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[agentsketchbook]

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[sailtomarina]

A Mother Always Knows

🌟 Fred/Hermione | Rated T | Fluff and humor | WC 1956

The owl arrived that morning while they took their breakfast. Fred watched as delight stole over his mum’s entire body–face lifting and stretching into a grin, back visibly straightening, and hands trembling with excitement.

“What is it, Mum?”

There was nobody else in the kitchen to witness the scene, another boon in his favour. George still hadn’t returned from Angie’s, both of them taking their time enjoying time off from the joke shop. Fred would have been with Hermione, too, were she not called off on one of her work emergencies. Dad was outside in the garden.

“Andromeda and the girls want to try on the new spring selection at Madam Maulkins! There’s also apparently a beauty demonstration at Perfectly Pansy. They���re even offering in-person makeovers.”

This was it. The chance he’d been waiting for.

“You should probably get ready. I’ll let Dad know where you’ve gone. When do you think you’ll be back?” he asked as nonchalantly as possible.

“I dare say I’ll be out for most of the day. The girls always want to grab a bite at the end.”

He had to suppress a giggle at the observation that, while accurate, was especially true given that Fred had requested they take as much of his mother’s time as possible.

“Give them my love, would you?”

“You are such a darling! Of course.” Pressing a tender kiss to his forehead, she rushed off.

Fred waited for the woosh of the Floo–nursing the last bit of tea, then washing up–before heading outside to find his dad.

He’d never met anyone more passionate, aside from Neville, about the Burrow’s gardens and orchards. Together with Mum, they ensured that the family never went hungry, no matter how tight the purse strings became. That was in the past, though. Ever since the change within the Ministry, his dad had received one promotion after another, all of his diligence finally recognised.

“Dad!” he called.

Silence.

The garden shed came into sight as he walked around the corner. Not the workshop, which was once a garden shed and had long ago been converted into his dad’s personal space for tinkering on his many projects, but the actual garden shed that housed supplies, tools, and seedlings. 

Based on the wheel barrow parked just outside the door, from which a warning sign hung, Fred made sure to snag a set of earmuffs sitting on the window sill before entering.

His dad stood at the centre table surrounded by pots of all sizes, elbow deep in one as he transferred a juvenile Mandrake that was clearly screaming at the top of its lungs.

Ugly buggers. Fred grinned, remembering how he and George had tested Bubotuber paste on the pimpled plants. They’d been assigned detention with Hagrid for a month when Sprout had found out.

Reformed in his adulthood, he jumped in to help his dad transfer the rest of the Mandrakes into larger containers.

“Thanks, son.”

“Welcome, Dad.”

But, Arthur Weasley knew better than to expect assistance from his most mischievous son for nothing. “Did you need something?”

Feeling sheepish, Fred nonetheless set his plan into motion. “Mum’s out for the day to shop with her girlfriends, and I was hoping you’d have time to take a trip to Gringotts.”

His dad’s eyebrows jumped, his curiosity obviously peaked. Fred hurried on to explain.

“You know how Mum is about secrets; she can’t keep one if it has anything to do with...” He paused, struggling to word things better so he didn’t sound like such an ungrateful son.

“Go on.” Humor twinkled in Dad’s eyes, and Fred remembered that this was a man who’d known Molly Weasley for more years than any of had and his siblings had been alive.

“I’m ready to take the next step with Hermione.”

There. He’d said it.

It felt like there was something stuck in his throat, and he swallowed in an attempt to rid himself of the uncomfortable sensation. When that didn’t help, he tugged at his collar, wishing he’d chosen to have this conversation outside where it was a bit cooler.

He needn’t have worried.

His entire body jolted forward at the force of his father’s slap to his back. The man wore a smile wide enough to nearly split his face in half.

“Congratulations, son. Let me get changed, and we’ll head out.”

The entire affair was more straightforward than Fred could have hoped for.

He wasn’t a stranger to the wizarding bank, dealing with the goblins regularly enough both for his personal account and Wizard Wheezes, but somehow Fred was still surprised at how quickly they arrived at the Weasley vault.

His father knew exactly where to go, leading them over to a wooden cabinet along the back wall.

“Take your time. Let me know if you have any questions.” He squeezed Fred’s shoulder, then wandered off towards a filing cabinet on the opposite side of the room.

Holding his breath, he hooked his thumbs beneath the lid to pull it open. This wasn’t Fred’s first time to look in at their family heirlooms, but now that he did so with intention, he saw everything in a new light.

A decent selection of jewelry met his eyes, the cumulation of generations of Weasleys. A snort escaped him as he noted the prominence of rubies over any other gem. Their family name went hand-in-hand with red, but it felt too obvious, and that was even before considering Hermione’s own inescapable association with her Hogwarts house years after graduation.

No rubies. No diamonds, either. She’d made clear her distaste for the gemstone, and he’d noted it along with every other detail about her.

Then, his eyes snagged on a stone the colour of a clear summer sky. Fred was drawn to it like a Seeker to a Snitch, or, in his case, a lovesick wizard to the woman who filled his every dream and thought day in and day out. 

“Is that the one, then?”

He jumped at his dad’s voice, hand hanging mid-air above the delicate silver bracelet upon which were strung five small stones.

“It is.”

The other man waited until Fred had plucked up the piece before continuing.

“That belonged to my great, great, grandmother. It’s part of a set.”

“A set?” he repeated.

“Here, allow me–” Fred stepped aside to give his dad room to open the lower drawers. “–ah, yes. Here we are.”

Just as described, a matching necklace, drop earrings, and, most importantly, ring, lay in a row, waiting for their time. For Hermione.

It wasn’t until the following day that Fred saw his mother. He hadn’t planned on visiting home again so soon, but her owl made it clear in no uncertain terms that she needed his help. For what, exactly, she didn’t say.

He’d no sooner taken two steps from the Floo before she pounced.

“Frederic Gideon Weasley!” she squealed, surrounding him in a painfully tight hug.

“Mum! I can’t breathe!”

“Oh, tosh. You complained just now, didn’t you?” Nevertheless, she pulled back, eyes crinkled at the corners and smiling in a way that had him terrified.

“What’s going on? I thought you needed help with something.”

“I do, I do!” 

She ushered him towards the stairs, giving no hints as to what the fuss was about. He wasn’t sure what he could do that Dad couldn’t. Maybe it was a surprise for the old man, or something else along those lines.

It wasn’t until they drew up to a familiar door that he noticed the change.

There was the door bathroom across his childhood bedroom, one he’d shared with George for as long as he could remember. And, there was Ginny’s room next to the bathroom. His parents claimed the room closest to the stairs, Bill and Charlie on the opposite end, while Ron’s sat directly below the ghoul’s attic.

There was an extra door.

“Mum, what’s this?” He stared at the two doors facing the bathroom where there used to only be one.

“This, my dear, is a change that’s been long-overdue.”

Having said that, she entered the closer door ahead of him, Fred close behind.

For years, they’d begged her for another room–not because they wanted to sleep separately, but because of the amount of space their projects took up on the floor, every table surface, and even the window sill! She’d finally done just that, the reason for doing so immediately clear.

A double bed sat where there used to be two twins, and the walls that had once been a cheery yellow had been repainted a calming sage green.

“Wh-What in the–”

“I’ll have to check with Hermione, of course, to see if she likes the colour or would prefer something else, but now you lovebirds have a room of your own whenever you visit! I’ve set up the other similarly for George and Angie, once they’re properly courting, of course, so–”

He didn’t hear much after that, the first phrase ringing in his ears.

She knew.

Wholly unapologetic and a tad indignant, he interrupted her mid-sentence. “I’m sorry, but how did you know?”

“Oh, darling,” she warbled, hand fluttering at her bosom and not even attempting to suppress her amusement, “if you had wanted to keep this a secret, you wouldn’t have enlisted your father. Plus, your little prank to get me out of the house was not as well planned as you might have thought.”

Fred’s mind reeled at that–Dad, he could forgive, being as the man buckled at the slightest pressure from his wife like Fang at the sight of a harmless Faerie–but Fred’s own planning being anything less than genius was a reality he could not fathom.

“What do you mean ‘not well planned’?” he squawked, thankful that Hermione wasn’t there to hear him just then.

“Please.” This woman, his mum, rolled her eyes at him as if he were some Firstie. “Andromeda isn’t the sort of witch to chase fashion trends, preferring more timeless pieces. That was my first hint that someone had convinced her into leaving her grandson for the day.”

He could feel heat prickling along his neck. A slightly uncomfortable perspiration began to build at his pits.

“The second hint was how long Miss Parkinson spent on our makeovers. Everyone else was in and out in no time at all. I would have thought she’d want to usher us out of there as soon as possible given her ‘secret’ relationship with Ronald–” How does she know about Ron and Pansy? “–but she took every possible opportunity to prolong our time there. She even went so far as to help get us reservations at that popular new restaurant–”

“Zabini’s?” he asked incredulously. He’d been trying to get in there for months!

“Yes, that’s the one. Lovely establishment. The young man himself came out to chat with us during dinner.” Her gaze turned calculating, then. “Do you think he might be Ginvera’s type?”

“Mum!”

“What? He’s fit!” She pulled her head back, surprised at his outburst.

“So, you had a perfect day that somehow convinced you that I’m courting Hermione for marriage.” He said it more as a statement, certain of her answer and choosing to ignore her question about Ginny. The last thing he needed were two Weasley women on his case.

“Well, I’m sure you aren’t quite yet, but that young woman loves you too much to say no.”

He snorted, shaking his head. “Now I know where Gin gets it from.”

His mother beamed at him, drawing close to wrap him up in the sort of hug that suffocated as much as it nourished. Then, she relaxed enough to catch his eye with a smile of encouragement.

“Now, tell me everything.”

So, he did.

Written for Lauren’s Kitchen’s Wheel of Chaos with the following prompts: prank gone right, Gringotts Wizarding bank, Arthur Weasley, and Mandrake

I like to think I can work with random prompts from the chaos wheel as well as anyone, but this definitely put me back on my heels. 

Cross-posted on Tumblr, IG, & AO3 (eventually)

[startanewdream]

Hi, I love your takes and I had to ask you, do you think James ever forgave Peter in the afterlife? Do you think Lily ever forgave Snape in the afterlife?

This is such a nice question because a very long time ago I played with the idea of writing Afterlife! Jily reacting to the events of the books, specially because they would be learning as Harry does... Well, I wrote a Jily Lives AU instead.

So my view of James forgiving or not Peter is all in The other marauder. I don't think James would in the sense that Peter would never forgive himself first. That's a bit spiritual and religious of me, but I imagine Peter as a literally worm in the afterlife because that's how he would see himself; James would pity him, maybe acknowledge that Peter had one last tiny moment of redemption, but would never welcome him again.

About Lily and Snape... I'm still writing it figuring out this one. It's a very different relationship and despite my own reservations, Snape dedicates his life to repent himself. Is it enough? Is it honourable as any Order member or it's just selfish? Does Lily owe him anything because of the good he's doing? I'm still thinking about this.

(if you are any curious, this is the first scene of the Lily&Snape story in Eyes Glistening)

Because of the situation – a girl was taken to the Chamber of Secrets – they call Lily to supervise the work with the Mandrake Restorative Draught. By nightfall, she arrives at Hogwarts with Dumbledore, who looks older and more tired than she has ever seen, both in gloomy silence. She eyes the staircase of the Great Hall, wishing she could check on Harry and make sure he’s all right — she cannot imagine what Molly and Arthur Weasley must be feeling right now — but instead of joining her son by the warm Gryffindor Tower, she descends to the dungeons.

Somehow, with everything going on in her mind, it’s only when she enters the Potions classroom that she realises what her task means for the night.

Who will be her Potions partner, just like old times.

She stops, hesitating for the one second Snape takes to raise his eyes from the cauldron — he always hunches in deep concentration while brewing potions, she remembers suddenly, the memory buried so deeply she’d thought it didn’t even exist anymore —, straight his back and look at her, his dark eyes betraying his surprise.

And then her hesitation is gone.

“The Ministry has sent me,” she says, all business, using the voice she uses when someone — usually a pureblood potion maker who believes they know more than her despite all her years of study and experience — questions her capacity. “I will supervise the brewing of the potions, then run some tests before they are given out to any of the… victims.”

Her voice breaks slightly, but it doesn’t seem as if Snape noticed it. He’s still staring at her as if he expects her to disappear, as if she isn’t real at all. Maybe he wishes she wasn’t.

In any case, he remains silent as she moves as closer as she has to, setting her potions kit on the table next to him and separating the ingredients she will need to test the potion. It takes him a few minutes to return to the brewing; his nose is scrunched as if he’s holding his breath, movements stiffer than he needs. The notion he feels as uncomfortable as she feels doesn’t bring her any joy.

They work in silence, hands carefully trading ingredients and vials without ever touching the other; there’s an attunement between them, Lily can’t help but notice with a touch of bitterness, and everything but the silence in that room travels her back twenty years in the past, to one of those Potion classes they both enjoyed, one of the few classes they shared. Back then, everything seemed so simple; back then they hadn’t chosen different sides, he hadn’t called her a Mudblood — and afterwards they had never shared a table in Potions anymore.

It had hurt her, it had taken some time before she had learned not to glance at him at the other side of the room, and yet Lily had persisted, had decided that she loved Potions on her own and not because of their broken friendship. After graduation, with the war raging on, she’d been sure that if they ever met again, they would be on opposite sides during a battle.

Maybe they did; he would have worn a mask, but Lily never donned one, which meant that Snape would have known he was cursing her, he wouldn’t have minded that they were once friends... But she cannot know if that ever happened—she shouldn’t need to know. All that matters is that their paths didn’t cross until now. There are at least fifteen years separating them.

Fifteen years. What a strange notion.

Her curiosity betrays her, stealing a glance at his profile. Severus — Snape hasn’t changed much; he looks older, less of the thin spidery teenager he had been, but still with the same long dark hair, hooked nose, pale skin of someone who stays indoors too long. There’s something gaunt about his face, something that she had seen lurking in the darkness of his eyes before, but now is more apparent than ever. For a moment Lily wonders what nightmares have plagued him — and then she admonishes herself, because she isn’t supposed to worry about him.

No matter how much Dumbledore vouches for him, how much even James mumbles in an uncertain voice about how people may change, or how she knows that Snape did help save Harry the year before…

She can’t be concerned about Severus Snape. Not after all this time.

He feels her gaze, turning his head to watch her, and Lily looks down to the potion at once; it’s bolling in a deep rich caramel solution.

“What are you doing?” she asks, too surprised to keep her voice cool.

Snape blinks. “The Mandrake Restorative Draught.”

“It’s not supposed to glow brown.” She searches through her notes, looking for the list of ingredients and then her gaze falls in a vial with a golden liquid she knows very well. The world’s most expensive ingredient. “Dragon blood,” she mumbles weakly. “You are adding dragon blood to the Draught.”

“The healing properties of the dragon blood—”

“Have never been tested with mandrakes,” she finishes for him. “Plants are too sensitive to be mixed with ingredients from animal origin.”

“With the exception of dragons. The magical properties of the creature enhances the restorative property of the mandrakes—as would with most of the antidotes we use in potions.”

A memory flickers on her mind. “But not with bezoars.”

“You just need to shove bezoars down their throat,” agrees Snape and this time, their eyes meet. In the flickering lights of the potions dungeon and the familiar smell of potions around them, it’s almost as if time didn’t pass and they are still the same innocent teenagers they once were before a single word cried loudly on a summer day tore them apart.

Except it was never just about that word.

“Lily—”

She takes a step back, avoiding his extended hand — left arm, she notices, the same one where Voldemort would brand his followers. She never found out if Snape had gotten the Dark Mark, that final symbol of Voldemort’s exclusive trust.

She is sure she doesn’t want to know.

“I will test the Dragon Blood before we proceed,” she says, voice firm again. "It may not matter to you but there are lives at stake here."

There is also a ghost, so her sentence isn't technically true but she lets it slip and so does Snape.

"It matters," he says, voice so soft that she can pretend she doesn't hear. Instead, she turns back to the cauldron she will use to test his potion and, a few minutes later, Snape tells her the potion is finished.

She has only once prepared a Mandrake Restorative Draught, and it resembled the draught that Snape presents her; the potion boils slowly, with the faint sound of a cry each time a bubble bursts, and Lily knows even before she begins her tests that the potion will work, probably even quicker than it was meant to. He was right about the Dragon Blood.

“Nice work,” she says, just a little begrudgingly.

He nods, lips pursed as if he’s stopping himself from saying things that Lily isn’t sure she ought to hear anyway.

“Dumbledore will be pleased.”

Something flickers in his black eyes. “Of course he will.” But there’s a hint of sarcasm in his voice as if he doesn’t care at all for Dumbledore’s thoughts on the matter.

Lily watches him for a moment before deciding she must have read this wrongly. It was only Dumbledore’s vow that kept Snape out of prison; surely Snape feels at least grateful for all that Dumbledore did. She always wondered what he’d told Dumbledore to show his repent—if he was even truthful in his reasons…

She shakes her head. Whatever the reason was, it doesn’t concern her.

“Why did you come?” He asks as she is packing her things. “Did you—Dumbledore called you?”

“No. The Ministry sent me.” She doesn’t hide her grimace. “I was the only Muggleborn potion maker they could contact at such short notice.”

“What was the difference?”

Lily bristles, her fury rising at once. Does it make a difference, being Muggleborn?

“Because the Ministry wanted a Muggleborn witch involved to prove that they care for all those Muggleborn kids petrified in the school now that a Pureblood girl was taken.” He blinks, his face a mask that does nothing to abide her temper. “It always comes down to blood.”

And bitterness claims her once again; Muggleborns were targeted this year, by the Heir of Slytherin as the legends would claim, and she knows that none of the students of his house were in any danger. Did Snape even care when those children were petrified? Or maybe he didn’t think it was any loss, all those Mudblood kids…

But her gaze falls to the vials of potion she has separated; the draught he brewed — for the Muggleborns, for the Squib’s cat, for the Gryffindor ghost — is perfect.

As it was expected of him. Or because it was expected of him?

He did try to save Harry last year and nobody — Lily included — expected him to do anything to save Harry, even less over some gratitude to James Potter that Lily is sure that Snape never felt in the first place.

But if not for paying a life debt, what for then?

She closes her bag. “Nice work,” she repeats, because she feels she needs to, and she leaves the room without looking behind.

[schmem14]

...Aaaaand that's a wrap!

31 ficlets 31 days 31 kinks 12 dead doves 32,271 words 30 pairings 27 RARE pairs

Happy Halloween, and thanks to ALL who cheered me on on one way or another! Thanks to @hpkinktober for curating the prompt list and hosting the fest!

***for author's favorites

Schmem_14's HP Kinktober Masterlist:

Day 1: Devil's Snare Summary: Punishments for bad behaviour don't seem to work on Neville. Professor Snape decides to have a go.  Pairing: Severus Snape/Neville Longbottom CW: Dead Dove, Do Not Eat, DH AU, Underage (17), Rape/Non-con (No penetration), Spanking/Whipping, Bondage, Masturbation, Orgasm Denial/Edging Rating: E

Day 2: Orgasm Denial Summary: Colin Creevey lost interest in Harry ages ago. Now that the tables have turned, what's it going to take to get Colin to want him? Pairing: Harry Potter/Colin Creevey CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dark!Harry, Non-con/Rape, Bondage/Shibari, Imperius curse, Jealousy, Angst, Implied blackmail Rating: E

Day 3: Werewolves Summary: Sirius visits a brothel that specializes in dangerous tastes... he doesn't expect to fall in love. Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin CW: Edwardian AU, Brothels, Prostitution/Sex Work, Implied bestiality, Dubious consent, UHEA Rating: M

Day 4: Cockwarming Summary: Lucius tires of Draco's entitlement. Harry offers him the perfect revenge. Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Harry Potter, Minor Draco/Harry, Narcissa/Lucius CW: Pseudo-incest, Infidelity Rating: E

Day 5: Firewhisky Summary: Bill asks Ron to look after Fleur while he's away. Little does Ron know what that entails. Pairing: Ron Weasley/Fleur Delacour Weasley CW: Pseudo-Incest, Lactation kink, Consensual Infidelity, Drinking Rating: M

Day 6: Collaring*** Summary: Voldemort celebrates his victory by acquiring a new pet. Pairing: Voldemort/Rubeus Hagrid CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Voldemort Wins AU, MCD, Pet Play, Rape/Non-con, Dubious Consent, Sex Slave, Trauma, Grief, Whipping, Horcruxes, Brainwashing, First Person POV Rating: E

Day 7: Sex Pollen Summary: Percy accidentally knocks over a fungus planter on his way to break up a fight between Oliver and Marcus. Pairing: Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood/Marcus Flint CW: Dubious consent, Possible Underage (17/18), Infidelity, Threesome, Frotting, Masturbation Rating: M

Day 8: Pensieve Summary: Harry has strange dreams and memories that don't feel like his. Weirder still is his sudden craving for MILF... Pairing: Harry Potter/Molly Weasley CW: Dark!Molly, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Memory-tampering, Unreliable narrator, Dubious consent, Arthur dies AU Rating: M

Day 9: Omegaverse*** Summary: Ron has good reasons for keeping Hermione out of public spaces. She convinces him to go out, just this once... Pairing: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/non-con, A/B/O, dubious consent, watersports, Infidelity, Threesome, Breeding Kink, Cuckolding Rating: E

Day 10: Mandrakes*** Summary: Romilda and Colin find Harry in a compromising position. Pairing: Harry Potter/Romilda Vane, Harry Potter/Colin Creevey CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con (oral sex only), Somnophilia, Colin lives AU, Hogwarts Eighth-year, Underage (17) Rating: E

Day 11: Dragons/Dragon Eggs Summary: Hagrid was born to be bred by a dragon. Pairing: Rubeus Hagrid/Norwegian Ridgeback CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Breeding Kink, Dubious consent, Monsterfucking, Egg-smuggling, Object-insertion, Thievery, Blood Rating: E

Day 12: Age Play Summary: The voice in Luna's head urges her to comfort Xenophilius in his time of need. Pairing: Luna Lovegood/Xenophilius Lovegood CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Underage, Father/Daughter Incest, Dubious consent, Aging potion, Suicidal thoughts, Blood, First time Rating: M

Day 13: Bathing Summary: Myrtle's crush on Draco escalates beyond anything she thought possible Pairing: Myrtle Warren/Draco Malfoy CW: Non-consensual voyeurism, Dubious consent, Underage (16), Plasmic Penetration Rating: M

Day 14: Voyeurism Summary: Harry has something Horace wants and he'll trade it for his freedom. Be careful what you wish for, Harry... Pairing: Horace Slughorn/Multiple, Harry/Draco CW: Underage (implied), Non-consensual Voyeurism, Unethical behaviour, Masturbation, Bath sex Rating: M

Day 15: Owl Post*** Summary: Percy receives inappropriate notes from an anonymous admirer. What would his girlfriend say? Pairing: Percy Weasley/Marcus Flint CW: Stalking, Harassment, Watersports (mentioned), Infidelity Rating: E

Day 16: Wings Summary: Fleur feels uneasy about her upcoming marriage to Bill. She goes to him for reassurance. Pairing: Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley, Fleur/Multiple CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con, Whump, Gang Rape, Violence, Canon Divergent AU (Fleur and Bill wait until after the war to get married), Dark Bill, Dark Weasleys and Harry, Dosing/Potions, UHEA Rating: M

Day 17: Closets*** Summary: Percy is trying to lay low at the ministry, but Yaxley has other plans. Pairing: Percy Weasley/Corban Yaxley CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con, Dubious consent, Lust potion, Extortion, Fuck or Die (sort of), Deathly Hallows AU Rating: M

Day 18: School Uniform*** Summary: There's a new witch in school... Or, Malfoy tries a new look, and it captures Harry and Ron's attention. Pairing: Harry Potter/Ron Weasley/Draco Malfoy CW: None! Rating: M

Day 19: Dungeons Summary: Argus Filch finally has permission to whip rule breakers. His first two targets are already lined up... Pairing: Argus Filch/Fred Weasley, Argus Filch/George Weasley CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con, Staff/Student, OOTP AU, Whipping, Bondage, Masturbation, Whump Rating: E

Day 20: Breeding Summary: Hermione comes to Arthur with a problem only he can help with. Pairing: Hermione Granger/Arthur Weasley CW: Pseudo Incest, Infidelity, Lactation kink, Pregnancy Rating: M

Day 21: Brooms Summary: George pulls his most devious prank ever on Harry... Pairing: George Weasley/Harry Potter CW: Dubious consent, Public indecency, public masturbation, humiliation, pranks, dildos. Rating: M

Day 22: Legilimency*** Summary: Draco has been craving pastry from Harry's bakery for ages... if only he could pluck the courage to go inside Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy CW: None Rating: E

Day 23: Monsterfucking Summary: Lavender has a plan to seduce the hottest teacher in the school... Pairing: Lavender Brown/Firenze CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dubious Consent, Consensual Non-Consent, Fuck AND Die, MCD, Lust potion, Non-consensual dosing, Teacher/Student relationship, stomach bulges Rating: E

Day 24: Power Imbalance*** Summary: Cormac has a thing for his assistant. He’s delighted when she plays along… Pairing: Cormac McLaggen/Hermione Granger CW: Employer/Employee, Dubious Consent, Extortion Rating: M

Day 25: Portkey Summary: Draco leaves his dildo on the wall of the shower... he hopes his new flatmate finds it and uses it. Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter CW: Inappropriate Use of Portkey, Exhibitionism Rating: E

Day 26: Bondage*** Summary: How long can Marcus resist Percy when he's always such a bossy tease? Pairing: Marcus Flint/Percy Weasley CW: Secretary (Unethical relationship), BDSM, Cock cage/chastity belt, Butt plugs, Orgasm denial Rating: E

Day 27: Room of Requirement Summary: It's too bad the Room of Requirement can't give Sirius what he REALLY wants Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin CW: drug use (marijuana), UST, unrequited love Rating: M

Day 28: Rememberall Summary: Bellatrix really likes to fuck Longbottoms up Pairing: Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Neville Longbottom CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con, Torture, Bondage, Fisting, Memory Charms, orgasm denial, blood, WHUMP Rating: E

Day 29: Knotting Summary: Ron wakes to a comforting presence in bed. Pairing: Ron/Hermione, Minor Harry/Draco CW: Somnophilia, Dubious Consent, Werewolf *see additional spoiler tags in end notes Rating: E

Day 30: Formalwear Summary: Harry spots someone lovely at the Malfoy's annual New Year's Eve Gala, and he can't resist... Pairing: Harry Potter/Narcissa Black Malfoy CW: Dubious Consent, Pregnancy, Manipulation, Toxic Relationships Rating: M

Day 31: Object Insertion*** Summary: Arthur receives a tip from Ron about a hidden room at Malfoy Manor and decides to have a look... Pairing: Arthur Weasley/Lucius Malfoy CW: Infidelity, COS Canon-compliant, Come as Lube, Dry orgasm Rating: E

[justtluffythings]

HOME: Book 9 - CHAPTER NINE

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As Veronica slowly opened her eyes, she realized how stiff she felt, like she hadn’t moved in weeks. As she sat up and stretched, she noticed Hermione and Penelope laying in two separate beds on either side of her, and her heart almost stopped. Penelope was just starting to wake up, and Madam Pomfrey was giving Hermione what she could only assume was Mandrake juice. When the matron moved away from the bed, Veronica got a glimpse of Hermione’s petrified body, and she knew what had happened.

Before the guilt could eat away at her, Veronica heard a gasp and footsteps running towards her before darkness was all she could see again. But this time, Veronica felt safe and at home. She knew who this was. She was the only one that ever got to experience this side of him, and she was honestly surprised he was showing any kind of emotion in front of other people, but Veronica could feel how stressed he had been. His whole body felt tense.

“You scared me half to death! Merlin, I’ve been so worried about you.”

Veronica pulled away, but he didn’t let her go too far. He kept her at arm’s length. “I know. I’m sorry Severus. I–”

Just then, the pair was interrupted by the doors to the hospital wing opening and a flame of redheads walked in. Snape quickly stood and told her he’d be back to see her later before slipping out of the infirmary. Veronica’s eyes widened as she couldn’t take her eyes off the Weasley’s; she hadn’t been expecting to see Arthur and Molly, and only then did she truly realize how much she missed them.

As Poppy pulled Ginny aside – only then did Veronica notice how dirty the girl was and how puffy her eyes were from crying – Molly looked over at her and gasped, quickly running over. Arthur was right behind her, and they both pulled her into their chests. They held her for a while before any of them said anything.

“Veronica, dear. We were so worried! When Ron sent us a letter and told us what happened, we came to visit right away with Bill and Charlie and–”

Veronica’s eyes widened as she cocked her head at them. “Charlie was here?” 

Molly nodded sadly. “He didn’t want us to tell you he came, but–”

“He’s right. I don’t care that he came to see me.” Veronica instantly regretted her tone; she hadn’t meant to be so harsh. Not with them. But she hadn’t realized how easy it would be to open those old wounds. Taking one of each of their hands in hers, she whispered, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… I just… I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay, Veronica dear.” Arthur used his other hand to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek gently. “We know our son is an idiot. And he knows what he’s lost. But he still cares about you. A lot. We just wanted you to know that.” Before Veronica could interrupt, Arthur emphasized, “it doesn’t excuse his behavior, we know… but it’s the truth. He still loves you and was very worried when he heard, so he wanted to come see you.”

Veronica closed her eyes as she willed the tears to GO AWAY. She didn’t want these two to see her crying over their son. When she felt her tears finally subside, she opened her eyes again. “Thank you. For coming, I mean. I’ve really missed you guys.”

Molly used her scarf to wipe her own tears that were freely falling now. “We missed you too darling. And you know, just because you and Charlie don’t speak anymore doesn’t mean you can’t come to see us. He doesn’t come around very often, so you just send us a letter to tell us you’re stopping by and we’ll make sure he isn’t there. We just want to see you.” 

Arthur was nodding enthusiastically, and it made Veronica’s heart hurt. She really did miss them. They were practically her parents, and she hadn’t seen them in two years. As they basked in each other’s company for a moment, the doors opened again and in came Ron dragging behind him a lost looking Gilderoy Lockhart. Pushing him towards Poppy and Ginny and muttering something about a memory charm, Ron didn’t spare him another glance as he ran over and jumped on her. Ignoring his mother’s shrieks to be careful (“Ronald Weasley! You’ll hurt her!”), he hugged her so tightly, she felt he might just crush her ribs, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t imagine how hard it must have been for him with both her and Hermione petrified. And it was only at that moment that she realized she had no idea how long she had even been there.

“I missed you too!” Veronica chuckled. “How long have I been gone anyway?”

“Seven weeks!! But it’s felt like seven years!”

“We’ve been petrified for seven weeks!?!” A croaky yet unmistakable voice asked from their right.

“Hermione!” Ron yelled as he jumped off Veronica and ran over to her.

Veronica couldn’t help but smirk.

***

As Veronica sat at the head table and stared out at the students, she was so glad to be back. Harry and Ron had filled her in on everything that had happened while she lay petrified in the hospital wing, and while she wished she could have been there for them, she was glad they had been able to take care of themselves. Frankly, she was quite proud of them. And she was proudest of all that Harry had managed to free Dobby. She should have known the Malfoy’s were his owners, those evil gits. She couldn’t be happier that Lucius had gone home that day minus a house elf. And a few weeks later when he had been fired from his position as a school governor? That had made her happiest of all. That’s what you get for messing with the Weasley clan.

[grunge-mermaid]

grunge rewatches murdoch mysteries pt 2

1x04 elementary my dear murdoch

alright ice storm is winding down and we've got power back let's go

Historical Figure Shoehorned Into Plot #2: Arthur Conan Doyle

oh and he's a detective Murdoch fanboy

Julia's evening gown is

Miss Pencil comes back, right? I seem to recall her being one of Julia's future psychiatric patients?

that little girl in the green pinafore really likes skipping around the station house

does the Toronto Paranormal Society still exist? it sounds like a fun time

rooting out charlatans and trying to find "real" clairvoyants

you know what

I'll roll with it

read a contemporary biology textbook and then tell me the paranormal society's beliefs are so bonkers for the time

that is an awfully racy flashback for Mr Straight-edge-stick-in-the-mud-not-so-much-as-a-hint-of-impropriety-allowed-allergic-to-physical-affection-devout-catholic Murdoch

full frontal contact and open-mouthed kissing in public? unmarried??? I'm gonna need my smelling salts. good thing the Toronto Constabulary didn't employ morality officers for another 20 years

1x05 Til Death Do Us Part

that is a gorgeous church (St Paul's Presbyterian, Hamilton ON btw)

"he was a sodomite???" "William, I believe the term in use now is homosexual"

Julia being completely unfazed by

mandrakes, pansies, shirt lifters

slurs used to be so creative

please please tell me the priest was Wendell's lover please

it's probably the Best Man but come on

"no I've got a family" ffs man that means nothing

oh it's not him so it may be the priest

HA! It WAS the priest!

or reverend. toronto is a protestant city after all. Shuter Street Church is a curiously non-denominational name

handbag. mary. bender. molly. add to the list of slurs

wait. I thought "left-footer" was slang for a catholic not a homosexual?

that suit is atrocious

"you look like Oscar Wilde...if Oscar Wilde were good-looking"

was that a genuine blush

aw fuck it was the best man poor bastard

if I didn't know better, I'd have thought Julia's impassioned speech about how natural "omnisexual behaviour" is was trying to establish her as a lesbian

the good thing about long-running tv shows is that characters have time to change their opinions

if this didn't result in a crisis of faith, I'd be very disappointed

1x06 Let Loose The Dogs

I forgot we meet Murdoch's father so early in the series

Stephen McHattie!

aka Uncle Jimmy in emily of New Moon

aka Vreenak

aka this guy:

well that's one way to kick off a family reunion

watching old episodes of Murdoch Mysteries is a meta version of Where Do I Know Them From? because instead of recognizing the actors from Degrassi or some niche Canadiana, I actually recognize them from a more recent episode of Murdoch Mysteries

Bugalugs counter: 2

I am concerned about the sheer number of locations in this show that have "No Spitting" signs on the walls

as per my previous post on the matter, undershirts good.

also ladies' exercise clothing. good look.

ok you never hit your boy or your wife, but what about your daughter? or have we not reverse Chuck Cunninghamed Murdoch's sister, Susannah the nun?

[acciotherpthread]

Wisteria packed up a small suite case of her things and grabbed her pet mutated mandrake Bramble before turning to leave the infirmary.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” asked Poppy

“Yes, he needs someone who is trained in these matters.” said Wisteria before going over to Tonks and taking her arm

Tonks instantly apparated them to Grimmauld Place before leading her inside. 

“I’m back and I brought the healer!” said Tonks leading Wisteria into the living room “And the healer brought the cutest little pet in the world. I mean look at this thing! I always want-”

“Tonks I need your help in the kitchen.” said Molly pulling the purple hair woman away leaving Wisteria standing in the living room holding her sleeping potted pet 

“Um hello?” called Wisteria out only to jump out of her skin when yelling was heard up the stairs from a very angry sounding woman

@the-prisoner-of-azkaban

[oldmen-enjoyer]

JOHN "???" WARD

THE GARDENER, THE HOST, THE TWO-FACE.

[FROM NOW-ON, THIS WILL TAG AS FAITH TEXAN AU FOR SORTING PURPOSES]

The reference picture is post-amy incident.

John Ward is current host to the Sickler (unseeable/jagged-jazz, ect) for more than 10 years. After the recent incident of (literal) botched exorcist with Amy Matins and Father Allred, John choose to banished the entity influenced on his decisions. Unfortunately they share more than a mind to be completely seperate.

Jokingly called John psyWard (not in-lore)

This John is late 30s (37~39)

John Ward is same-person name but due to the hosting, is now used as seperate. Ward is described as Sickler part.

Shaped like a hen.

Physically really fits even after falling off his daily routine (can bend Gary in half if given reasons)

Have extreme passion for cooking and extremely niche on how it should go. This is shared and encouraged trait by Sickler. Gardening go along this line.

Morally is, fucked up grey (to put it lightly)

Divorced Molly ages ago before meeting Gary and Amy incident

Used to date a Normal Human Being years ago before their relationship turn into bitter rivalry and seething hatred.

If injured, required blood to replaced the missing space (vampiric: manually)

And reason why guy's so pale.

Trans but cis passing so hard that he forgot that (thanks to wonder of literal body modifications offered by Sickler.)

"Who's Thomas."

189 cm tall

Sound AND inspired from Paul Hill from Midnight Mass (the autism in his eyes is strong.)

[SHIRTLESS REF]

Fortunately, still a cat person (figurative)

[FREE_SPACE_HERE.JPG]

GARY "???" MILLER

[THIS IS A SHARED HEADCANNONS, IF YOU WANT MORE INFORMATION PLEASE ASK @aless-was-here BECAUSE THAT'S GARY.]

Nicknamed Tarot-boy both affectionately and insultingly by other demons

Is equipvelent of "Popular Girl" in hell. Got quite a portion of people in court to kiss his shoes when he's away.

Trans and evil (keep top surgery scars even through reincarnation for the jig of it)

Gary Miller, not much is known in past life aside from being certain Duke of hell summoned to be reborn as baby boy, adopted by Miriam. And, by rumours, Father Gray. (Is debunked to be false, GRAY IS NOT YOUR FATHER.)

Abortion slays, Landlord evil

Have little brother named "Mike Miller" (Raum), not reincarnated together.

Is a dooting big brother.

Voice of smooth jazz singer with hint of rasp as a treat.

Charismaniac slug, oozing with charms and grins like bastard

Cat person (literal)

According to Aless, use old spice and not axe spray. According to my other friend, pats cow blood on the pits and call it a day.

197 cm tall

Body of athlete who haven't been working out for years

53 years old shroom slug

Trauma-bombed and pranked by Sickler

John's movable finely aged blood wine (where all biting come from)

Allergic to church and have to drink a herbal mixture to repressed the sickness (made out of Mandrake)

[CULTIST SIMULATOR + Conjured form]

[BEHOLD, AN ANGEL]

[TRUE-TRUE FORM OF GARY, IS FLOWERS]

[BACKGROUND CHARACTERS THAT MENTIONED: FATHER GRAY, FATHER JONAS, "???" KORNE, "???" KARLSON]

[>Father Gray: extremely dead, had very complicated and unwanted (neg) relationship with Miriam before being discarded as a dead husk. Currently is still a husk but is moved unwillingly. The spirit is long dead. There's no single trace of humanity behind those eyes.]

[>Father/Big Brother Jonas: (???) Story unfold soon but, is very much insane and devoted to Sickler. Have father/son relationship with Gray]

[Korne: a tool, a husk.]

[Karlson: mouth piece for Song.S, will be talked in future later. For now, is assistance to Jonas's plans.]

[wolfstar-myotp]

Charlie Weasley headcanons

Aromantic and Asexual

Loves all animals — Care of Magical Creatures is his favourite lesson

Adores the Beatles

Tonks is his best friend (they’re platonic soulmates)

He went on a roadtrip to get to Romania

He needs glasses

Glasses don’t match his aesthetic so he uses a spell

His favourite siblings are the twins and Ginny

Social butterfly

Had a thing with Oliver Wood for a while when he was trying to figure out his sexuality

Reads fairytales to dragons

Hair goes lighter in the summer

Immune to hangovers

Does not have a filter

Used to be babysat by the marauders when he was little — he loved James the most, with his glasses and the dragon toys he brought round

He met Newt Scamander when he was twelve

Writes little notes in his books

Refuses to participate in potions ‘cause they use dragon parts

Calls McGonagal “Minnie McGee”

Tried to become an animagus but the twins kept charming his mandrake leaves to taste like vinegar

Hates vinegar

Regurlarly broke into the restricted section

Almost went into cardiac arrest when he learned about the captive dragon in gringotts

Cool uncle to Teddy, James, Albus, Lily, Rose, Hugo, Roxanne, Fred II, Molly II, Lucy, Dominique, Victoire and Louise

Loves all his neices and nephews but is happy when his siblings stop breeding ‘cause he’s starting to forget who’s who

Wears a skirt for three months to challenge the dress codes

Is the only boy to be approached by a unicorn

Loves writing/painting on his hands

Asks his mum to make him big sweaters ‘cause he loves big sweaters and the bear paws he gets when wearing them

[agentsketchbook]

More sketches from my ITR designated sketchbook

[izzyneedsabreak]

I was tagged by @thefairyonthemushroom to do this fun little game, thank you so much love 💕

Decide if we could be friends based on which characters I'm most like according to openpsychometrics.org

(I only added the characters I know and like)

Sam Button from The Perks of Being a Wallflower- 89%

Mercedes Jones from Glee- 86%

Molly Weasley from Harry Potter- 83%

Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter- 81%

Tonks from Harry Potter- 78%

Terry Jeffords from Brooklyn 99- 78%

Ben Hargreeves from The Umbrella Academy- 77%

Allison Hargreeves from The Umbrella Academy- 76%

Jemma Simmons from Agents of Shield- 76%

I'm tagging @ughgclden @moonylupinhasdemonpox @garcianunier @deadpoetscarpediem @mehmehmehme @swordsandwildflowers @novhczernyx @mandrake-arya @drummah-in-a-rocknroll-band @helluolibrorumsstuff @uncle-lucifer @bbyangst @tess-the-dreamer @neil-perry-is-alive @yer-erster @dart-the-cactus even though some of you have probably already been tagged before, plus anyone else who wants to do it :)

But don't feel pressure to do it if you don't want to!

[dazzlingheights]

HP Gif Meme Masterlist

So I finally completed this Harry Potter Gif Meme from @dragonborn! It was a pretty comprehensive challenge but I’m so thrilled to be done!! Below is a masterlist containing links to all the gifsets I made for the challenge. This is mostly for my own purposes but asterisks are marked next to my personal favorites if you’re curious :)

one house

Slytherin*

two books/movies (or one book, one movie)

Goblet of Fire*

Chamber of Secrets 

three colors

Yellow*

Blue

Green

four locations

Gringotts*

4 Pivet Drive*

Restricted Section

Divination Classroom*

five deaths

Dobby

James & Lily

Dumbledore 

Charity Bubrage

Nagini*

six spells, magical creatures, potions, and/or objects

The Goblet of Fire

Mandrake*

Patronus Charm*

Obliviate

Felix Felicis

Dragons*

seven relationships (friendships, romantic ships, whatever ships)

Harry & Luna

Harry & Ginny*

Fred & George

Ron & Hermione*

Harry & Hermione

Harry & Draco

Harry & Dobby

eight quotes

Follow the spiders

I always wanted to use that spell.

And you are? Ron Weasley. Pleasure.

Dumbledore’s got style

You’re just as sane as i am

Technically, it’s a ferret

Arm, leg, I’m yours

That felt good

nine characters

Oliver Wood*

Fleur Delacour

Ron Weasley

Albus Dumbledore

Molly Weasley

Hermione Granger

Cedric Diggory

Tom Riddle*

Harry Potter*

ten anything

Snape v. Lockhart

Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes

The Last Will and Testament of Albus Dumbledore

Umbridge’s Office*

Beauxbatons Academy of Magic*

Fat Lady

Drumstrang Entrance

The Chessboard Chamber*

Dumbledore’s Army

Snowball Fight

[rainydayhogwartsimagines]

here to request fluffy fred as asked!! i was thinking about plant shopping, like it would be really fun taking fred magical plant shopping and he has no idea what anything is because he never paid attention in herbology and reader just laughs at him as he gets nipped n squealed at by everything

"I still don't know why we need a plant." Fred sighed. "Would you prefer to be selling kids dead Pygmy puffs? Is that what you want? Traumatizing events?" You asked. "No. But I still think that we should just go out and buy the feed ourselves." He whined as you drove. "It is cheaper to grow it and plus, I'm good with plants." You reminded. "Then you're taking care of this because I don't know a damn thing when it comes to plants." He admitted. You rose a brow as you pulled in and parked. "You took a class on this." You reminded. "I'm aware. And if I remember correctly I had a very very sexy partner who was distracting." He said. You snorted. "Babe... You're getting potions mixed up with herbology." you reminded. "then who was my herbology partner?" He asked. "....Neville." You said making him get out the car as you wheezed. "Still... Why must I come along for this?" Fred asked. "Because if I'm not available one day to do this, you need to know what to grab." You said. He huffed as you walked in. You seemed to already know your way around, moving through the aisles quickly. Fred cocked his head to the side, looking at a bouncing bulb. "What's this?" He asked. "Bouncing bulb. Careful... it will attack you if you get to close." you warned. "plants shouldn't attack anything." Fred shuddered, following you. "But they do. Wait till you see what we're actually going to be buying... I wonder if they have steel cases or something." You pondered. "What the fuck does it do for it to need a steel case?" Fred asked. "That's actually the tamest of the plants. Just makes you dizzy. Actually more of an equivalent of being drunk, I think it's used in truth serum" You said. "That's tame to you!?" "Fred we literally took care of screaming plants that would make you pass out without protection over the ears." You reminded. "I really should've gone to class." He said making you smack your head against a wall and let out a long groan. "....You've got to be kidding me." You sighed. "Remember that you love me." Fred said. You groaned. "I knew that would come back to bite me in the ass." You grumbled as you pushed the cart forward. 

You got a ton of questions from Fred. "Love, what the fuck is that?" or  "Princess, why does that look like it's ready to kill me?". You answered them, best to your ability but he still had a nasty habit of trying to touch the plants. You swore up and down he was mentally five. You finally found the plant and sure enough it was in a case. Which Fred opened. And oh boy.

He was stumbling around like a moron. "Baby... I feel so weird right now." He said looking at his hands as you paid for the plant. "...He opened the case didn't he?" The cashier asked. "Yep." You nodded. "Babe... I have hands..." He said making you snort. "Yes, we all do Fred." You said. "Woaaahhh" he gaped as you dragged him to the car. You put the case in the trunk and you sighed, looking up at how long the effects were for this. "Fifteen more minutes. Oh boy." You muttered. "I love you Y/nnnn." Fred said. You looked at him and laughed. "I love you too Freddie." You said. "You're so good to me-- and patient-- God I want you in my life forever." He said holding your hands. You chuckled. "Careful Fred, those effects are going to wear off soon and you're going to regret saying something." You warned. "No I'm not! I have a plaaannnn." He said making you raise a brow. "What?" You asked. "A pllaaaaannnnnnn" he repeated waving his hands around before playing with his seatbelt. You rose a brow and he chuckled. "I have a ring and eveerrryyytthhhinnng" he waved making you gape. "Fred stop talking." You said. "Do you not want to get marrrrieed--" "No I'm trying to stop you from ruining your 'plan'" you said putting a hand over his mouth. "RIIGGGHHTTT the plaaaannn" Fred nodded before conking out in the passenger seat.

Fred had no recollection of the conversation you had or why you were suddenly acting very strange around him. "Y/n, darling is everything alright?" Fred asked. "Ahahaha! Yesss. I am perfectly A okay!" You said, eye twitching slightly. This was mainly going to your head. When on earth was this happening!? How did you not see this coming!? I mean, of course you were going to say yes but honestly the idea of a proposal in a crowded restaurant terrified you. I mean what if you tripped mid proposal or some shit? What if you did something stupid-- WHAT IF YOU SNEEZED IN THE MIDDLE OF IT AND PEOPLE WERE WATCHING!? "Did you inhale some plant fumes or something--" "NOPE. I'M GOOD. EVERYTHING IS GOOD." you said making Fred confused. "Did I... Do something?" He asked. "No! No you're perfect! I'm just nervous about... My mandrakes! I should get a sign so that when I'm working you don't walk in and... Pass out or... Y'know. Die." You lied. "Is that that weird screaming plant you mentioned?" He asked. "Look at you paying attention!" You said with finger guns. What the fuck are you doing?

"Right... I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Burrow tonight?" Fred asked. "Yeah! Yeah sure I am coolio with that!" You said. Could you chill? Please? "... Alright then... I'll leave you to the screaming plant children." Fred said before kissing your head and walking out.

The door closed and Fred was confused even more. What the fuck was that? "Does she know?" George asked. "I don't think so? She's acting very strange though... She used finger guns at one point." Fred said. "Are you sure she doesn't know?" George asked quietly. "No I don't think--" then it hit him... "Oh no." Fred winced. "What?" George asked. "I fucked up." He groaned. "What did you do?" George asked. "Fucking plant fumes made me high and I think I let it slip that I had a plan." Fred groaned. "Fred calm down. We're used to improvising. So how do we go about this?" George said. "Uhmm... Hmm...."

You walked out a couple of hours later and Fred was looking at papers. "Look at you looking all professional over there." You chuckled. He smiled and blinked a few times. "What the hell happened to you?" He asked. "Mandrake bit me... Fell back on the devil's snare and almost got high from plant fumes-- the usual." You sighed, sliding off the apron you were wearing. You used a simple spell to clean yourself and stretched. "You said we were going to the burrow?" You asked. Did you not suspect anything? "Yeah, Charlie, Percy and Bill are visiting." Fred said. "...So... Your brother are going to... Be there..." You realized. Fred noticed the suspicion. "Percy is down because he has finally lodged the stick out of his ass, Charlie is down on business, something about a welsh dragon nearly attacking a muggle and Bill just likes to see mum every now and again." Fred said. You nodded but clearly still suspected something was happening. "I uhm... What will we be doing exactly?" You asked. "Mum wants you to teach her how to make pizza apparently." Fred said. Oh... Oh that's like the least engagement-y thing to do. Okay, stress gone. "Let's roll then. Is George riding with us?" You asked. "Yep." George said walking out of a backroom.

You all rode in the car in silence and George was looking at Fred like "Dude. Say something." Fred swallowed and fiddled with the ring in his pocket and you drove. "Soooo... Charlie found a common Welsh dragon?" You asked. "Oh don't tell me you freak out over dragons too!" George whined. "They're cool, but I most likely don't freak out like Charlie does." You shrugged. "you got that right. That man could go on for HOURS about fucking dragons." Fred nodded. "Meh. It's better than Draco's ass rambling on about 'pureblood customs'." You shrugged. "that's always true." George nodded. You pulled into the burrow and walked in. "Goodness darling you smell like pesticide." Molly said after hugging you. "I am so sorry--" "Would you like to shower upstairs? I'll wash your clothes while you do." She suggested. "Honestly... A bath sounds great." You nodded. "She can just borrow some of my clothes." Ginny shrugged.

And so the plan was afoot. Fred and George had to act quickly while you were taking a shower, telling the family to ACT. NORMAL. You soon came back down in a comfortable dress that wasn't too fancy and Charlie was rambling about dragons. "Change of plans, mom is making pot roast apparently." Fred said. "And the there's the hungarian Ridgeback--" "Charlie I love you. You know I do. But shut up." Bill winced. You snorted and Charlie looked over. "You must be Y/n!" He said hugging you. "Charlie right? Dragon obsessed?" You asked. "That's me!" He nodded. "We've met once right? You were Fred's plus one to my wedding?" Bill asked. "Yes, Fleur correct?" You asked, looking at her. "Yes that is me." She nodded. "She's getting better with her English." Bill said. "pas besoin de s'inquiéter. Je connais le français." You nodded making Fred and George raise a brow. "You know French?" George asked. "I usually have to order certain plants internationally so..." You shrugged. "oohh" George nodded. Ron came downstairs with Harry. "Hey you two!" You waved. "Y/n!" Both boys said before hugging you. "Boy this is a nice get together... Where is Percy?" You asked. "With Dad looking at something to make sure it is 'of the ministry standard'." Charlie gagged making you laugh. "Any special occasion I'm not aware of here orrr?" You asked. "....I caught my fiftieth dragon!" Charlie said. "congratulations. Was it the common Welsh that Fred mentioned earlier?" You asked. "Oh no." Bill winced. "You know dragons!?" Charlie asked. "Read about them... And had to help that idiot over there during the competition." You said pointing to Harry. "So what's you--" "PLEASE. DO NOT. START. WITH THE DRAGONS. AGAIN." Bill groaned. See this? This was normal. Hermione came down with a smile. "Thought I heard you!" She said. You hugged her and let out a relieved breath. "God it feels good to be around other females." You said. "Hey!" Fred and George said. "I can only take so much testosterone." You said. "testoster-- what?" George asked. "Science George. It's science." Ginny snorted.

You and the girls talked for a while and soon dinner came along. "So, how's business?" Molly asked George. "It's good. Y/n has figured out ways to save us money so we're doing REALLY right now." George nodded. "She's bloody brilliant." Fred said smiling at you. You smiled and shook your head. "Though her plants are freaky." Fred said. "They are not freaky." You laughed. "They are! What kind of plant screams!?" Fred asked. " A mandrake." Everyone at the table answered making him groan. You laughed and he shook his head. Arthur smiled watching you. "Ginny did you leave the pygmy puff unattended?" Ron asked. "Uhm... Yeah, it's in my--" there was a thud upstairs and she grumbled. "Room." She finished before going upstairs. "I better help her... Puffers tends to be aggressive after waking up." Hermione said before walking up. "Puffers?" You asked. "He was the first successful Pygmy puff we made. We just gave him to Ginny. Glad to see he's handling mating season well." George explained after hearing another thud. "RON. GET THIS THING PLEASE." Ginny called. Ron sighed and walked upstairs. "Wanna take a walk?" Fred asked after another loud thud. "Absolutely!" You nodded before walking outside. You two walked for a bit in silent, shivering as the air got colder. Fred took the ring out of his jacket pocket and switched it to his pants pocket before giving you the jacket. "It's pretty tonight." You breathed as you huddled into the jacket. He smiled. "Yeah, yeah it is." He said. You smiled and he kissed you, holding your face close. "I've got to know this before I ask you something." Fred said making you raise a brow. "Any reason why you've been nutty lately?" He asked. "Uh... No?" You lied. He gave you a "really?" Look and you sighed. "When the plant got you... Intoxicated? You kind of... Said something pertaining to marriage." You admitted. "Is that so bad?" Fred asked. "What? No-- no I'm just... Look, I am a fuck up. I am a clutz and I trip over air. I am terrified that if you proposed to me in a crowded area I'd literally fall on my ass." You admitted. "... That's it?" He asked. "Yeah." You nodded. "Y/n I know you hate crowds. Why do you think Ginny made an excuse for us to leave the house?" He said. "...Wait.." "Why do you think my family knows that we're out here and trying to make you feel comfortable?" Oh my God. "Why do you think I made sure you knew we were going to be away from other people?" Fred asked. "... You're a serial killer?" You joked, tears already forming. He chuckled and got down on one knee. "Oh my God." You breathed. "Y/n I love you so much. And I want you to always feel safe and always feel comfortable telling me things." Fred said. "And I want to spend the rest of my life making you feel safe." He added. "Will you marry me?" He asked. You nodded and cried as you wrapped your arms around him. He slid on the ring and he kissed your head, holding you close. "Oh don't cry princess! We're going to have cake! Or alcohol... Or both." Fred said making you laugh. "I'm so happy holy shit." You laughed. He smiled and then had an idea. "wanna screw with my family a little?"

You two walked back to the house and everyone was standing around as if they were waiting. "...Nice walk." Fred nodded. "Yeah, kind of cold though." You nodded acting nonchalant. Ron and Hermione exchanged a confused look. "here's your jacket." You said, making a point to show your hand with the ring on it as you handed back the jacket making them all scream. "MY GOD WERE YOU JUST GOING TO KEEP GOING WITH THE ACT!?" Molly said. "maybe?" You said before being engulfed into a hug with her and Fred. "Okay-- air mum-- air!" Fred said. You looked at the family around you with small smile tugging at your lips "Champagne? Anyone?" Bill said holding up a bottle. "Aayyee my brother knows me so well." Fred said laughing. You rolled your eyes as Fred linked his arm around you and pulled you close. You looked in his eyes and smiled. This was safe. This was your home. This was your family.

[stelamaris]

QHPRA - Gilderoy Lockhart

@ginevra-molly-weasley

I love the description of breakfast at Hogwarts.

…the worst memory of anyone Harry had ever met. – the theories spawned by this single sentence! And for the record, no, I don’t believe Neville suffers from a Death Eater-induced Memory Charm.

Neville’s gran sent him a Howler? When? It must have been before Hogwarts because Harry would have noticed that.

It’s not entirely Ron’s fault, Molly, it’s Arthur’s, too. Poor Arthur.

Hermione seemed to think they had now been punished enough and was being perfectly friendly again.- Gracious of her. /sarcasm

I bet the Whomping Willow at full strength could have thumped Lockhart into next week. And it would have done everyone a favour.

Oh please, Lockhart, as if Harry isn’t internationally famous! EVERYBODY KNOWS WHO HARRY IS!

Baby mandrakes knock you out for several hours? Shame someone didn’t ‘borrow’ one of them and use it on Lockhart. >:)

Why didn’t we get to see the Venomous Tentacula, WB?!

Justin being down for Eton implies he’s very posh indeed. But he’s a decent sort, at least.

His wand… seemed to be damaged beyond repair. It kept cracking and sparking at odd moments, and every time Ron tried to transfigure… it engulfed him in thick grey smoke which smelled of rotten eggs. Unable to see what he was doing, Ron accidentally squashed his beetle with his elbow. – See, this is dangerous, I can’t believe they let Ron go through the entire school year with his wand like this! Even if he didn’t write to his parents, surely McGonagall or one of the teachers should have let them know.

I do think Molly and Arthur would have bought Ron a new wand, though, because, repeating myself, IT IS CLEARLY DANGEROUS FOR HIM TO HAVE A WAND THIS BROKEN.

Bless Colin for putting his finger on what’s bothering Malfoy. So brave.

Ginny wouldn’t join a Harry Potter fanclub or go around asking for his photo. She knows he doesn’t like publicity.

‘I didn’t get rid of the Bandon banshee by smiling at her!’ – I bet you tried, though, didn’t you? Really hard. ¬_¬

Ron was now staring at Lockhart with an expression of disbelief on his face – Ron’s already beginning to see that Lockhart’s all mouth and no trousers.

Lockhart wrecks his own classroom and then leaves three second-years to clean up his own mess. What a charmer.

[fierte-verte]

Being Ron’s Twin Sister (and Dating Harry) Would Include:

* being ron’s best friend, closest confidant, partner in crime, and favorite sibling

* getting smothered with love from your older brothers (especially bill, since you’re the first girl in a long line of rowdy brothers)

* being a role model to ginny, as well as sharing know-hows on being a woman of confidence and strength

* bonding with arthur over your mutual interest in muggle everyday items

* sitting in a compartment with harry, hermione, and ron on the hogwarts express—the start of a beautiful friendship

* owning a tabby cat named myra despite ron’s firm opposition

* weekly wizard chess games because you two are self-proclaimed prodigies 

* playing side by side with ron in the chessboard chamber

* and winning because you two are unstoppable together

* grimacing when harry recounts his duel with quirrell 

* “that’s bloody gross, imagine having you-know-who breathing down your neck”

* excelling at transfiguration as well as potions, with the latter being an annoyance for snape

* but not herbology, because you’re too busy waving a wailing mandrake in draco’s face

* “sorry professor sprout, i completely underestimated how much of a wimp he can be...”

* defending your family against draco whenever he teases you guys about being poor

* “why don’t you go cry to your father about this, malfoy?”

* being mcgonagall’s favorite—an honor not even the great harry potter can attain

* playing chaser for the gryffindor team, in which you and Ginny make one formidable pair

* rolling your eyes all day every day just because you can

* acting as ron and the twins’ lookout when they rescue harry from privet drive, or all of their other schemes really 

* always failing miserably as you’re no match against molly weasley’s maternal instincts

* “i cannot believe the four of you! where on earth do you get these ridiculous ideas from?”

* teaching ginny awesome hexes, and using a few when the twins piss you off

* going into the chamber of secrets with harry, ron, and lockhart, then discovering tom riddle’s true identity

* shielding ginny from the fight between harry and the basilisk 

* meeting sirius black in your third year

* with the freed prisoner liking you for your fierce spirit and good heart

* being distressed when ron and harry fight over the triwizard tournament

* comforting ron when he gets insecure about being harry’s sidekick 

* but also believing that harry is wrongly accused of cheating 

* slipping harry secret notes to make sure he’s okay throughout the day

*  coming up with plans to help them reconcile with an exasperated hermione 

* “ronald weasley! honestly, will the two of you just make up!”

* being harry’s rescue target for his second task in the triwizard tournament 

* crying over cedric’s death because he was your charms mentor and friend 

* forming a tight bond with harry that slowly begins to feel like a crush instead

* ron sensing the change in your dynamic, then encouraging you to do something, anything about it 

* when you and harry finally get together he’s your number one supporter 

* though he does prefer not to see you two act all lovey-dovey before him 

* “blimey, (y/n), i’m still here you know”

* being one of the first DA members to be able to produce a Patronus

* slipping a weasley concoction into umbridge’s tea, and stifling an especially loud laugh when she burps out worms in the middle of lesson

* impressing the twins with your stealthy pranks

* studying with hermione so as to ace your O.W.Ls

* becoming close friends with luna, dean, and neville

* hard-core glaring at ron when he makes fun of luna

* dueling lucius malfoy at the department of mysteries 

* being devastated when sirius gets killed, as you’ve come to consider him family over the years

* chasing down harry when he goes after bellatrix 

* “no harry, this isn’t you!”

* getting slammed into a wall by voldemort and blacking out

* harry escaping his control when he thinks of you 

* joining slughorn’s club because of your exceptional potion skills

* giving ginny some advice on her relationship with dean

* boosting ron’s confidence when he’s doubting his own abilities as a keeper

* “for merlin’s sake ron—you’re a weasley, have some faith in yourself won’t you?” 

* hating mclaggen and his poor treatment of ron

* then almost banging your head against the wall when your brother starts to datelavender 

* comforting hermione with harry

* helping ron realize his feelings for hermione

* and wanting to strangle him because he’s incredibly dense when it comes to romance

* accepting bill and fleur’s relationship before molly and ginny do

* “to hell with it mum, they’re in love.”

* crying happy tears of joy when your oldest brother gets married

* hunting for horcruxes along with the golden trio

* infiltrating the ministry and accidentally breaking a few of umbridge’s cat plates

* being distressed (again) when harry and ron start to irk each other

* feeling crushed at ron’s decision to leave the search

* being equally angry with him as hermione

* but forgiving him the moment he opens his mouth to crack a lame joke

* “you owe me a hundred chocolate frogs—two hundred, if you want to complain.”

* visiting godric’s hollow with harry and hermione 

* burying dobby with harry

* “he’s at peace now, harry, he’ll be glad to rest”

* being the first to forgive percy when he returns to the family 

* sobbing hysterically on george’s shoulder when you peer down at the stretcher and see fred’s body

* watching brokenheartedly as harry heads into the forbidden forest

* “i can’t lose you too”

* wanting to pass out at the sight of harry’s body, until you realize he’s feigning death

* dueling bellatrix with ginny, luna, and hermione

* “not my daughters, you bitch”

* sharing a heartfelt embrace with the golden trio after the war

* “if you do that to me again, potter, voldemort will be the least of your worries.”

* mourning fred’s death, but also feeling relieved that sirius was able to be avenged by your mother

* returning to hogwarts to help with reparations and to finish your final year of school

* spending a lot of time with teddy and spoiling the kid rotten because he’s absolutely adorable

* “look ron he’s made his hair red like ours”

* continuing to have ron’s back whenever and wherever, no matter how big of an idiot he may be at times

* through thick and thin, you’ve grown to know each other better than anyone else

* and you wouldn’t trade your love for all the chocolate frogs in the world

* scanning teddy’s history textbooks for your name and ron’s

* “hah! ron! i have two more mentions than you do.”

[hellitwasyoufirstsergeant]

Irene Bullock, Joe Bradley and Longfellow Deeds?

Anon you know me well! I love all three of them 🤍

(I won’t add pictures or the post will be too long)

Irene Bullock

favourite thing about them: the has a good heart, after all the hole plot of the movie is her wanting to help someone homeless

least favorite thing about them: Her tendency to hysteria 😂

favourite line: “I wish I had a sense of humor, but I can never think of the right thing to say until everybody's gone home”

brOTP: Irene and Molly, the maid

OTP: Irene x Godfrey ofc!

nOTP: Irene and that guy she’s engaged to for like two minutes 😂

random headcanon: this movie is one of my all time favourites and I love Irene and Godfrey, but tbh I think they’d have divorced. Maybe William and Carole’s real marriage have biased my opinion lol

unpopular opinion: Carole Lombard’s performance is really underrated

song i associate with them: primadonna by marina

Joe Bradley

favourite thing about them: his sense of humour

least favorite thing about them: he let Ann go! Why, Joe, W H Y

favourite line: “I haven’t worn a nightgown in years”

brOTP: Joe and Irving!

OTP: Joe x Anne 🥰

nOTP: idek

random headcanon: I think he’d have stayed in Rome for many years at least, not wanting to let it go because of all his memories with Ann

unpopular opinion: again related to the acting as opposed to the character, but Gregory’s performance was just as incredible as Audrey’s

song i associate with them: on top of the world by imagine dragons

Longfellow Deeds

favourite thing about them: his faith in humanity and the essential goodness of people. It’s something I wish I could have

least favorite thing about them: his naivety

favourite line: the poem he writes for Babe 😭 makes me cry every time lol

brOTP: Longfellow and Cobb

OTP: Longfellow and Babe ofc!

nOTP: John and his wife 🤮

random headcanon: I bet after the movie events he went back to Mandrake Falls to work on the new fire truck

unpopular opinion: more related to the movie generally rather than the character, but I think Jean Arthur’s performance was just as good as Gary Cooper’s

song i associate with them: for he’s a jolly good fellow