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MOONCHILD

Remus Lupin x OC reader

Chapter 4 - Expulso

Summary: September’s full moon is rising.

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notes: this is uh…6k. take your bucket of tea and biscuits and strap in, reader. any alikeness of full moon remus™ and johnny from n*ked is mostly unintended. i truly apologize for this amalgam of quasi-smutty something. don’t read with your parents. hope you’ll like it though <3

tw: bad words, blood. unsanitary behaviour. unnecessary rudeness, unnecessary hotness, unnecessary humiliation if you squint - it's a wolf thing. minors, this is truly not for you. i know that this warning will probably just make you more curious, but i mean it.

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Weeks passed surprisingly quickly at Hogwarts. When an owl arrived with the first invitation to Hogsmeade, it was unfortunately scheduled on the weekend of the full moon. Hessie tried to convince Remus to stop by for at least a few hours. He has been carefully taking Snape's Wolfsbane, after all.

"Come on, Moony. A little fresh air will clear your head. And a few Butterbeers will dull some of the pain." she told him on the Sunday forenoon.

He resolutely declined, his matted hair tangling as he shook his head, an annoyed expression twisting his distressed features.

"We're not students, we can stop by Hogsmeade any time we want. I can barely walk, Mimi."

"I know...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to patronize you, I'm just -"

"Well then don't!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling.

Here we go, she thought to herself. She bit her lip, trying to mask the way it wobbled.

"I'm just worried, Remus. I thought it could help you relax."

"My favourite relaxing technique is eating children, is it?" he hissed at her, piercing her with a dull stare. She blinked a few times and then averted her eyes to the floor.

A burning sting just appeared inside his knee, as if someone stabbed it with a hot iron stake. The pain spread through his entire leg and made his ears ring. Fueled by the sensation, he chuckled in disdain.

"You can't even look in my disgusting face and you want me to go out and enjoy a drink with you?"

His voice was frigid and hostile. She looked up at him and opened her mouth to respond with some bitter remark, but she decided it would be wiser to let him be.

She spun on her heel and walked up to the kitchen corner, pouring herself a cup of herbal tea.

She heard a heavy sigh behind her, then the armchair legs squeaking against the floor. Then heavy limps got closer until she felt the coldness of his body behind her.

He put his large hands on her shoulders. They were chilly as ice, almost like the blood in his body stopped circulating.

He gave her a little squeeze and then placed a quick kiss on the top of her head. A friendly gesture, but it made her heart giddy.

"I'm so sorry, Mimi. Didn't mean it." he softly apologized. She nodded, leaning her head on his hand for a moment before taking another teacup from the mahogany shelf in front of her.

"I know. It will all get better soon, don't rack your brain over it now. Did you take your potion at night?"

His hands became rigid on her shoulder. He accidentally pinched her skin, so she whipped her head around. The horror on his face was expertly exchanged for an amused raised eyebrow. The grip on her arms didn't ease, though.

Snape's cold voice echoed in his mind.

Twice a day, Lupin. Or there will be grave consequences.

Fuck.

"Of course, I did, do you doubt my sense of responsibility? I was a Prefect, you know." he tried to make his voice as playful as possible. It was exhausting. She seemed to believe him, though, giving him a toothy grin.

"Yeah, I do know. You were always looking away from all the mischief, so I had to become the unpopular Prefect parent. Kinda convenient on your part. By the way, you're hurting me." she raised her eyebrows at him. When the brain fog caused by his chaste kiss finally cleared up, she realized the bruising grip he held her in.

He quickly tore his hands away and chuckled, apologizing. He took the other teacup and sank back into his velvet armchair.

"They're delivering the Grindylow in about an hour. I'm so excited, I haven't seen one in ages," she mumbled, a thrilled twinkle sparkling in her wide eyes. Remus pursed his lips.

"Really? I see one right in front of me."

She gasped and grabbed her Witch Weekly magazine from the kitchen desk and threw it at him. It flew right into the fireplace, all he had to do was move his head a few inches. He snorted with laughter and the tea flew out of his nose.

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The Grindylow in question was very agitated by its dire situation, constrained in an aquarium on one of the desks in their office. It was furiously scratching on the glass walls while hissing out spits of water.

Remus And Hessie looked at it in awe, passionately discussing its special colouring.

"The kids are going to love this." she dreamily whispered, making him smile widely. Even though his cheeks were growing more hollow and pale throughout the day, the dimples still didn't disappear.

Her ears caught two voices echoing in the hall outside. One of them was surely Filch and the other one was eerily similar to James. Remus seemed like he was thinking the same thing.

"Speaking of the devil..." he mumbled and stuck his head out of the office door. Harry was walking by alone, heading for the Owlery.

"Oh, Harry! What are you doing here? Where are Ron and Hermione?" he questioned curiously, scanning the boy with raised eyebrows.

Remus was wearing a stretched-out cardigan with big brown buttons over a comfortable-looking cotton shirt. His usual grey suit pants were slightly cuffed, flashing his Gryffindor-coloured socks. Harry just shrugged, sadness glittering in his eyes.

"At Hogsmeade," he mumbled, voice disappointed. Remus completely forgot that the field trip was today, he tried to push the thought of his earlier behaviour out of his head.

"Oh, that's right...well, would you like to stop by our office? They just delivered us a Grindylow for the next lesson." he excitedly tilted his head inside the office. Harry gave him a quizzical brow.

"They delivered you a what?" he blurted out, following Remus into the room. Hessie was still crouching in front of the aquarium, eyes wide in childlike wonder. She turned at Harry, giving him a heartwarming smile and a small wave, motioning him to join her.

Harry couldn't help but blush at the way the woman's eyes calmed him down. She was wearing worn-out jeans and a large shabby sweater, fuzzy like the cat he'd met on the train. Her hair was down for the first time he'd seen her, sticking out in all directions.

The professors seemed to have a day off. The scent of books, chocolate and fresh cotton laundry (presumably her perfume) filled the boy's nostrils, creating a comforting homely sensation in his stomach. He felt the same way when he stayed over at The Burrow. Remus's excited voice tore Harry out of his thoughts.

"It's a water demon. It shouldn't be much trouble for us. You've already gone through Kappas with your professor here, so you're all set. But don't be fooled by its size."

"These beauties have tremendous strength in their fingers, even though they seem tiny. They could crush your neck within seconds with those," she explained, biting her lip when Harry backed away with wide eyes.

Remus threw her a disapproving frown and she stifled a childish giggle. The beast blew a raspberry and then floated into the depths of algae in the corner of the aquarium.

"No worries, Harry. As Professor Lupin said, you'll deal with it just fine." she slapped her knees and got up, walking up to Remus's desk. She gathered a few papers that were scattered around and stacked them in a neat bundle, then she hopped up on the empty spot and crossed her legs.

"Want some tea, Harry? I was just about to boil the kettle." Remus asked and Harry nodded, watching in awe as the man wordlessly knocked on the kettle and watched it puff out steam. Hessie beckoned Harry to sit down on the chair in front of the desk, apologizing for only offering prefabricated teabags.

He was studying her face, not realizing that he wasn't blinking. She raised an eyebrow.

"Is something the matter, James?"

Her eyes widened and so did Harry's.

"Merlin's beard. I'm sorry, Harry. You're just…"

That was everything she managed to stutter out. The glint in her eyes was acting as a mirror to his surprised face, but none of her tears rolled out. He wanted to ask a thousand questions all at once, about his dad, if she knew him, how she knew him, who he was. To sit here for hours and listen to her stories.

Were they friends? Enemies? Lovers?

"How did you get these scars?" was all Harry blurted out, regretting his question immediately after it left his lips. He got even more red now, feeling like his ears might let out steam as well. His eyes were widened in horror, but she gave him a mischievous grin.

Remus was too occupied with preparing three cups to hear the conversation.

"What if I told you that I got them in a battle with a Werewolf?" she hissed, theatrically jerking her body forward to make him jump in his seat. She giggled at his reaction, her heart easing when he echoed her laughter.

He was glad she took his personal question with humour. Even the most powerful wizard could not survive a duel with a Werewolf, he'd learned that from Lockhart's fake stories.

"Did you win?" Harry asked with an amused grin. It was as if James was sitting right in front of her. Her smile turned slightly sad before she straightened her back, putting on a humorous self-important facade.

She looked like she was mocking Snape's usual demeanour, the boy thought.

"If I told you, I would have to kill you," Hessie whispered and he chuckled again, thanking Remus when he gave him his tea. The shabby man walked around Hessie and rested in the armchair behind his desk.

Harry sat in front of them, staring into his cup. Small oil stains were forming on the surface, catching onto the porcelain walls. He looked lost in thought.

Not only was he imagining what kind of adventures she and his father lived through, but now he felt like even more of a coward, considering she probably compared Harry's courage to him.

"Anything that's troubling you, Harry?" Remus asked when he noticed the boy's thoughtful gaze. His voice was full of parental concern, something Harry has never encountered before.

He wondered if the man knew his parents as well.

"No...I mean, yes." Harry mumbled. Hessie furrowed her brows and crossed her arms. The boy was worried that he might've aggravated her somehow, but her strange eyes were filled with the very same emotion as Remus's kind words.

"Do you remember the lesson on Boggarts?"

"Of course." Remus simply stated, curious. Hessie just nodded, biting the inside of her cheek. Harry took a breath as if he wanted to inhale some courage.

"Why didn't you let me face him?"

Silence filled the room for a few moments before Hessie spoke, her tone was as calm as ever.

"We thought that the reason was quite obvious," she answered. Harry seemed impatient.

"But why?"

Remus cleared his throat, narrowing his eyes.

"We expected it would take the form of Voldemort."

Harry was in awe. He'd never heard someone call the dark wizard by his true name, except for Dumbledore.

Neither of the professors seemed shaken in the slightest, though. Like it was a completely normal and common name.

"I'd thought of him at first, but then I remembered the night on the train..."

Remus and Hessie exchanged a silent nod, it seemed to Harry as if they were talking about the Boggart incident before.

"Hats off to you, Harry. You are very wise, then. That means the thing you fear the most is fear itself." Remus ended the sentence with a sweet smile.

He looked very similar to the way Harry saw him on the train, but the young boy could swear he looked somehow...worse, now.

Not so tired, but very on edge, like he was about to scream from the top of his lungs any second. His cheeks seemed to hollow through the conversation and the professor was blinking quicker and quicker.

But none of it affected the endless softness towards his friend's son. Harry didn't seem scared, it was intriguing more than anything.

"You were worried that we didn't let you because we thought you weren't skilled enough?" Hessie questioned, leaning on her knees. Harry just nodded and before he could say anything, a loud knock on the door interrupted him.

"Come in!" Remus called, his smile growing wider when Snape entered the room, carrying a big smoking goblet of dangerous-looking turquoise liquid. When the man in black robes noticed Harry, he scrunched his nose a little before turning his attention to Remus.

"Here's your potion, Lupin. I made you a whole cauldron if you need extra aid."

"Ah, Severus. Many thanks." the young professor answered, taking the goblet from Snape.

It seemed to hurt him to stand up as he stretched for the potion and sat back down with a huff, putting the potion on the table. Snape didn't move.

"You should drink it now."

"I will make sure of it, Severus. Thank you." Hessie gave the man a soft smile. She did mean it. There was a flash of something unidentifiable in his gaze before he spun on his heel and walked out of the office without a word.

She looked at her friend with raised eyebrows when he didn't immediately start drinking. He tilted his head as if to scold her for watching over him like he was a little child. A wave of irritation washed over him, similar to the one earlier that day.

Harry cleared his throat, a bit distraught.

The smoke that the potion emanated smelled rancid and the bubbles on the surface hissed each time they popped. He was cautiously staring at it, eyes darting between the goblet and Remus.

He realized the boy is still in the room and turned his attention to him.

"I don't feel too well from time to time, Harry. This potion is the only thing that helps me. I'm very lucky to have Professor Snape as my colleague, this brew is extremely difficult. He's a wonderful Potionsmaster. I barely got an 'Acceptable' in my O.W.L.s."

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They were serving steaks at the dinner feast. How convenient, Hessie thought as she watched Remus devour the bloodiest steak he could find in the mountain of meat in front of him.

Even Flitwick was curiously studying him from the other end of the table, not used to his old student being this unruly.

She cleared her throat and softly elbowed him in the ribs. He whipped his head around, staring at her with furrowed brows as if he was berating her for interfering. The circles under his eyes were dark purple now, contrasting with his pale face.

"What?" he spat out, mouth full of broiled potatoes. She scowled.

"Could you try and be more civil with your raw steak? It's not going to run away, you know."

He shook his head and shrugged, gulping down his potatoes. He still had frustration written all over his face.

"Didn't know it was illegal to eat around you, now. Besides," he took a moment to chomp another piece of the meat on his plate.

"It's almost up there. I'm leaving for the Shack tonight so you can enjoy your me-time, have a wank or something."

"W- what!?" she yelped. McGonagall snapped her head at Hessie and pierced her with a strict glare.

"Sorry, Minerva. I just realized the green stuff on the potatoes is parsley -" she half whispered, leaning back on her chair and tilting closer to the older woman.

"- and I'm allergic." she ended with an uncomfortable giggle. McGonagall was pretty blunt about not believing her a word, raising a quizzical eyebrow.

"You should ask Severus for some calming brew, then. Preferably in silence so the students wouldn't turn their heads," she stated coldly and turned her attention back to her dinner.

Hessie's whole face turned the same shade of red as the pieces of Remus's steak. She wiggled her chair closer to the table again and leaned her elbows on it, slowly lowering her head into her palms.

She didn't look at Remus, glueing her stare on the drops of vinegar on her salad.

"What do you mean the Shack? If anyone sees you, you'll get yourself fired on the spot." she hissed, grabbing her fork while the other hand still supported her flaming forehead.

Remus just finished his steak and dug around his salad to pick out tomatoes, pushing them around to an unwanted bundle.

"Not my fault you're so nosy."

"We had agreed that we'll stay locked in our chambers. I know you're nervous if the Wolfsbane worked, but Dumbledore counts on you staying in the castle. There's no reason for the potion to be faulty." she ignored his bitter remark, vigorously stabbing a tomato with her fork out of spite and throwing it in her mouth.

He didn't react, he just continued to play with the last potato on his ornate plate.

Usually, he'd give her a disapproving look, but now he didn't take his eyes off the food in front of him.

A bloodcurdling shiver ran through her throat as she slowly swallowed her bite.

"There's no reason for the potion to be faulty, am I correct?" she asked, her voice coming out as a mere trembling squeak.

He shrugged, nonchalantly checking his watch. Six o'clock. It was already dark outside. She lowered her tone to the most hushed whisper she could manage.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me. If this is your idea of a joke, then you can shove it up your -"

"My alarm clock cracked in my suitcase on the way here."

She gasped, choking on the lone tomato seed that was stuck in her throat.

Professor Sprout who sat beside her turned away from her conversation with Madame Pomfrey and slapped Hessie's back a few times, probably leaving behind red marks of her small chubby fingers.

"Are you alright, my dear?" she questioned, worryingly scanning the young woman's ruddy face. She nodded and forced a tiny smile.

"Thank you, Pomona. Bloody tomatoes." she wheezed and Professor Sprout chuckled, turning her attention back to the Matron. They continued a boisterous conversation about Sprout's growing collection of Angel's Trumpets.

"Aren't you a fucking wizard?!" she soundlessly screeched again. He seemed to be extremely fed up with her cross-examination.

"If you're so interested in what I do at night, maybe you could've reminded me, smartass," he said matter-of-factly. She gripped her fork tighter.

"Do I look like your mother?"

"Am I interrupting a lovers' quarrel?"

Snape's greasy hair appeared in her peripheral as he sat down next to Remus and took a sip of his wine. Remus's fingers started trembling and he took a breath to shoot Snape down with some stabbing remark, but Hessie was faster.

"On the contrary, Severus. We were just discussing the wonders of potion-making," she stated, throwing Remus a glare.

Snape seemed to notice and his mouth twitched with something that vaguely resembled a smile.

"Interesting. I could've sworn I heard Lupin call you a smartass. Must have been just a misinterpretation." he raised an eyebrow. Remus whipped his head around and Snape was a bit taken aback by how ill he looked.

"Sounds to me like you were spying on us, Sniv-"

"The potatoes are excellent today, don't you think, Severus?" Hessie loudly interrupted him, trying to smile through embarrassment when Snape's eyes widened in anger. He quickly gained his steel composture back, though.

"I prefer meat. If Lupin has left me any, that is." he taunted, casually taking another sip of wine.

That was the last drop for Remus. He swiftly got up, pushing his chair away with a loud creak.

He grabbed his plate, with the last potato and cherry tomatoes still rolling around, and curtly bowed.

"Good evening." he simply said and walked out of the buzzing Great Hall in long, shaky strides. Madame Pomfrey was the one to speak to Hessie now.

"Is Remus not feeling well, darling?" she questioned, her eyebrows knitted in worry. Hessie forced a gulp of wine down her throat and answered with a thin-lipped smile.

"Just a bit shaken, Poppy. You know."

"Well, you better go check on him. And stop by my chambers as soon as he feels abnormally sick, alright?" the older woman said, waving Hessie off as if she was just a roaming student. Professor Sprout fiercely nodded.

"I was just about to leave. I will let you know if - yeah." she managed to stutter out and hopped up, leaving her plate on the table. As soon as she stepped away, it floated into the air and levitated out of the door, disappearing.

Hessie said her goodbyes and hurried out of the door, ignoring Snape's bitter wish of sweet dreams.

She rushed through the hallways to their office, up the short stairs and through the invisible membrane that hid their chambers behind a wall.

She stomped through the narrow corridor between their rooms and entered the small common chamber. The door was already open. The flames were alight in their fireplace and disrupted the tense silence with loud cracks.

Remus was standing in front of it, bluntly staring at her, chomping on a large Mars bar. He was clearly trying to finish it as quickly as possible and get out of her presence. She crossed her arms.

"Which way?"

"What's it to you?"

"I asked you a question." she spat back at him, frowning when he theatrically rolled his eyes. He seemed at least two inches taller than usual, which was frankly already too much.

His elegant fingers were clutching the chocolate bar as if his life depended on it. Her eyes darted between them and his annoyed expression.

"Gregory the Smarmy passage, into the woods, under the Willow. Are we done with 20 questions? I have to leave."

Her frown grew deeper and she shook her head in disbelief. He was always on edge on the full moon nights, but it seemed somehow worse now. She didn't detect the usual remorseful undertone in his insults.

And the last time he'd declined company, she got away with a deep slash on her face. But that was ages ago.

"You think I'll leave you alone?"

He raised his eyebrows, sarcastically nodding.

"I mean, I hope so."

"Tough luck, buddy. I'm going with you. We have to figure out how to sneak out, though. Quickly." she took a glance at the big cuckoo clock above the fireplace. Seven o'clock.

She crossed the room and buried her arm into her patchwork handbag, trying to find something in the depths of the enlargening spell. She knocked over a bottle of Butterbeer inside.

He wasn't sure what she was looking for, but he didn't care, either.

He just took a bite of his sweet snack and spun around, making his way to the door. She had to do a double-take between him and the bag to realize he was trying to sneak out.

"Are you five? Can you wait for a second? We still have an hour." she called over her shoulder and sighed with frustration, taking off her green robes. She fished out her wand and dropped the fabric on the floor. She pointed the tip of it inside the bag.

"Accio Map!" she muttered and three yellowing tubes of parchment flew out. She clumsily grabbed them in the air with both hands and rolled them all open, trying to find the one holding the map of Hogwarts.

"Godric, I could've specified that." she shook her head and mindlessly tucked her wand into the small loop on her pants.

She dropped the two other maps and stared into the correct document while walking to the door.

"It's not the Marauder's but it will have to do."

She didn't have time to react when he swung his wand to levitate a teacup, trying to throw her off balance. He smashed it against the floor right in front of her and the liquid exploded, splashing her boots.

A piece of porcelain chipped away and bizarrely flew into the air, leaving a small cut on her cheekbone before falling back on the carpet. Her eyes nearly popped out of her skull when she looked at him, primal fury burning in her eyes.

He felt a nauseating sensation of hunger when he noticed the tiny carmine drop dripping down her cheek.

This is bad.

She blinked a few times, threw the map aside and grabbed her wand, daintily twirling it in the air to suck water out of the pitcher on the window. She quickly transcribed a precise circle in the air, forming a large floating bubble.

When she was positive it gained enough corporeality, she violently swung her arm, throwing it in Remus's face.

The bubble smashed against his skin with a muffled pop. He didn't even manage to notice the stench of iron in his nose before she expertly spun her wand again, this time forming the bubble out of the lukewarm tea in their teapot. She fired it into his chest with similar vigour as before, sending him stumbling back a few inches.

She knocked the wind out of him, so he wheezed and punched his ribcage a few times before finally realizing his nose was intensively bleeding.

He was growing increasingly disturbed, fully aware that he was losing the grip on his sanity.

If he was oblivious to his state of mind, his life would be a lot easier.

He sliced through the air with his wand like he was trying to cut it open, sending the coat hanger to the ground. She stumbled over it and barely managed to find her balance when he forcefully sent another tea cup flying. This time he aimed at her head and she swiftly dodged it, watching it smash against the books behind her.

She hoped the soundproofing spell was working.

Staring at the blood on her face caused a momentary lapse in his attention, allowing her to gain some time.

"Will you stop throwing things at me?" she grunted. As a last resort, she put all her force to trying to block the door by moving a closet in front of it. A few worn-out shirts and Remus's coat fell out, but the construction hadn't moved at all.

She was getting overwhelmed by the adrenaline, it made even the easiest of spells incredibly taxing. This situation seemed to suck the energy out of her and transfer it to him.

He seemed to be perfectly fine, apart from his face growing more pale with every passing moment. And the dark blood that was dripping from his nose

Her bubble might've broken it, he wasn't sure, the pain was non-existent to him.

"I will if you stop following me."

He emphasized the last three words by smashing flower pots against the floor, now sending them to burst next to her. He hadn't tried basic intimidation yet, so he decided to give it a go.

She flinched at each crack, but it didn't stop her from stomping through the shards. She just fiercely flung her hand and a protective glowing shield appeared around her boots before becoming transparent.

He didn't have to say a word, she recognized the straight line movement he drew with his wand. And the miniature blue orb that shot out, twinkling through the air as it tried to hit her.

Expulso.

Hessie's feline senses didn't fail her this time. She barely managed to duck, the orb flew by her ear with a high-pitched shrill and hit the bookshelf behind her. It began to crumble and fall upon the impact, but she quickly flicked her wand.

All the pieces suddenly moved in slow motion, defying gravity and unnaturally floating down on the carpet like a weightless feather. She watched the books and chunks of wood glide their way to the floor, mouth open in disbelief.

When she whipped her head back at Remus, he attempted to swallow the horror down his dry throat, but that only made it worse. He succeeded in staying perfectly still and masked his anxiety with a strict glare.

Her eyes were flaming with fury as she slowly walked up to him, just like a lioness prowls to her prey.

Remus could swear he saw her pupils shrink into slits for a split second.

He was glued to the ground, listening to the last echoes of humanity in his mind. They were telling him to stay put and not move a muscle. Maybe he would seem invisible to the moon that way. When she spoke in a silent voice, a frigid shiver ran through his vertebrae.

"Did you just try…to curse me?"

"You disobeyed and didn't stay where I told you to stay. You're being a bad kitty," he growled back at her.

The blunt sarcasm that dripped from his words stabbed her right in the abdomen.

She was merely a few steps away from him and he involuntarily took a step back, breaking the concentration he so desperately clung to. She reacted with a joyless smirk, her eyes now clearly cat-like.

"Oh, am I? How about I claw your fucking eyes out? Right now I'd manage to do that and never transform an inch of my skin."

He let out a bleak chuckle, now certain that he was slowly being cornered. He raised his wand again and so did she.

"I don't want to hurt you, love." he simply stated, emphasizing the last word with extra venom. Besides the anger, a new emotion flashed in her eyes - fear. She always took him for the better duelist.

"I'm not made of porcelain, you couldn't hurt me if you tried." she hissed and he broke into a smug smirk, detecting the slight strain in her voice.

He was fiercely battling the fact that it made him satisfied, thrilled, even.

You're a sick fuck, Lupin. A sick, sick brute.

That's the mantra he repeated in his brain over and over again. He was desperately trying to grasp it and shield himself from the Sword of Damocles that was hanging above his head. He could feel the carnal snap creeping in second by second.

It seemed to him like the moon sped up rising just to torment him.

She didn't seem to notice the growing madness in his eyes, only catching how his long fingers flexed around the handle of his wand. Thanks to his omnipotent senses, he caught her slip of concentration. He truly was in a foul mood now.

"If you stopped staring at my hands like a filthy slut, maybe your intimidation would be more convincing."

Words couldn't describe the whirlpool of emotions that rapidly shifted on her face when she snapped her sight back to his face. He still had a pompous sneer plastered all over it. A breath hitched in her throat as she narrowed her eyes, trying to build up the courage to continue cornering him.

"W- what did you just call me?"

The sentence came out as a mere whisper. He didn't move.

"I called you a sl- "

"I FUCKING HEARD YOU!"

Her scream resonated through the stone walls of their common room and she took the remaining steps to get as close as she could, digging the tip of her wand into the soft flesh under his chin.

He didn't even flinch at the sting of it. The sensation merely widened his smile and he let out a cold scoff.

"I wonder how well you'd hear me if I used one of Snape's little deafening charms. Or maybe a silencing one, so I don't have to listen to your constant nagging. Frankly, I should put that aggravating mouth of yours to better use."

The fading mankind in him couldn't believe his own words. Hessie responded with a strange inhuman noise that vaguely resembled a cat's snarl.

"You mean like letting me blast your brains out? You're tempting me."

"Likewise. Dear god, you see right through me. Always so insightful." he raised an eyebrow and proudly put his chin down to pierce her wand even deeper.

His wand was pointed at her heart and painfully poked into one of her breasts. Intentional or not, she wasn't sure. He continued.

"Although, you don't need your voice for that. You've always excelled in non-verbal magic, top of the class."

What the -

"That was a compliment. You're supposed to say 'Thank you, my dearest friend.' now."

It was like he could smell her thoughts. That wasn't a very comfortable feeling.

"Thank you for being a sarcastic prick? Endless gratitude. Want a golden star and your shoes polished for that?"

Remus snorted with laughter, tilting his chin as if he wanted to impale himself. He didn't appreciate being talked to this way at the moment. Her brows knitted, aware that he was winning the taunt war.

He loudly sighed and lowered his wand. He attempted to seem bored.

"Look, I'm getting kind of agitated and this could get pretty ugly real fast. So could you spare me this quasi-threatening hissing of yours and be on your merry way?"

"You have such a sunny disposition, has anyone ever told you?" she sneered and narrowed her eyes.

The smug smile started fading from his face, slowly turning into a frightening scowl. She hid her shudder by clearing her throat and impatiently bit the inside of her cheek.

"Be honest with yourself, do you actually want me to let you leave on your own?"

That slowed down his racing thoughts. Did he want that? Of course not. He hasn't been all by himself on a full moon for ages. It's not like he wasn't ready for the transformation, he was used to coping without Snape's potion.

But now, being back in Hogwarts seemed to change something in him. As if the castle's aura corrupted his mind. Maybe missing a dose of Wolfsbane made all of this worse.

Remus felt feral, his exhaustive senses were sending him over the edge. He felt like one big exposed nerve. And he couldn't risk being in her company, cat or human.

"Can't your almighty brain figure that out by itself?" he growled. He felt his remaining patience leak out of his ears.

The moon was nearly above The Great Lake and he could no longer trust himself around her. Even worse, he started to lose any care about that fact. Her frown just deepened.

"Why can't you just fucking say it? Why is it so difficult to admit that you need someone?" Hessie questioned, her voice loud in his ears. He flinched at the piercing sensation in his eardrums, his head pounding.

"If you don't let me go immediately, I will stop holding myself back. Trust me." he threatened, his voice hoarse and deeper than usual. His eyes seemed almost black now, eclipsed by their dilated pupils.

She attempted to gather some courage by straightening her back but failed.

"I'm not afraid of you, Lupin." she tried to sound as hostile as possible. Once again, she didn't succeed. He raised an eyebrow.

"You are not? You should be," he muttered, slowly bending closer to her. She finally lowered her wand and tried to back away. He grabbed both of her wrists in one hand and yanked her back, using his other hand to grab the collar of her sweater.

Remus bent down once again, but instead of choking her as she'd feared, he gently licked the carmine tear of fresh blood on her cheek and then ever so softly nuzzled his bleeding nose against her neck, taking in a trembling breath.

Her scent jolted through his senses like boiling lead, poisoning his mind with thoughts that made his sunken cheeks burn. His overwhelmed mind suddenly felt like a stretched balloon right before it bursts.

The facial hair on his chin scratched the soft skin of her clavicles, leaving behind red dots. Her heart was beating against her ribcage, delicious pain pulsing through her stomach.

She felt as if someone threw a bucket of simmering liquid on her face as her eyes fluttered closed, his warm exhale leaving goosebumps behind. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out.

"Your body deceives you," he grunted silently, his voice now almost unidentifiable. She felt his iron grip flex on her wrists when he breathed in her scent once more.

"Don't try to follow me. If you do, I won't be as charitable."

Then he let go of her with a jerk, avoiding her eyes like a plague. He backed away, stumbling over the clothes that fell out of the closet behind him. He barely gained stability again before storming out of the room and slamming the door behind him, not sparing her a single glance.

She hesitated for a few seconds before running to the door, her legs wobbling.

As soon as she reached the doorknob, though, it ominously clicked. She tried to pull it, wiggling it left and right, but it didn't budge.

"ARE YOU INSANE?!" she shrieked and flung her wand furiously, swinging the door open as the doorknob ripped out of its slot and fell on the floor with a dull thump. The hallway was empty.

Remus was long gone, leaving behind only the scent of blood and a crumpled wrap from his Mars bar.

She knew where he was rushing.

I hope you'll rot there.

And think of me.

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Tag list: @wickedsingularity @messyr-moons @moon-witchs-world

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butchdarling · 22 days ago

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review of every book I read this year btw

The Left Hand of Darkness Ursula K Le Guin

Probably one of my favorite books I've ever read if not my most favorite. The concept of a human ambassador on an alien planet is really good on its own and Le Guin executes it brilliantly. Really compelling world building and such good atmosphere (probably helped by the fact that I read part of it in January during a power outage lol). I also really liked the author's intro on this; it shaped the way I've looked at sci fi media since I've read it.

Midnight's Children by Salman Rushdie

I feel like I was missing some of the historical context to really understand a lot of the symbolism in this one, but the prose and storytelling was strong enough on its own to keep me engaged. I think I would enjoy this one more if I read it as part of a class or book club.

Maurice by EM Forster

Demian by Herman Hessie

Could have benefitted from being just a little bit longer and exploring some of its ideas a little more in depth but also I do love a shorter book and everything it does discuss is really well done.

Shout out to gay people escaping the narrative got to be one of my favorite endings 👍

Frankenstein by Mary Shelly

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

Haunted houses and mentally ill women what more do you need. Couldn't put this one down I love the way the horror creeps in until it's suffocating.

I know it's a classic and everyone already knows this but damn what a good book. I knew a lot of the story going in but reading it myself was still a rewarding experience. I like how you can very easily trace all of Frankenstein's choices back to a fundamental fear of and unwillingness to face anything truly bad

Howls Moving Castle by Diana Wynn Jones

Honestly I kinda lost interest in this one about halfway through and idk if it's my fault for not really paying attention of the book's fault for not being interesting. I did like the ending though.

The Iliad

This was part of my Hades (video game) phase. I don't really have much interesting to say about it, but my favorite part was when Hektor visits his wife and she tells him she's scared of him dying and leaving her alone but he tells her it will be okay because it he dies in battle it will be okay because it will bring them both glory. And then he turns to pick up his son who starts crying at the site of Hektor in his armor and helmet. It's not an important scene by any means but the potency of the symbolism stuck with me.

All Systems Red and Artificial Condition by Martha Wells

These were really fun ily forever Murderbot <3. Murderbot really is the heart of these books and is a deeply charming character, at least to me. I feel like it's very easy in sci fi to either make AI a pure evil villain or basically human so it's refreshing to see a more nuanced take. I really want to read the rest of this series at some point.

The Time Machine by HG Wells

I liked the beginning (mostly the explanation of time travel and the fourth dimension) and the end (the Time Traveler going to the end of time was really cool) and I like the stuff in the middle conceptually but I think the execution was kinda boring. Another one I think that would be more interesting when discussed with other people who read it.

Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut

I feel like I would enjoy this one more if I read it again and took notes. I enjoyed it on a surface level but I feel like I missed a lot of the deeper themes. Loved the interpretation of time as a concept though.

The Traitor Baru Cormorant by Seth Dickinson

Reading this one rn so I haven't finished this one yet but I'm enjoying it so far. I got a little apprehensive when on of the reviews on the back compared it to doom, but so far it hasn't been too dense, if anything something about the style and narration is actually very comprehensive (at least for me). You might be able to make the argument that the presentation of colonialism and imperialism is a bit heavy handed, but I think it works for what it is, especially in the first couple chapters where it helps establish the world.

#I was reading a lot during the first half of the year and then I got a job and school started 👎#but it looks like I'm going to be able to quit my job and work somewhere better 😁

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shallahi-and-snowflake · 1 year ago

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My analyses and ramblings are to be tagged with #radiant ramblings rotomblr.

This is also my work-in-progress inventory page.

I have:

• Stationery.

• A pink diamond the length of one of my own, relatively long forearms, from Brightness Rochelle of @princesscut-carbink.

• A Perfect Diamond gem about the size of my thumb from Quasar of @rogue-nebula, during Discreet Deliberd 2023.

• A blue feather, an orange feather, and a green feather, from @swordsofunova (2-6-24)

• A plush Shark whose name is Shivers. (Castelia City Mall Shopping Spree, 12-7-2023)

• A plush Sylveon named Tali, after Talenel, Herald of Soldiers. The name is inspired by Barry the Harmonium Bomb, partnered to Rose Waite of @hisuianhellion. (Castelia City Mall Shopping Spree, 12-7-2023)

• A belt-affixed charge pack for Radianting. I have found that Electric Energy can be used in place of Stormlight. (Castelia City Mall Shopping Spree, 12-7-2023)

• A Reshiram Pokeshi Doll named Raana (Aon Aan, “Truth, Fact”) made by Rose Waite of @hisuianhellion for Deliberd Day 2023!

• A Reshiram plush whose name is Tanali, after Talenel, Herald of Soldiers, received from Kittsu of @kittsu-and-company on Deliberd Day 2023!

• A handmade Green Squawkabilly plush named Shauka-Daughter-Shallahi, named after Shauka-Daughter-Hasweth, renowned Shin Logicmaster. Received from @plushanon on January 9, 2024.

• A Crocheted Espurr named Klaus Jr. from Champion Kieran of @not-gonna-lose!

• A Zygarde Pokeshi Doll named Tazia, after Talenel, Patron of Stonewards, carved by Idoli of @ghostlycombee!

• A Great Ball stress ball from the Johto League gift shop, from Maria of @lumenflowered!

• A Pikachu/Jigglypuff hybrid plushie named Jesadon, after Jezerezeh, Herald of Kings, coloured with the hex code ffe1e9, received from Hex Plush anon!

• A Carbink plush named Vedata, after Vedeledev, Herald of Medicine, received for Random Acts of Kindness Day!

• A Luxray plush named Shallahidi that is six inches tall and modeled after my full Luxray form, from @plushanon! (2-18-24)

• A little plush copy of me named Sealahi, (Aon Sea, “Chastity, Faithfulness”) that is six inches tall and based off of my hybrid form, from @plushanon! (2-29-24)

• A little plush of a Sopping Wet Litten named Chashara, after Chanaranach, Herald of the Common Man, received from an anon.

• A plush of Mors, for some reason. It’s very durable, apparently. (It’s since been ripped to shreds.)

• A six-foot-tall Shinx plush named Battani, from Randomly Generated Anon!

• Various forms of currency that I slightly collect on my travels.

• A well sealed jar of dried Skittynip.

• Two small wooden statues, one a Midday Lycanroc, and the other a Snowy Castform, from @sinnohs-eve.

• A sphere-cut gemstone containing a Cryptic (she/her) of some form. She doesn’t have a name yet.

• An hourglass-like device that works like a Slider bubble, from Mystic Anon: “For an hour of contained time, open and flip the hourglass within. Anyone within 3 meters of the orb joins you in time beyond time. When the hourglass empties, it resumes from when you left off as though nothing happened. It takes a week to recharge, and the sands will glow gold once more when ready."

• A roll of duct tape nabbed from Pebbin the Nabber!

• A Pink Plort(?) from a very Far Range, courtesy of Slime Rancher Anon!

• Two weighted blankets (~15lbs each) from Ren Amamiya @chaos-cousins!

• A rather battered copy of Root, a board game, courtesy of @the-craftsman-and-mover.

• An Abomasite from Acer of @yveltalreal!

• A set of strong chewlery from Hybrid Dynamics!

• A Luxray-ear headband, that I wouldn’t be averse to giving away!

• A small plush of Sword!

• The Handstime robotic exoskeleton, built by Quasar @rogue-nebula, that I use in order to have hands of my own.

• A Shinx plushie that Mx. Plush (@plush-anon) gave to me!! Her name is Tshikri!!!

• A bunch of shiny gemstones I convinced Mister Loopy to give me!! (Arséne Lupin III)

• Ten of each Tera Shard, kept in a secure, shielded box.

• A Luxray plush, whom I need to name, made by an alternate Dai.

• A pressurised tank filled with Catness!

• Shadow Blade:

Shadow Man's Special Weapon. It is a a large shuriken (throwing star) that shrinks into a holding device when not in use. The device can be worn as a gauntlet, or integrated into pre-existing armor. (From Dr. Wily’s World Domination Event.)

• TM W24 Shadow Blade:

Shadow Man's Special Weapon. The user throws a shuriken, dealing damage, which then returns to the user on the second turn, dealing damage to the target again. (From Dr. Wily’s World Domination Event.)

• A reverse-voodoo plush of Em.

• A hand-mirror that shows your Shadow or Persona!

FORMERLY OF RESEARCH TEAM BRIDGERUNNERS:

• A plush of myself named Shalon, roughly six inches tall, made and delivered by @plushanon. -Radiant Luxray.

• An itemcrafting kit, with a cauldron, emera dust, glass orbs and lenses, various kinds of sticks, some cloths, and everything else necessary for making basic equipment!

• A set of research tools, including a Connection Lens.

• Two “MILF HUNTER” shirts, one made for Luxray form, the other for hybrid form.

• A plush of myself named Thikir, about the same height, and made and delivered by the same person. -Cryptic Unown O.

• Two Team Bridgerunners badges and scarves.

• The Team Bridgerunners rallying flag. NOTE: No longer in possession; now being used by Scholarly Luxio of Research Team Moonlight.

SECTION END.

A variety of Seeds from the Thunder Continent, including:

• Warp Seeds.

• Joy Seeds.

• Reviver Seeds, both tiny and normal.

• Energy Seeds.

• Life Seeds.

• Stun Seeds.

• Heal Seeds.

• Eyedrop Seeds.

• Totter Seeds.

• Blast Seeds.

• A single Empowerment Seed.

• A device meant to play Journeysong albums from the Thunder Continent.

A variety of Journeysong albums, including:

• Rescue Team DX by Blastfire.

• Explorers of Time, Darkness, and Sky by Floor 98.

• Stormy, Blazing, and Shining Adventure Squad by Thundershock Cipher.

• Gates to Infinity by Tenacious Trepi-dation.

• Super Mystery Dungeon by Voidsnared.

Books, including:

• Various in-depth textbooks on Realmatic Theory and Investitural Mechanics from Silverlight.

• The Words Of Founding, all eighty-plus volumes in compact formats, from Scadarial.

• The entire pentalogy of The Belgariad, by David Eddings, from Quasar of @rogue-nebula during Discreet Deliberd 2023.

• A set of books on Iuncturology and Mysteriology from the Thunder Continent.

• A set of books on Thunder Continent cultures.

• A set of care guides for planting and growing the specialised Seeds from the Thunder Continent.

• A Comprehensive Guide to Items, by Acacia the Meganium of Team Seedlings, from the world of the Thunder Continent.

A set of influential volumes from Roshar, including:

• The Way of Kings, by Nohadon.

• Words of Radiance, author unknown.

• Oathbringer: My Glory, My Shame, by Dalinar Kholin.

• Rhythm of War, by Navani Kholin and Raboniel.

• Hessi’s Mythica.

Clothing of various sorts, including:

• An Alethi military jacket of Kholin colours that I have made my own with embroidery and pins. It belonged to a member of the Cobalt Guard who I had looked up to. There is a fabric glyphward sewn into the sleeve. Instead of a prayer, it reads: Zeradoreh. Helah. Abara. Kalak. “Stormlight binds (our) family eternally.” A reminder.

• A takama, an Alethi garment that is effectively the same thing as a kilt.

• A havah, a fancy dress, for special occasions.

• A Scadrian mistcoat.

• Various types of casual clothing from this world. Most are from the Castelia City Mall Shopping Spree, (12-7-2023).

• My glasses, gold-plated mixed-metal frames with flat lenses. I don’t necessarily need these anymore, but I like wearing them.

• A small amount of various sorts of jewellery, such as hair-combs, hair-pins, necklaces, brooches, bracelets, and rings. Garnet is a running theme in pieces with gemstones.

• Some minor articles of clothing like gloves and scarves, some for humans, some for Pokemon. Several of such items are from the Café et Couturière Violet.

• Various sorts of shoes, sandals, and boots. I particularly like wearing a pair of boots that I bartered off of a former scout-turned-bridgeman. I wonder if he’s still wearing the ones I gave him…

• Work uniforms issued by the Nimbasa City Rail Depot.

• Wayne’s Lucky Hat.

• A fancy hat from Hattie:

• A case of Seolish Soul Stamps of unknown properties.

Names I picked up:

• “Weaver of Light,” from Solaire the Ho-Oh.

• “Illusionist Trainer,” from Solaire the Ho-Oh.

• “Lost Lightweaver,” from Igor of the Velvet Pokemon Center.

• “Radiant Luxray,” from a certain Hoppip from the Thunder Continent.

• “Cryptic Unown O,” from a certain Piplup from the Thunder Continent.

Hello! Sorry about the roughness of my blog, I mostly just used this one for lurking before I ever thought to get in on anything.

I’m Shallahi, I’m… around… Nanish-er, that’s 20 years old, I think? (Years, months, days, and hours are different where I’m from.) I’m human, Thaylen/Alethi, but I have longer eyebrows than most half-Thayleni. (Yes, long eyebrows is a weird thing here. I tend to wear them over my ears, if that’s a good image to use as a metric.) I’m from Kharbranth, also known as the City of Bells. I’m a Knight Radiant (something like a “Champion” for a smaller, less powerful being. I’m of the Sixth Order, a Lightweaver), a Worldhopper (a “Faller” with more agency in where they go, basically), a collector of stories and knowledge and a lover of food and adventure!

I use she/her, and by your standards of gender, I would be transfeminine. (I transitioned by accidentally taking in an entire lamp’s worth of Stormlight, so no need to worry about HRT access, thank goodness. It’s such a shame that others can’t just breathe in magic and—poof! Be properly aligned to their Spiritual aspect.)

I may say words that don’t make sense to you, or don’t fit in the context you’d use them in, that’s just a consequence of the mixing of my own vocabulary and knowledge that I took with me here, me learning new words and assuming their meaning, and the Connection tricks I use to help learn new languages.

I said I was a Worldhopper earlier; don’t worry, while yes I might steal away to Scadarial or elsewhere for a bit, I’m making this world with weak storms, static grass, and colourful fluffy creatures my home. Like Shinovar but with more colour and less ksenophobia!

Now for you, Snowflake!

Mmmmm…

Ah! I am called “Snowflake” or “Snowy,” (She/Her) and I am a Patternspren or Crypticspren. A spren is… mmmm… a small fragment of a God. Not your gods, mind you. I am bonded to Shallahi, who you have already heard from. This world is strange to us. There is no Shadesmar, no Cognitive Realm that we could find. This means that I am just a Pattern on a dress or other form of clothing. I am dictating my words to Shallahi. Mmm… unfeminine. (SH: Don’t listen to that stupid old book, it’s full of lies.) I like lies. You know this. (SH: Then why let those lies dictate your life?) Mmm… I am called Snowflake because that is how my Pattern looks. This is everything I can think to say.

I’m also partnered with three Pokemon:

• Svirak-Daughter-None, a Squackabilly (She/Her).

• Zeradin, a Blitzle (They/He).

• Zan, a Dwebble (He/Him).

//No proshippers, no TERFs, no NSFW stuff. I don’t really want drama, I just want to have fun. Oh, yeah, also, POTENTIAL COSMERE SPOILERS!

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araluenrangerdanger · 4 years ago

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Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Ranger's Apprentice - John Flanagan Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Crowley Meratyn & Halt O'Carrick Characters: Crowley Meratyn, Halt O'Carrick, Farrel, King Duncan, Berrigan (Ranger's Apprentice), Ferris O'Carrick, Caitlyn O'Carrick Additional Tags: RA Fanfic Challenge, RA Fanfic Challenge #3, aka don't tell me that Stilson didn't leave a mess in his office just to mess with Crowley, Paperwork Club, Question - Freeform, diplomatic mission Series: Part 8 of Ranger's Apprentice Summary:

When going through years old paperwork, Crowley finds something disturbing... A funeral invitation. But it can't be true, or can it?

Second chapter of my fanfic for the fanfic challenge is up ^^

#ranger's apprentice #ra fanfic #crowley meratyn #halt o'carrick #mine

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warrioreowynofrohan · 4 years ago

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Stormlight Archive Epigraphs (8) - The Unmade

These are mainly from Oathbringer Part 4 (excerpts from Hessi’s Mythica), but some are from other epigraph sections. I’m organizing them into general information and information on each of the 9 specific Unmade.

Notes below include small spoilers for pre-released chapters of Rhythm of War, as well as for the other books.

This is the last of the epigraph posts for the first three books! Hopefully these will be helpful for me when I’m reading Rhythm of War.

The Unmade are:

- 3 intelligent, with personalities: Yelig-nar (Blightwind; confers forms of power on Listeners/Singers), Sja-anat (corrupts spren), Re-Shephir (The Midnight Mother; creates shadow-monsters in imitation of living things)

- 3 mindless: Nergaoul (The Thrill), Moelach (causes ‘death rattles’, visions of the future by the dying), Ashertmarn (The Heart of the Revel)

- 3 we know little about: Ba-Ado-Mishram, Chemoarish (The Dustmother), Dai-Gonarthis (The Black Fisher)

The Unmade, in General

My research into the Unmade has convinced me that these things were not simply “spirits of the void” or “nine shadows who moved in the night.” They were each a specific kind of spren, endowed with vast powers. - Mythica, p3

I have done my best to separate fact from fiction, but the two blend like mixing paint when the Voidbringers are involved. Each of the Unmade has a dozen names, and the powers ascribed to them range from the fanciful to the terrifying. - Mythica, p4

I should point out that although many personalities and motives are ascribed to them, I’m convinced that the Unmade were still spren. As such, they were as much manifestations of concepts or divine forces as they were individuals. - Mythica, p7

The most important point I wish to make is that the Unmade are still among us. I realize this will be contentious, as much of the lore surrounding them is intertwined with theology. However, it is clear to me that some of their effects are common in the world - and we simply treat them as we would the manifestations of other spren. - Mythica, p12

The Unmade are a deviation, a flair, a conundrum that may not be worth your time. You cannot help but think of them. They are fascinating. Many are mindless. Like the spren of human emotions, only much more nasty. I do believe a few can think, however. - Taravangian’s Diagram, Book of the 2nd Desk Drawer: paragraph 14.

Yelig-nar (Blightwind)

Yelig-nar, called Blightwind, was one that could speak like a man, though his voice was often accompanied by the wails of those he consumed.

- The Unmade were obviously fabrications of folklore. Curiously, most were not considered individuals, but instead personifications of kinds of destruction. This quote is from Traxil, line 33, considered a primary source, though I doubt its authenticity. (Jasnah Kholin’s notes)

Traxil mentions Yelig-nar, named Blightwind, in an oft-cited quote. Though Jasnah Kholin has famously called its accuracy into question, I believe it. -Mythica, p26

Yelig-nar had great powers, perhaps the powers of all Surges compounded into one. He could transform any Voidbringer into an extremely dangerous enemy. Curiously, three legends I found mention swallowing a gemstone to engage this process. - Mythica, p27.

Yelig-nar is said to consume souls, but I can’t find a specific explanation. I’m uncertain this lore is correct. - Mythica, p51

Sja-anat (corrupts spren): present in Kholinar in OB

Of the Unmade, Sja-anat was most feared by the Radiants. They spoke extensively of her ability to corrupt spren, though only “lesser” spren - whatever that means. - Mythica, p89

I would assume that ‘lesser’ spren means, ‘not the type of spren that Radiants bind’. If so, the corruption of Renarin’s spren indicates that Sja-anat has either overcome this limitation, or it never actually existed.

Lore suggested leaving a city if the spren there start acting strangely. Curiously, Sja-anat was often regarded as an individual, when others - like Moelach or Ashertmarn - were seen as forces. - Mythica, p90

One is almost certainly a traitor to the others. - Taravangian’s Diagram, Book of the 2nd Desk Drawer: paragraph 27

This is commonly assumed to be in reference to the Unmade, due to being in the same location in the Diagram as Taravangian’s other thoughts on the Unmade. It is also commonly assumed to be Sja-anat; the pre-released chapters of ROW confirm that that is the case.

I don’t trust this at all. Even if Sja-anat is pursuing different goals from the other Unmade (to the extent that the mindless ones can be said to be pursuing ‘goals’), I highly doubt that her goals are in line with the best interests of either humanity or the Listeners/Singers. She might be attempting to corrupt additional Radiant spren? (Alternatively, maybe her ‘corrupted’ spren correspond to ones that would bind Listeners/Singers? But that seems less likely; I think it’s more likely that there are still some original ‘Singer-based’ spren - i.e., based on Singer rather than human ideas - that will bond with Singers.) Anyway, ROW will focus heavily on spren, so we’ll probably see more about this.

Re-Shephir (The Midnight Mother): driven out of Urithiru by Shallan, OB

Re-Shephir, the Midnight Mother, is another Unmade who appears to have been destroyed at Aharietiam. - Mythica, p250

The Midnight Mother created monsters of shadow and oil, dark imitations of creatures she saw or consumed. Their description matches no spren I can find in modern literature.- Mythica, p252

Re-Shephir, the Midnight Mother, giving birth to abominations with her essence so dark, so terrible, so consuming. She is here! She watches me die! - Dated Shashabev, 1173, 8 seconds pre-death. Subject: a dark-eyed dockworker in his forties, father of three.

Dalinar’s first vision in TWOK (Chapter 19) features shadow-monsters in the shape of dogs that I think are most likely attributable to Re-Shephir.

Nergaoul (The Thrill): various locations; captured as of OB

Nergaoul was known for driving forces into a battle rage, lending them great ferocity. Curiously, he did this to both sides of a conflict, Voidbringer and human. This seems common of the less self-aware spren. - Mythica, p121

I am convinced that Nergaoul is still active on Roshar. The accounts of the Alethi “Thrill” of battle align too well with ancient records - including the visions of red mist and dying creatures. - Mythica, p140

Ashertmarn (The Heart of the Revel): present in Kholinar in OB

Ashertmarn, the Heart of the Revel, is the final of the three great mindless Unmade. His gift to men is not prophecy or battle focus, but a lust for indulgence. Indeed, the great debauchery recorded from the court of Bayala in 480 - which led to dynastic collapse - might be attributable to the influence of Ashertmarn. - Mythica, p203

Moelach (causes ‘death rattles’): various locations

Moelach is very similar to Nergaoul, though instead of inspiring a battle rage, he supposedly granted visions of the future. In this, lore and theology align. Seeing the future originates with the Unmade, and is from the enemy. - Mythica, p143

Moelach was said to grant visions of the future at different times - but most commonly at the transition point between realms. When a soul was nearing the Tranquiline Halls. - Mythica, p144

Many cultures speak of the so-called Death Rattles that sometimes overtake people as they die. Tradition ascribes them to the Almighty, but I find too many to be seemingly prophetic. This will be my most contentious assertion I am sure, but I think these are the effects of Moelach persisting in our current times. Proof is easy to provide: the effect is regionalized, and tends to move across Roshar. This is the roving of the Unmade. - Mythica, p170

There is one you will watch. Though all of them have some relevance to precognition, Moelach is one of the most powerful in this regard. His touch seeps into a soul as it breaks apart from the body, creatung manifestations powered by the spark of death itself. But no, this is a distraction. Deviation. Kingship. We must discuss the nature of kingship. - Taravangian’s Diagram, Book of the 2nd desk drawer: paragraph 15

Ba-Ado-Mishram

I find Ba-Ado-Mishram to be the most interesting of the Unmade. She is said to have been keen of mind, a highprincess among the enemy forces, their commander during some of the Desolations. I do not know how this relates to the ancient god of the enemy, named Odium. - Mythica, p224

There is very little information about Ba-Ado-Mishram in more modern times. I can only assume she, unlike many of them, returned to Damnation or was destroyed during Aharietiam. - Mythica, p226

Ba-Ado-Mishram has somehow Connected with the parsh people, as Odium once did. She provides Voidlight and facilitates forms of power. Our strike team is going to imprison her. - From drawer 30-20, fourth emerald [Truthwatcher]

This is very interesting, as it indicates that it was the imprisonment of Ba-Ado-Mishram that effectively lobotomized the Singers into the parsh. It also indicates that she, not just Yelig-nar, can confer forms of power.

Chemoarish (The Dustmother)

Chemoarish, the Dustmother, has some of the most varied lore surrounding her. The wealth of it makes sorting lies from truths extremely difficult. I do believe she is not the Nightwatcher, contrary to what some stories claim. - Mythica, p231

Dai-Gonarthis (The Black Fisher)

It will not take a careful reader to ascertain I have listed only eight of the Unmade here. Lore is confident that there were nine, an unholy number, asymmetrical and often associated with the enemy. - Mythica, p266

I am certain there are nine Unmade. There are many legends and names that I could have misinterpreted, conflating two Unmade into one. In the next section, I will discuss my theories on this. - Mythica, p266

If I’m correct and my research true, then the question remains. Who is the ninth Unmade? Is it truly Dai-Gonarthis? If so, could their actions have actually caused the complete destruction of Aimia? - Mythica, p307

Let me no longer hurt! Let me no longer weep! Dai-Gonarthis! The Black Fisher holds my sorrow and consumes it! - Tanatesach, 1173, 28 second pre-death. A darkeyed female street juggler. Note similarity to sample 1172-89.

This interests me particularly. Kaladin’s chapter with Moash was focused on the desire not to feel pain, suffering, and loss any more. If Dai-Gonarthis is associated with ‘giving up’ sorrow in the same way that Odium tempted people in OB (including Moash) with giving up responsibility for their actions, Dai-Gonarthis could play a large role in Kaladin’s arc in ROW.

But none of that gives any indication of how a spren could be powerful enough to destroy a large island! Very curious about Aimia.

#the stormlight archive #brandon sanderson #epigraphs #the unmade

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Fanart: Portate Radioguide TV

Original images old tv magazines:

Radiotimes (BBC)

TV Guide (USA NBC-CBS-ABC)

Radiocorriere TV (RAI)

My Version

Edition No 3585. 10/04/2018

Radioguide TV is a mixture of the magazines TV Guide, Radiotimes and Radiocorriere, in this ase, the most fixtic animated radio, cinema, tv and streaming magazine of programs

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radio:

Mediocre'Radio, Segundo Mediocre and Mediocre's Folklóre

(Mediocres Rundfunk)

Radio Federal,

Radio Minería,

Radios Cooperativa (Comun, Vitalicia and Fiesta)

Radio Rivadavia

Radio Mitre

Radio Belgrano

Radio Canina (Radiodifusoras Caninas)

Regional Radios, Radio 1, Radio 2, Radio 3, Radio 4 and Radio 5 (RNA-ANR Animated National Radio-Radio Nacional Animal de la ORTF)

HR1, HR2 (HR Hessie Rundfunk)

Radio1, Radio1Xtra, Radio2, Radio3, Radio4, Radio5, Radio6, Radio7 and Radios Locals (BBC, British Broadcasting Corporation)

Radio1, Radio 2, Radio3 (RAI, Radiotelevisióne Italiana)

Principal, Clásica y Ligera (RNE Radio Nacional De España)

Radio France

NBC Radios Programs (NBC North/Norte, NBC South/Sur and NBC Arauco)

ARD (ARD Radio, BR Radio y DW Radio),

NHK Rajio

Radio Portales (of Capital, Of Myseria, Of Bikini, San Fransokyo Portales, of La Plata, Of Medieval Scotland and Of Narnia)

Stupids Radio

Radios Bío Bío ( Bío Bío1, Bío Bío2, Bío Bío3 And Bío Bío4)

CBS Radios (1th Program, 2nd Program y CBS Neverland Radio)

ABC Radio

Radio Pudahuel

Radio Universidad De Chile

Radio Speddy

Radio Agricultura (Fisrt, Seccond and Trhird)

UDEC-Radio

Harvard University Radio

Cine-Studios:

Universal

21'th Century Fox

Warner Bros

Paramount

Metro

Marvel Studios

Emelco

Walt Disney Pictures

DreamWorks Animation

Pixar Animation Estudios,

etc.

Streaming:

Netflix

Amazon Video

Disney+

Youtube

Vimeo

Televisión:

Rai Uno, Rai Due and Rai Tre (RAI)

BBC1 and BBC2 (BBC)

ORF TV

TF1, France2, France3, France4, France5 and France6 (RTF)

La 1. La 2 and La 3 (RTVE)

ABC

NBC1, NBC 2 and NBC 3( NBC)

CBS One, CBS Dos (CBS)

TELEFE

Das Esrte, HR Ferserhen, BR TV, DW and ZDF (ARD)

NHK

RTVN

Canal 7 TVP Bs. As.

América

TV Mediocre

TeleNorte

Fox

Terrasana

TM1, Antenna2, Rete1, Rete2, Rete3, Canal 13 De La Pontificia Universidad Católica De Chile, Cartoon Network, Nickelodeon, Disney and Teletoon (ORTF).

In the portate, Hamada and Karmi in the portate Of the animated Radio, Film m, Streaming and TV Magazine deddiquet to referends to the episode of Big Hero 6: The series abbout of fans world (Fan Art, Fan Fiction, Fan Dub, etc...

Also, in animated lands , reports in the 15'th episode of Big Hero 6: the series (Fan Friction) for sunday april 15'th, 2018 at 09.00 PM, afther of the news TG1 with Raúl Matas, to through the channels Disney Digital, The Channel 13 Of The Televisión Corporation Of The Pontifical Catholic University Of Chile Digital, TeleNorte and the National Channel Rete1.

After of the episode, to satellite TV in... WorldVision and Eurovision, live from the Johnny Test's Sisters laboratory, with Teletoon and Teletoon Canadá, RTBF, CBC, Canal 12 (Uruguay), Disney and Channel 13 presents the musical special with the Uruguayan Rock Pop Group "Los Iracundos".

example prorgranming

Disney (Channel 7) SUNDAY APRIL 15′TH, 2018

10.00 TEST CARD

10.30 a Disney TV Animation and

ORTF Informative Service

NATIONAL STATE

(Politic and Debate Program)

12.00 a Conjunte Trasmission Disney

Cartoon Network and TVP Arg.

COCINEROS MEDIOCRES

(Cocine and gastronomic

Program)

01.00 a Disney Animation Studios

REGIONAL PROGRAM

02.05 a Canal Rural

CAMPO EN ACCIÓN

(rural magazine program)

02.35 a Disney TV Animation

STAR VS THE FORCES OF

THE ELVIL

(Action / Adventure)

03.00 a Conjunte trasmission Disney /

TM1 televisâo Mágica1 and

Cartoon Network

CSF-WFC / CLARO

RANGERS vs REAL MADRUGA

From Talca's Fiscal Stadium

(Sport / Football)

05.03 a conjunte trasmission of Disney

Animation Studios / Pixar Anim-

ation Studios and DreamWorks

Animation

CSF-WFC / CLARO

EVERTON vs VIKINGS

From Sausalito Stadium, Viña

Del Mar.

(Sport / Football)

07.00 a Pixar Animation Studios

SPECIAL: POTATO’S LIFE

E04

(drama)

08.01 a ORTF Informative Service

TG1

(News, with Raul Matas)

08.55 a National Meteorogic Institute

THE WEATER

09.02 a Disney TV Animation

BIG HERO 6: THE SERIES

E15 Fan Friction

(Action and Adventure)

09.40 Conjunte TV - WORLDVISION - EUROVISION Trasmission

SPECIAL: THE LANDS OF LOS IRACUNDOS

(Music Special Program)

11.15 a DIsney / ORF

TO MALDITE

(Crimen and Drama)

00.05 END SEÑAL

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Karmi and Hiro, from Big Hero 6

#television #parody #Crosover #magazine #big hero 6 the series #Hiro Hamada #hiro x karmi #bh6 karmi #karmi

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2, 10, 14, 17, 21, 26, 33, 43, 55, 63, 73, 90, 99, 100, 108, 116, 127, 129, 140, 141, 142, 146, 149! (Woah, that's a lot, hope you don't mind!)

Heey! How are you? I hope you are doing fine.

2. Are you outgoing or shy? Definitely outgoing. Of course I need time alone in my room to do fandom stuff, but most of the time, I am extrovert, opened, and really outgoing.

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? The last deep conversation I had was 2 days ago with my friend who I consider my blood related sister. We are not blood related, but my and her family knows each other since 30 years, we grew up together. She is 22 and always looks after me, like I’m her little sister for real. She is more experienced in life in general so it’s always good to talk with her. We couldn’t shut up until 5 am.

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? I do believe that what you give to others will cast your future, I mean if you treat everyone kindly, you will get it back through your life. I am not into superstitions or miracles, however I like to wish when I see a shooting star.

17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Considering the fact that the universe we know is infinite, yes. I believe it all. Statistically it would be impossible that we are the only one out there. They can be far, they can be unintelligent, but I think they still exist. But who knows, maybe they are more intelligent than us.

21. What are your bad habits? I like to procastinate (not that much) or forget everything (is it a bad habbit?) I used to bite my nails but I don’t do it anymore, also I have to give up smoking on special occasions. (Do not get into it okay?)

26. What do you do when you wake up? First things first, I go and have a glass of water, go to the toilet, then sit down to have my cup of coffee (COFFEEE!!!!!) for that day. These three are always in my routine, I always start my day like this.

33. Spell your name with your chin. TEWFY (thaat damn w .-.)

43. Do you smile at strangers? When I ask for something, or when they bump into me and say sorry, of course I do. A smile can cheer up everyone, stranger or not. If the person is weird, I don’t smile, but when I pay at a store, I also do it. :3

55. Favourite blog? @shawn-and-aiden-frost-9 (what a surprise duh)

63. Ever been in love? Yes, I have been. Once.

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? I sleep with my pink bunny which I got for christmas when I was 1 year old. I call him/her Pupák. I never decided their gender because I can’t relate it to them, it would ruin my imagination. I love that bunny since I know my mind, and for a while, I didn’t know about specific genders (I was too young to think about anything okay?) and I still loved them soooo

90. Name a person you love?I have a friend called Tímea. I name her.

99. Have any pets? A black German Shepherd called Hessi.A cat called Cirmus.

100. How are you feeling? I haven’t been feeling that good and relaxed for a loong while.

108. What should you be doing? I should go out and watch the shooting stars which will be visible today with my friend Tímea, but instead I’m answering these asks on her pc XDDDDD

116. Are you listening to music right now? No, I don’t.

127. What makes you happy? Time with my friends, watching my fave series (IE, The Fast and The Furious, The Mentalist)

129. What is your zodiac sign?Cancer

140. Summer or Winter?Summer

141. Night or Day?Night

142. Favourite month? I don’t have one

146. Was today a good day? Yes it was!!

149. Do you believe in ghosts? No, I don’t believe in them.

Thank you for this soo huge ask!! It went long XDD I enjoyed it A LOT!

#ask tefy

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Love. Such a simple thing right? Well it can be simple, sometimes. As for other times it can be complicated and chaotic. I've heard that people in love can do extraordinary things. Good and evil. Like the things Cathy and Gwen did. However, that’s a story for another time. Today’s journey is going to take place in Manchester, England. A couple of lovers known as the Moors Murderers. What do you say we dive in?

Ian Brady was born Ian Duncan Stewart on January 2, 1938 to a tea-waitress named Margaret (Peggy) Stewart. He didn’t know much about his father. Although Peggy said it was a journalist. Peggy found it difficult to raise her son on her own and with little income, so she gave him up to a young couple. The Sloane family adopted young Ian and raised him as their own. Early on Ian had shown signs of troubling behaviour. He’d throw violent tantrums if he didn’t get his way that would end with him banging his head against the walls. Peggy would come visit him from time to time and give him gifts. Eventually Peggy stopped visiting Ian and he figured out who Peggy was and deduced that the Sloanes were not his family. There were others in the neighborhood that caught on to his illegitimacy and then coupled that with his sullen personality made him unpopular. Ian came to resent this and thought of himself as a rebellious outsider not bound by the same rules as others. He was a smart and handsome kid at school, just not well liked. At 11 he had passed a test that got him into Shawlands Academy. Sadly his potential was never really recognized. He was lazy, never applied himself, and misbehaved. Eventually he took up smoking and gave up on school work. He also started developing an interest in Nazis. He would ask for souvenirs from the boys whose fathers would bring back from the war. When playing war games he would insist on being german. Also at this point in time he became very perverse and sadistic. He would bully small children. Also he would torture animals in various grotesque ways. When he was a teenager he was brought to Juvenile court for burglary and housebreaking. The first 2 times he was given probation but the 3rd he was considered incorrigible and was told to leave Glasgow. In November 1954, 2 months before his 17th birthday, Ian left the Sloanes and moved to Manchester England where his mother, Peggy, and her new husband were. Even though Ian did not get along with his step-father, he took his last name. Brady. Ian felt like a scot exiled in England and that his compounded feelings of isolation and hostility began to manifest in different ways. He began to take interest in the writings of the Marquis De Sade and Friedrich Nietzsche. He focused mainly on The Will of Power and Nietzsche theories of Ubermensch. He adopted the philosophy that championed cruelty and torture as well as the idea that superior creatures had the right to control and destroy the weaker ones. He avidly collected books on torture, sadomasochisms, and other paraphilia about domination and servitude. Around this time he was working at a butcher shop as an assistant. This caused speculators to think that this job nurtured his growing interest in mutilation and murder. He began drinking heavily, frequenting the cinema, and gambling. He needed money to fund these new habits so he resorted to thieving. Which led him to be convicted a few times which then led to his eventual incarceration. While behind bars he learned ways of illegally obtaining money. Also he entertained the idea of becoming a grandiose criminal. Pulling off lucrative bank heists. Ian wanted to avoid manual labor and aimed to seem respectable. He studied book keeping. After his release, he had a hard time finding a job. He worked as a laborer for a brewery between April and October of 1958 before spending a few more months unemployed. Ian had ended up finding a job in February, 1959 as a stock clerk at Millwards Merchandising. About 2 years later he met Myra Hindley, who was recently hired as a typist at the same place he worked. Now before we go on with the case I must tell you a little bit about Myra.

She was born on the 23rd of July in 1942 in a suburb of Manchester known as Crumpsall. She was the first child of Bob and Hettie Hindley. Her father, Bob, served in the parachute regiment in World War II, so he was absent for the first 3 years of Myra’s life. When he returned home he worked as a machinist. When Myra was 4 her parents had another daughter. To make room for this new addition, they sent Myra to live with her grandmother. Myra never went back though. To my knowledge people have said that she came from a broken home. To be clear, she didn’t come from a broken home, and she was very loved. Bob was a roman catholic and had both daughters baptized, which was a compromise for both parents. Bob said that if the girls were baptized they wouldn’t have to go to catholic school. Hindley struggled though in primary school and failed her 11 plus exams. She then went to Ryder Bow secondary modern school where she proved to be the most intelligent in her class with an above average IQ. She always earned good grades, however her attendance record was bad. Apparently her grandmother was very lenient and usually let her stay home from school to keep her company. As she grew into a woman, she was known to be tough and aggressive. Some even considered her to be masculine. She was made fun of because of the shape of her nose and her peers gave her a very cruel nickname ‘square arse’, because of her broad hips. As a teenager she was also a very responsible babysitter. She befriended a 13 year old boy named Michael Higgins when she was 15. Sadly he drowned in a reservoir and she was devastated. She said ‘If i had been there it wouldn’t have happened. She was a very strong swimmer and would have been able to save him. At this age and because of what happened to her friend she quit school. Finally when she was 18 she got a job at MIllwards Merchandising. And that is where our lovely couple met. Myra was enamoured with Ian’s dark hair, blue eyes, and fair complexion. He was also well dressed and fingernails were well kept, which apparently no other guy had done according to Myra. Ian also drove a motorcycle. Everything about Ian Fascinated her. He however was very aloof and didn’t really show much interest in Myra until an office party. After he had gotten a few drinks in and relaxed a little he asked her on a date. Myra became so infatuated with him that whatever he said became law. She even took to being more germanic for him; Apparently by wearing short skirts. Is that really more germanic? Anyways She bleached her brown hair to platinum blonde. She wore red lipstick to seem more aryan and to please Ian. She adopted his anti-social philosophy and became anti-social. She kept a photograph of Irma Grese who was an SS guard at a couple concentration camps in her bag, meanwhile Ian had started to call her Hessie in homage to Rudolph Hess.

As obsessed as Myra was there were also indicators that she was also afraid of Ian. She once sent a letter to a friend that if she ended up dead that Ian was somehow involved. She wrote a letter after she was imprisoned that ‘within months he had convinced me that there was no god at all; He could’ve told me that the earth was flat, the moon was made of green cheese, and the sun rose in the west, I would have believed him, such was his power of persuasion.’ Time went on and as it did he revealed his innermost twisted fantasies. Hindley agreed to pose in sexually explicit photographs. Soon enough the couple started talking about robbing banks, soon after that it turned to talk about sexually abusing kids and murder. Then in July of 1963 they started to discuss committing the perfect murder.

On the 12th of July, Ian and Myra targeted their first victim. A young 16 year old named Pauline Reade. Pauline vanished on her way to a local disco in Gorton. A few months later they abducted 12 year old John Kilbride and strangled him at the Saddleworth Moor. The following year, they took 12 year old Keith Bennet. 10 year old Leslie Ann Downey disappeared 200yards from her home on Boxing day of 1964 at a fairground. Finally their last victim was 17 year old Edward Evans, whom They had bludgeoned to death in the home they shared. The way they got caught was Ian trying to persuade Myra’s brother in law to help them. Her brother then went to the police and told them about everything. During the trial Myra’s obsession was very evident when she said, ‘I loved him. I still love him.’

The jury found them guilty of 3 of the murders. They were sentenced to life imprisonment. I feel so bad. Four of the victims were sexually assaulted, and I think two of the five were never found. People dubbed Myra the most evil woman in Britain for just following Ian’s fantasies. Personally I could understand wanting to do everything for the one you love but this, killing people, is not a line I’m willing to cross. Myra and Ian both died while in prison. Myra died of bronchial pneumonia on November 15th of 2002. Ian died of obstructive pulmonary disease on the 15th of may in 2017. Wow not that long ago right. Horrible acts done for love. Earlier I did mention Cathy and Gwen. Let me know if you want to hear about them next week. Message me also if there’s another crime that has caught your attention. I’m all ears. Well until next time guys.

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I have. Had a realization.

In-fic, it is Feb/March-ish of 2024. Gale is currently 29, Astarion is about to be 27. Hestia is seven-ish, and the baby was born when Gale was 21ish? Yes?

IRL, it is August 2024. I am currently 29. My sister is 27.

I am losing my mind.

I was a junior during the 2012 Olympics. Originally Astarion said that he was 14 when he skated to Golden, but that was when he thought his birthday was Jan 1, and skating season is usually finished by March, yeah??? So he would have be 13, little baby EIGHTH grader, teeny tiny child? Protect him????

And the Sebastian incident, he said he was 16, so that would have been some time in 2014, I’d only just graduated and was pretending to be A Real Adult, my sister was a tenth grader reading Julius Caesar and all that shiz, we were binge watching episodes of Pokémon on my chunky laptop like they were a line of crushed smarties on a coffee table and we had no nerve endings left in our sinuses.

Gale was 15 when he met Mystra, frickin 2010 or some shiz, I was still deeply uninterested in men as a concept at that point I’m ace but that’s beside the point so’s he, what were you thinking lady, I have a different sister who’s 8 years younger than me, when I was 22 the humans her size may as well have been INFANTS, who goes shopping for college boyfriends among incoming high school freshmen, you’re NASTY

Married at 19, okay maybe not so weird generally, that’s what my mom did, she’s fine, to each their own, but like that’s when I was heading into my first proper burnout, I was not a PERSON, absolute brick made of oatmeal, also I was still a TINY BABY, that was heckin ten years ago, heckin 2014, Astarion “falls” and Gale’s heckin legally bound to his heckin manager frick 2014 seriously who authorized this

Hestia would have been born some time in 2017, if she’s already 7 when the fic started in fall 2023, some time in March–September since we haven’t seen her birthday on screen yet, so absolute earliest she could have been conceived would have been like, June 2016, so Gale would have gotten the ultimatum in probably July or August, chest injury probably happened earlier that year, maybe March–Juneish if he spent a year retraining his voice and lungs and it overlapped with paternal leave post-Hessie, and Astarion asked “was that the year that—?” so his first baby probably died like, maybe mid-2015? That’s right when I got my heckin puppy. Gale’s son should be as old as my puppy dog. Jeez, Astarion escapes to law school right as Gale gets Metaphorically Orbed. Congrats Gale, you’re 20 and having the Worst Year Ever

Also, shoutout to Astarion for finishing law school in 3 years? Class of 2018? That seems so fast with like pre-law and stuff but I don’t know how the UK does it, also he’s a smart boy, GO, be FREE my son (sort of not really psych jk)

But also ugh living in a two-bed studio apartment for at least five years assuming they lived in student housing before that? How is your mind still intact

But just. Hessie. Born 2017. The year I started going into my SECOND major episode of burnout. Heck, do I know any seven year olds??? How old are my little cousins?? Heck, it would the ones who didn’t live very close, how big is a seven year old?????? My close friends have a six year old, but she’s usually doing her own thing when I hang out with them so I usually visualize her as so much smaller, I think I might be literally incapable of comprehending having spawned a tiny growing human and having them in close proximity to myself since 2017

Congrats, you’ve broken me

Yeah don't be fooled by Gale talking about how old he feels, they're both SO young and so much of the shit that they've gone through happened to them when they were literally children. Astarion was thirteen when he won gold, Gale was fifteen when he met Mystra. It's one of the reasons why that brief mention of Romeo and Juliet is so loaded, because Astarion is looking back and remembering how it felt like his whole world was defined by this one thing when he was that age, and how much has changed since then. How much more he's had the chance to be, and how he was so close to losing the chance at that. Also one of the reasons why it's so easy to write him being protective of Hestia. He can see Gale trying to give her a better childhood than either of them had and he's absolutely going to try and help.

#bloodweave #the season

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MOONCHILD

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Chapter 3 - Riddikulus

Summary: Remus and Hesperia teach their first class. Prepared and excited, nothing can go wrong…right?

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notes: chapter threeee! i hope you’ll all enjoy. the next part will be…let’s call it a rollercoaster, okay? hopefully. that’s a spoiler, so it’s just between us, reader.

tw: some bad words. snape’s psycho breakfast. also, a bit of werewolf body horror - so that’s a bit nasty if you’re squirmish. and i feel like the squirm-factor will only get worse from now on, so beware of that, my sweet squirmish pals. squirm.

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"I don't know, it just came up in my mind. He looked at me like he was watching it happen." Hessie lamented about last night’s uncomfortable memory, lazily buttoning up her shirt. She was inside her chamber, talking to Remus over a half-closed door.

They had separate rooms opposite each other. They joined in a short corridor, which led to a small common room with a cosy fireplace, stone walls and a soft burgundy carpet. There were frescos of constellations on the ceiling, similar to the ones in their classroom.

A floating porcelain pitcher was watering the greenery that was decorating the windowsills of the gothic windows.

It strongly resembled the ambience of the Gryffindor Tower. She wondered if the chambers were accustomed to whoever stayed inside. The entire complex was hidden with an enlargening spell behind the door to their shared office, soundproofed from any inventive students that might enjoy spying on professors in their spare time.

After all, she wasn't a stranger to eavesdropping, courtesy of her unruly best friends.

Remus's head popped out of his ajar door. He was just in the middle of putting his red-and-yellow socks on. Lily Potter had knit them for him for his seventeenth birthday.

"Are you suggesting that Snape is a Legilimens?"

He got a confused hum for an answer.

"That's absurd." he chuckled and disappeared into his room again, taking a shoebrush from his trunk to polish his oxfords. He managed to make them at least slightly shiny.

As he tightened the thin shoelaces, Hessie walked out of her room, a tweed vest lazily thrown around her shoulders. She made her way to the small kitchen-like corner.

"What's absurd is the way he treats his students. I overheard a couple of fifth years yesterday while leaving the feast. They discussed how he makes them test a potion's accuracy on their animals. Want a cuppa?" she glanced over her shoulder as he came in, his fuzzy tie still hanging untied around the collar of his shirt.

It felt like they were back at their Yorkshire cottage. The only difference was the fireplace. And the king's beds with feather duvets. And not having to scrap for food. There was actually so much food she didn't know what to do with it. She felt like she could retrospectively feed her starving self.

He walked to a bookshelf next to the door, gathering a few schoolbooks.

"Yes, please," he muttered and opened the well-used copy of The Essential Defence Against the Dark Arts by Arsenius Jigger.

He sat down in one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace, crossing his legs as he browsed through it all the way to the chapter index.

"Oh, marvellous. We're supposed to do Boggarts first."

Hessie whistled. She carried two ornate teacups that resembled goblets. They were made out of black porcelain instead of metal. The cups dangerously wiggled on their saucers and Remus hopped up to take one of the cup to help her and put it on the coffee table next to him.

She sank in the other armchair with a sigh, carefully sipping her milk tea so she wouldn't burn her tongue.

"I was thinking of trying Boggarts first as well, it's an interesting and handy subject. But you're the one on duty this time, so I guess you'll have to manage by yourself."

"I'm not sure I can do it without you, love." he mused with a smirk before taking a sip from his cup. She gasped and kicked his shin. She despised that pet name. James and Sirius always used it to piss her off. She hated how condescending it was.

It sounded somewhat endearing from Remus, though.

"With this attitude, you'll be lucky to live long enough to show up for the class at all." she hissed at him and took another sip of her tea, this time so vigorously she scorched her mouth. She cursed, Remus just giggled, and continued to search through the textbook.

He still looked so beaten down, purple circles were bordering his eyes, his skin pale and dull. As the first sunbeams entered the room, she could see familiar twinkles in his sad eyes.

"Are you feeling okay?" she asked silently, nudging his leg with hers, this time softly. He looked up from the book.

The silver strands in his hair were a lot more protruding than when they were students, but she felt like it made him even more handsome. Like fine wine in a cellar, he aged under the moonlight's glow, remaining startlingly beautiful despite all the suffering he had to endure.

That boyish charm in his grin was never snuffed out, the dimples above his mouth as cheeky as ever.

"Never better," he replied, his tone laced with both sarcasm and honesty. The duality of the man, she thought as she rolled her eyes. She couldn't help but chuckle, shaking her head as if she wanted to get rid of the blush on her face. The one that spilt all over her whenever he smiled at her.

She stood up and walked to the bookshelf, nudging the back of his head when she walked by him.

"It's missing a few essentials. I need to check the library, coming?" she muttered and put on the vest after grabbing her green robes from a lion head-shaped hanger. Remus shrugged, fishing a Mars bar out of the pocket of his pants. It was a bit melted, but tasty nonetheless when he took a big bite.

"Do you still think Madame Pince is still there?" he mumbled curiously.

"That old hag? Hope not. She took 30 points from me once, just because I brought her Earl Grey instead of Ceylon. As if she was allowed to assign students slave work in the first place."

"You put a frog in her teacup, Mimi."

"That was Padfoot's idea!"

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As the week passed by, they spent most of their time in the library researching and preparing for their classes. It was as if they were fifth-years again, furiously scribbling notes on their parchments. Even Madame Pince was still sitting behind her mahogany desk, as hostile as ever.

The only thing they were missing was Sirius Black’s taunting, James Potter’s annoyingly attractive voice calling them ‘book-flobberworms’ and Peter Pettigrew’s constant questions about when they were finally leaving for lunch.

And of course, Lily Evans sitting between them, her flaming red hair in their peripherals.

When Thursday came, Remus felt considerably more sick than on the night they arrived, which was quite ironic. He looked a lot better now, the circles under his eyes were slowly going back to their usual light beige and the few new scratches on his face were closed up, now pale pink.

His hair was a bit more tameable as well, his cheeks somehow fuller and even more dimpled than usual when he gave Hessie his signature disarming smirk. He was very pleased when he looked in the mirror in the morning. Not that he felt handsome, he never did. But he looked alive and that's what mattered to him the most.

The nerves were eating him up from the inside, though, fingers shaking as he held a fork with scrambled eggs. He was looking around the Great Hall, trying to remember as many Gryffindor and Slytherin faces as he could. He hoped it will make him feel a bit more comfortable when it comes to facing a classroom full of strangers. Hormonal teenagers, for that matter.

Hessie sat beside him, a bit less on edge, as her first class was scheduled for tomorrow. She felt terrible for him, though.

"You'll be excellent, Moony, I'm sure of it."

"What if I hurt them, Mimi?" he blurted out, his voice strained and trembling. She sighed and took his hand, lowering it back on the plate so the eggs wouldn't fall on his shabby robes.

"You still have more than two weeks and you're starting Snape's brew tomorrow, there is no reason to -"

"Will you go with me? Please…" he cut her off, lowering his voice when Snape sat beside him, carrying a plate with a single over-toasted slice of bread and a lump of unmelted butter slapped on top of it.

As soon as it touched the table, the empty cup in front of him filled itself with tea so black it almost matched his robes.

Remus felt like a small boy begging his mother to go to school with him. Hessie mindlessly darted across Snape’s plate and then nodded.

"Of course I will. I'll just work on my notes and be an emotional support cat. I’m quite good at that, am I not?" she grinned and he let out a sigh of relief, finally gathering the courage to take a bite of his scrambled eggs without the fear of throwing up.

"I was actually kind of hoping you'll demonstrate. You've always been better at charms."

"You received an ‘Outstanding’ in N.E.W.T.s, Remus."

"Besides," he interrupted and ignored her biting remark.

"You know what my Boggart is. It could…you know. Raise some suspicions."

Hessie panicked. Did he forget what hers was? Before she could argue, though, a deep voice filled her ears.

"So, Lupin. I've heard that you are teaching your first class today. I would like to wish you good luck. And a smooth process. After all, we would all be very disturbed if an accident occurred." Snape sneered, his voice frigid and sarcastic.

He took a sip of his tea, not even flinching at the nauseating bitterness. Remus closed his eyes for a second and then turned at him, a wide smile plastered on his face.

Hessie just dug a fork into her fluffy pancakes, stuffing her cheeks to the limit. She had to make sure she wouldn’t be able to hex him right on the spot. Her nostrils were trembling with anger, though.

"Thank you, Severus. I truly appreciate your kindness." Remus stated calmly, biting his cheek when Snape responded with a twitch of a forced smile. The cold man continued.

"Speaking of accidents, your potion is nearly ready. Stop by my office around eleven o’clock to gather tomorrow's dose. I will continue to bring it to you on every odd date until the last seven days prior your…imminent sickness. Then you will switch to a full goblet twice a day for the entire week. No pauses, no misses. It is very important for you to remember. Write it on Lynx's forehead if you have to."

He ignored the furious look Hessie gave him when he mentioned her.

"One last thing - mentally prepare yourself for its unique taste. I have not sampled it, for obvious reasons, but it smells like a troll's lair. And no cheating, sugar devalues its properties." he muttered and quickly got up, his black robe swishing behind him as he walked away, holding his plate with an almost disgusted expression.

"I swear to Godric I will cut him open one day."

After spending the rest of the day in the library, they made their way to the classroom in silence, both too nervous to hold a conversation. When they reached the door, they gave each other one last look. Hessie straightened his fuzzy tie and tapped his shoulder as he straightened her robes, brushing off a few cat hairs she had on her arm.

He gave her a warm smile and then opened the door, walking inside the filled room with long strides as she jogged to catch up with him.

"Good afternoon, everyone!" he said with a calm, soft voice. Hessie didn't detect any signs of stress on him. After all, he was an expert in masking himself. She echoed his greeting.

"Professor Lynx is here only as a spectator today, you will get to know her wits up close tomorrow. As for today, please, close your books and pack your things. We will only need our wands today. I would like to start this semester with a practical lesson." Remus stated. The students exchanged confused looks and whispers filled the classroom. They were quite curious though, so they obeyed.

"All packed? Wonderful! Let's be on our way, then. Please, follow us." he said and walked back to the door, waiting for everyone to gather in a group. Hessie led the way next to him, clutching a packet of pumpkin pastries. They moved through the empty hallways, heading for the professors' lounge.

On their way, though, they were blocked by Peeves. The most infuriating poltergeist under the sun, in Hessie’s opinion. When he spotted them, he let out a shrieking laugh.

"Fucking hell…" she muttered, silent enough for only Remus to hear. He just grinned widely. He beamed as if he was delighted to meet Peeves again.

"Loony loopy Lupin, lousy little Lynx - sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I -"

"Well, that brings out some memories. Peeves, would you be so kind and move? We were just on our way to the -"

Peeves just blew a raspberry, raising his transparent hands to give Remus a middle finger. The only obstacle was that he didn't have any fingers. Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil giggled at the implication of the ghost’s sing-song, their cheeks flaming with a blush. Remus just sighed and took his wand out of the depths of his robes.

"Pay close attention, everyone. This is a very useful repelling spell, it is truly a multitasker. Waddiwassi!" he exclaimed and performed a stabbing motion with his wand. Peeves rotated in the air for a few seconds as the spell threw him about five feet back, it looked like he was hit with an invisible projectile.

Remus gained admiring gasps from the students.

Hessie snorted with laughter, covering her mouth so she wouldn't spit out the tea she’d just sipped from her chipped thermo flask. It came out of her nose instead.

"That was so cool, professor!" Dean Thomas mused as Peeves flew away, loudly complaining with foul words. Remus turned around and gave him a warm smile.

"Thank you, Dean! Let's move, shall we?"

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"I'd love to ask my wonderful assistant for today to do a little demonstration. Would you be so generous, professor?" Remus beckoned to Hessie. She did a little curtesy, making the students giggle in anticipation. She took a bite of her pumpkin pastry and took her wand out of the tweed vest.

Hermione and Harry answered Remus's questions about the nature of a Boggart and the advantages of fighting it in a group. The closet in the middle of the room ominously shook every few moments, rattling with every move. Everyone in the room trembled as well - from fright. Except for the two teachers.

"By all means, professor."

A few nervous chuckles accompanied her as she positioned herself in front of the ornate cabinet and brushed off pastry flakes that settled in the corners of her lips with the back of her hand.

She took a quick glance at Remus for a green light and he nodded. Then she pointed the tip of her cherry wand at the object’s door, following up with a soft swing.

The doorknob twisted with a loud click and several students jumped at the noise. They were anxiously waiting on what will come out. A couple of gasps and squeals echoed through the classroom when black mist slowly floated out of the cabinet and materialized into a bony, clawed paw.

A tall, pale creature stumbled out of the closet and fell on its knees. Its ears were large and pointy, skin shrivelled and a sickly shade of white. The patches of fur that scarcely speckled it were thin, the only consistent amount of hairs was on the top of the beast's head.

It slowly rose on its huge sinewy legs and straightened its back, at least as much as the big skeletal hunch allowed it to. Its long snout twitched as it smelled its surroundings, the damp tip of it moved up and down when it locked its glowing yellow eyes with hers.

Loud thumps filled the air as it vigorously swung its stubby tail and repeatedly bumped into the open door behind it. The children backed away in panic, a few stumbling right into the wall. Harry soundlessly gasped when the creature stepped towards Hessie, its chest heaving in irregular wheezes.

She watched it with great caution, not taking a single step back when it threw its head back, took a deep breath and howled, its voice cracking. The creature's teeth were needle-sharp and crooked, dark blood was leaking from the corners of its lips.

Her eyebrow twitched when it set its eyes on her again. But it wasn't vicious. It wasn't a feral glare.

Its amber irises were glossed over by misery. Big salty tears were streaming down the beast's scarred cheeks. It looked at her with tremendous pain, pure, pristine agony.

A high-pitched cough hitched in her throat, but when Pansy Parkinson’s terrified squeak reached her ears, she forced out an exhale and swished her wand in a Z-pattern just as the beast raised its frail arm to swing at her.

"Riddikulus!"

A split second before the dirty claws were about to dig into her flesh, the figure warped into the same dark fog it originated from and then vaporized again - a fluffy grey puppy appeared in its place. She broke into a soft smile when the class started applauding with sighs of relief and cheers.

Even the most disinterested Slytherins were watching closely in awe. A lot of them actually whistled in admiration.

She crouched and scratched the dog behind the ear before pointing her finger at the cupboard. It barked and obeyed, stomping away with a chipper shimmy, its tail excitedly wiggling. It disappeared into the depths of the closet and she swung her wand again, closing the door with a loud bang. The object started rattling again.

Hessie stood up and looked at Remus. He was clapping, too, but he stared at the floor with a sad smile. She cleared her throat and turned around to face the class, theatrically bowing when the cheers got louder. She took another bite of her pastry and grinned. Remus walked up to her and chuckled.

"Wonderful, professor, thank you!" he beamed and stuck out his palm to shake her hand. She took it with a laugh and felt her features fill with familiar warmth when their fingers touched.

She hopped up on the windowsill that ran along the room and tucked her wand away, chomping down the last bite of her snack. She dusted off the crumbles from her fingers and watched as Remus called Neville to the front.

When he successfully polymorphed Snape's bat-like robes into his grandmother's clothes, the class erupted in laughter and she couldn't help but giggle as well. She couldn't deny the uncomfortable pit in her stomach, though.

The students formed a line and Remus rushed to the gramophone that was next to Hessie, carefully placing one of his well-used vinyl records on top. A cold shiver ran down her spine when her gaze fell on the slender fingers that took the needle and gracefully pressed it on the record.

A catchy swing melody filled the room and Remus grabbed an apple from a wicker basket prepared on a tea table next to him. He took a bite and excitedly wiggled his eyebrows at his friend, twirling around to face the crowd.

"Parvati!" Remus called the petite girl to the front and watched as Snape twisted into a gigant snake. She stumbled backwards with wide eyes. When she heard the encouraging roars of her friends, she waved her wand and another pop echoed around the room. It changed into an oversized jack-in-the-box.

Hessie scrunched her nose.

Not much better.

She seemed amused and satisfied, though, so Hessie gave a little clap and whistled while motioning Seamus to continue. One by one, the students took turns in front of the closet, successfully morphing the Boggart to their will. She shook off disgust when Ron came up and Dean’s incapacitated zombie hand warped into a full-grown Acromantula.

"Steady, Ron!" she cheered and took another pastry from the packet in her pockets.

"Wand at the ready, Ron!" Remus clapped and rolled up his sleeves, watching Ron's twisted expression. He let out a small squeak when the Acromantula clicked its mandibles. Then he finally moved his wand.

"Riddikulus!"

With a loud snap, all of the spider's legs disappeared. Its body rolled around the ground like a furry ball. Cheers and laughs mixed with the lively music. While Ron didn't look a hundred per cent convinced, he grinned and backed away, giving high-fives on his way to the back of the row.

The round torso rolled around the room and stopped at Harry's feet. He was up next.

All colour drained from Hessie's face when Remus looked at her with wide eyes, an identical memory flashing behind his eyes.

Pale, nearly transparent skin peeling off of a face that still carried some eerie resemblance to handsomeness. Glowing red eyes with serpent-like slits for pupils. A green light ricocheting off a disarming spell. Deafening ringing in their ears as they held each other's hand in a tight cramp, apparating away from the annihilated battlefield.

Remus jumped in front of Harry as nonchalantly as possible, right before the Boggart infiltrated the boy's mind.

"Here!" Remus exclaimed and raised his wand. The fuzzy globe bounced off of the floor like a volleyball and hung in the air for a few seconds before dissolving into a shiny orb surrounded by clouds. Hessie accidentally crushed the pumpkin pastry between her fingers, forcing down a dry swallow.

"Riddikulus!" he commanded, calm and collected. The orb burst open and a cockroach appeared instead, falling on the floor with a dull slap. Remus ignored Harry's confused shrug and searched for Neville in the crowd.

"He's weak, Neville! Finish him!" he waved his hand and Neville awkwardly jogged to the front and pointed his wand at the insect, more confidently this time. It changed back into Snape for a split second.

"Riddikulus!" the boy loudly yelped. Everyone caught a flash of his grandmother's red handbag. Then the Boggart turned into a small whirlpool of black smoke before imploding with an echoing boom, leaving behind a few crackling fire sparks.

The whole class erupted in loud cheers and feverish clapping along with both professors.

"Wonderful, everyone, truly professional work!" Remus stuck his wand into the wicker basket to applaud properly.

"I'm very proud of you all, what a joyful show!" Hessie agreed, giving everyone thumbs up.

"So, five points to Gryffindor and Slytherin for each student that participated, ten points to The Lion for Neville, as he faced the Boggart twice. And five points for both Harry and Hermione."

"But I haven't done anything!" Harry questioned, his expression as puzzled as his voice. Remus smiled.

"You and Hermione answered my questions correctly! Everyone, this has been a wonderful lesson, thank you!"

"A small homework for the lot of you, read the chapter on Boggarts in your textbooks and write a short essay on methods of recognizing and eliminating them. The deadline is Monday, so you have plenty of time, no stress. Thank you, dear colleagues!"

Hessie clapped once again and hopped back up on the windowsill, watching the excited students say their goodbyes and flow out of the classroom until it was empty.

They were boasting to each other about how well they dealt with the dark creature. Remus let out a heavy sigh, clearly content. Hessie chuckled and tucked a loose hair behind her ear.

"Very enjoyable, sir," she mumbled, smirking when he proudly straightened his back. His fist involuntarily flexed at the way the title rolled off her lips. He cleared his throat.

"Not so bad yourself, madame. They seemed to understand quite well, don't you think? I feel like they all have a lot of potential." he closed the closet door with a swish of his wand and leaned against the wall next to her, taking a big bite of his apple. She nodded.

"I just hope…you know -"

"Yeah. I'm sure he will understand. Harry is a smart boy."

Strange silence filled the room. Hessie felt like she could hear Remus's thoughts sprinting through his brain. She took a shallow breath to say something but he was faster.

"I did not realize your Boggart was still…I mean, I didn't think that…"

He fell silent. Stumbling through his explanation wouldn't be coherent enough for her to understand. She started shaking her head furiously.

"No, no. No, Remus. Don't do this to me right now. You know damn well why it's -"

"I'm sorry, Mimi."

"Don't you dare even imply that I would -"

A maternal voice disturbed their hushed conversation. McGonagall's elegant figure entered the chamber, her hair tied in a tight bun. A stark contrast to the mess on Hessie’s head.

"Ah, here you are! Albus told me you have your first lesson today. Did everything live up to your expectations?” she asked, her kind smile as professional as ever.

The two of them exchanged a quick look before Remus cleared his throat, trying to swallow the apple pulp completely.

”Of course, prof- Minerva. They all did their part and eliminated the Boggart Albus was talking about. I feel like they’re all way smarter than we were at that age.” he chuckled and McGonagall pursed her lips.

”I highly doubt that.” she simply stated, her voice full of brutal honesty. Hessie painfully bit her lip to contain a wide smug grin that was cracking her professional smile. The older woman sighed.

“Glad to hear that, though. Anyway, I just came to invite you to our Quidditch practice. I am sure you will find that Potter is even more similar to his father than you think."

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