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Threads of Silver: Chapter 5 - Ripples in the Valleys
After a long time of waiting due to uni work and creative block, it's finally here! This is the conclusion to this part of TOS, but there is definitely more of this story, that might be told by some other familiar faces! This story features ocs by @camillejeaneshphm and @endlessly-cursed !!
The previous chapter can be found here !!
Chapter 5: Ripples in the Valleys
âIt must be understood that in medieval society, poisonings were seen as a fairly regular and harmless practice for dealing with problems, especially when a serf or servant was poisoned, but only if the perpetrator is never caught. To fail at a poisoning, however, was a massive social faux pas, as it often had the capacity to ruin a good feast in a way successful poisonings didnât.â - Mayson Kowalskiâs History Report
It was Gabriel who broke the stunned silence that had filled the hall as Lachlann got to his feet. He looked the apprentice up and down, shaking his head in disbelief. âWe all thoughtâŚI meanâŚit was, wasnât it? The symptomsâŚthe way youâŚâ
Rowena nodded briefly, before turning back to Lachlann. âHis body is still dealing with the poison, butâŚthe more fatal symptoms donât seem to be appearing. Now then, would anyone like to do the decent thing and own up to poisoning my apprentice?â
There was an awkward silence in the air as the many guests looked between each other, Lachlann noticing the Osadas looking directly at Mathilde and Bruna. All of the decorum between the group he had seen early had gone.
It was Mathilde who broke the silence. Between her dark expression and the accusatory look Gabriel was giving her, it seemed rather obvious now what she was notorious for. âSomething youâd like to say, good sir?â she asked, her tone of voice passing the judgement back onto Gabriel.
However, it was Rousalie who spoke up. âOh, donât be ridiculous-â
âRousalie, itâs alright-â Gabriel tried to interject, Baron Osada now standing up trying to calm his children down, and the Thane of Cawdor absolutely failing to get everyone to sit back down. Unfortunately, Mathilde and Bruna werenât helping matters, and it seemed to Lachlann as if an argument would break out there and then. At least until Godric stepped away from the High Table and jumped up onto the one the others had all been sitting on. They all fell silent. Rowena merely rolled her eyes, which conveyed to Lachlann that this wasnât the first time heâd done this.
âWorks every time.â Godric chuckled to himself as he walked across the table towards the others. âNow, I hate to interject, you know me-â
âOh, pleaseâŚâ Rowena hissed, Lachlann looking up to see Luxia trying to hold in a laugh.
â-but,â Godric continued, holding up his cloak to keep it from getting into any soup, âI feel like all this yelling isnât helping matters. Let us start with whatâs important: are you alright, Lachlann?â
Lachlann winced as the hall now turned to him. He was beginning to understand why Rowena thought of Godric the way she did, but he still appreciated him asking. âIâŚI definitely feel less faint, and the pain is lessening tooâŚstill feel rather sweltered, though.â
Gabriel nodded. âSee? This is what I was talking about, all symptoms of Enchanted Nightshade!â
Mathilde chuckled. âThough you are missing the most important component of Enchanted Nightshade, namely the death that follows. Are we sure he didnât just react badly to our food?â
Rowena tried to stop him, but to Lachlann it didnât seem like anyone else was following social etiquette either. âMaybe the fact that a certain changeling over there projected into my mind so she can tell me Iâm being poisoned.â
Lachlann didnât need to do much to signpost who he was blaming. The glare he was giving Betwixt was enough for everyone to swivel their heads to find her clutching at the fabric of her dress and glaring back at him, also noticing the Thane of Cawdor looking increasingly agitated. â...And youâre going to all believe him over me? If I wanted to kill him I would have actually done it, not made him pass out for a few minutes, that would simply be-â
She very clearly wanted to say more, but the two changelings either side of her placed a hand on either of her shoulders, and she fell silent. The changeling on the left, the one in the dress, gestured to Godric to continue.
Godric nodded to the other two changelings, his smile fading for a moment. âThank you. Now, maybe a better question would be âWhy didnât he die?â Because as Iâm sure Mathilde knows, that could only be Enchanted Nightshade. Iâve had many a good guest succumb to it in the past few years. And the answer, from where Iâm standing at least, is clear.â he said, coming to a stop a few inches from where Lachlann was sitting.
There was a moment of confusion, before Rousalie finally exclaimed âOh!â and pointed at Lachlannâs bowl. There was a mass of clamouring as the nobles craned their necks to see what she was pointing at, and sure enough within the bowl was still a huge amount of bread and meat. Now sheâd pointed it out, it stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the other empty plates.
Bruna finally spoke, still clinging to Mathilde. âIâŚI donât quite follow-â
âI do.â Rowena said, a smile now on her face. âLam, are you alright to stand?â
âI-I think so, milady.â Lachlann said, now feeling a little self-conscious about her holding him up. She let him go and walked over to the table, picking up the bowl. Pulling out her wand, she muttered a few words and her wand glowed a faint purple. There were gasps and a few gags as the food became covered in purple veins.
Godric chuckled. âAnd there we have it. As Rowena so eloquently demonstrates, Itâs not a matter of the food being poorly poisoned. He just didnât eat enough. My word, this must be why poisonings only happen in noble circlesâŚâ
âWhat makes you say that?â Gabriel asked, squinting at the contaminated food.
Rowena moved it closer to him, Rousalie backing away as she did. âWell, donât you see? Iâm afraid Lachlann here is still getting used to a diet such as ours. Where he comes from they eat different amounts. To him, he ate a normal amount of food.â
âH-HeâŚâ Mathilde said quietly, her mouth opening and closing a couple of times. Lachlann stepped over too, and when he did she shot him a look not unlike the one Betwixt gave him. Not just irritation, but sheer disbelief that someone as low as him was able to best her. It made him feel a lot better about the whole thing.
âIt was rather rich food.â Lachlann said, absentmindedly. âDoesâŚthat settle it?â
âIâm afraid not just yet.â Rowena sighed, turning to the High Table and staring at the Thane. âThe last thing I want, O Thane, is for this to devolve into a messy argument that you can skew into one of your battles. As far as Iâm concerned, anyone in here could have done it. I confess Iâve made my enemies, after all. I suppose I really should have listened to Lady Hufflepuff. Come, Lam, weâre leaving.â
The Thane looked as if he was about to blow a gasket (not that the gasket had been invented yet). âE-Excuse me?! You talk of me as if I am some common mercenary! My feast has been ruined by the use of magic and so it is my right to use whatever means I have to deal with this!â he spluttered. He looked to either side of him, to Salazar and the third changeling, the one in armour, who seemingly had a conversation between each other based on eye contact alone. Lachlann wondered if they were doing the same thing he and Betwixt had done. Eventually, in part due to the flabbergasted expression on the Thaneâs face, Salazar turned to the rest of the hall.
âI find this reasonable. I shall use my magic in the Thaneâs service to discover the culprit.â he pledged, his eyes darting across the hall for reactions. They fell on Godric, waiting for his response. For a moment, Lachlann felt as if that was it. He had almost died, but now everyoneâs focus was on the Thaneâs feast being disrupted. An intense rush of anger filled him at that dismissal of his life, and of Rowenaâs, so much so that he almost missed what Godric said next.
âI agreeâŚwith Rowena.â. There were gasps. There were mutters. There were exclamations of âWhat?!â, but Lachlann watched silently. Bruna and Mathilde looked scandalised. The odd thing to Lachlann, though, was that he didnât think Salazar was taken by surprise by this. Godric, clearly enjoying the attention to the point that he winked at Luxia, continued, âI grant that the feast is ruined, and that is a tragedy. But for you to see yourself as entitled to our services in that wayâŚthat I cannot stand. We grant our services as a gift, a price for protection. It becomes clear to me now that perhaps another approach is needed if all it gets us is petty killings and being thrust into battle against each other for the highest bidder.â
Godric leapt off of the table, grinning at the others. âIâm with Rowena on this one. I just donât think I can stomach another pointless skirmish. What say you, Sal?â
Salazar looked between Godric, at his own apprentices who suddenly looked rather afraid, and then at the Thane. âIâll admit that I find it slightly degrading at times, but itâs more about finding the right nobles to workâŚwith.â he said, Lachlann unsure if he was looking at the changelings or at the Thane. âBut I insist that there is no division between us. You are my friend, Godric. As are you, Lady Ravenclaw. As is anyone who seeks to ensure that magicâs purity is maintained. I imagine you shall be leaving too?â
Godricâs smile had faded once more, and he nodded. âI think thatâs for the best. Luxia, my dear apprentices, shall we?â
Luxia got up and walked over to him, maybe milking the attention her walk was getting just a little bit, folding her arm under his once she got there, and not really paying attention to Lachlann. The Osadas, meanwhile, turned and bowed to their parents before joining up with Lachlann and the others.
âDoes this happen to you a lot?â Gabriel asked, as the Thane started yelling at the group to stay, his voice undercut by Godric pulling the grand doors open.
â...Not until recently.â Lachlann shrugged, still nursing his stomach.
âI didnât know serfs ate so little!â Rousalie said, shaking her head in disbelief. âI mean, I saw how much you ate, no wonder you survived!â
âRousalie, please!â Gabriel said, exasperated. âSorry, Lam, she really doesnât mean to be this obnoxiousâŚâ
âI-Itâs fine, really.â Lachlann reassured him. âBeing a serf saved my life, after all.â
âFormer serf.â Rousalie said, smiling.
Lachlann found himself laughing at that as they found themselves outside their carriages, as if he hadnât been poisoned just a few minutes prior. âYeahâŚI guess youâre right.â
They ran to catch up with the others, with Godric and Luxia getting into their own coach and leaning over to talk to Rowena. âAre you sure we canât convince you to stay with us?â Godric asked, looking back at the castle. âI do worry about what that Thane might do.â
âI can take care of myself, as can Lachlann.â Rowena pointed out, opening the door for her apprentice to climb in, âWe fought off the Sovereign of the Changelings after all, whatâs some foolish noble who thinks he owns the place?â
Godric merely smiled at her. âYouâve been asking that question all your life, I think. Say hello to Helga for me, wonât you?â
Rowena smiled back and nodded, checking to make sure Lachlann was in the carriage. âSafe travels, Lord Gryffindor.â
âYou too, Lady Ravenclaw.â
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An hour or two passed, and before long the carriage had stopped outside a medium-sized castle, the gate already open. As the two climbed out and walked towards it, already Lachlann felt that it had a profoundly different feeling to it than the Thane of Cawdorâs abode. The flames dotted around seemed to glow more warmly, and the structure did not seem to loom over him in the same way either. Lachlann spent a moment clutching his stomach, the carriage journey had not helped his fragile stomach. He brought a shaking hand up to his hair, dreading to think what he must have looked like. A few seconds passed and a woman with blonde hair in a simple yellow dress walked out, accompanied by another blonde woman who was about Lachlannâs age,with incredibly long blonde hair that escaped her veil into two long braids. She seemed to be the other womanâs apprentice, though very clearly was also a noble.
Helga Hufflepuff stared at Rowena and Lachlann for a moment, before clicking her tongue. âI did say it was not wise to attend.â she said finally, looking Lachlann up and down. âMy word, boy, what has she put you through?â
Lachlann blinked a few times before mustering up the strength to speak âIâŚit was not Lady Ravenclawâs fault, miladyâŚI have some share of the blame for my actions towards the one who hired the poisoner.â
Rowena looked between Lachlann and Helga and sighed. â...Iâm sorry. Do you have any medicinal herbs? I might be able to improve his condition before we leave for home.â
Helga nodded, clicking her tongue once more. âOf course. Henriette, if you could see to gathering those, that would be wonderful. Come, Iâm sure youâll want to pick up Helena.â she said, a smile appearing on her face as they entered the castle. âSheâs been very well-behaved, for the most part. Kept trying to crawl out into the corridors, though.â
âWell, sheâs in a very adventurous stage at the moment.â Rowena shrugged. âYou can see why I needed the extra pair of hands.â
âIndeed. I hope you donât mind me copying your ideas.â Helga chuckled as Henriette returned with the herbs. âFinding an apprentice with connections to the King and Queen has been rather useful with my work in dealing with these pesky wars. No offence to your choice, of course.â
Lachlann didnât react, only watching as the herbs were prepared. He looked over at Henriette for a moment, who looked back. Lachlann blinked rapidly again. âA-Apologies, umâŚIâm afraid Iâm not exactly in the best of shape.â
âThereâs no need to worry, Iâm not surprised after a dose of Enchanted Nightshade.â Henriette reassured him, looking over at Helga and Rowena. âDid Lady Hufflepuffâs absence get mentioned?â
Lachlann shrugged. âIt might have happened in the time I was unconscious, but it also came up when Lady Ravenclaw was dressing down the Thane.â
Henriette smiled at that. âI am glad to hear it. You are very lucky to have a mage like her teaching you. Iâve heard a lot of things about her spellcasting and knowledge, itâs wonderful to have her active once more.â She said, sagely.
Lachlann nodded along with what she was saying. âYes, her knowledge of magic is second to none. Iâm glad that Iâm able to help her. Which reminds me-â he said, walking forward to help with Helena briefly, Henriette following behind.
âItâs alright dear, Iâm hereâŚâ Rowena whispered, her daughter sobbing for a moment before swiftly calming down as she settled into her motherâs arms. âThank you, Lam. I see you two have been introduced to each other. Iâm sure this wonât be the last time we visit, though perhaps next time we will be able to stay for longer. Alas, Helena needs her cot, and Lam here needs to sleep off the rest of the poison.â
Helga laughed out loud at that, placing a hand over her mouth. âApologies, my boy, apologies. Youâve been through the wringer tonight, I can see that. And youâre still trying to help where you can. Youâre already a fine apprentice, and Iâm sure youâll be a fine wizard as time goes on. Iâm sure weâll see you both again soon, especially if the Thane continues to rage about his feast being ruined.â
Henriette passed over the herbs to Lachlann. âI look forward to seeing you at full health soon.â she said, smiling softly at him.
Lachlann took the herbs and bowed. âThank you. Iâll try not to annoy the changelings or Lord Slytherinâs lot too much for a little bit.â He turned to leave, feeling a lot better than he had done, and looked across the hills and valleys, covered in silvery moonlight. The wind rushed through the grass, creating waves of movement that scattered themselves across the Highlands. It occurred to Lachlann that this was the second time someone had tried to kill him in the past week. He felt a peculiar sense of pride in that heâd been able to defend Rowenaâs beliefs in this way, and as he boarded the carriage and started eating the herbs, he wondered just how much of the magic at work in the realm could be used to push back against those who sought nothing but control.
This is where the night ended for Lachlann of Wexford. But it is not the end of the night for many of the others who attended that ill-fated feast.And thankfully, records exist of their night as well. Across the windy valleys, the ripples blew from the grass to the trees to the fires of the Thane of Cawdorâs castle, that one by one were being blown out. In the courtyard, staring as the last carriage left, Salazar Slytherin stood with the castleâs owner.
âI shall fire all my cooks, just to be sure!â the Thane insisted, unable to look Salazar in the eye, âI cannot apologise enough for what happened! For you to be accused of poisoning like that! I do wonder just what Lord Gryffindor teaches those apprentices of his.â
âLord Gryffindor is a close personal friend.â Salazar droned in an icy voice. âPlease, do stop grovelling. You ought to go and oversee that process personally, I doubt you would want any more of your food to be contaminated, am I right?â
âY-Yes, of course!â the Thane said suddenly, running off into the castle. A few moments later, a blonde woman and a woman with red hair walked out and towards the waiting Lord of Magic.
There was a moment where he stared at the two before sighing. âI want to hear nothing of portion sizes and what kind of serf or peasant he was. You failed. I ordered you to poison a magic-user and you failed.â
âIâll say!â came a voice from the open gate. A woman in a deep purple dress walked out, followed by two others. They angrily walked towards the others, holding their dress above the ground as they did so. âIâve never felt such rage before. I thought you said peasants were supposed to be the weakest of mortals?â she fumed.
âI said that non-magical serfs were the weakest of mortals.â Salazar replied, giving Betwixt no more attention as he turned to the two changelings behind her. âMonarchs Eadar and SgĂ than, I hope this night has not diminished your opinion of mortal feasts.â
The two looked at each other, shrugged, and proceeded to change, their hair turning white as snow and their skin becoming pale and then purplish. When they opened their eyes, there were no pupils. The one in the suit of armour, Eadar, spoke first. âNot at all. We do not share our daughterâs anger at the serf, nor his mistress. Nevertheless, two slights such as these against the Silver Kingdom cannot go unaccounted for.â
âThree, if you count the silver this Lady Ravenclaw is harbouring.â SgĂ than pointed out, dusting down her dress. âYou mortals have such fragile lives. I wonder why you put them in danger so frequently.â
âGetting to the pointâŚâ Betwixt seethed, also returning to their white hair and eyes, âWe came into an agreement with you because you promised you could take out anyone opposing our claim upon these Islesâ silver. And now, that bastard and the woman he babysits for have all the motivation in the world to start gathering allies against us!â
âI doubt Rowena would do anything so rash.â Salazar pointed out, his attention finally turning back to his apprentices. âShe will concoct a plan of some kind to achieve her goal. Which gives us valuable time. So I ask you bothâŚwhat are you going to do with that time to help uphold that agreement with our friends here?â
Mathilde and Bruna looked at each other, clearly feeling a great deal of unease at the way Salazar was talking to them. âLord SlytherinâŚMajesties of the Silver KingdomâŚâ Mathilde began, only now beginning to truly process what had happened. Only now processing that someone had gotten the better of her. Someone lower than her. âWe will do whatever is necessary to get rid of them. I will correct my error and ensure that the next time he is brought down by my poisons, he does not wake up.â
Bruna nodded along with Mathilde. âAnd I pledge myself to that same goal. I will assist in devising a strategy that not even Lady Ravenclaw could predict.â
Salazar smirked and turned to the changelings. âThere, I think that settles things, no? Rest assured that soon the serf will be dead, and RowenaâŚwell, her responsibilities that she hired that boy to help with will be too much, Iâm afraid. You neednât worry about her opposing you then.â
SgĂ than nodded approvingly. âVery good. We shall return to our kingdom. Come, Betwixt.â
Betwixt sighed, glaring at Mathilde and Bruna. âIâm sure Iâll be seeing the both of you.â she said, chuckling darkly. âIâd quite like to be there to watch him splutterâŚâ she said, shapeshifting into Lachlann and mimicking him clutching his own neck â...and choke..and turn blueâŚâ before quickly returning to her initial form, laughing aloud as she followed her parents.
The three humans bowed, before turning to the carriage. Before they could get on, however, Salazar put his hand in front of them. âThis conversation is not over. I want to know exactly what your plan is and soon. There can be no distractions from this, either. If your family comes calling once moreâŚâ he said, pointing at Bruna, â...I cannot promise I can hide you from them. Especially not without the changelings supporting us.â
He moved his arm and allowed them into the carriage, glaring up at them before taking a seat near the front. The carriage moved out of the courtyard, and Bruna and Mathilde turned to look at each other, each with an expression that a thousand words would not be enough to describe, but most of which involved killing Lachlann Doherty.
***
It was late now, and Merula put down the book she was reading from with a sigh. â...There we go. Sorry if that took longer than I thought it would.â She looked up, half-expecting to see them all asleep, but instead she saw Mayson, Persephone and Matthew all still watching intently, smiling.
âThanks, Mer!â Mayson exclaimed before being shushed by Persephone, âThat really does help. Iâve got this assignment in the bag now!â
âI, too, am grateful.â Persephone admitted. âAnd I appreciate the amount of gossip and scandal that occurred. Such devious plans those nobles had!â
âI do wonder if Iâm a walking spoiler for whether or not he makes it through though, umâŚâ Matthew pointed out, at which the group laughed.
âYeah, well, thatâs history for you. About how you get there, not the destinationâŚthough thatâs still pretty important too.â She said, staring at Matthew for a few seconds before shaking herself out of it. âRight! You two, off to bed, and Luther here has to sneak his way back to Ravenclaw Tower.â
The two lower-years stood up and headed for their respective dormitories, waving goodbye. âThanks again, Merula!â Mayson said, âIâd prefer you teaching over Binns any day!â
It was now just Merula and Matthew. She started piling up her books, hoping she wasnât too pink in the face. âI couldâŚwalk you up to your room, if you wanted. Keep you out of trouble, and all that.â
Matthew smiled, taking a step closer to her. âAs much as Iâd like that, um, you look really quite tired. You need sleep too, you know.â
âOhâŚfine.â Merula sighed, pulling him close and kissing his cheek. âGo on, get out of here. If I had a bar of silver I could just pull Ravenclaw Tower closer, couldnât I?â
Matthew blushed and nodded. âMaybe you could. If anyone could figure out that world of ancient magic, itâs you.â
He turned to leave, Merula looking down at her notes, about her ancestors, his, the founders, and the strange and wild magic that roamed. To her, it suddenly didnât feel all that far away.
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the children of mathilde of coventry and lachlann doherty
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caitĂlin doherty (portrayed by alyssa sutherland. eldest daughter syndrome.)
samhradhan âsamâ doherty (portrayed by berk cankat. spoiled, stupid, and sexy.)
simone doherty (portrayed by freya mavor. the middle child.)
fèlix doherty (portrayed by aidan turner. the evil one.)
sisuile âsissyâ doherty (portrayed by celina sinden. doomed by the narrative.)
(tagging @hphmmatthewluther because these cuties are shared between us!)
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Royal snaps of the year: the pictures you have to see - Channel 24
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Royal snaps of the year: the pictures you have to see - Channel 24
Cape Town â From new babies to Prince Harry and Meghan Markleâs wedding, 2018 has been filled with plenty of excitement for royal families around the world. With many memorable moments captured in photos, letâs revisit some of the most popular events from across the globe.
Windsor, United Kingdom.
19 May 2018
Prince Harry gestures next to his wife Meghan as they ride in a horse-drawn carriage after their wedding ceremony at St Georgeâs Chapel in Windsor Castle. (Photo: Reuters/Damir Sagolj)
London, United Kingdom.
23 April 2018
The Duchess of Cambridge, Kate Middleton, leaves the Lindo Wing of St Maryâs Hospital alongside her husband Prince William with their new baby boy, Prince Louis of Cambridge. (Photo: Reuters/Hannah McKay).
Windsor, United Kingdom.
12 October 2018
Princess Eugenie and Jack Brooksbank share a kiss after their wedding at St Georgeâs Chapel in Windsor Castle. (Photo: Reuters/Toby Melville).
Mount Nuhulun, Australia.
9 April 2018
Prince Charles of Britain visits Mount Nhulun for a ceremonial welcome with leaders of the Dhimurru and Rirratjingu Aboriginal Corporations. (Photo: Arthur Edwards/Pool via Reuters).
Ottawa, Canada.
12 March 2018
Belgiumâs Queen Mathilde reacts while sampling freshly made maple taffy at the Richelieu Park sugar shack during a state visit in Ottawa. (Photo: Reuters/Chris Wattie).
Wellington, New Zealand.
28 October 2018
The Duchess of Sussex, Meghan Markle, exchanges a hongi (a traditional Maori greeting) during a welcome ceremony at Government House in Wellington, New Zealand. (Photo: Reuters/Phil Noble).
Windsor, United Kingdom.
11 May 2018
Queen Elizabeth II in conversation with Prince Philip at the Royal Windsor Horse Show. (Photo: Reuters/Peter Nicholls).
Bulford, United Kingdom.
9 February 2018
Prince Charles of Britain has his helmet adjusted after taking a ride in a Warrior tracked armoured vehicle during a training exercise. He was visiting the Mercian Regiment at their barracks in Bulford, Wiltshire. (Photo: Reuters/Peter Nicholls).
Coventry, United Kingdom
16 January 2018
Britainâs Prince William and Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge visit Coventry Cathedral. (Photo: Reuters/Heathcliff OâMalley).
London, United Kingdom.
20 February 2018
Britainâs Queen Elizabeth II attends the London Fashion Week and sits next to Vogue editor-in-chief Anna Wintour watching Richard Quinnâs runway show before presenting him with the inaugural Queen Elizabeth II Award for British Design. (Photo: Reuters/Yui Mok/Pool).Â
Tallinn, Estonia.
19 August 2018
Swedenâs Crown Princess Victoria protects herself from splashing water on board the Estonian Navy ship Wambola near Tallinn, Estonia. (Photo: Reuters/Ints Kalnins).Â
Windsor, United Kingdom.
13 July 2018
Queen Elizabeth II stands with US President Donald Trump and his wife, Melania, in the Grand Corridor during the coupleâs visit to Windsor Castle. (Photo: Steve Parsons/Pool via Reuters).
London, United Kingdom.
24 October 2018
Britainâs Prime Minister Theresa May welcomes King Willem-Alexander and Queen Maxima of the Netherlands to Downing Street in London. (Photo:Reuters/Peter Nicholls).Â
Sydney, Australia.
19 October 2018
Meghan and Prince Harry at Bondi Beach, Sydney on the fourth day of the royal coupleâs visit to Australia. (Photo: Dominic Lipinski/Pool via Reuters).
Laikipia, Kenya.
30 September 2018
In his capacity as Colonel of the Regiment, the Duke of Cambridge, Prince William (middle), talks to Irish soldiers of 1st Battalion, the Irish Guards battle group training under the British Army Training Unit Kenya (Batuk) in Laikipia, Kenya. (Photo: Reuters/Thomas Mukoya).
Windsor, United Kingdom.
19 May 2018
Prince Harry and Meghan leave St Georgeâs Chapel at Windsor Castle after their wedding. Photo: Jonathan Brady/Pool via Reuters).Â
Windsor, United Kingdom.
19 May 2018
Meghan Markle and Prince Harry leaving St Georgeâs Chapel at Windsor Castle following their wedding. (Photo: Jane Barlow/PA Wire/Pool via REUTERS).
Windsor, United Kingdom.
25 April 2018
Britainâs Queen Elizabeth II, Colonel-in-Chief of the Royal Tank Regiment, poses for a photograph after presenting the regiment with their new standard in St Georgeâs Hall at Windsor Castle. (Photo: Steve Parsons/Pool via Reuters).
Cork, Ireland
14 June 2018
Britainâs Prince Charles emerges from a recreation of a potato famine era mud hut on the campus of University College Cork, in Cork, Ireland. (Photo: Reuters/Clodagh Kilcoyne).Â
Washington DC, United States
25 June 2018
US first lady Melania Trump escorts Jordanâs Queen Rania after her arrival at the White House in Washington. (Photo: Reuters/Jonathan Ernst).
Source: https://m.channel24.co.za/Gossip/Royal-News/reuters-pictures-of-the-year-2018-royals-20181220
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Threads of Silver - Chapter 4: Feast or Famine
I'm back! The previous chapter can be found over here!
This chapter features characters from @camillejeaneshphm , @nikyiscreepy and from @endlessly-cursed !
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In the dull orange light of the fires that surrounded the entrance to the Thane of Cawdorâs castle, Lachlann tried to readjust his clothes so theyâd be less constricting for what felt like the hundredth time. It didnât work. He and Rowena had only had a single day to get used to the towerâs new location before they were off on horseback to get here on time, leaving especially early so that they would have time to drop Helena off with Rowenaâs friend, Helga Hufflepuff. They did not stay long, but he overheard that she too had decided to find an apprentice. It appeared that Rowena had started something of a fad when she ventured to Ireland, though of course she had had to wait until Lachlann turned eighteen for him to begin learning magic with her. In the time in between, it seemed, such ideas had caught on with those that knew Rowena. He had met those working under Godric already, and was now slightly curious as to whether or not this Salazar person had done something similar.
A loud creaking sound rang through the night air as the great doors before them opened, allowing Lachlann and Rowena to see into the castle itself. The grand structure still seemed incredibly dark and imposing in spite of the many lights that were dotted across the walls and courtyard, guests all around seemingly all too happy to enter the place, which to Lachlann looked almost nightmarish with how it loomed over them.
Rowena seemed to understand her apprenticeâs concerns. âWorry not, Lam. While the Thaneâs castle certainly doesnât present its owner as benevolent, he will not want to look too bloodthirsty in front of his guests, especially since heâd like to distract from Helgaâs absence.â Lachlann nodded along as they ventured across the courtyard, following the other guests. He was keeping an eye out for Godric or perhaps the Osadas as well, while also listening to Rowenaâs advice. He got the strangest feeling that heâd almost certainly need it.
âNow, youâre an apprentice and ex-serf, and so some may not necessarily be welcoming to you. As long as you remain close to me and remain dutiful, deferential and polite to all, we shouldnât run into any problems. Understand?â
âYes, Milady.â Lachlann confirmed. âAnd thatâs even if the changelings are here, understand?â
âYes, Mi-â he stopped to ask if he had heard her correctly, but before he could they had made it into the hall where the feast was being held, being briefly greeted by the Thane before entering, who couldnât quite seem to meet Rowenaâs eyes, despite towering above her and being donned in ceremonial armour.Â
But the Thane wasnât what Lachlannâs mind was on.Huge tables were set up across the large space, about as large as the inside of a church, with plates and knives carefully set out, as well as enough space to socialise before sitting down to eat. There was a singular table on the raised part of the hall, which stretched across most of the area, that seemed to have the most ornate chairs and tablecloths. Something else caught Lachlannâs eye as they walked into the room. Most of the knives and plates were either wooden or iron, except for three on the far right of the high table, which glistened in the candlelight in an all too familiar manner.
âTheyâre here.â Lachlann said bluntly, Rowena nodding. Her face didnât show any sign of emotion, however, a surprise to Lachlann seeing as she would be eating with the very people who sent someone to kill her. When she heard someone call her name, however, she rolled her eyes.
âAh, Lady Ravenclaw, Iâm so glad you decided to come. And Lachlann! Wonderful to see you again! Luxia, dear, this is who I was telling you about the other day.â Godric laughed, walking over to the two with a woman with dark hair in a red dress by his side, who Lachlann assumed must be Luxia, as well as the Osadas, who both bowed to Rowena and gave a brief nod to Lachlann.
âLord Gryffindor. Lady Thorne.â Rowena said, bowing in return and trying not to grit her teeth, âAnd how wonderful to see Gabriel and Rousalie too. Will the baron be joining us too?â
âYes, though father and mother are with-â
The crowd seemed to be growing quiet and moving away from the door as a group neared it. âThatâs what I was going to mention, âWenaâŚheâs just arrived.â Godric sighed, Luxia looking slightly nervous as she too gazed over at the door.
The man gave the briefest of nods to the Thane, who bowed and smiled as he held the door open for him and his entourage. He had dark hair and a short beard in the same shade, and wore resplendent green robes, lined with a material that looked silver, but most likely wasnât the real thing. What was real, however, was the staff he held in his right hand, that thudded against the stone floor as he walked. His green eyes flitted across the room, Lachlann following them whilst everyone else was seemingly entranced by him. They scanned his seat at the high table, the silver crockery, the many guests, Godric, Rowena, and for the briefest moment he seemed to smirk at Lachlann before completing his venture into the room, the noise returning as both he and the Thane began to socialise, his servants closing the doors to the hall behind them.
âLord Slytherin, I presume?â Lachlann asked aloud. The Osadas had stepped back a little, and Rousalie nodded as if answering the question.
âYes, and thereâs our parents, just there.â She pointed across to the two people at the edge of Salazarâs entourage; both looked to be in their mid thirties with a different form of Regalia compared to those around them, which Lachlann supposed made sense seeing as they were from abroad. âGoodness, a Scottish feast, how exciting. I wonder how it may differ from English onesâŚâ
Gabriel sighed. âWould you stop pointing? Itâs improper and you might attract them over.â
âIs that a bad thing?â Rousalie asked.
âIt might be!â he hissed back, Lachlann feeling slightly awkward. âIf people see us on the opposite side of mother and father-â
But alas, Gabrielâs worst fear came true. Salazar turned and began walking towards them, entourage included. Seemingly knowing that Lachlann would be more than a little concerned by this, Rowena turned around and nodded softly. There wasnât much more to say. Heâd either sink or swim at this point.
He watched as Salazar approached both Rowena and Godric, bowing as well as kissing Rowenaâs hand. He was the only one who saw Godric roll his eyes when that happened. The Thane of Cawdor also bowed, before slipping away to âprepare for the feastâ, as if he had noticed the tension in the air. Lachlann tried to reassure himself. It wasnât like anyone would be wanting to talk to him specifically, after all. He felt far worse for the Osadas, who suddenly found the floor very interesting to look at in the face of their parents.Â
By this point, some of the entourage had left Salazarâs side, leaving just Baron and Baroness Osada, Salazar himself, and two women who looked about Lachlannâs age.
âLord Gryffindor, Lady Thorne, andâŚâ he paused for a moment as he stared at Rowena. âItâs so wonderful to see you again, Lady Ravenclaw. The realm of magic simply hasnât been the same since the last time you graced us with your presence.â
âYouâre much too kind, Lord Slytherin.â Rowena replied stiffly, âReturning to being a full-time witch is something I have been eager to do for quite some time.â
âIndeed, indeedâŚcurious how quickly youâve been able to do so, consideringâŚwell, I thought that you must have offered your services to a noble or king, especially when I heard youâd changed address. But no, youâre still up in the Highlands, correct?â
âCorrect.â Rowena said, bluntly. Godric quickly stepped in before she could say anything else, however.
âYes, itâs a truly lovely spot sheâs chosen, I was over there just recently with the Osadas. They are truly wonderful travelling companions, Baron Osada. They are exceptionally well-behaved and dutiful.â
âIâm so glad you found them that way.â the Baron replied, bowing to Godric. âWe are so grateful for your tutelage of them. What an invaluable endeavour.â
Godric shrugged, smiling. âWell, I cannot take all of the credit, Alas. The idea was LadyÂ
Ravenclawâs, of courseâŚâ
âIndeed it was.â Salazar said, smirking, his eyes once again flitting to look at Lachlann for the briefest of moments, before turning back just as the Thane of Cawdor approached. âAh, it is time for us to take our seats at the high table.â He turned to the rest of the group, with Lachlann, Gabriel and Rousalie all unable to directly make eye contact. âYou all should be escorted to your seats in due time. I donât believe youâve met my own apprentices, from the Kingdom of Francia, no less. Lady Brunhilde of Cologne, and Lady Mathilde of Coventry, allow me to introduce you to the children of Baron and Baroness Osada, andâŚLady Ravenclawâs apprentice. If youâll excuse meâŚâ he said, bowing slightly and walking away, his staff tapping against the castle floor, as if signalling the other guests to make way.
Perhaps, in hindsight, Lachlann should have paid more attention to who else was on the high table. But it now fell to him and the Osadas to greet Salazarâs apprentices. Rousalie, with surprisingly quick speed, got her introduction out of the way very quickly, graciously bowing before taking a step back, even gesturing to Gabriel as if to rub it in. Ignoring her, Gabriel stepped forward, and by instinct Lachlann did too. He forced himself to look away from the ground and up at the two women.
The one Gabriel bowed in front of was the taller of the two, and by a decent degree taller than a lot of others in the hall, including Gabriel, but stopping a few inches short from Lachlannâs height. She wore an elegant deep purple dress in the same style as Salazarâs clothing, her hair a deep orange, masterfully styled, and her face unmoving as Gabriel bowed slightly before her, extending his hand. Lachlann tried his best to copy the motion for the woman before him (thankfully Rowena had taught him for moments like this). Unlike the woman in the purple dress, however, the woman before Lachlann wasnât expressionless at all, and seemed to be making just as many observations as he was. It gave him a modicum of relief.
Judging by the order Lord Slytherin had introduced the two, he assumed that this must be Lady Mathilde of Coventry. She also had incredibly well-styled hair, though hers was blonde, and she was much shorter in height than Lady Brunhilda. Her dress was a similar shade of green to Salazarâs, though perhaps a shade one way or the other, and happened to be adorned with silver linings across the fabric, wrapping around the tightly fitted upper half of the dress, giving her a very sleek look despite the many, many layers that presumably made up the dress. Her green eyes looked down upon him, and he dared to look back up. She remained quiet, but it was clear that she had something on her mind as she looked at the group all the same.
***
Persephone looked between Merula and Matthew for a moment. âSo both your ancestors ended up meeting each other a thousand years ago? Boy, no wonder you two got wrapped up in all of that magical destiny sort of thing.â she chuckled.
Merula rolled her eyes at the interruption. âOh please. Once youâre at the thousand year mark the chances are youâre going to find an awful lot of ancestors wandering about the place. Itâs no surprise that many of ours just so happened to come across each other, itâs just that it got recorded because our ancestors are fairly important people.â she said, proudly.
Mayson sighed. âAw man, that doesnât mean you're technically a Baroness, does it?â
âDonât be ridiculous, Kowalksi.â Merula chuckled. âPossibly. There are several contenders for where the title should be, myself being one of them, though of course I donât mind too much. My fame will come from what I do, not because my ancestors managed to pass a title down the family line.â
Persephone raised an eyebrow. âThat doesnât sound like you, Miss Fourth-Generation-Slytherin. Anyway, when are we getting to this gossip? So far all weâve had is some weird cutlery.â
âAnd the general tension between the founders, umâŚâ Matthew pointed out. âItâs crazy to think we know them now as close friends after hearing they acted like this around each other, trying to one-up each other with their apprentices.â
âWell, weâre getting into it now. You want gossip? Fine.â Merula huffed, flicking through her notes once again. âHmâŚbeing a Baroness would be pretty coolâŚa-anyway⌠â
***
Even now, Lachlann could smell the food being prepared in the castle kitchens, the smell beginning to waft in from the doors. The others didnât seem too bothered by it; perhaps because they had had meals like these all their lives, and so it provided an extra difficulty when it came to socialising like this. Still, he remained determined to represent Lady Ravenclaw in a proper manner. He and Gabriel rose from their bows and watched as Brunhilda and Mathilde both curtseyed in return, the silver that adorned Mathilde catching Lachlannâs eye. He figured this was a result of the changelingâs claim of control over silver only extending to the Isles.
But right now wasnât the time to focus on silver, even if the changelings were here at the feast. Maybe it would come up with Brunhilda and Mathilde, maybe it wouldnât. He knew full well the conversation likely wouldnât be led by him.
The woman Gabriel had bowed before, Lady Brunhilda, spoke first. âHow truly wonderful it is to see you all. It is always a pleasure when you visit from your home kingdom, and I am delighted to hear you will be staying in these Isles on a more regular basis.â she said, the words sounding complimentary, but Lachlann sensed no real emotion behind them.
Gabriel, too, sensed the detachment, but seemingly chose not to comment. âIndeed, Bruna, it truly will be a delight for both myself and my sister.â he said. Bruna seemed to glare at Gabriel with some semblance of annoyance for a moment before quickly returning to her blank mask. Rousalieâs face, meanwhile, briefly glowered with anger at being pulled in before composing herself.
âMy brother speaks truthfully. It is always a varied experience whenever we are invited to a feast anywhere in these Isles. There are simply so many slight differences in the way the many kingdoms do their feasts!â she exclaimed, smiling.
Bruna smiled as well, but it seemed hollow. âI wholeheartedly agree. Itâs much the same in the various provinces in France, wouldnât you agree, Mathilde?â she droned, looking to her companion.
Lachlann turned to look at her, and was surprised to see that sheâd been looking at him. âOh, of course, Bruna, dear.â she said, her face still in that observant expression. âWeâve both been to so many of these feastsâŚâ she said, her eyes now fixed on Lachlann. âBut this is the first time Lady Ravenclaw has come to a feast with an apprentice.â
All eyes in the group were now on Lachlann, Rousalie once again wordlessly gesturing, this time for him. âThatâs correct, milady.â he began, though sensed immediately that itâd take a little more than that. âLachlann Doherty, of Wexford.â
âWexford, did you say?â Mathilde repeated, her eyebrow slightly raised. âIâve not heard of that province. Would it happen to be on the other island?â
âThatâs correct, milady, by the South East Coast.â Lachlann confirmed. âThough, I suppose the accent gives it away too.â he said as well, unsure where that admission had come from.
Mathildeâs mouth formed a small smile, Bruna continuing to watch on without reaction. âYes, it does.â she chuckled. âBut of course, thatâs not why youâve been the subject of a few rumours.â
âRumours, Milady?â
âQuite so,â Bruna interjected, âAbout how despite Lady Ravenclaw devising the idea of apprentice mages, she was the last to acquire one. And while the other sorcerers of her standing took their protĂŠgĂŠs from their close friends who shared the giftâŚshe went all the way to the South of Ăire, only to return withâŚa peasant.â
âA former peasant.â Rousalie pointed out, sparing Lachlann from thinking about making the interruption. âOr do you prefer âserfâ, Lachlann?â
He blinked a couple of times. âEitherâs fine.â he blurted out, clearing his throat before continuing, âItâs not exactly something I can hide about myself, after all.â
Mathilde hummed in response, her fingers tapping together. âFascinating, you seem remarkably frank about your former statusâŚyou consider yourself to be among your peers, now?â
Lachlann shrugged, praying that he understood what sheâd asked properly. âWell, in terms of us all being apprentices, yes. Though Iâm not gonna pretend Iâve had as much experience as any of you, be it in magic or in doing whatever it is we do at feasts.â
Mathilde blinked. Then she smiled. Then she brought her hand to her mouth to stifle a chuckle, which seemed to surprise Gabriel, Rousalie, even the stoic Bruna. âWorry not, I do not blame you for not knowing what it is we do at feasts. After all, sometimes I have similar questions myself at events like these.â The others in the group then took terms politely agreeing with Mathildeâs comments, Lachlannâs eyes being able to glance over at the group preparing to sit at the high table. He saw the Osadas, Godric, Luxia and Rowena on the left side of the Thane, and Salazar and three others on the right. He didnât recognise them at first, but then realised that these were the ones dining with silverware. There were two who looked to be in their late 20s and seemed to be a couple, and a woman that somehow seemed younger but not by much. But before he could examine them any further, people started moving around the hall.
âThe feast is beginning.â Gabriel explained. âWell, technically it already has, but the actual feast portion of the night. You understand.â He confirmed. Lachlann nodded in return as the tables were organised and plates were positioned on top. A servant appeared, gesturing for them to follow, but before he could walk forward, he was stopped by Gabriel. âYouâre doing well, friend, butâŚbe wary around those two. They are fully devoted to Lord Slytherin, and they say that-â but he stopped as Bruna and Mathilde walked past, and he was forced to walk along with them.
They were guided to their tables, and ended up passing by Rowenaâs group as a result. She raised her eyebrows and tilted her head in a way that suggested âDid it go well?â. Lachlann returned the expression in a way that suggested âI think so, at least it has so far.â, aware that there would be conversation during the feast as well as whatever followed it. He tried to calm his nerves, his eyes once again scanning the room. It was during this that he noticed Mathilde and Bruna were talking in hushed voices to Salazar and the three others. The Lord noticed him, but merely smiled, and gestured for the women to rejoin the group before talking with the others on his side of the table, presumably the changelings.
Two others made eye contact with Lachlann from that group. Mathilde, only briefly, and the youngest of the changelings, who gave him a smirk that felt oddly familiar. He sat down with the others, next to Rousalie and opposite Mathilde. The younger Osada also noticed the woman. She had a purple dress, though of a different shade to Bruna, as well as silver linings that absolutely had to be the real thing.
âIâm not sure what family they are, either.â Rousalie whispered, smiling still. âThey certainly seem important, though. Do any of us present have an idea as to their family?â
Gabriel shrugged, as did Bruna and Mathilde, though theirs seemed almost in unison, as if practised. Lachlann wondered if that was something they taught nobles, how to shrug properly. He fought the urge to smile about it. âAh well,â Rousalie continued. âIt doesnât concern us right now.â
Before any more could be said, however, the food was brought out. More meat than Lachlann had ever seen was piled onto the plates, alongside rich-looking bread and more. It was definitely the most amount of food Lachlann had ever had on a plate, dwarfing even what Rowena gave him. He looked around, and everyone else seemed to be waiting to eat, looking at the high table. The Thane stood up and raised his goblet, a wicked grin on his face. âWelcome, esteemed guests! We are honoured to have so many of the nobility in our presence here in the Highlands, and I am sure his Majesty of this fine region would agree. And so, in thanks for his wise leadership allowing this meeting between those of a magical persuasion and those who are otherwise. To His Majesty the King!â
Everyone in the room raised their own drinks, repeating the toast, before the feast properly began. Lachlann picked up his utensils, his eyes still on the high table. Yes, he was very much hungry, but there was simply so much in front of him, he wondered where on earth he was supposed to start. It was then that Mathilde cleared her throat.
âSomething about the Thaneâs speech?â she asked, a small smile present on her face as she spun her fork on her food.
Lachlann shrugged. âI suppose a little. It was odd to see him praising the King so much, since I heard the Thane doesnât like him.â
Mathilde rolled her eyes in a lighthearted way. âOh, but thatâs precisely why. Heâs wanted to try and break from the King for a while now, heâs just got to keep up appearances for a bit until the time is right. But you donât need to worry about all that.â She leant back a little on her seat. âNow, you ought to eat. Your food will get cold.â
He nodded, focusing on the large meal before him. He took a hold of his spoon and started eating what was before him. It wasnât just food that looked rich. It was the most filling thing heâd ever tasted, a single bite or two of the red meat completely wiping away the stomachache. He had some of the bread, hoping it would be slightly less rich, but no such luck. A few minutes in and he already felt full, and heâd only eaten about half of what was on his plate. He tried one more bite, and it felt as if his stomach was fit to burst. He wasnât sure how rude a gesture it was to not eat everything on his plate, and so decided to be very careful about pushing his bowl forward, the food left inside hidden to an extent by the goblets in front of it. But, as fate would have it, this would turn out to be the least of his problems.
At first, he thought it was the richness of the food that was causing him to feel a little unwell. But soon, it became clear that the pain was in more than just his stomach. It was as if it was reaching out across his body. He felt sweaty, his head felt numb, it became very difficult to breathe. Once more, heâd observed everything in the hall. He saw Mathilde, her eyes anywhere but him for some reason, Bruna whom she was talking to, who also seemed to act like he didnât exist all of a sudden. The only one who seemed concerned was Gabriel, who he saw mouth words that he didnât hear. That was when Lachlann realised his hearing had muffled. The world seemed to swirl around him, and his thoughts were on how disappointed Lady Ravenclaw was going to be in him because of whatever this wasâŚat least until he saw the woman in the dress smirking once more. And he knew where heâd seen it. The last time his life was in danger.
âYou.â
Suddenly Lachlann was not in the hall of the Thane of Cawdor, though he heard distorted voices from the feast in the misty air. Instead, he was in a clearing in a dark forest that seemed to be shrinking in on him, the trees covering more and more of the grass. The only other person there stood opposite, looking down upon him.
âMe.â Betwixt chuckled, her eyes now a pale white without irises. âTypical peasantry, always surprised when a changeling they met in armour rocks up in a dress. Itâs so fun watching them wrap their tiny little minds around the ways of the Fae.âÂ
Lachlann scowled as he lay on the ground, trying to regain his composure. â...Shouldâve known. I just thought you would have spent some time sulking after I threw you in that puddle.â
Betwixt rolled their eyes, though without the pupils it was a little hard to see. âPlease. I likely would have sulked a little longer, but when I heard you would be accompanying the thief to this feast, my parents and I agreed that it was simply too good an opportunity to miss.â
Lachlann blinked several times, the mist getting just a little bit thicker. âSo, what? You poisoned my food?â
âDo you never listen?!â Betwixt seethed, dusting down her dress, âWe are royalty! As if we would ever poison someone ourselves. We simply spoke to Lord Slytherin and he agreed to have his specialist handle it. Weâve used the services of his acolytes in the past, after all.â
âRightâŚâ Lachlann sighed, his mind swimming as he tried to get to his feet, though this time it was not from numbness, but from curiosity as to who had poisoned him. As he thought about it longer, the answer became clearer. âAnd killing me does what, other than avenging your soggy clothes?â
Betwixt did not show an outward reaction to that jab. âSimple.â she smirked, her skin becoming purple and her hair going from brown to white, âWithout you, Lady Ravenclaw will once again be unable to operate as a full-time witch. From there, it shall be far easier to reclaim our stolen silver.â
âYou stole the silver first, as far as Iâm concerned.â
âIt was given to us through Fae law, something you clearly know nothing about!â
âYou caught some Lord exaggerating, congratulations, it doesnât give you the right to-â
âWould you be quiet!â She bellowed, running her hands through her hair. âWhen I use Legilimency on those who are dying on my orders, it is not for them to insult me! It is for them to plead for their worthless mortal lives! You are doomed! As we speak, the poison works through your veins, causing so much pain that your mind is obscured by a cold, foul mistâŚuntil of course, death strikes.â she gestured to the forest. âThatâs why you can only hear my voice. I am here, but the fog in your mind prevents you from seeing any more.â
Lachlann blinked. â...but I can see you. Itâs not even all that foggy.â
Betwixt looked like she was about to continue, but stopped in her tracks. âN-No, you canât.â
â...Iâm certain I can.â
âNo you canât! The poison is clouding your mind, you canât see, youâre frozen in place...â
Lachlann took a step forward. âI can see you, andâŚâ he turned his head, noticing a path leading out of the forest, towards what looked like Ravenclaw Tower. âI think I see a way out.â
Betwixt laughed in spite of herself. âNo, no, no!â she said, denying what was happening in front of her as Lachlann started walking forward. âYou canât move! You canât see the trees! You canât see the way out! Thatâs not how this works!â she screeched, stamping her foot on the grassy floor.
âAh, typical nobility.â Lachlann chuckled as he walked past her, âSomething doesnât go your way, and you canât wrap your head around it. Who was the blind one again?âÂ
âStop!â yelled Betwixt, uselessly, âCome back this instant! Youâre doing it wrong, you damn peasant!â
Lachlann simply waved as he walked towards the Tower, the trees thinning along with the fog. It was still cold, and he still felt awful, but his mind was clear. He looked to the sky, and lightning came down over the trees. There was a flash, and the forest was gone. He opened his eyes, scanning the hall yet again. He was lying on the stone floor of the hall, with Rowena on one side and Rousalie on the other, Gabriel squatting nearby as well. All eyes were on him.
âOh, MerlinâŚâ Rowena said, her voice betraying how relieved she was.
âAah! Heâs still alive!â Rousalie exclaimed, backing away in shock.
âYeah, I can see that, Rou,â Gabriel sighed. âHow didâŚâ
âWena, just where did you find this boy?â Godric chuckled, Luxia holding his arm and the Osadas near him, all looking on in surprise.
Lachlann sat himself up, still feeling numb and sweaty. He looked at the high table, at the Thane of Cawdor who seemed at a loss for words, at Salazar who simply glowered at him, at the changelings who were behind all this (and seemed to be having trouble keeping their chosen forms stable). Then he looked at the table heâd fallen from, at Bruna and Mathilde. The former was trying and failing to keep expressionless, her lips parted slightly. The latter was glaring directly at him, held back by Bruna as if she was afraid Mathilde was going to leap over the table to get at him. Lachlann simply smiled.
âA-ApologiesâŚâ he said, grimacing in pain, â...As a former serf, Iâm afraid Iâm ignorant on the proper way to be poisoned.â
***
Merula paused for a moment, yawning. âBlimey, how long have I been goingâŚMatthew, youâve got one of those muggle wrist-clock thingsâŚwhat time is it?â
Matthew checked his watch. âItâsâŚahâŚlate.â He sighed. âPast midnight, if thatâs what youâre wondering.â
âYou canât stop now!â Persephone exclaimed. âWe were just getting to the good stuff! I wanted to know what everyone was going to do next!â
Merula sighed. âYou were the one who wanted us to go to bed in the first place, Palerosine.â
âSparks is right,â Mayson said, âYouâre the best History of Magic teacher Iâve ever had. You actually made itâŚyâknowâŚinteresting! I actually want to learn more for the first time!â
Merula rolled her eyes. âI know youâre playing to my ego, KowalskiâŚbut thatâs exactly how I operate, as Iâm sure Matthew must have told you. Alright, Iâll tell you about the rest of the night. Youâd better get an O on this report, is all Iâll say. The both of you.â she ordered, pointing to Mayson and Persephone.
âOh, I imagine we will, donât worry.â Persephone smiled. âAlsoâŚdid you just call him Matthew?â she asked, pointing to the only Ravenclaw in the room.
âWhat? N-No. Did I? No. Donât be silly.â she said dismissively, fishing through her notes and hiding her blushing face. âAh, here we are, letâsâŚletâs keep going.â she said, quickly looking at Matthew, who smiled back at her. She blushed a little more, before finding what she was looking for. âHere we areâŚLachlann makes his snarky quip, and thenâŚâ
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Bringing Good Tidings, Part 4: Epiphany
Here it is! Sorry for it being so late! This is the final part of a 4-part collab by myself and @endlessly-cursed, featuring characters by her as well as characters from @camillejeaneshphm and @that-scouse-wizard !!
Bringing Good Tidings, Part 4: Epiphany
As Lachlann watched the Krampus snarl at the many guests, he moved in front of his children on instinct, as did Mathilde. The creature had dark grey fur and moved like a goat on its hind legs, though instead of hooves on the front trotters there was a pair of clawed hands. It had two long horns on its head that curled in different ways before tailing off, and on its back was a large red bag. Lachlann could guess what it planned on putting in there. It cackled at the frightened nobles who fled from it until they were shivering in the far end of the hall. That only left Lachlannâs family, Henrietteâs family, Bruna and Betwixt as the last ones not cowering in fear.
âAs alwaysâŚâ Mathilde muttered under her breath, holding out her free hand for the other three children to cling onto, Felix remaining in her other one.
Henriette, figuring that they would know at least something that could help, turned to Betwixt, and was surprised to see an expression of abject fear on their face. They saw her looking at them, and tried desperately to calm themselves. They failed. â...I-I apologiseâŚI thought that I would never have to deal with it againâŚâ
The Krampus snapped its neck to look at the group. âAhh, if it isnât the ickle Sovereign, no mummy or daddy to keep you from me nowâŚand who do I have to thank for that?â
Lachlannâs grip on his wand tightened as Krampus creaked its neck over to scrutinise him. For the briefest of moments, it was as if the last decade or so had never happened, and he was a scared peasant boy with no idea what magical monstrosity stood before him. â...Anything they could do, Betwixt can do. And more, as a matter of fact.â
The Krampusâ eyes, goatlike with long black slits for irises, stared unblinking. âAnd what about you? You, who found himself at just the right place at the right time to inherit an abandoned kingdomâs worth of silver and magic? You are a very lucky peasantâŚbut I think your luck may have run out.â
Lachlann considered looking away from the hungry gaze of the beast, but despite his fear a part of his mind considered the possibility of it striking at his children if he did so. But he couldnât keep staring, couldnât keep looking at his warped reflection within the goat-manâs eyes.
But then he heard voices to his left and right. âWhat on earth are you talking about?â he heard Mathilde say, trying not to let his breath hitch when he heard her take a step forward to stand by his side. âI was there, and I can tell you he did a fair bit more than that. He and Henriette saved countless people from meaningless wars and conflicts. The kingdom was just a bonus, really.â
âIndeed.â said Bruna, who he was even more surprised to hear walk forward, âAnd if his luckâs run out, heâs always got his foolish noble friends to save him, which weâve often had to do anyway.â
Lachlann nodded silently, his face now level with the Krampus, this strange Fae-like barrier even stronger with the three of them standing together. Betwixt, breathing rapidly, turned to Henriette. âWe might be able to get out of thisâŚif we make the Krampus look away, it will have lost, and we can go on the attack.â
Understanding, Henriette directed her attention to the staredown, the Krampus trying and failing to insult Lachlann, with even his children joining in on the conflict. She stifled a smile as they yelled several irish insults that Lachlann must have taught them, even Fèlix was getting in on the act, blowing raspberries at the creature. Henriette marvelled at the Doherty family for a moment before clearing her throat just as the Krampus was beginning to get even more annoyed than it had been previously.
âCease this!â He raved, his goat-eyes still unblinking in spite of his rage. âI will not be bested by a mortal familyâŚespecially not a cursed mortal family!â
Henriette cleared her throat. âYou seem quite keen to criticise us, sir, but Iâd say youâre ripe for criticism too. I assume youâre here on the invitation of a certain changeling advisor?â
The Krampus tapped on the floor with its hooves a few times. âPlease do not distract me, Iâm trying to kidnap these children. Iâll get to yours in a minuteâŚmaybe theyâll be able to continue their playdate on the way back to the Faewyld.â
âThatâs rather what I was getting at. Why do you kidnap children? And why specifically at christmas? I donât remember a Krampus going to Bethlehem after all.â
The goat stuttered for a moment, before bleating in disgust, still not looking away. âBah! Typical! No consideration for how your funny little church took over one of the pagan festivals! All this revelry, and dancing, and flirtatiousness? It did not come from your God or his ministers. It came from us! And now weâre taking what you owe: the children you cannot raise right!â
Though it did not turn, Henriette still felt as if a pair of unblinking eyes were now on her too, just as they were on Lachlann. âItâs funny, there are so many more peasants than you noble types, and yet I end up taking far more of these children. I hear them, you know, bickering and gossiping like their parents, with the same disdain for everyone around them that you all have! So in a way, this is something of a gift for them. They get away from you, and have a chance to live free from your sins!â
Henriette thought for a moment that its eye had darted over to her, but it clearly wasnât enough to break the spell. She felt like looking away, but she didnât need to. She knew the faces that were standing behind her, just as Lachlann knew the faces behind him. Maybe she was afraid of what they might end up like. But with that fear came excitement at seeing them grow. No matter what might come, what mistakes they made or what tragedies befell them, she would be there for them, and she would make sure their lives were theirs to lead. She took a breath, looked the Krampus up and down, and said âForgive me for not taking parenting advice from a creature that looks like a gargoyle done on a budget.â
The Krampus snapped its neck to stare at Henriette, the crack echoing through the hall as it realised that the sound was about more than its bones. Fred placed his hand on her shoulder, looking at her and smiling, before turning to the now nervous beast. âThank you for silencing this prattling beastâs tongue, darling. If he dares to loosen that tongue against our family again, may I relieve him of it?â he asked, brandishing his large sword.
The Krampus scraped across the floor with its hooves nervously. âT-This wasnât my idea, understandâŚi-it was that other fellow, the advisorâŚthey said Oberon himself wanted me to do thisâŚIâm beginning to think they might have been lying.â
âMm, funny that.â Betwixt chuckled, stepping forward too. âBecause now youâre going to listen to the Monarch of the Silver Kingdom. Leave, for these children are protected.â
The Krampus bowed its dark head in defeat. âVery well. I see now that you will not let your children go lightly. Not you with your three,â it bowed to Bruna, ânot yourâŚhowever many there are, itâs hard to count-â at which Henriette had to hold Fred back, âand not your five.â Before anyone could say anything else, there was a puff of black smoke, and the Krampus was gone. In its place were two small white goats, one with a label reading âto Lord Lachlann (Doherty) of Wexfordâ and the other âto Lady Henriette of Wessexâ.
At once, the children all ran forward to pet the goats, giggling amongst themselves as the other nobles moved away from the wall and towards the others. Everyone else seemed to be breathing a sigh of relief, but Henriette and Lachlann then shot a look at each other. âWait a moment,,â Lachlann said, looking at the goats. âDid it sayâŚfive?â
Mathilde chuckled, Henriette realising it before Lachlann when she saw Mathildeâs hand on her stomach. She had thought her dress was less tight than Mathilde usually had it, and what was more, Henriette had suspected the same thing was the case for her too, and felt her own hand move over her stomach. The Lady of Coventry chuckled at her husband. âDonât look like Iâve poisoned you or something. I found out a few days ago, should be due around the Harvest season.â
Sam looked up amongst the gasps and cooing. âWhat does that mean?â
CaitĂlin looked as if she was about to mock him, but stopped. âIt means that Mumâs having another baby!â
âDoes this mean that thereâs going to be another feast?â Simone asked, still smiling.
Felix started fidgeting out of his motherâs hands, clearly already getting jealous of the attention the baby a few inches below him was getting. Lachlann scooped him up and kissed Mathildeâs cheek, a warm and wonderful smile on his face. âOh Tillie, thatâs wonderful news, Iâm soâŚI canât put into words how happy I am.â
âYouâve said that every time.â she replied, smirking as she kissed him back, âBut thank you, dear. And yes, Simone, though a small one.â She looked up at Bruna, hoping to see a look that confirmed she would be there, but the smile on her perfectly poised face carried a sadness with it.
âI wish I could, but I am expected to leave here tomorrow.â Bruna sighed, cupping Mathildeâs cheek in plain view of everyone else. âBut I shall keep you and your lovely children in my thoughts. You too, Lord Doherty.â she said.
Lachlann blinked once or twice, looking out the doors the Krampus had come through, still ajar, at the starry sky outside. It was Henriette, though, who then spoke, her hand intertwined with Fredâs, Betwixt looking at the two goats with the many children. âThen perhaps we ought to spend this night together, in celebration.â she said, looking between the three knowing that they meant far more to each other than most marriages could articulate.
The two women looked at Lachlann, and at the toddler he was holding, and nodded in unison. âIâd love nothing more, my dears.â Bruna said, the sadness still present in her smile, but now with something more hopeful behind it too.
#bringing good tidings#hp founders era#lachlann doherty#henriette of wessex#mathilde of coventry#bruna of cologne#sovereign betwixt#frederick of kent
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Bringing Good Tidings, Part 2: Childermass Goes Awry
Here's my first part of this collab between me and @endlessly-cursed ! Apologies for the slight delay! Continuing from her last post, we rejoin Lachlann and Henriette as strange goings-on begin to threaten the holiday...
(Featuring ocs from @endlessly-cursed , @camillejeaneshphm , and @that-scouse-wizard )
The next few days passed with much merriment from those in attendance, though Lachlann continued to worry about the nagging feeling that he was about to be caught off guard by something. As he mingled with the other guests, he was able to pass off any of his nervous glances as âSerfâs Intuitionâ, which always got a polite laugh from the other guests. But, of course, there was one person he couldnât keep it hidden from. His wife, Mathilde, looked up at him in a way that only someone whoâd studied his entire biology to know how best to poison him could know.
âWhat is it?â she asked at one point late on the 27th of December, the children already in bed by now (if not asleep, at least in their bedroom). âIs it about the Lord of Misrule business in a couple of days? I doubt you of all people would find it too humiliating, you always have been quite good at dismissing any funny looks.â
âItâs not that.â Lachlann said bluntly, shaking his head for a moment before shuffling closer. âAnd itâs not even about who that Lord of Misrule is going to beâŚif anything, I wish that were the explanationâŚâ
âBut itâs not, is it?â Mathilde raised an eyebrow at her husband. âYou donât get nervous when dealing with Betwixt. MoreâŚmildly irritated.â
âCan you blame me? They cursed our bloodline because of what happened back thenâŚand whenever it comes up I try to tell them how I tried to find another way, butâŚâ
Mathilde placed her hand on his shoulder. âYou really can be quite stubborn sometimes. It would take a miracle to get Betwixt to like you, so I suggest moving on. Even theyâve learnt to do that, from what Iâve heard.â
âOh yeah, that Spaniard woman they married. I honestly canât believe they settled down after the strop they pulled when Hen- what?â
Mathilde pointed to the woman standing in the door, who had a friendly smile on her face as if recognising Lachlannâs utter embarrassment. âYou are somewhat right, Lam.â Henriette began, walking forward and sitting down with the other two. âBetwixt never was one for mortal traditionsâŚor monogamy. Still, they took the time they needed, met a nice immortal, and now theyâve got a family. In fact, I hear that Lady Sancha is expecting her 4th child, hence why Betwixt is only coming for one day.â
âOh, how lovely for them!â Mathilde exclaimed, Lachlann detecting no amount of her normal snark. âThe child must be due soon, in that case.â
âQuite soon, I imagine so, yes.â Henriette confirmed. âSeeing them will be a wonderful change from the routine of these feastsâŚnot to mention tomorrow.â
âDonât remind me.â Mathilde chuckled, looking over at the corridor that led to their childrenâs room. âHow do your children deal with it? I think CaitĂlin is just about growing out of being fully terrified by it now, like Sam and Simone are, and Fèlix is still too young to fully understand whatâs happening, bless him.â
Henriette smiled as Mathilde recounted their children. âIâd say itâs the same with us, yes. Itâs always interesting to see who tries to act all tough and unafraid and who still voices their fears. Speaking of, we ought to get our sleep if we want to be ready for the Mass tomorrow. Still, itâs only for one day. How bad could it be?â
Lachlann bit his tongue and refused to comment on how dangerous it was to ask questions like that. âI suppose weâll see. Goodnight, Henriette.â
Henriette made her way back to her room, where her husband Frederick was already sleeping. She didnât blame him, considering how restless the children could get during Childermass. She laid down next to him, shuffling close. As she closed her eyes, she found herself thinking about Lachlann and Mathilde. To say they werenât a traditional couple was something of an understatement, after all, he was a former serf and she was a former assassin whoâd been tasked with killing him. They talked and acted like all the other couples in attendance, of course, but then there were moments when theyâd mention what happened during the Mage Wars, and it was obvious how it had given them such a different perspective. They seemed almost untouchable, seeing as most other nobles were terrified of this new clan, too afraid to try to interfere with their matters. This was where Henrietteâs mind settled as she drifted off: that her role in maintaining a noble family was one thing, but to get one started was an entirely different beast.
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The morning silence was broken by the sounds of bickering from the next room. Lachlann leant forward, gently moving Mathildeâs arm from his side, giving her a brief kiss on the forehead. âIâll handle it, darling.â
Mathilde hummed in relief, trailing her hand down his chest as she settled back in the bed. âBless you, Lam.â she whispered, Lachlann smiling for a moment before getting dressed and heading out into the other room. Inside, he instinctively took a head count of his children. CaitĂlin, the oldest, was currently trying to force Fèlix, still very much an infant, into the arms of Sam, the second oldest. Simone, meanwhile, the second youngest, was seemingly content to watch this play out. Lachlann took a seat next to her, waiting for the others to notice him.
âMorning, Daddy.â Simone said, smiling up at him in that way all siblings do when theyâre the one not in trouble.
âMorning, sweetie. Whatâs all the fuss about?â Lachlann whispered back. Simone simply chuckled and pointed to the others.
âItâll be good for you!â
âI have no clue what Iâm doing!â
âTime to learn, then! Youâre inheriting the Line, after all.â
âLine, Line!â Fèlix laughed, clearly enjoying the rocking motion, before looking up and seeing âDaddy!â
CaitĂlin and Sam looked up and finally noticed their father, both stepping back leaving Fèlix staggering in the middle for a moment before Lachlann caught him, picking him up and holding him.
âAll up and early, I see. Cait, didnât your mother say it was your job today to look after your brother?â
âBut why? If Iâm not inheriting the Line, surely I shouldnât have those responsibilities!â She said, sounding out the longer words in a way that suggested they werenât originally hers.
âBut I donât know how to do all of it!â Sam pleaded.
âNeither do I, but you have to do it anyway.â CaitĂlin said, as if that ended the matter, her face dropping when she saw Lachlannâs expression, which made it very clear that it didnât.
Lachlann cleared his throat. âHere, Sam. Iâd like you to take your brother over to your motherâs room and sheâll get you something to eat. Simone can help you. Can you do that for me?âÂ
Sam thought out the process in his head, before nodding. âYep! I can do that!â Simone looked over and nodded as well.
âExcellent. Now, CaitĂlin, out here please.â Lachlann said, pointing to the balcony overlooking the snow-covered fields. The youngest three Doherty children looked at each other, shrugged, and left the two in the room.Â
They walked over to the balcony, CaitĂlin sighing as she leant against the wall. âIâm the only one who can see over the wall, the others need me to lift them up.â she said, proudly.
Lachlann smiled at her, before looking out over the fields. âCait, whereâd you hear about all this line stuff?â
She shrugged, tracing a pattern in the snow that had fallen onto the very edge of the wall. âDunno. One of the other children at the feasts was talking about how since heâs the oldest and a man he gets to inherit the Line of his family.â
Lachlann nodded, understanding perfectly. âAnd you thought that meant weâd be giving this âLineâ to Sam instead.â
CaitĂlin looked up at him. âWell, arenât you?! You need a strong line to keep the family going, and that means choosing someone suitable. Well, Iâm far more capable at most things than Sam, and I actually want to do it!â
Lachlann shook his head. âCait, you do realise what a Line is, right? Itâs a continued legacy going all the way back through noble families, all the history and betrayal and fighting.â He traced a line in the snow, all along the windowsill. Then, at one end of the line, he put a very tiny dot. âWeâŚdonât really have a Line yet. Your mother and I are the first Dohertys. Thatâs what you and Sam have been bickering about.â
CaitĂlin leant over, staring at the little dot in the snow. â...Thatâs our Line? Thatâs all it is.â
Lachlann nodded. âPretty much, yeah. Not so important now, right?â
She shrugged, leaning back from the wall. âI guess not. Can we get breakfast?â
He smiled, taking his daughter by the hand. âOf course. Come on, letâs go and find the others.â
They left the room only to hear more yelling from the others, though this time it was not bickering.
âMum, Dad! Look! Itâs the Lord of Misrule!â came the yelling.
âOn Childermass?â CaitĂlin asked, confused. Lachlann, however, looked more afraid.Â
âCaitâŚdonât let go of my hand.â
***
For Henriette and Frederick, the morning seemed oddly quiet. Sheâd been expecting more arguments between Juliana and Denefigu. But no, there was nothing. At least not until there was a loud knocking at the door. Frederick shuffled in his sleep, clearly assuming it was one of the kids, but it was far too heavy for that. Henriette moved out of bed and got dressed quickly before opening the door, seeing someone who definitely was not one of her children. They were dressed in an incredibly odd costume, consisting of a large green overcoat, matching stockings, a bright gold and silver-covered shirt, and an olive wreath wrapped around a large jester-like hat. It could only be the Lord of Misrule, and that meantâŚ
âBetwixt?â Henriette asked, surprised, watching them breathing heavily as if they had run all the way here.Â
The Monarch of the Changelings looked up at her, nodding. âA-ApologiesâŚM-Merry Christmas, IâŚI wish I could say Iâm here early for a good reason.â
âIâll say. Itâs Childermass, you know, the day when all the kids are hiding, hoping Herodâs ghost doesnât come back and get them.â Henriette explained.
âYes, thatâs what I mean.â Betwixt said. âBut thatâs Catholic tradition. While that and the Fae sometimes are intertwinedâŚand by that I mean they stole from us and our worshippersâŚ.sometimes there are differences. Childermass is one of them, and it means that we have to go now.â
Henriette nodded, suddenly aware of how deafening the silence was. âExplain, Betwixt. If something has happened to my childrenâŚâ
âYour children will be fine, Iâm sureâŚprovided we hurry and deal with this as quickly as we can and get them back inside before itâs too late.â Betwixt held out their hand to her. âCome on, weâll Apparate.â
Henriette looked back at her husband. âDarling, thereâs a bit of a problem. Get dressed and meet us down there, alright?â Turning to Betwixt, they took their hand. âHowâs life now youâve settled down, then?â
Betwixt couldnât help but smile. âIt doesnât feel like settling down, Iâll tell you that much.â With a loud crack, they were gone, as Frederick prepared to bring certain non-magical elements to the fray.
They arrived outside in the snow, Betwixt taking a moment to adjust their tall hat as they surveyed the frost-covered area. âThere!â they exclaimed, pointing out at a group of children surrounding someone who was wearing identical clothes to Betwixt, albeit with a strange mask covering the face. The two set off through the snow, their path bringing them past the castle gates. As they ran past, Lachlann and CaitĂlin emerged. Lachlann saw Betwixt. Betwixt saw Lachlann. The two slowed as they approached each other.
âDonât tell me you think Iâm responsible for this?â Betwixt asked incredulously.
âI wasnât sure at first. I heard the Lord of Misrule was here on Childermass of all days, and youâre dressed as him, and we all know youâre not exactly a fan of Christian traditions like these.â
âI most certainly am not, thatâs true.â Betwixt said, shrugging. âBut even I am not enough of a fool to mess with the bizarre magicks of the Yuletide season. HoweverâŚit would seem that someone is.â They pointed over at the other Lord of Misrule. The two looked back at each other for a moment, before sharing a brief nod, sprinting towards the False Lord.
Henriette followed closely behind, finding herself next to CaitĂlin. The eldest Doherty looked up at her. âMerry Christmas, Lady Henriette!â
âMerry Christmas, my dear child.â Henriette responded, noticing her children near the Lord. âThough it would seem someone is conspiring to take that merriment away.â
Eventually, they arrived before the False Lord, the children looking very confused as to why there were now two Lords of Misrule. The Fake looked like they were about to say some in-character nonsense to keep the children entranced, but only managed to get out âWell, well, well-â before Lachlann and Henriette blasted them with their wands, Lachlann using a lightning spell and Henriette using an orange and red hex that burned through the air like a flame. The Fake skidded through the snow for a moment before coming to a stop.
Betwixt blinked a few times. âHmm. Iâll have to tone down what I had planned.â they muttered to themselves. âStill, we are in luck. For a second there I thought the real Lord of Misrule was there, andâŚâ they paused, looking around at the children. âBut that couldnât be right, because I am the real Lord of Misrule!â they began, before catching themselves. âApologies. It is still Childermass.â
The Fake slowly got to their feet, their mask having fallen away. Lachlann squinted at the face for a moment before raising a moment. âHang on a secondâŚwerenât you one of the Silver Kingdomâs Royal Advisors?â
The other changelingâs face contorted until the eyes were blank and the skin pale. âI assumed you wouldnât recognise me, seeing as you were so callous with destroying our home. I am indeed Advisor Pridestone, and do excuse me Monarch, but I thought it fitting to try and teach these insipid mortals a lesson.â
Betwixt had their hand in their arms. âOh, god, Pridestone, this does not help matters. Firstly, I have already dealt with enacting revenge on Lord Doherty, which means you donât need to do it, nor do you need to get Lady Henrietteâs family involved too.â
Pridestone sneered at her. âShe worked with those abhorrent sorcerers that sealed our Kingdom, and helped build a school on top of it!â
Henriette simply sighed. âI apologise if my actions displeased you, my good sir. But I find your method of dealing with grievances to be rather heavy-handed and crude. Not to mention unoriginal, seeing as we all heard of the fascinating tale of a Piper in Hamelin who did something rather similar.â
Pridestone floundered for a moment, their blank eyes staring daggers at Henriette. âCrude?! Unoriginal?! How dare a mortal speak to me like that, I-â
They took a step forward, but were repelled by two more volleys from Lachlann and Henriette. Pridestone went flying into the snow, landing headfirst. Before anyone could say another word, the children erupted into a chorus of cheers, crowding Lachlann and Henriette as Pridestone got up and fled the scene. Lachlann found his own children had made their way closest to him.
âDad! That was amazing!â Sam yelled, holding Fèlix in his arms who had taken to yelling âDad! Dad!â over and over. Lachlann picked Fèlix up, nodding at all of his children, watching as Henriette did the same to those that were hers. At this point, a crowd of the other parents were coming out too, Mathilde and Frederick at the very front. But at that moment Lachlannâs eyes were on Betwixt, and their eyes were on the trees of the area, which formed a large forest. Mist seemed to be falling in. Betwixt turned to Lachlann.
âWe played right into their hands.â they said, scowling. âI told you, bad things can happen when certain magical energies mixâŚLetâs just hope it goes away, and we can enjoy the festivities in peaceâŚwell, relative peace.â
CaitĂlin tugged on Lachlannâs arm, grinning, all thoughts of inheritance and family lines forgotten. âThis is the best Childermass ever! Why couldnât we do this every year?â
Lachlann shrugged, ruffling her hair, though he had a nasty feeling that by the end of this they were about to find out why exactly that was.
#bringing good tidings#lachlann doherty#henriette of wessex#mathilde of coventry#frederick of kent#hp founders era#founders' era#sovereign betwixt
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đ for our OT3 or Reyllardo please?
Thanks for the ask, Noe! I couldn't decide in the end, so I did both! Hope you like them!!
#hp founders era#founders' era#lachlann doherty#mathilde of coventry#bruna of cologne#hp golden era#trinity reynolds#rocĂo gallardo#reyllardo#silvercrownlogne
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The Vaulties!
Day 2 - Era That Caused the Most Brainrot
This one simply had to go to the Foundersâ Era, seeing as itâs inspired me to write a multi-chapter story that is sure to be longer than anything else iâve written for my ocs before! I just love how the setting is far-removed from the wizarding world of the future, and yet interactions can be had between eras thanks to these characters showing up in History of Magic lessons!
Characters shown here:
Lachlann Doherty
Sovereign Betwixt
Rowena Ravenclaw (co-owned with @endlessly-cursedâ ) Henriette of Wessex ( @endlessly-cursedâ )
Mathilde of Coventry ( @camillejeaneshphmâ )
âIt really goes to show how important knowing your history is! Itâs also one of my favourite parts of History of Magic, itâs way more interesting than a lot of other portions which sum up to âand then the wizards tricked all the muggles and everyone went home.â So congratulations! Not sure how we can send the Vaultie back a thousand years to them though...â Jane Luther
#hp founders era#the vaulties#lachlann doherty#mathilde of coventry#henriette of wessex#sovereign betwixt#rowena ravenclaw#jane luther
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make me choose meme; @gaygryffindorgal asked apprentinces of gryffindor, hufflepuff, ravenclaw or slytherin?
mathilde belongs to @camillejeaneshphm
eadric belongs to gaygryffindorgal
#founders era#founders of hogwarts#oc: brunhilda of cologne#mathilde coventry#eadric spinebreaker#salazar slytherin#house slytherin#myedit*#mine*#make me choose meme
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guzma's 20 years old! edit; silvercrownlogne + 'fuck off, wilhelm' 'i can tell him to fuck off myself' ft @hphmmatthewluther & @camillejeaneshphm
happy 20 years old to my fav man on the internet! can you believe it's been three years since we started this medieval adventure? i can't, lol
getting to know you has been a blessing and a treat. many nights where i'd have a terrible day, opening our discord and fangirling over our founders ocs was what got me through most things. i know your bday was weeks ago, but i wanted you to have something nevertheless, no matter how silly.
thank you for being an amazing friend, and to more adventures! felicidades, guz, me alegra tenerte en mi vida đ¤đŤśđť
#hp founders era#lachlann doherty#mathilde coventry#oc: brunhilda of cologne#silvercrownlogne#bruna x tillie x lam#mygifset*#mine*
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Bringing Good Tidings, Part One: A Royal Ball
AN: It's here! A thousand times late, but here nevertheless! Tis not the 29th till the sun comes out, lol. This is a collab that Guzma ( @hphmmatthewluther ) and I have created for all of you. Do not worry, this doesn't contain spoilers from neither of our series and can be perfectly read! Enjoy!
Summary: Ten years later after the biggest events on Henriette and Lachlann's lives, the heroes reunite for a royal ball hosted at London.
Word Count: 1.2k
OCs involved: Henriette of Wessex, Frederick of Kent ( @that-scouse-wizard ) Lachlann Doherty ( @hphmmatthewluther ) Mathilde Coventry ( @camillejeaneshphm )
Taglist: let me know if you wish to be added!!
24th of December Â
Henrietteâs estate was chaos.
Servants ran left and right, some chasing the children while the others made sure that Lord Frederick and Lady Henriette would be presentable for their majesties and the horses. Henriette was used to this, although her dear husband was yet to get used to some of the customs. Adjusting her travelling veil and hairstyle, she looked at her husband, who dealt with the rather long sleeves. She chuckled, amused by how uncomfortable he looked in festive gear. She got up from her vanity and adjusted them. Freddie leaned on her touch, kissing her forehead âThank you, my love.â
âNervous?â She asked.
âAbout the king? Not really. But I am anxious about the feast⌠itâs the first time we bring the children with us.â
âI know. I am anxious as well. But weâve worked hard to train them for court. All will be well. Besides, many of Hogwartsâ professors and friends will be there! Our children wonât be the only ones under scrutiny.â She realised what she said and kissed his hand âSorry, my love. Being under scrutiny is not something we ought to enjoy.â
âItâs alright. This is how youâve lived for decades now. Iâd be surprised if you werenât accustomed to it.â
They were about to kiss when a ten-year-old Odalric barged into the room, Juliana in tow.
âMother! Juliana is misbehaving again!â He complained.
âDenegifu and I were merely playing, mother!â She retaliated.
The two of them looked at each other before each of them talked to their children âTell me, Juliana, were you? Misbehaving?â Henriette asked calmly.
âNo! Denegifu and I were playing tug-of-war and she lost. I merely teased her!â
âIs it true, son?â Frederick asked.
âShe wasnât just teasing! She started laughing at her and made her cry!â
Juliana turned to her brother âItâs not my fault that sheâs still a baby!â
Henriette made her daughter look at her âHey! Never say such things about family, Juliana! Despite what you might think of her, she is your sister and will be for the rest of your life, and you ought to love and respect her, alright?â
âFineâŚâ
âIs that all, Odalric?â
âYes, father. I will go dress now.â
As each nanny took the children to their room, both parents sighed. Frederick shook his head âI know that, sometimes, children can be mean, but I worry about Juliana.â
âMe, too. I fear that there is somebody whoâs pitting her against her own sister.â
âLet us hope that it stays a teenage rivalry.â
Lachlann was adding the last touches to his riding gear when an owl arrived. Without even turning, he asked his wife âTillie, love, do you mind getting that for me, please?â
His wife, Mathilde, picked the scroll from the ill-tempered owl and opened the scroll. After a few minutes, she turned to look at her husband âOur contact has no news of Bruna. Still locked at home with the children.â
Both of them fell silent. Ten years had passed since Brunhilda had been married off to her cousin and whisked away for her cruel husbandâs pleasure, and despite following them into a wild goose chase, Bruna herself asked the couple to leave her be for the sake of her children and herself. It pained them both to leave her to Wilhelmâs clutches, but they could do nothing at the moment.
A servant broke the silence by announcing that their children were already dressed and finishing packing. Lam smiled. If something had kept him going, it was his beloved family. They were all each his pride and joy, and despite the fact that at court theyâd be heavily watched by the king, he looked forward showing London to his children.
âYou know,â Mathilde commented âthis is the hottest event in town. Not even a savage like Wilhelm would miss it. Perhaps there is hope for us to see her again before the year ends.â
She was right. The last time they saw her, they had all been in a royal hunt, and Brunhilda had looked pale and tired. Nothing like the energetic and vivacious young woman that they both had loved. She had been left behind in the hut to take care of her daughters while Wilhelm showed off his son in the hunt. Lam could speak for him and his wife when he wondered how come someone like Brunhilda took so much from a monster like him.
The moment the servant announced that they were ready for their journey to London, Lam shook off his thoughts and took Tillieâs hand, putting a brave face to his family for the sake of the holidays.
As they approached the castle, which, for Henriette, was already much familiar, she smiled. Much had happened there over the years. She had finally laid eyes upon her husband, they had shared small moments, married there, and many of their six children had been conceived there. She now may look bigger and older, but she was much happier than she had been when she was merely nineteen.
âShall we?â
âIf we mustâŚâ
âLord Frederick of Kent and Lady Henriette of Wessex!â The herald cried, and they both made their entrance.
They both bowed to the monarchs and each greeted them.
âYour Graces, may I present my children? You may remember my oldest, Odalric. These are Denegifu, Juliana, Akelda, Cuthfelda and Hilda.â Each of the children bowed as Henriette and tutors had taught them and the queen smiled.
âBe welcome, Lady Henriette. We hope that your travels were safe.â
âThey were, Your Graces.â
âLord Lachlann Doherty and his wife, the Lady Mathilde!â
Bowing respectfully, they all moved on to their seats. Henrietteâs, of course, was next to the Queen. The children were taken to another room, as per tradition dictated. Setting onto the seat, they observed from afar how the former serf was now handling gracefully a conversation with His Grace, who seemed intrigued by him. He had certainly come far ever since the infamous feast at the Thane of Cawdorâs castle.
The couple came over to them and curtsied to them both âMy lord. My lady. It is a pleasure to see you here.â
âLikewise, Lady Mathilde. You look well.â
Mathilde nodded âSame to you. I couldnât tell that youâve had six children. You must tell me your secrets.â
âIâd be delighted, my lady.â
âI hope to see you for tomorrowâs feast.â
âChristmastime and your lovely daughterâs birthday, no less. We wouldnât miss it, would we, dear?â
Lachlann nodded.
âIt shall be an interesting soiree, indeed.â
They were a bit right about that.
Henriette and Frederick sat on the edges of their daughterâs bed, who was starting to stir up. She sighed and opened her eyes âGood morning, Mother. Father.â
âGood morning, sweetie.â Frederick smiled.
âHappy birthday!â Henriette smiled.
Akelda beamed weakly âIs it today?â
âWhy, yes!â
Frederick ordered the servants to dress her as Henriette woke up the rest of the children as she reminded âRemember, we are now at court, and we must be on our best behaviour! Keep the naughtiness to a minimum!â She chided.
âYes, Mother!â They all echoed.
As everyone dressed, Akelda was presented with a beautiful cream dress and a brooch with her favourite flower, the magnolia. She beamed and hugged both her parents âThank you. Youâre both very kind.â
âAnything for the birthday girl.â
Lachlann had woken up with a certain queasiness. He felt it. Something was off. He just knew, after his training. Mathilde had said that maybe it was the mulled wine, but he knew better.
As the court danced away, his senses tingled, telling him to be alert.
This had just begun. And he wasnât referring to the party.
#bringing good tidings#hp founders era#founders era#oc: henriette of wessex#frederick of kent#lachlann doherty#mathilde coventry#frediette#silvercrown#collab#mywriting*
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Bringing Good Tidings, Part Three: New Year Upon Ye
A/N: After 80 years, I finally finished the third part! This one's my second fave, and I hope you guys enjoy it. Bon apetit!
Summary: After today's victory, it's time to party! Let's hope that nobody else comes to rue the day.
Word Count: 1.2k
Rating: T
OCs featured: Lachlann Doherty ( @hphmmatthewluther ) Mathilde Coventry ( @camillejeaneshphm ) Frederick of Kent ( @that-scouse-wizard )
Taglist: @catohphm @gaygryffindorgal @magicallymalted
First Part - Second Part - Third Part - Fourth Part
The moment the foe had been vanquished, the king declared that the party must go on, and everybody, feeling relieved, had no trouble whatsoever on carrying on. A dance started, and everyoneâs spirits were over the roof. Henriette smiled, watching her children play tag among them.
Fred appeared behind her, radiating hi usual warmth, kissing her cheek âYou were wonderful out there, my love.â
âIt was mostly Mr. Doherty.â
âNo, it was not.â
She spun around and pecked him âSneak away with me.â
Henriette blinked âNow?â
âYes. Iâve missed you, and we wonât have a moment later. Please?â
âBut we canât leave the children unattended!â
Fred was about to concede when a voice she hadnât heard in a long time reassured them âIâd be happy to watch them for you, my lady.â
The marriage whipped their heads to see a red head that they hadnât seen in ten years âGo,â she insisted âyour children will be in my care. Two hours shall suffice.â
Not taking chances, Fred whisked his wife away to another wing, one reserved for the royal familyâs friends and lovers. The moment they were away from earshot, Freddie kissed Henriette fervently, picking her up âGeirmund!â She gasped, giggling like a silly teenager.
Their laughs were muffled after Fred opened the first door he spotted and closed it behind him, throwing his wife to bed, his shirt already on the floor âYou heard our friend. Weâve got around two hours. Best to make them count.â
Henriette chuckled âShut up and take me already.â
They rolled in the sheets, basking into the beautiful, stolen moment between them.
Brunhilda stood watch of Lady Henrietteâs children, observing the merry scene in front of her, alongside keeping an eye on her own children. She chuckled, seeing how a clumsy little Louis tried to learn to dance from Dayana, who was already as graceful as herself.
However, the moment she saw a familiar blond hair, she froze âCome on, Sissy!â The little girl who greatly resembled her Mathilde cried âBefore Sam spots us!â
Her heart hammered. They were here. She discreetly looked around the ballroom, and spotted Lachlann Doherty chatting with a duke, visibly bored by his hunting habits, perhaps. He looked up, and quickly spotted her. He had gotten taller, had gained muscle, grown his hair and the innocence in his beautiful eyes were gone, now replaced with sage and that fierceness that had beguiled her enough to give herself to him before her wedding. Excusing himself, he approached her, and she bowed âMr. Doherty.â
âBruna,â he marvelled âyou havenât aged a day. You look⌠as beautiful as I remember.â
âYou have turned into a handsome man as well.â
He smiled âIâm glad my new look pleases you.â
She bit her lip âYou always aimed to please.â
âThat I do.â
They stood there, silent and processing the fact that she was here, before his eyes. He cleared his throat, washing away his last memory of her âWhere is your husband? Again solving world hunger by himself?â
She bit a chuckle âUnfortunately, my dear husband has a stomachal issue.â
âAh. How unfortunate.â
âUnfortunate indeed.â
A soft tune started playing, and Lam stretched out his hand âDance with me.â
âWhat about your wife?â
âWe shall greet her afterwards. Sheâs been asking about you.â
She gingerly took his hand and started dancing, as if ten years hadnât gone by. It was a rather intimate tune, and often their hands grazed, their eyes never wavering from the other, as if the world ceased to exist. To finish, he spun her around and gently set her to the floor, their gazes still on one another. She was wearing a beautiful green dress, and her hair was up and visible by her thin veil, which didnât conceal much of her powerful red.
Both clearing their throats, they abandoned the dancefloor and went towards Lady Mathilde, who had a baby Felix in her arms, cooing. Brunaâs heart melted at the sight. She was a formidable mother.
Mathilde looked up and brightened up âBruna, Cherie!â She greeted her warmly, beaming. âLook at you, you donât look a day over five and twenty!â
âYou flatter me, dear.â
Just then, Dayana, Matilda and Louis came running, probably finishing playing tag. They stopped at the sight of their mother and quickly came by her side âLord Lachlann, Lady Mathilde, these are my children; Dayana, Matilda and Louis.â
They all bowed and Mathildeâs gaze rested upon redheaded, little Matilda. Then, she looked at Bruna with fondness in her eyes âAre you the Mathilde I was named after, maâam?â
âIt seems I am.â
âItâs a pleasure to meet my namesake.â
Mathilde beamed and kissed her cheek âAnd I am happy that such a beauty was named after me.â
Matilda smiled bashfully and hid behind her motherâs skirt.
âYou have lovely children, my lady.â Lachlann spoke.
âThank you, my lord, they are my pride and joy.â
Lachlann beckoned his own children to come and introduced his to Bruna âThese are my own; Caitlin, Sam, Simone and Fèlix.â
âIs she the Lady Bruna you always talk about, papa?â
Bruna raised her eyebrows and Lachlann cleared his throat âYes, Caitlin, she is.â He gave her a look and she quickly took the hint.
âAhem, well, we should let our children carry on playing! Dayana, darling, do keep your new friends entertained, and include the Dohertys to your playdate?â
âYay!â Louis cheered âMore friends!â
The eight of them ran off to where Henrietteâs children had been playing. Lachlann and Mathilde shared a look before she offered âIt seems like dinner will be ready soon. Would you like to sit with us and catch up?â
Bruna smiled genuinely âIâd love nothing more. I want to hear all about your adventures!â
Henriette and Frederick were cuddling, relishing on the passionate moment they had just shared. Looking at the direction of the sun, Frederick sighed âWe ought to get going. Dinner shall be ready soon, and weâve been away for a while.â
âAs long as you tell me where did you throw off my stockings again.â
Fred smirked âToo focused on kissing you to remember,â
She playfully shoved him âYouâre terrible!â
Both got dressed hastily and Henriette saw something move within the trees. She frowned.
âMy love? The gong just rang. We have to move now, or else weâll raise a few eyebrows.â
She shook it off âRight.â
They entered the room a few minutes before the monarchs and sighed in relief, sitting right where they had been assigned. She spotted Lady Brunhilda and smiled at her as a thank you, and saw her cozy in the table with Lord Lachlann and Lady Mathilde. She hoped to repay the favour soon.
The monarchs were announced and the usual protocol was made, and all started to dine and converse, talking about this morning. But Henriette had a feeling. Something was about to happen, she was sure. This day was far from over. Somehow, she knew.
Like clockwork, the doors slammed open, and a figure that they didnât expect came to greet them, a malicious smile on its face. She looked at Betwixt, who was as shocked.
âHelloooooo, children! Guess who has misbehaved!â
A noble lady pointed at the monster and cried out âThe Krampus!â Before fainting with shock.
âShit.â Said Fred before readying his weapon.Â
#bringing good tidings#hp founders era#founders era#oc: henriette of wessex#oc: brunhilda of cologne#frederick of kent#lachlann doherty#mathilde coventry#frediette#silvercrown#silvercrownlogne#collab#mywriting*
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BASICS
Name: Dayana of GlasgowÂ
Birthday: 16th of May, 990 ADÂ
Zodiac sign: TaurusÂ
Weight: 70kgÂ
Height: 1.72mÂ
Religion: AtheistÂ
Eye colour: HazelÂ
Hair colour: BlondeÂ
Faceclaim: Vilda Ataveser ( gif credits to @hurremsâ )Â
FAMILYÂ
Mother: Brunhilda of CologneÂ
Her role model in some aspects, theyâre close and Dayana sort of knew who her mother was and was her best defender and supporter. She had founded the school of Hogwarts and was a powerful witch, and Dayana craved to have that power. When she turned twelve, her parentsâ marriage broke and went to live near the Dohertys. Sheâd later be betrothed to the eldest son.Â
Father: Wilhelm of ParisÂ
Wilhelm wasnât the most present father, or the most affectionate, yearning for a son and neglecting Dayana for being a girl and reminding him of Brunhilda, he only cared when showing off and wanting to antagonize her mother, though it never worked out. When he tried to marry her off to a much older man, Dayana, her mother and sister packed everything and left. She never heard of him until his death.Â
Other relatives: Matilda of EssexÂ
Sweet, a bit naive, but ambitious and cunning, Dayana and Matilda were very different, but loved one another nevertheless. They were closer once they moved in with the Dohertys and though Matilda soon married at sixteen Odalric the Red, they remained close.Â
Younger brother: Louis of MontpensierÂ
Dayana and Louis never got along, for he was spoiled for being the only male son and heir to the fortune, and Dayana hated that she wasnât him. He was but a child when they left and never spoke. She wasnât even invited to his own wedding to Aurelia de LeĂłn.Â
Friends: TBDÂ
Significant Other: Samhradhan âSamâ Doherty ( @hphmmatthewlutherâ & @camillejeaneshphmâ )Â
Dayana and Sam met at Hogwarts, and during their second year, they were betrothed to one another. Dayana decided to get to know her future husband, and, along the years, fell in love with one another and lived a happy life.Â
[MORE INFO TBD]Â
PERSONALITY
Overall personality: Cunning, wise, intelligent, hard-working, ambitious and perspicacious, Dayana is a spoiled princess who always gets her way and has a high self-esteem, who is always right and has a mighty presence that can light the whole room. She takes no shit and is a no-bullshit person, but, in the end, like her mother, is soft for those whom she loves, which arenât many.Â
Positive traits: Cunning, wise, intelligent, perspicaciousÂ
Negative traits: Proud, haughty and mightyÂ
Guilty pleasure: NAÂ
HOMETOWN
Dayana, being descended from one of the founders of Hogwarts, lived in the Scottish Highlands and was born on Glasgow (hence her name) and developed a strong Scottish accent alongside her French. She grew up in an Anglo-Saxon estate, though it was destroyed during the conquest of William the Conqueror, given that her father oppossed them.Â
BACKSTORYÂ
Dayana of Glasgow was born on 990 AD of Brunhilda of Cologne and Wilhelm of Paris, who were first cousins. She was their first child, and her birth disappointed her father, who longed for a son.Â
She grew up with everything handed on a silver spoon and had a fairly good childhood when she wasnât reminded of the fact that she was not a son. Two more siblings joined: Matilda and Louis. They all lived fairly well until her twelfth birthday.Â
Her father wanted to marry her off to a much older man, and Bruna wanted to betroth her to her old loveâs son. They argued, and Dayana heard all of it, and the marriage fell apart. Bruna took her and Matilda with her, though couldnât take her son with her due to law and never returned. She continued on her education, now betrothed to the eldest Doherty boy. They fell in love during those six years and continued on the legacy.Â
MISC
Dayana has the gift of oratory and her magnificence helped her to earn the favour of manyÂ
She is strong-minded and dislikes being told what to do or how to behaveÂ
She is her motherâs supporter and helped her hide her relationship with the Doherty marriage with her own.Â
At sixteen, she and Sam were married, and after graduating, they lived together a happy life despite the conflict in the Muggle world.Â
She also can play the cithara and has a lovely singing voiceÂ
She is strikingly tall for her ageÂ
She could speak Latin, Ancient Greek, Old French and SpanishÂ
She was the one to introduce Matilda and OdalricÂ
Her brother continued the family line that would be born as the Dubois family.Â
#founder's era#hp founders era#founder era fankid#dayana of glasgow#oc: brunhilde of cologne#wilhelm of paris#sam doherty#lachlann doherty#mathilde coventry#doherty family#dubois family#character sheet#side character
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hp women appreciation week, day two; favourite women that are not mine
agata della rovere; she's such an interesting and multi-layered and complex woman, I was besotted with her the moment I saw her @potionboy3
gaia alden; I know she remains a mystery but she's my emmie's descendant and i'm also in love with the concept of her and olympia (make them a couple challenge!!!) @cursed-herbalist
verna malinda; the first character of gryff that I met and I fell for. She's brave, tragic, heroic, and like me, one useless lesbian. I love her and she remains in my loml list @gaygryffindorgal
astraea mckenzie; she's beauty, she's grace, she's my baby and bestest girl of the founder's era. I fell in love with her and she remains a fav of this era ⼠@magicallymalted
ava campbell: reading book two of tpr made me fall for ava quickly: reckless, badass, with a strong sense of justice and one of the strongest characters of the saga, ava is a well-developed and written character and i can't wait to dive into her stuff @lifeofkaze
ophelia burke; she's such an interesting character, and the true embodiment of abba's 'money money money'. She's cunning, smart and knows how to play the game, and i can't wait to see the last part of symphony @the-al-chemist
brianna o'rourke; she's an underrated baby, someone i highly relate to and her character alone without her li is so interesting and fun to read! A comfort character of mine @unfortunate-arrow
virginia scott; another underrated b!tch, she's literally what i aspire to be someday, not to mention an instant crush and fav, she deserves to be in this list @slytherindisaster
adelia selwyn; a crush of mine before i came into the fandom (and later inspired me to join it!) Her beauty matches her intellect and she's one of the most all-time iconic women of the era. This legend is worthy to be here @thatravenpuffwitch
siobhan llewellyn; ofc shiv should be here!!! she was another of the inspos to join here and one of the first ocs i interacted, as well as her owners. She's badass, with a soft side, funny and witty, same goes for her owner đ¤ @kc-and-co
odette bellerose; yet another underrated baby, she's literally living my dream: live in marseille in a big ass mansion in late victorian england. she's such a complex and interesting character, she deserves to be here @kathrynalicemc
miriam cairncross; of our brokencross universe, miriam was the first lady i was introduced to and she was an instant fav!! She always shows that she's not just eli's wife and is interesting in her own right. She deserves to be here as well @cursebreakerfarrier
mathilde coventry; a recent one, she's such a badass as well! Poisoning her way through everything and ofc her special relationship with my bruna is one of the best girls out there @camillejeaneshphm
abbi bennett; ofc i had to put my wife here! She's one of the best characters, and alongside roxie, is a fav of mine. I'm forever thankful that you chose her to be ernest's wife đ @mjs-oc-corner
#hpwomenaw#agata della rovere#gaia alden#verna malinda#astraea mckenzie#ava campbell#ophelia burke#brianna oârourke#virginia scott#adelia selwyn#siobhan llewellyn#odette bellerose#miriam cairncross#mathilde coventry#abbi bennett#myedits*#mine*
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