him. For a while, at least. And when he cries, just let him. It's a lot he has to deal with."

Noxee handed Sai a potion for Ji Ho, to dull his feelings, should it get too overwhelming for him and told them to continue with their yoga/meditation and tantra practise. Saiwa was near to tears: "Oh Noxee - thank you. I shouldn't have delayed seeking help for so long. It's all my fault." Noxee: "Don't be so hard to yourself. Nothing bad happened. The Therapy Game was a success for all of you and Ji Ho will be fine - even more than fine! He has his feelings back! The good ones too. The love!"

They spent the rest of the evening apart from each other. Neither Jack nor Kiyoshi had eaten... Kiyoshi was doing so well yesterday. No matter what Ms Coombes said - Jeb is still sure that Jack does help Kiyoshi to get rooted in their realm and that his quirky demeanor somehow ignites enough interest/attraction in Kiyoshi to drag him out of his demonic/divine spheres - to the here and now. He'll have to talk to the others about this and they need to find a solution. Kiyoshi is of no help for anyone in a state like this. And Jeb is also sure that Kiyoshi isn't happy. And that's what counts for Jeb.

Jack, Saiwa and Vlad went to the Common Room again. Like in the Otherworld, they have no internet here beyond the Veil. Even worse - no electricity either... Jack fell asleep as soon as he touched the sofa and Vlad was playing absent minded the organ. Means: no one there to play games with Sai. He started to read since there was nothing else to do for him. I've never seen Sai read any books, he's always too busy with his fashion and computer stuff. But the Common Room has a great collection of gay romance books. Saiwa is still a virgin and he was hooked immediately ^^'

(TMI: I have kindle unlimited and I've also been surprised how many great gay romance books of all genres are out there. If you like the gay romance aspect of our story, you might want to take a look. The good thing about kindle unlimited is, if you don't like a book, you can give it back and try the next one, since you pay a monthly fee and not for every single book.)

It was hard to concentrate on the book, though. Saiwa's head was still spinning around Jack and Ji Ho - and Skully was happily (and out of tune) singing along with whatever song Vlad was playing...

And in the top of the tower, Ji Ho eventually woke up. Noxee: "Hey - how are you?" Ji Ho: "Huh - surprisingly fine? I expected worse. How long have I been out?" Noxee: "Four days. It will still be hard for a while. Just let it happen, hm? It comes and it will go again. You are going to get used to feel through all these emotions and memories of yours. And you will learn to cope with them - like the others did too. But you are the most sensitive, so don't try to push it. Cry when you need to cry. Your friends will understand and help you where they can."

Ji Ho: "My friends ... Vlad. Gods, I caused him so much pain! What if my grandfather really put a spell on us? I'm so afraid to loose him. Now that I can finally feel it." Then he cried and cried... And Noxee let him cry. (TMI: Have I ever told you that a friend of mine went to therapy and she barely talked with her therapist, she just sat there and cried. For many, many sessions. But she said she felt so much better afterwards. And that's what counts in the end. Don't worry what the therapist might think of you. They won't. It's their job - and they learned how to do it.)

It wasn't that Ji Ho didn't feel anything in all those years. Like Noxee said, he's the most sensitive of them all. But it had all been dulled down. And it was more a sensing than a feeling. Just scratching the surface. And he was never able to feel love - except when the Bond let him love Luci, the remnants of Vlad he left behind after he died.

They heard Vlad playing from below:

'Some day, yeah We'll put it together and we'll get it undone Some day When your head is much lighter Some day, yeah We'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun Some day When the world is much brighter

Ooh child Things are gonna be easier Ooh child Things'll be brighter'

The 5 Stairsteps - O-o-h Child from the Guardians of the Galaxy OST (This movie is already 10 years old? Omg! One of my favourite movies of all time, nonetheless :3 )

Outtakes

These familiars cause problems. Kiyoshi and Jeb got stuck so often today -.- Not even resetting helped *sigh*

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Current Chapter: 'Here comes the Sun' from the beginning ▶️ here Last Chapter: 'Who killed Jack?' from the beginning ▶️ here

📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

[draconosaurus]

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[veritas-scribblings]

potion - @bartylusmicrofic - words: 660

Barty sits on the bench watching enthralled as Regulus leans over and reviews the notes he’s taken on how to brew the Draught of Peace. He doesn’t need to do this, Barty knows, because Regulus is incredibly bright and remarkably apt at potions. But Regulus has always been fussy and somewhat of a perfectionist. And Barty has always loved him for this.

Regulus catches Barty staring and blushes. A wonderful pink that colours Regulus’s cheeks and creeps down his neck. He’s holding a quill between his long, slender fingers, which are decorated with an array of silver rings. Familiar silver rings that Barty remembers the feel of, cold on his flushed skin, on hands that are so very, wickedly precise and so very, wonderfully skilled.

The heat of the memory punches Barty in the gut, damned near winding him, and he’s suddenly assaulted by intensity of it and the realisation that he needs to do something about his thoughts before they become obvious to the rest of the class.

And to Slughorn, who is yelling at him to get off the bench and get to work.

‘Do you mind making yourself useful?’ Regulus says as he spreads out the potions ingredients in front of him and organises them into groups, because the boy is worryingly anal retentive. He’s eyeing Barty like he knows exactly what Barty is thinking about, and…well, he probably does.

‘Sure, sure,’ Barty says. He peers over at the line up of ingredients. ‘Use valerian instead of mandrake. Less likely to make the drinker hallucinate. Mandrake is a psychoactive. I mean, unless that’s the effect you’re going for?’

Regulus frowns sceptically. ‘The textbook—and Slughorn—said to use mandrake.’

‘The textbook—and Slughorn—are idiots. Trust me. Valerian root. Grated.’ Barty leans over as Regulus rearranges his potions lineup, clearly conflicted about whether to listen to Barty or whether to proceed with the instructions he’s been given by Slughorn. ‘So,’ Barty says quieter. While he’ll admit he is a bit of an exhibitionist, some things are just meant for him and Regulus. ‘So, Evan told me about this thing we need to try. It’s…a sex thing.’

For a moment, Regulus looks startled, glances around to check if anyone is listening, then when he decides it’s safe to do so. The son of a whore almost laughs and Barty curses the unique talent that Regulus has for making him feel embarrassed in spite of himself. 

Before Barty can make overtures to quickly cover the temporary affliction of that thing called humiliation, Slughorn strides over and barks, ‘Crouch, I told you to get off the bench and get to work!’

‘I’m working with Reg.’

‘It’s an independent assignment.’

Barty groans. Rolls his eyes. ‘What a drag.’ And then slides off the bench all loose-like, flowing like water. When Slughorn is gone, Barty sidles up behind Regulus and whispers, ‘Evan says it’s a sure thing.’

Regulus flushes again. Barty is really not doing himself any favours, especially given that he is a fixed point on Slughorn’s radar, but making Regulus blush in the middle of potions class is really turning him on. And Regulus blushes really pretty.

‘A sure thing for what?’ Regulus says, quiet and low, as he begins grinding the moonstone in slow, measured movements.

‘For making you come so hard you see stars,’ Barty whispers, so close by Regulus’s ear that he can smell the sweet coconut and spicy lemongrass of his shampoo. ‘Teeth-rattling, back-breaking orgasms. Many of them.’

Regulus ducks his head, his hair falling into his eyes, and Barty wants to reach around and brush the locks aside. He’s hiding his face, Barty knows, putting his entire weight into crushing the moonstone. The rings on his fingers clink against the pestle. 

‘Fine,’ he says. His tone is flat, like he’s trying to restrain himself. He shoves Barty backwards, away from him. ‘Tell me about it later. Now go away, brew your potion or something.’