#maybe Garreth?

[thatgirlwithasquid]

Clearly I am holiday obsessed rn 🎄 What do you think the Stranger Things characters favorite holiday songs are?🤔

oooooo fun question!!!

Steve’s is, without a doubt, Last Christmas by Wham! The second I saw this ask it immediately came to mind for him. Nancy angst? Cheesily singing it to Billy despite the fact they’ve been happily together for three years? Take your pick. Either way he belts it out any time it comes on and Dustin HATES IT

Heather and Carol put on an absolute Performance together any time All I Want For Christmas by Mariah Carey comes on. They are personally behind it being blasted nonstop in stores in the run up. Workers hate them, they are having the time of their lives.

Jonathan’s is Rockin’ Around The Christmas Tree by Brenda Lee, partially because it is also Joyce’s favourite. There’s a lot of pressure on both their shoulders looking out for each other and Will, but every year they end up pausing their decorating for the holidays to dance to that together cause they both love it and some of that stress falls away. Sometimes Will even joins in and its just the three of them taking turns to twirl each other in their living room. A Byers Christmas isn’t complete without it.

Chrissy likes Baby It’s Cold Outside. She finds it fun and charming. Eddie diligently sings the other half of her duet whenever it comes on to save Chrissy’s lungs (platonically or romantically idc)

Eddie’s is Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! I cannot articulate why aside from the content has similar vibes to Baby It’s Cold Outside and I think it’d be cute for them to kinda match. They matched each other’s freak, they matched each other’s Christmas energy. All is as it should be.

Jason says that his is something suitably christian like Mary’s Boy Child by Boney M., but it’s actually something poppy like Santa Tell Me by Ariana Grande. He will be teased by his friends when he finally admits it, but it would suspiciously start being played more for him either way.

Argyle’s is Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) by Darlene Love because it’s pretty and chill and vibey and I say so lmao. Idk, I just think he’d like it.

Tommy’s is Santa Baby, but he’s the straight guy who bends the lyrics to be Santa Buddy when he sings it. Depending on how drunk Carol gets, there’s a good chance she’ll yell at him to ‘suck it up and fuck Santa already’

Robin likes Fairytale of New York and makes Steve badly sing it with her. She sings Shane MacGowen’s part and Steve does Kirsty MacColl’s. The drunker they are the more they laugh at getting to insult one another throughout their rendition.

I’m not so sure about Nancy (she’s not exactly my fave so I don’t have a clear idea about anything to do with her 😅). Maybe Happy Xmas (War Is Over)? That just feels like something that would get played in the Wheeler house.

[girl-named-matty]

he 100% texts pick up lines like this

[zyuyea]

Oh, of course.

Cuddlepile.

I think that's enough Puffskein drawing for a lifetime.

Ko-fi

[kaviary-blog]

Horrors of the Scriptorium

Part 2

Part 1 Part 3

Sebastian is a jerk and Katherine isn’t having a good day.

Warnings: ANGST!! Descriptions of pain. Blood. Sebastian needs to get hit. Hurt. Cruciatus curse.

(Lil bit of comfort at the end so the Gauntlets don’t kill me)

A violent flash of red. Screams echoed around the small room.

Nothing but screams rattled the room and the limp body of a girl on the stone floor.

She hadn’t even registered she was screaming until her voice failed. The taste of iron in her mouth. Everything was red and on fire. Each individual nerve ending was screaming.

The stone wall of agonized faces melted away as the small Ravenclaw writhed on the floor.

She didn’t even hear Sebastian’s celebratory cry of having gotten it open. Everything was muddled. Too far away. Too loud. Too close. Too much.

In a faraway part of her mind she registered footsteps walking past her, but she couldn’t be sure. She was too busy drowning in wet concrete.

Far away voices argued. Unintelligible mumbles, only clear enough to know the clear sound of disdain.

Katherine struggled to open her eyes, staying absolutely still was the only way to stay conscious. Though maybe it was better if she let herself slip into the ever calling abyss. The screams were so loud and she wanted it to stop.

When she did finally open her eyes, she was met with the dead gaze of Noctua Gaunt. She flinched away and it sent a new wave of agony and nausea through her body.

“Merlin’s beard. She is still screaming. We outta just gag her.”

“Because you cast the torture curse on her, you unfeeling git”

“It’s not my fault she’s such a wimp. You should be thanking me that now we’re not gonna die in that hole.”

Silence.

Just the sound of rustling papers and broken sobs.

“And once I’ve found something worthwhile we can leave and not have to listen to her pathetic voice anymore.”

Katherine came to enough to hear the tail end of a conversation the two Slytherins were having. Sebastian’s condescending tone carrying through to her bleeding ears.

Curled onto her side, limbs refusing to move. Every thought sent tremors through her. An uphill battle to get onto hands and knees left her puking on the stone floor; stomach acid that burned almost as much as the rest of her.

Grasping at the wall, bloodied fingers refusing to hold on. Weak limbs unable to hold weight. Katherine hit the floor with another wave of sobs.

The most she could do was crawl; a losing battle. Managing to drag herself into the next room where the other two were preparing to leave, she tried to call out but she had screamed her throat raw and there was no noise to be made.

She heard the exit open and close. Now met with a deafening silence.

The only sounds being her pulse and strangled breath. She let herself collapse onto the cold stone floor, a slight reprieve of the burning she felt everywhere.

She distantly heard the wall of agony reappear near her feet as she fell unconscious.

Heavy eyelids opening, the darkness of the scriptorium too bright for her eyes. Squinting and trying to get up. Stiff limbs that still hesitated to support her.

Grabbing onto a nearby table and slowly pulling herself up, she looked back down; trail of blood smeared across the floor from the cursed wall to where she had collapsed.

A groan escaped her desert throat. The noise ripping a vicious cough from her throat. More blood hit the floor as she coughed. Body refusing to stop shaking.

Hobbling up the stairs, legs weak from cuts and the curse that still wracked her body. Every step sending jolts of agony to her nerves.

The logical part of her brain knew that she was in fact not being torn apart piece by piece but the rest of her refused the accept that as truth. She was slowly dying. And she was alone.

Completely and helplessly alone.

That realization sent another wave of sobs and she fell to her knees at the top of the stairs.

Nobody knew. Nobody cared.

Katherine wailed. The emotional agony almost as debilitating as its physical counterpart.

After a while she managed to get her legs to obey her long enough to stand on her own and make her way to the exit. She wanted to burn Salazar’s precious scriptorium to ash. It disgusted her.

She tried to hold her wand but it fell to the floor. Efforts to hold it steady, let alone cast a spell were fruitless. She’d settle with knocking Sebastian on his ass the next time she saw the cocky bastard.

She managed to get herself out of the room without much issue. Though stumbling past a reflective surface had her realizing she looked about as terrible as she felt, if not worse.

Hair everywhere, clothes and face caked in dirt, bleeding from her nose, ears, and mouth. The angry gash on her leg and her missing fingernails. Tears streaked through dirt and blood. Features gaunt, eyes dull and lifeless, lips dry and cracked.

How long had she been down there?

Footsteps. Running footsteps down the stairs. She turned, vision blurring at the movement. A blur of red swiftly approached. Hands grabbed her shoulders.

“Katherine!! Katherine! Can you hear me?”

She blinked and shook her head. Trying to get her vision to line up.

Freckles. Red mop of hair.

“Ga- Garreth?” She could barely speak.

“Thank Merlin!” He wrapped his arms around her, seemingly unbothered about getting his own robes dirty. Pulling back to arms length, he was frazzled. “Where in Godric’s name have you been? It’s been days.” At that he seemed to finally take in her appearance, face paling. “What the hell happened…” His voice was barely above a whisper, anger thinly veiled.

Katherine tried to shake her head. She just wanted to go to bed and try to sleep off the after shocks of the cruciatus curse. Merlin, he had really cast it on her.

“Katherine!” Garreth’s voice shook her from her thoughts and she met his weary gaze. “What happened?” His tone softened as he looked at her. “I was worried sick.”

Oh.

Someone did notice.

Someone did care.

Tears pricked at her eyes and at the sight Garreth pulled her into another hug.

“C’mon. Let’s get you taken care of.” He dipped down, arms around her to keep her steady.

When she continued to stumble, he didn’t miss how she limped on her injured leg. He wasn’t going to press her, she would tell him when she was ready. But he’d be damned if he left her by herself when she was suffering. So he did what any gentleman would do, swept down and lifted her completely off her feet. Holding her fragile body close to his chest.

“I’ve got you, Katherine. You’re safe now.”

And so Katherine let exhaustion take her, knowing that Garreth would protect her until she was free from injury’s grasp.

[emotionalsupporthufflefluff]

fancy friends that you can count on

Ominis Gaunt x GN!Hufflepuff!Reader (MC = Eliza Fig, previous fifth-year transfer student, current seventh-year Gryffindor) part four of the fancy series - [ToC]

Summary: Ominis worries when his friend doesn’t return from their fight and enlists a gathering of friends to help him find them. Reconnaissance is just an added perk. (Switching POV, though the majority of this part is actually in Ominis’s POV)

“Boss!”

“Merlin, Marcus, keep your damned voice down. Yer’ gonna scare all the lil’ beasties ‘round here!”

“Sorry, boss.” This was whispered, and a sigh was heard afterwards.

“Alright, what is it you want Marcus? Did someone steal your sweet roll again?”

“No, boss, nothing like that! Was just wonderin’ what you planned for that hogwash student?”

It was a fair question, you wondered what was going to happen yourself. You remained motionless on the ground, keeping your eyes closed and trying to appear still asleep. A sigh was heard once again from the boss- who really seemed fed up with his entire poaching party, honestly- before he finally answered.

“I don’t have anything planned for the student, and it’s Hogwarts, Marcus.” You could feel the cool press of metal underneath your prone form and felt the ground shake as someone agitated what must be the cage surrounding you. You remain quiet, still pretending to be asleep. “Go fetch Ed for me.”

“Got it, boss!”

Ominis was getting worried. He had waited for you at the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room, wanting to apologize for his outburst. But as a clock nearby rang out the tone for curfew, he realised that you hadn’t been by at all. Where were you?

Poppy rounds the corner, running and trying to hold her shoulderbag down. Something was jiggling around on the inside and she struggled to keep the top closed. She ends up skidding to a stop in front of where Ominis sat, then hesitantly walks closer to him instead of continuing her path through to her common room.

“Ominis? What are you doing here?” She pushes her bag back down as it jumps around, trying to pretend like nothing was happening.

“Waiting for Y/N, have you seen them?” Poppy hums, glancing toward the common room, then back at Ominis.

“Well, the last time I had seen them, they were walking down the path outside. I think they wanted to visit their fwooper friend?” Ominis furrows his brow, letting his head fall to look down toward the ground. That was odd- they had promised not to go back out there without him. They knew how terrified he was of something happening, the forbidden forest was dangerous. “Either way, I must’ve missed them coming back inside. You want me to go fetch them?” She nods her head toward the common room entrance, and Ominis raises his unseeing gaze to face Poppy once more.

“If you could tell them I want to talk, I would appreciate it.”

“Of course, Ominis.” She places a hand on his arm for a brief moment before wrestling her bag back down, knocking on a barrel nearby and disappearing into the Hufflepuff common room. Ominis didn’t know how much time had gone by, but every second seemed to stretch longer and longer. Were they officially avoiding him now? Did they just refuse to come out of their common room to talk to him?

When the barrel finally opened once more, Ominis stood and straightened himself immediately, patting down his robes to look a bit more presentable. It wasn’t Poppy he was expecting to see bound out of the common room, though. As his charm pulsed, he was able to see the expression more clearly on her face, and he immediately took a step toward her. “Y/N? Where are they?”

“They’re not in there, Ominis,” Her voice was quiet, and she chewed her lip. “I searched every inch, even asked their roommates. No one has seen them since this afternoon.”

Ominis felt frozen in place, his mind whirring quickly with questions and answers. Where could they have gone? Would they have done all this to avoid him? No, of course not. They could get mad, but they would never purposefully make people worry for them. If Poppy didn’t know where they were, it was likely no one did. It was curfew and night outside, and they hadn’t been seen anywhere-

“Where- I mean, what-” Ominis shook his head, panic beginning to settle in. “This isn’t like them, is it? They don’t just disappear without telling anyone?”

“This is absolutely not like them,” Poppy agreed, nodding and glancing toward the end of the hall as if waiting for them to appear. “They hate breaking curfew. They always said Black hates muggleborns enough, they didn’t want to give him an excuse to expel them. Hogwarts is all they have.” She laughed, shaking her head again, “They even refused to go to the kitchen after curfew, and that’s just right down the hall!”

“You,” Ominis took another step closer to Poppy, his red charm pulsing quickly on his wand, “You mentioned you had seen them earlier? No one else seen them since then? So you were the last person?”

“They were walking down the path toward the forest, I thought they just wanted to go brush their fwooper friend.”

Ominis chewed his lip, shaking his head. If something had happened to you out there, that meant you were in trouble. And he really didn’t want to think about you being in trouble. “What about- what if you didn’t see them come back, but they did? Where would they go?”

“Ominis, I really don’t think-”

“Where would they go Poppy?” She just sighed in response, slumping her shoulders.

“I don’t know. The library? Maybe go hang out with some friends?”

“Okay, okay, we can work with that. You check the library, I’ll run up to the Gryffindor tower and see if Natty or- or Garreth knows where they are.” His voice falls toward the end of his sentence, shaking his head. Of course, that’s where you went. He chased you away with his inappropriate attitude with your potions project and chased you right into Garreth’s arms.

“Okay,” Poppy mumbled, shaking her head. “But I really think we need to go get Professor Garlick. If they got hurt somewhere out near the forest-”

“If they’re not in the library or Gryffindor tower, then we’re going to the forest. If we can’t find them there, then we can talk to the Professor. But I’m not going to sit and wait around all night for them to show up, which I know is what the Professor will tell us to do. If they’re in danger, we need to go help them.”

“Okay, Ominis. I’m with you. Ask Natty or Garreth if they want to come along, too. We’ll need the help. Oh! And Sebastian!” Ominis chuckled, shaking his head.

“The Slytherin common room is in the opposite direction of the tower-”

“Don’t worry then, I’ll fetch Sebastian. I’ll do that first, I remember him bragging about sneaking into the library after hours anyway. He can help me look through and make sure they’re not there.”

“Okay, fine,” Ominis acquiesced, shaking his head with a small smile. “Fetch my friend from the dungeons and search the library. But be quick about it! If they really are in danger, we’ll need to head out immediately.”

Ominis travelled as quickly as he could toward the Gryffindor tower but was held up halfway through when Peeves materialized through a nearby wall and started singing loudly about how Hogwarts nights were no fun anymore. He ended his made-up song with the promise of a fire burning the school down before he finally floated through a nearby window, sinking through the open air lower toward the ground. Ominis breathed out a sigh of relief before continuing on his way, afraid of how much time he had wasted trying not to get caught.

The fat lady in the painting seemed irritated with him, as he knocked and knocked on the middle of her canvas. “Watch the dress you, hooligan!”

“I can’t see your damned dress!” He finally called out, glaring forward toward the painting he knew was there, though one downfall of his seeing charm meant that he could see her frame and the magic emanating from the canvas, but he couldn’t see what was actually decorating the portrait. He had heard about her enough times, though. She fell quiet from his admission, and he finally moved his hand to the side and started knocking frantically on the frame of the portrait.

“Who is it you’re here to see?”

“Natsai Onai. Or Garreth Weasley. Either one, I just need to speak with them.”

“A Slytherin? After the hours of curfew?”

“Please, it’s very important. Someone could be in danger.”

“Danger you say?” The lady seemed to hum, then fall quiet. He huffed out a breath, keeping himself from stomping his foot like a petulant child. He waited for some other form of an answer, but when he heard nothing he finally gave in.

“Are you going to help me or not? Or do I need to keep knocking incessantly on the frame for someone to come out?” Again, with no response, Ominis was beginning to think the lady was ignoring him now. Just as he was raising a fist to knock again, he heard a click and someone came rushing out of the entrance.

“Ominis?” Natty appeared, quickly closing the portrait behind her. “The fat lady came and found me in my bedroom. She said this was urgent? Are you alright?” The girl seemed hesitant in asking but sounded worried. It made sense, in his opinion. Ominis and Natty never really spoke before until now.

“Have you seen Y/N?”

“What? Wouldn’t you know better than me?”

“Which should probably give you the knowledge of my urgency, then.”

“Oh,” Natty gasped, her shoulders slumping and her arms beginning to cross. “Well, if I’m honest, the last time I had seen them today was at breakfast.” Ominis huffed, crossing his arms as well. “Do you know the last place they were seen?”

“Yes, they were-” Ominis was interrupted as the portrait swung open once more. Ominis raised his wand higher, urging it to pulse once more before finally registering the magical signature as Garreth.

“Hey? The fat lady said that someone out here needed help?”

“Yes,” Natty confirmed, nodding her head, “Ominis is worried about Y/N. Have you seen them?”

“Oh? Yeah. I mean, the last time I saw them was in the transfiguration courtyard.” He looked between Natty and Ominis before taking a few steps forward. “Actually, they kept going on and on about how they needed to meet Ominis, here, in the potions classroom, something about a project. Did they not show up?”

“No, they did show up,” Ominis mumbled, shaking his head. “We had a fight and they said they needed some time alone. Poppy said-” Ominis was cut off once more by the portrait opening again, and he held back an annoyed sigh. Who was it now?

“Eliza Fig?” Natty asked, and Ominis raised his wand higher.

“What?” Ominis asked, his eyebrows drawing together.

“Is everything alright out here?” Eliza spoke and Ominis finally heard her gentle, yet higher-toned voice. He hadn’t heard much from her since the fifth year when she almost had Sebastian convinced to continue his dark arts forays. Ominis wasn’t exactly thrilled to run into her. “The portrait lady came by my room asking about me. She mentioned some sort of student in danger?”

“Oh, perfect,” Natty began, smiling brightly and taking hold of Eliza’s arm. “Just the person we need!”

“Why would we need her?” Ominis asked petulantly, already miffed that Garreth had to be around. Now her?

“Eliza goes on errands for everyone around Hogwarts! She’s the bravest witch I’ve ever come across, even if she only received her magical ability when she was fifteen! If anything, that probably makes her even better than the rest of us, having caught up so quickly!”

“Ominis, you were about to say something about Poppy?” Garreth interrupted kindly, and Ominis felt a jolt of something akin to thankfulness but pushed that way down.

“Right, well Poppy-”

“Wait, is Poppy the one in danger?” Eliza asked quickly, taking a step forward and studying Ominis. “Aren’t you Sebastian’s friend?”

“I’m more than just Sebastian’s friend!” Ominis snapped, glaring at the transfer student. “And no, Poppy is not in danger. But she is the last person who saw where Y/N Y/L/N went, and they haven’t been seen anywhere since. Poppy said she saw them walk down the path toward the forbidden forest- we believe that Y/N went to go see their little fwooper friend. Which is ridiculous because they told me they’d stop going out there alone, everyone knows that the poachers have been getting braver here lately!”

Eliza laughed, a pretty sound that had Ominis gritting his teeth together. “Ah, yes, well. I had to study for our NEWTs. Can’t always be out there chasing them back, you know?” She turned toward Natty as if sharing some inside joke, and Ominis huffed loudly.

“I really don’t care to hear you bragging about your adventures right now, Eliza. My friend could be in trouble.” He didn’t exactly see her face fall, but in the next second her voice was deeper, apologetic.

“No, you’re right. We should go look.”

“We?” Ominis would never admit how his voice squeaked, clearing his throat afterwards. “They’re my friend-”

“They’re our friend,” Garreth added in, and Ominis immediately took away whatever small shred of positive emotions he had felt for the guy. “There’s no way you’re going to come up here and pull the three of us from our common room and not include us in the search.”

“I was only trying to pull the two of you, actually,” Ominis added sulkily, taking a step back. “Do what you must, I guess. But I need to go meet Poppy and Sebastian outside the library. They were checking there just in case Y/N actually came back but didn’t go to their common room.” Ominis turned finally, using his wand to guide his way as he took long strides to get downstairs quicker. The pulsing of his wand indicated that all three of them began to follow Ominis, Eliza and Natty holding hands all the while. After some time Garreth sidled up next to Ominis, irritatingly matching his strides.

“So, what did you two fight about?” Ominis turned his head briefly toward Garreth, though instantly regretted it. Now he would have to answer, and he really didn’t want to talk about this with him of all people.

“Nothing.”

“Seems like something,” Garreth argued, though thankfully lowered his voice. Ominis heard the girls murmuring behind him so he assumed they weren’t paying attention to his current conversation. “Y/N seemed pretty adamant to meet up with you earlier.”

“They sure took their time chatting with you, then, for how ‘adamant’ they were to get to me.” Ominis hadn’t meant for the sentence to come out so childishly, but he couldn’t hold himself back. He finally met the person he’s been wanting for years, and of course, Garreth comes along and steals them away immediately. Garreth was quiet for an abnormally long time before he finally replied.

“I’m not even going to play this game.” Ominis furrowed his brow, turning his head toward his direction once more. “I could go on about how they only ever talked about you, or how they really didn’t seem interested in a word I said, but I doubt you would believe a word of it. So I’ll just tell you exactly what’s happened, and you can draw your own conclusions.” They turned a corner, and while Ominis had no clue where Garreth was going with this, he didn’t interrupt.

“I caught hold of Y/N when I saw them sprinting past in the transfiguration courtyard. I grabbed their wrist to stop them, likely the only way I could’ve stopped them. I wanted to know their opinion on different potions ingredients since they seem to get a pretty good grades in the class. I specifically wanted to know which ones were volatile, and which would cause the biggest explosions. I’m working on this project, actually. I got the idea from this Chinese traveller I met outside of Hogsmeade, actually, they mentioned-” He huffed, shaking his head and causing his red curls to bounce around, “No, scratch that, you don’t care about that. Anyway- so I was asking them and they seemed pretty amused by my questions, but obliged and told me what I needed to know. But during the entire conversation, they kept trying to pull away and mentioned you. Over and over, Ominis, they kept saying you were waiting for them in the potions classroom and they didn’t want to keep you waiting. It was my fault, not theirs.

“Then, my aunt walked by. She caught me holding onto Y/N’s wrist and discerned the wrong impression. Probably thought we were holding hands or something, and started this long tirade about how we were only just students and how NEWTs are coming up and we should be focusing on our test scores and-” He huffed out a breath, and Ominis could tell from his pulsing charm that Garreth was walking sideways, likely looking directly into Ominis’s face. “I kept telling my aunt she had the wrong idea, and Y/N kept mentioning you and the project that they were late for. So, if you’re upset because you heard some sort of rumour, then I can tell you personally it’s all false. What my aunt had seen, she just misunderstood. I was kinda grateful for it at the time, honestly, ‘cause if she knew the real reason I was talking to Y/N then I would’ve gotten a lot more than just a few stern words.”

Ominis let this sink in, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. When he didn’t answer quickly enough for Garreth, the ginger kept on babbling, saying even more ridiculous notions. “Anyway, the idea of Y/N being at all interested in me is laughable, if anything. Everyone in our grade- Godric, even everyone in Hogwarts knows that they have had the biggest crush on you since we were all kids.” Garreth laughed out loud as Ominis’ chest clenched, turning a horrified expression toward him. “The way they always stared at you, it was as if you personally hung the moon. I think we were all surprised when you two finally started talking. I know I was.” Garreth’s laugh was grating on Ominis’ nerves, and he huffed out a sigh, shaking his head.

“You had me going for a minute there. Almost thought you were telling the truth.”

“I am though?” Garreth sounded confused, and Ominis just shook his head as they went down even more stairs. “I didn’t lie about a single thing.”

“Catching Y/N by the wrist, sure. But saying they’ve liked me since we were kids- that’s ridiculous. They didn’t even know I existed.” Garreth laughed loudly, stopping in the middle of the hall. For some reason, Ominis stopped as well, waiting on the boy.

“Ominis, let me help you out here. You may be blind, but I’m certainly not. I think I know what I’ve seen. It’s every class Ominis. Every class, every year, every day. Y/N only ever stared at you.”

“What’s going on?” Natty asked politely, arm in arm with Eliza. It was silent for a moment as Ominis tried to process this information. Surely if his crush had been staring at him for so long- no, they couldn’t have. Sebastian would’ve mentioned it at some point? “Are we talking about Y/N still? Garreth, I thought it was just an unspoken rule that we didn’t tell Ominis how Y/N stared at him constantly?”

“You too?” He asked, shifting uncomfortably.

“Everyone noticed it Ominis, really. You would have to be literally blind to not notice it.”

“Natty,” Garreth admonished, reaching out to hit her elbow. The girl retaliated a lot harder than Garreth had originally hit, causing the boy to hiss in pain and rub his shoulder.

“No, if we’re saying this then he’s going to believe it. Ominis, Y/N never stopped staring at you. You can ask literally any person. There’s no reason for you to disbelieve us just because we’re Gryffindors.”

“It’s not because of your house colours that I find this hard to believe, Natsai.” Ominis shook his head, turning and continuing his way down the hall. There was no way he was going to continue this conversation with them. Not when you could be out there somewhere, hurt or in danger. He could hear the mumbling of the three Gryffindors behind him as he walked but kept his attention forward.

By the time they all made it to the library, Poppy and Sebastian were just climbing the stairs out of the room. Poppy ran over to Ominis, taking his sleeve and pulling on him. Sebastian was slower, obviously eyeing the trio that Ominis had arrived with.

“We couldn’t find them in the library at all, and Sebastian said he hasn’t been around Y/N all day. Ominis I’m getting really worried.”

“Interesting company you keep nowadays, Ominis.” Sebastian’s tone was careful, and Ominis sighed, reaching over to place a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Don’t mind them. They refused to leave once they found out Y/N was missing. They want to help look for them, and honestly, if we’re to search the forbidden forest then maybe we’ll need the help.” Ominis could feel Sebastian lean in close, his voice a breath against his ear.

“And you asked for Eliza’s help?”

“The merlin-forsaken Gryffindor portrait went through and asked after Natty and Garreth for me. But she heard the word ‘danger’ and felt the hero of our fifth year needed to hear of the news too.”

“Eliza!” Poppy was surprised to see her, leaving Ominis’s side and rushing over to hug her. Eliza returned the hug immediately, and Ominis could no longer feel the urge to be surprised. Was this reckless Gryffindor friends with every person in their immediate friend group? “Oh, this is just great! If poachers really did get them, you can help rescue them!”

“Why does everyone keep insisting on involving Eliza?” Ominis finally called out angrily, turning to face the rest of their group. He could sense Poppy's startle from his tone, immediately falling back a few steps.

“Because she’s the best of us, Ominis?” Garreth answered as if this was a question, taking a step toward the centre of their makeshift circle. “Why do you have such a problem with her?”

Silence fell around the group, but Ominis refused to answer. He had told Sebastian that he forgave him for his fruitless search into the dark arts, so long as the boy never did it again. Having been forced to cast an unforgivable curse was one thing, after willingly pestering Ominis about the scriptorium for an entire semester. However, Eliza kept pushing, urging Sebastian with pleas for knowledge and tempting him with a cure for his sister. Ominis had thankfully been able to talk him out of the whole venture before he wandered too far. Sebastian ended up dropping Eliza as a friend afterwards, so neither boy knew just how far Eliza had ended up venturing into dark magic. She had mentioned wanting to learn the other unforgivables.

When no answer was forthcoming- half of the group knowing what had happened yet refusing to speak- Poppy finally stepped forward between Ominis and Eliza and spoke up. “Regardless, Y/N is still missing. I think anyone willing to help will be beneficial. Don’t you, Ominis?”

“Of course,” He answers roughly, clearing his throat and turning his body to face Sebastian more. “So let’s get moving. Lead us to their meet-up spot.” Poppy nodded, stepping forward to lead the way. Ominis and Sebastian were behind her, the rest of the group following behind. He could hear Garreth mumbling a question to one of the others behind him.

“What does he mean, ‘meet-up spot’?”

“Y/N has a little fwooper friend, I heard them mention. I think the ‘meet-up spot’ is where they go near the forbidden forest to find their fwooper.” Natty answers, trying to keep her voice down as they roam the halls.

“‘Little fwooper friend’? That’s a mouthful, does the little bugger have a name?”

“Not that I know of.”

“They befriended a fwooper?” Eliza asks, and Ominis could hear the intrigue in her voice. “How unconventional. I wonder if they’d let me meet it. I’ve been so curious about their songs.”

“The ones known to drive people mad?” Garreth’s voice is incredulous, and Ominis has to hold back a sneer from the entire conversation. “Why would you be curious about that?”

“Well if they’re known to drive people mad, they must sound unique, no?”

“Regardless,” Sebastian calls out loudly, and Ominis detects Poppy jump from the loud noise. His friend turns to the three Gryffindors behind him, “I think we have more important things to worry about.”

The group, admonished, finally fall silent. Six students of Hogwarts walk out of the castle’s safe doors, making their way through the darkness to the one place they were forbidden from going. Ominis knew even if the rest of them had refused, he’d be making his way this way anyway. Anything, anything at all, to find you.

[lara-kaminari]

How do you think the HL boys will react seeing a Metamorphmagus mc. Like Nymphadora Tonks, MC is able to change her hair color depending on her mood or something? Or everytime they see her she has changed her hair color of sorts.

I imagine curiosity would be piqued in each of their peers, but why answer it when I can describe it (?).

For practical purposes and under my humble knowledge on this subject, the abilities of the Metamorphmagus vary according to its bearer and each mage usually has its limitations when transforming.

HL guys reacting to MC Metamorphmagus:

(Sebastian Sallow - Ominis Gaunt - Amit Thakkar - Garreth Weasley - Leander Prewett)

Sebastian Sallow:

- He wouldn't even imagine it.

-One day Sebastian is bored from studying so much, you're standing next to him concentrating on your book and he decides to tickle your nose with his quill.

-"Sebastian!" you complain with a laugh.

-"Much better, nothing like hearing your laughter to lift my spirits".

-So you laugh slightly embarrassed, pray that your cheeks don't turn pink and it works....

-Except your hair is the one that turns pink.

- "AAAAAAAH!"

- "WHAT? What's wrong? What?"

- "Your hair! It's pink!"

-You gasp and basically pat your head as if that makes the color go away, a little calm in your heart gets it back to its original color.

-When you look at Sebastian he's like crazy looking for something in his book.

-"Wait, wait, I read about this in one of my books... Here! It's dragon pox!"

- "It's not dragon pox, you moron, I'm a Metamorphmagus!"

-You cover your face with your hands, this is terrible. It was bad enough being born a freak and now the only guy you're comfortable with knows you're a freak from head to toe.

- "I guess that makes more sense," Sebastian muttered.

-You don't want to look him in the eye yet, it's too embarrassing, but when you dare to peek at him through your fingers you notice that the boy's cheeks are almost the same pink as your hair was.

- "I... I think it's fascinating," Sebastian murmurs. "I think you're fascinating."

Ominis Gaunt:

-You had never considered telling Ominis about your changing abilities, Sebastian knew about it long ago but you didn't think to comment to the blind boy that you can change when he doesn't even want to see you.

-Unless...

- "Hey Ominis, would you mind touching my face?" you asked.

- "Excuse me?"

- "It's just... Sebastian told me that you do that when you want to get to know the other person more, I think we're already confident enough to take that step."

- "You... You want me to do that? I thought it would be inappropriate".

- "Oh, come on, it'll just be a harmless touch."

-He agrees and you hold back your laughter at what you have planned.

-Ominis is too polite, he clears his throat several times before raising his hands to you and when he does.... He finds himself with a pig's nose.

-Ominis immediately pulls his hands away.

- "Is something wrong?" you ask with feigned innocence.

- "Nothing, nothing; just... let me-....."

-Ominis touches your nose again, which now has a normal shape, his hands continue their tour until he suddenly encounters a huge duck's beak.

- "WHAT?", Ominis touches your now normal mouth again and you giggle.

-He doesn't give up, he handles you like putty in his hands. The next phase is your eyebrows which in an instant you turn into mounds of thick hair.

-"Okay, what's going on?" he questioned.

-You let out a loud laugh and confess your secret to him, Ominis seems impressed.

- "Unsettling," he admitted, "Can you change what you want about yourself?"

- "I have small limitations."

- "But still... Can I feel your real face?"

-Without hesitation you let him.

Garreth Weasley:

-No matter how many times you tell him: HE STILL FORGETS IT.

-It's always a novelty for Garreth to see you change.

-It's in potions class when you decide to play with his bad memory a bit.

-"Okay, try this," Garreth said, holding out a vial.

- "What is it?"

- "Just some experimentation nonsense."

- "Is it safe?"

-"Come on, it's not the first time you've tried one of my concoctions.... No, I don't know if it's safe; isn't that the fun of it?"

-You fake a little fear and carefully drink the potion, most of Garreth's experiments are harmless because they go nowhere so you're going to take advantage of it.

-You wince, hold your stomach and duck your head.

- "Are you okay? What's wrong? Professor Sharp! Help!"

-You raise your head, and Garreth lets out an all-too-sharp cry when he sees you with housecat features.

-Everyone is looking at them, but you're too busy laughing as you return your face to normal.

-"Have you lost your mind?" replied Garreth.

- "Grounded you two!" said Professor Sharp.

-At least Garreth wouldn't forget your abilities for a while.

Amit Thakkar:

- You have become an object of study since Amit learned that you are a shape-shifter.

-You are lying on the floor of the astronomy tower and Amit keeps giving you directions.

- "Make your hair longer."

- "Longer?" you reply.

- "Remember this is for science."

-You heed his instructions, Amit takes the opportunity to leave little gold buttons in specific parts of your hair.

-"If this is Altair, then this must be Swan.... No no, I have to put the map back together again."

-He is... Putting constellations in your hair?

-It's not the most useful or eye-catching function.

-However, listening to him create star maps relaxes you.

- "Can you make your hair bluer?"

- "Sure, Amit, sure."

Leander Prewett:

- "Okay, try this."

-He and you were in the Great Dining Room enjoying some Bertie Bott Dragees, you pop one of the candies into your mouth without questioning it too much and the spicy flavor invades your taste buds.

- "It's spicy! It's spicy!" you complain.

-In the process of blowing and desperately drinking a glass of water, your hair turns a very bright red.

-Leander says nothing, just smiles.

-"Now try this one," he says.

-"If you're going to give me another spicy one..."

- "I promise I won't, try it."

-The next flavor is sweet, you recognize it right away.

-"Green apple?" you ask.

-He smiles, seeing the color of your hair changing to that color and how you still don't realize it.

- "Right on target," he says.

-You find it strange how Leander looks at you so tenderly but you don't question why, maybe it's all in your head.

-Literally.

[callmehopeless]

If any of you wanted any more reason to love AMOPR Garreth Weasley: I modeled how I think of him after Tristan Thorne from Stardust

If any of you wanted any reason to love AMOPR Sebastian Sallow: I modeled how I think of him after Jim Hawkins from Treasure Planet

If any of you wanted any reason to love AMOPR reader: I modeled how I think of her after Elizabeth Swan from Pirates of the Caribbean

I am not accepting questions at this time

[metal-mouse]

How do you think the boys would react upon hearing that Leander got so frustrated with MC turning him down (yet again) and cast the eat slugs curse at her?

My opinions for this definitely change with my mood, and I'm absolutely projecting on MC here. I put Ominis, Sebastian, and Garreth and kept it p gender neutral

i rant forever so it's under the cut

Ominis:

His initial reaction to hearing about the whole incident was to make sure MC was okay. Eat Slugs does go away after awhile, but it's uncomfortable, and Ominis also can't stand that sort of incel behaviour tbh.

He's mad and wants to defend them, but he trusts MC to do what they need to and he will be there for whatever they choose to do.

if Ominis was present at the time of the hex he would prevent MC from maiming and/or killing Leander. MC can beat him up and hospitalize him, but NO cut off limbs and no murder!

Ominis would show up to the hospital wing with a package of the best-selling fudge from Honeydukes to visit Leander while he lay in his recovery bed from the absolute shit-kicking that MC gave him.

Like, MC would not stand for that disrespect and MC is the superior duelist and would pulverize his ass even though they're burping up slugs.

Leander would be so surprised to see him as Ominis sat down beside the bed and opened up the box of fudge.

Ominis would ask how he's feeling, before taking a bite out of the fudge and setting it back in the box.

Leander tells him he's still in pain, MC really kicked his ass.

Ominis offers his most insincere condolences and picks up another piece of fudge and takes a bite out of it before putting it back.

Nurse Blainey comes by, Ominis offers her a piece of fudge. She takes one and leaves.

Not once does he offer Leander a piece of fudge, he just keeps taking bites out of individual pieces and putting them back until he's taken a bite out of all of them while making barbed quips to Leander.

Ominis genuinely just showed up to gloat over Leander's pain, eat some of his favourite fudge in his face, and then leave to rub some salt in the wound.

It works, with Leander genuinely upset at being insulted and the fudge being thrown out.

Honestly it's very sexy of Ominis to kick a man while he's down.

Sebastian:

Sebastian would want to immediately track down Leander and throw him off the Astronomy tower he's killed once what does one more body really mean?

Despite his blood boiling furiously, Sebastian goes to find MC and make sure they're alright first.

It surprises MC who was certain Leander was a dead man walking.

He stays with them while the hex runs its course, and then when MC finally stops throwing up slugs he returns them safely to their common room and goes on the hunt.

Leander, unfortunately, had good enough sense to anticipate Sebastian. He's made a point to remain in well-populated areas, in his common room, or the professors were keeping him quite busy in detention for hexing MC.

So, Sebastian plays Madame Scribner like a fucking fiddle and earns his way into detention himself.

This risk ends up working out, when Leander and Sebastian are assigned to clean the trophy room together.

Leander shakes in his boots the entire time, anticipating Sebastian's inevitable murder attempt.

It's the longest 2 hours of his life. Sebastian just keeps staring at him, but since Mr. Moon sticks around there's nothing he can do.

Their detention ends, and just as Moon leaves Sebastian slams Leander against the wall with his wand at Leander's throat.

He threatens Leander, letting him know that if he so much as looks at MC from now on he'll have to answer to Sebastian.

Sebastian promised MC he wouldn't physically harm Leander, who just wanted to put the entire event behind them. Deep down

Sebastian knew that MC could defend themselves, but he liked being protective of them.

and then like 3 weeks later MC is paired with Leander for a class project and Leander has a crisis over it lmao

Garreth:

He'd just beat the shit out of Leander. Like, with his fists.

Garreth's got siblings, the man can throw a punch (source: i have sibling).

Garreth's a really sweet guy, but even warm and friendly people can reach their limit. Garreth's limit just so happens to be MC getting hurt in some sort of way.

He's unbelievably pissed that it was his friend and fellow Gryffindor who happened to cast the hex - and for Leander to have cast it because he was rejected by someone who had repeatedly told him they weren't interested? Mmmmmmm no thank you sir.

Garreth doesn't make Leander wait for anything, he doesn't toy with him, he just kicks the hell out of him and tells him to smarten up.

It's a short and sweet way of dealing with it, and honestly very on brand for both stereotypical boys and Gryffindors.

Quick, easy, and done. Leander ends up apologizing to MC and swears he won't bother them like that anymore.

He seems genuinely remorseful, but MC does avoid him for quite a long time. If he wants to prove himself, he's got to do it slowly.

Leander absolutely learned his lesson.

Garreth can hit really hard.

MC doesn't really mind Garreth's reaction, in fact they find it pretty amusing to find Leander with a black eye the next day.

[ashisgreedy]

Hope y'all are interested in Garreth x Male!MC cuz that's what I'm currently working on lol

[writing-intheundercroft]

finished a chapter draft that took an excruciatingly long time to write and now I want to write something fun, short, maybeeee smutty

and maybe, possibly will work off requests (if people send them to me hehe)

[dat-silvers-girl]

Siyana Devonshire - HPHL OC - Hufflepuff

"For the love of every god I worship, dear... Please eat something." - Siyana, to literally everyone especially Sebastian because sweetie stop reading Slytherin's book for five minutes and GO EAT LUNCH

XXX

Full Name: Siyana Vaishnavi Devonshire

Nicknames: Chandini, Little Fairy

Age: 16

Birthdate: 9th October 1874

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Gender: Female

Nationality/Ethnicity: British/Indian

Blood Status: Muggle-born

House: Hufflepuff

[cuffmeinblack]

Am I gonna have to write a stupid modern AU Garreth smut fic.

[shadowtriovibes]

Hear me out. What if Jackdaw possessed a boy that he thinks looks close enough to him. Like Garreth.

i keep insisting i’m not an angst queen and then you guys keep giving me ideas that make me want to inflict emotional damage on myself and others

[justbecausethingsblog]

I need a cute British boy to whisper sweet nothings and comforting things in my ear because I am losing my GD mind…

[coralie-silverthorn]

Not to be like... ThUrsTY but I am gd...

P A R C H E D

My thirst needs quenching