#lorcan scamander -‘๑’-

[blueberrymash]

your spark - lorcan scamander

·˚ ༘ while you have the brightest personality and are quite a little sunshine, you're definitely not the brightest bulb in the box. yet, you're still in ravenclaw. why? - nobody knows and seemingly everyone in your house thinks you don't belong. except for lorcan scamander, your tutor, who finds you crying after you overheard mean ravenclaw girls talk bad about you behind your back. he promises you: being smart isn't everything and that a little thing about you (that you don't even notice is part of you) is much more valuable.

·˚ ༘ fluff, ravenclaw!reader, fem!reader, insecurity, hurt & comfort, for my academically struggling girls (I see you!)

·˚ ༘ 1.8k words

ravenclaws were supposed to be smart, right? intellectual, wise, intelligent and stuff. real nerds with top grades and bright futures as some of the most renowned wizards in the world. well, apparently, that was not the path that had been cut out for you. you were a ravenclaw, yet you were anything but smart and your grades were definitely not outstanding. you struggled a lot, always needed extra help and for the professors to explain everything twice to you. the fact that being good at school didn't come naturally to you took a great toll on you and you always questioned whether the sorting hat might've made a mistake all those years ago. you never really felt like you belonged to ravenclaw and that you never really fit into the description of the typical smart and cunning blue-robed student. today was an especially tough day. you had messed up immensely in class, had broken one of the pots in herbology and snapped the little plant that was growing inside of it right in half. professor longbottom didn't deduct any points from your house, luckily he was just too kind for that, but you definitely saw that he was a bit emotional about the killed plant. you were so embarrassed and had felt so bad, you had apologized over and over to your herbology professor, all while your classmates just stood and laughed at you. and to only make it worse, you had overheard your fellow housemates talk bad about you. "she's so stupid, did you see what she did in herbology today? I swear to god, she only has two fucking brain cells left and both of them are occupied with fashion and makeup." "really, she doesn't deserve to be in ravenclaw. she's so dense, it's sickening." and that hadn't even been everything that they had said about you. they had called you a "bimbo" and a "stupid fucking people pleaser". now you were crying in your room. you had been, for the past 15 minutes actually. eventually, lorcan scamander, your tutor for practically everything that you could still be helped in, had found you in your dorm and had apparently decided he wanted to join in on your crying session. "what's wrong, lovey? why are you crying?", he asked and the evident worry and concern in his voice only made you cry more. he sat down on your bed, right next to your sobbing figure and gently pulled you into his arms, hugging you. "tell me, what happened?", he softly inquired. you shook your head, too embarrassed to share it with him. you knew lorcan didn't think you were stupid or that you weren't a real ravenclaw, he would never, he was too kind. but for some stupid reason you were still scared that he might change his mind and end up agreeing with the others, because as much as you wanted to perfectly fit into your house, you simply didn't. you didn't fit in. your sobs had now subsided to small hiccups and you were disentangling yourself from lorcan's hug. "lorcan, I'm fine, thanks for being concerned but it's really alright.." he frowned, not buying your bullshit. "you were crying, heavily may I add. you're not alright." you sighed, running your fingers through your hair. you could still feel his eyes on you, piercing into you to find a reason for your upset state.

lorcan had always been an analyser, quick to figure people out and quick to know whether they could be trusted or not. he was quiet and reserved and he only ever hung around his small, selected group of friends who he had basically known since he was born. all of them were extremely smart, skilled in academics and from a respected household. you were a bit intimidated by them, to be honest. it was a wonder lorcan even talked to you. not that you weren't nice, it was mostly just because he kept to himself and could be very closed off. you were pretty much an open book, wearing your heart on your sleeve and wanting to befriend everyone. you were kind, caring and sweet but you weren't exactly the smartest. even though you wore the blue and silver tie, your highest grades were only ever A's (acceptable) or P's (poor).

a few months ago, lorcan found you sobbing after getting back the test results from divination, where you had gotten a T (troll). he comforted you and offered to tutor you in that subject, which soon turned into him helping you in all of the subjects, seeing as your grades were not exactly good in any of them. you often told him he didn’t have to and that you didn't want to be a burden to him. school alone was already pretty exhausting and tutoring you on top was an extra weight he didn't need to pull. he told you to stop that nonsense and that he liked teaching you.

him tutoring you followed the two of you hanging out after school a bit. you were different from the usual type of people he hung out with, much more extroverted and a lot more focused on just living life rather than succeeding all the time. he liked it, it was refreshing and fun. every time he hung out with you, he felt like you were this bundle of light and joy, happy and bubbly and fun to spend time with.

but now it seemed like your light had been completely dimmed. looking into your eyes, lorcan only found a pool of sadness and hurt and it broke his heart.

"please talk to me", he pleaded. "I want to know what's going on with you, so I can help. please."

he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his hand linger for a bit. he wiped away another fallen tear that had escaped your eye. you knew he was waiting for an answer.

"fine", you huffed. "I overheard some girls talking about me, calling me a bimbo, dense and lots of other horrible stuff. basically saying I don't belong in ravenclaw."

lorcan's face had gone blank and you could see how hardly he was trying to surpress his anger, for your sake. he exhaled heavily, thinking before speaking, taking his time. he was always very careful with his words.

after a while, he finally spoke, an ernest yet empathetic expression on his face.

"look, I'm so sorry the girls in our house are so rude and that they're saying these unbelievably untrue things about you. I'm also sorry you believe them, because they couldn't be more wrong, love."

he sighed as he noticed tears welling up in your eyes again. he pulled you into his arms once more, your back now against his and your head against his chest. he shifted you so you were in a comfortable position in your bed, his back against the headboard and you slumped against him. he started playing with your hair, a comforting act that he did every time he had to console you after you didn't pass an exam.

"listen closely when I tell you this, okay?"

you nodded, curious as to what he'd say.

"I still remember the first time we hung out after a tutor session. you'd convinced me to go to hogsmeade with you because the christmas season had just started and you were so excited to go and see the lights and decorations. when we wandered around town, you were so happy the entire time, lighting up at every single decorated window you saw. you were glowing. and I've seen you like this other times as well. one time, you brought a new pencil to tutoring and you were basically ecstatic because it was pink and it lit up when you wrote with it. it was just a little pencil from zonko's but it still made you so happy."

the two of you were chuckling now, amused at the memory lorcan had recounted.

"you have the amazing ability to find joy in the little things in life. I envy you for it, actually. you're focused on just living life and finding happiness along the way. when I first met you, you weren't so worried about succeeding in school all of the time, until your grades got a little worse and I started tutoring you... yeah, you got more ambitious, I'll give you that but you also lost a bit of that spark"

you tensed, knowing that you'd gotten more stressed over the last few months. your academic performance hadn't really gotten better and your feeling of being an impostor in ravenclaw had increased. lorcan noticed your switch in emotions and quickly kept talking, not wanting to make you more upset.

"I want you to know that being good in school isn't everything. I know you've been so focused on it the last few month and you've been working so hard and I'm truly proud of you. I just don't want you to lose yourself in it. I know me and my friends have. sure, we're good at school and get good grades, but it doesn't exactly make us happy. most of us wish we'd have what you have. the ability to not base one's happiness on success but to simply be happy because life is a happy thing.In 3 years, nobody will care what grades you got in school, love. so, please, don't lose your adorable self over it."

he gave you a kiss on top of your head, ruffling your hair. it made you blush a little bit.

"and especially don't listen to what those nasty girls have got to say. they've got no idea what they're talking about."

he said the last part with a bit more harshness, the anger evident in his voice. it brought a little smile to your face. you felt better after what he had said and you didn't know how you had deserved him.

you turned around to face him and took his hands in yours.

"thank you, lorcan. I truly don't know how you do it, but you manage to cheer me up everytime, like it's your super power or something." you chuckle, it makes him smile.

"oh, a few months of tutoring you and many many tears of yours over potions have taught me how. so, I guess you could say I have 'well acquired super powers'"

he shrugged and you laughed, feeling a bit lighter thanks to your lorcan.

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