#oc: victoria rosewood

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[the-al-chemist]

The Beginning of a Symphony - Chapter 16

Summary: Ethel and Selene become Suffragettes.

OCs featured: Professor Lavinia MacMillan @kc-and-co, Selene Fraser and Carolyn Nyberg @lifeofkaze, Adelia Selwyn @thatravenpuffwitch.

OCs mentioned: Victoria Summer @whatwouldvalerydo, Lottie Gallagher and Lysander Mercury @slytherindisaster, Winona Rosewood @usernoneexistent, Marigold Sterling @that-scouse-wizard, Siobhan Llewelyn @kc-and-co.

Warnings: discussion of misogyny.

April 1896

“Miss Hexley, what are you doing there?” Professor Macmillan, the Herbology teacher, asked Ethel, one eyebrow raised at the ropes that were currently binding her wrists to the banister of the grand staircase.

“I’m campaigning, professor,” Ethel informed her. “Professor, did you know that Muggle women are not legally permitted to partake in political discourse or even to vote?”

“I was already aware of that fact, yes.”

“Well, do you not think that this is a dastardly miscarriage of justice? I certainly do. That is why Selene and I have tied ourselves to the banisters. We are showing our solidarity with the poor souls, and raising awareness about their plight.”

“I see,” Professor Macmillan frowned. “And where is Miss Fraser?”

“Over there,” unable to point, Ethel jerked her head in the direction of the flight of stairs where Selene was tied to another banister, deep in conversation with a group of Ravenclaw girls from their own year. “We thought that we might cover more ground if we worked the stairs separately. We are hoping to recruit more members for our society.”

“Society?”

“Yes, the Society for Witches in Support of Women’s Suffrage. Or, S.W.S.W.S. for short. So far, it is Selene, Victoria, Lottie, Winona, and me. Would you like to join, too? We are hoping to have our first meeting this evening, and yours really would be a very welcome presence.”

“I appreciate the offer, Miss Hexley, but I’m afraid that I am off schoolgrounds this evening,” said Professor Macmillan. “But I am glad that you are spending your time focussing on such a worthwhile cause, rather than making trouble.” She smiled and nodded her head at the Slytherin girls walking down the flight of stairs towards them, “Perhaps you shall have more luck with these young ladies.”

“I sincerely doubt that,” Ethel muttered as Professor Macmillan walked away, but she raised her voice and greeted the girls with a wide and winning smile anyway. “Carolyn, Adelia, Marigold! You are all strong, independent witches.”

“What do you want, Hexley?” Carolyn Nyberg asked, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Well, seeing as you asked, I dare say that I should rather like your help. You see, my dear sister Selene and I are attempting to bring about a great societal shift that will benefit the Muggle members of our sex to no end.”

“Are you now?” Adelia Selwyn raised one eyebrow.

“Yes. You may not be aware, Pureblooded as you are, that Muggle women are not privy to the same rights that are afforded to their male counterparts in regard to matters of a political nature,” said Ethel. “Naturally, this is most unjust, and it is this injustice that the Society for Witches in Support of Women’s Suffrage wishes to correct. We are currently looking to recruit new members to the society and-”

“Are you in charge of this society?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Then we are not interested,” Carolyn gave Ethel tight-lipped and insincere smile.

“But Carolyn, do you not care that Muggle women are not allowed to vote?”

“Not enough to want to spend time with you, Ethel.”

“Well, there is no need to be rude,” Ethel pouted, and the Slytherin girls began to walk away. She attempted to appeal to the better nature of the one bringing up the rear. “Ophelia, what say you? Do you wish to join the society?”

“No,” Ophelia Burke shook her head, frowning as if confused. “I don’t see the point. Why would a woman want to vote when she could have her husband do it for her?”

Ethel’s jaw dropped, and she was about to launch into a lengthy explanation as to exactly what the point was, when the staircase moved, carrying her away from the Slytherins, settling so that her flight of stairs was directly adjacent to Selene’s.

“Hello!” Ethel called out.

“Hello,” replied Selene. “How’s the recruitment going for you?”

“I’m afraid that it could be better,” Ethel admitted. “No new members yet, but Professor Macmillan did say that we could use her greenhouse to hold the meeting tonight.”

“Did she? How wonderful. I shall have to tell that Shiv that is where we will be meeting.”

“Shiv’s decided to join?”

“Yes, I was speaking to all of the girls from their dormitory. They said that they’d all be delighted to join us.”

“Even Héloïse Perrault ?”

“Well, she did not say so in quite so many words, of course,” said Selene. “But she nodded her head. So I assume she will be joining. Though I’m not certain that she understood what it was that she was joining, precisely.”

“That is no matter, we can tell her later if necessary,” Ethel told Selene, whose staircase began to move. “Farewell, Selly!”

“Goodbye, Effy!” Selene called out, as she was carried away by the moving staircase. “And good luck!”

Selene’s well-wishing must have worked, because no sooner had she departed than Ethel was approached by her brother.

“Ah, Jimmy. Just the person.”

“Oh, um… Er, Effy, what are you… That is to say, why are you… Did you tie yourself to the staircase or was this one of Lysander’s pranks?”

“You know as well as I do that I would never fall prey to such a jape as this,” Ethel said, offended by the very insinuation. “No, this is no jape at all. Quite the opposite, in fact. I am partaking in a vital humanitarian campaign. One in which I am most in need of the assistance of my dear little brother.”

“I am less than one hour younger than you!”

“Even so, I am the elder, and so you must assist me when I ask you.”

“Must I?”

“Yes. That is how families work, Jimmy.”

Jim sighed, deeply and almost crossly. “What assistance… Why me? What is that you want from me?”

“Well, as you are so interested, I shall tell you,” Ethel beamed, “Selene and I are setting up a political movement, and require campaign posters. You are always doodling away, I thought that you might like to lend your artistic talent to our noble cause.”

“No,” Jim said quickly. “No, I do not wish… You know my drawings - drawings, not doodles - are private. I don’t like to…”

“What is the point in you doing all your sketching if you ever intend on letting anyone see the finished results?”

“That is not… They are not for others, just for me.”

“Jimmy, please! We are in desperate need of an artist!”

“There are others who fit that description. Lysander might-”

“We are not that desperate,” Ethel scowled at the very idea of Lysander Mercury being a part of her society. “Oh, don’t be such a downer, Jim! Be a good, supportive brother and come to my incredibly important meeting.” She sighed, before smirking and changing tack, “You know, Héloïse will be there.”

“And why… That is not… Um, really?” Ethel nodded, and Jim took a breath before nodding his head. “Very well, Effy. But, er, this is only because you are my sister, you understand?”

Ethel’s smile widened, and she tilted her head at her brother, who averted his eyes.

“Oh, I understand perfectly, Jimmy.”

[lifeofkaze]

An Explosion of Scent

Lineage Challenge - Day 5

It's Day 5 of @kathrynalicemc Lineage Challenge and today's task is this:Write a small one-shot story about any member(s) of your family or any lore the family has.

I originally wanted to write something about Selene's father and uncle Gordon and Mortimer Fraser, but Selene took centre stage of this day (again). And why is that?

Because thanks to timezones, it is now officially my queen's @whatwouldvalerydo birthday!

I'm wishing you the best day, Queen, full of love, laughter, good coffee and strong drinks. May the next year be the best one yet (omg it will be), and I can't wait to cuddle you in person. No, you don't get a say in this. Thank you for being in my life and making it more amazing everyday 💛💛💛

A/N: OCs mentioned or featured belong to @whatwouldvalerydo (Victoria Summer), @the-al-chemist (Ethel Hexley), @usernoneexistent (Winona Rosewood, Glenn Rosewood), @slytherindisaster (Lottie Gallagher, Lysander Mercury) and @thatravenpuffwitch (Adelia Selwyn). Warning: Sethel deserve to be a general warning at this point

“This had better be good, I am warning you.”

A scowl followed Victoria’s words. She looked left and right between her two friends, who were pulling her along the corridors of Hogwarts, her frown deepening with every flight of steps she was ushered down.

“You know us,” Ethel explained from her right side. “How do you have it in yourself to believe that there is even the slightest possibility for our endeavour to go awry?” 

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly think what might have given me such a notion,” Victoria replied stuffily. “Except maybe the flying ferret that whizzed through our dormitory this morning, making Winona fall out of her bed, knocking an inkwell over Lottie’s books and ending up crash-landing in the middle of my perfumes.” 

“That really was a series of most unfortunate events,” said Selene, walking on Victoria’s left side. “Poor Alan. Who would have thought he’d be so aerodynamic?”

“Yes,” Victoria hissed, “who would have thought? I should have reported you to Glenn. You really outdid yourself this time.”

“But it was an accident!” Ethel and Selene protested in perfect unison.

“How is turning a ferret into a deadly missile an accident? The stench in our dormitory is abominable. I shall not go near it anymore.”

“It will pass before long, you shall see,” said Ethel levelly as they stopped in front of the Potions classroom. “But don’t be cross anymore now - we are here.” 

Victoria jerked her arms free of her friends’ hold. “I can very well see that. Are you inclined to tell me as to why we are here, as well?” 

Ethel and Selene shared a glance and giggled. Usually, that would be enough to make Victoria nervous; now, it only added to her irritation. She stemmed her hands into her hips and sternly looked between them. “I am listening.”

“We are here because we have a riveting surprise for you.”

“You could call it reparations if you really insisted to,” Ethel said, “although that would imply we did something to be held accountable for when it really wasn’t our fault at all.”

“None of this was anybody’s fault. Isn’t that right, Alan?” Selene cooed, scratching the ferret peeking over her shoulder beneath the chin.

Victoria hung her head and sighed in defeat. “Shall we get this over with?”

“As you wish.” Selene clapped her hands together in excitement. “Come then.”

Ethel pushed the door open, and Victoria was dragged into the dimly-lit classroom. The air was damp and fragrant, and Victoria frowned as Selene and Ethel led her to one of the high-legged tables in the corner. On top of it, a cauldron was bubbling over a small fire.

“You made a fire, set a cauldron on it, and left it unattended?” Victoria asked with an audible strain to her voice. She instinctively took a step backwards.

“Time management is everything when it comes to the fickle art of potion-making,” Ethel said matter-of-factly. “How can we afford to dally here when we could be with you, ensuring your spirits are high enough to match what’s awaiting you?”

Victoria felt increasingly uneasy as she eyed the perfectly innocent-looking cauldron. “So this is your surprise?”

“Indeed it is! None of us is obviously to blame for what has happened, but Ethel and I do feel incredibly sorry for ruining your perfumes.”

“Devastated, really.”

“Positively horrified. So we asked Carolyn Nyberg and Adelia Selwyn to help us with our project.” 

“And what exactly is the nature of your project?” Victoria asked. She leaned forward, inspecting the cauldron more curiously than apprehensively now. Knowing that Carolyn and Adelia had had their hands in this made her breathe a little easier.

“See for yourself,” Ethel smiled, taking Victoria's hand and pulling her closer, “or rather, smell for yourself.” 

Victoria bowed over the cauldron, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. Her frown smoothed out as a look of pleasant surprise crossed her face.

“Lemongrass, bergamot, and… is that pear?”

“Topped off with a sprinkle of currant,” Ethel said rather smugly. “Of course we never had a shred of doubt that you would identify all of the ingredients immediately. Isn’t our friend ever so astounding, Selly?”

“She is,” Selene smiled broadly. “We do hope you find it agreeable enough to start a new collection from it. Our very first perfume, Ethel! Can you believe it? And wasn’t it jolly good fun to brew it, too?”

Ethel agreed wholehearted. Recalling Carolyn and Adelia's pained expressions as they had passed her on their way to the library, Victoria somewhat doubted that sentiment had been shared on all sides. 

“You have done a marvellous job,” she praised them anyway and meant it. The perfume seemed surprisingly well-composed, and Victoria leaned forward, inhaling deeply for a second time. Selene and Ethel joined her, doing likewise. For a blissfully quiet moment, the three of them stood there, sharing daydreams of crisp but sunny autumn days. 

“Incoming!”

The three girls jumped at the cry coming from behind them. Something soared through the air, almost hitting Ethel in the head, and before Victoria could cry out or move away, a stoppered jar from the shelves on the walls came crashing into the cauldron. A wave of perfume splashed up high into the air and came raining down onto the shrieking girls. Ethel’s cry turned into outrage when she spotted the snorting figure doubling over in the doorway.

“Lysander!” she roared. “You wretched lump of foul deformity!”

“Oi, Hexley!” Lysander Mercury cackled, wiping a tear from his eyes. “That’s flatulent, even for you.” 

“That’s Shakespeare, you cretin!” 

But Lysander didn’t hear her. He was already off, dashing down the corridor toward the Hufflepuff common room. With a hefty curse that would have made Victoria blush hadn’t she been so used to it, Ethel set off after him, Selene close on her heels. 

Victoria watched after them until their voices had faded to an echo. The smell of the perfume had soaked into her dress, the intensity of it making her head spin. Her nose, more sensitive than most, was itching and it took all of her willpower not to be sick on the floor.

With a sigh, she wrung her hair out and looked between the now half-empty cauldron and Alan the ferret, who sat on the table looking rather sorry for himself. His little nose twitched, and he gave a tiny sneeze that made Victoria chuckle. 

“We and our sensitive noses, huh?” she said to Alan, picking him up and setting him onto her shoulder. 

Alan sneezed again in response. Having made sure none of Lysander’s friends were lurking in the shadows anymore, Victoria bent over the cauldron again, inspecting the remains of Selene’s and Ethel’s concoction. Satisfied, she glanced at the ferret on her shoulder with a smile.

“Let’s see what we can salvage from this, shall we?” 

[ao3feed-chicagofire]

Beginnings(?) Redux

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2SXQuz9

by joli_camarillo

VALENTINE'S DAY DRABBLES AND MORE

STATION 19

ALL RISE

ROSEWOOD

CHICAGO FIRE

MISTRESSES (US)

Words: 572, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Station 19 (TV), All Rise (TV 2019), Rosewood (TV), Chicago Fire, Mistresses (US TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Victoria Hughes, Victoria Ripley, Lucas Ripley, Andrea "Andy" Herrera, Andy Herrera, Robert Sullivan, Maya Bishop, Jack Gibson, kat noonan, MIke Boyce (Rosewood), Emily Lopez (All Rise), Luke Watkins (All Rise), Lola Carmichael, Robyn Taylor (All Rise), Annalise Villa, Beaumont Rosewood Jr., Gabriela Dawson, Peter Mills, Leslie Shay, Benly "Bennie" Donner (OC-Female Chicago Fire)

Relationships: Victoria Ripley/Lucas Ripley, Andrea "Andy" Herrera/Robert Sullivan, Maya Bishop/Jack Gibson (past), Kat Noonan/Mike Boyce, Emily Lopez/Luke Watkins (All RIse)

Additional Tags: Lost friendship, New love, Established Relationship, Married Life, Just Married, Beginnings

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2SXQuz9

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Art dump of some of mine and my friend's pokémon trainer ocs!!

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Look at that man, that's pure joy on his face. That burger's gotta be so good

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You know, Victoria didn't really think that "a nice night out with a friend" included basement raves and questionable substances on the floor, but you can't win em all . . .

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watch out y'all, I'm back to updating my pokémon ocs again

[usernoneexistent]

A/N: In ‘tales of the unexpected’ Winona gets caught being an accomplice in one of Sethel’s prank by her brother (which you can read here). So she conducts a plan to get back at Glenn which includes swooning their rival, Nolan Miller. Thanks to @cursebreakerfarrier for hosting this challenge.

Character featured: Victoria Summer @whatwouldvalerydo and Nolan Miller @hogwartsmysteryho.

Characters mentioned: Selene Fraser & Alan, Professor Figgs @lifeofkaze, Ethel Hexley @the-al-chemist, Oliver Gerard @kc-and-co, Professor Herron @cursebreakerfarrier.

Warnings: mentions of Sethel, dumb and impulsive decisions.

"Winona!" As her name was cried out in the cosy Gryffindor common room, the girl sank deeper into the lounge, knowing it signified trouble. Her kneazle, Emma was curled up in her arms. A shadow loomed over her as she finally looked up to see the caller of her name.

"Hello, my dear brother," putting on an obliviousness, Winona sat up properly to face Glenn.

"I'm not in the mood to play games, dear sister," he scolded. "I know it was you who told Hexley and Fraser where my soap was placed."

Oh dear, Winona had really gotten herself in a pit of trouble this time. Putting on her best act, she batted her eyelashes innocently, "I have no idea what you are referring to, Glenn—telling Ethel and Selene where your bar of soap was? Preposterous! I did no such thing!"

Glenn's stiffened his face, letting no emotion revealed upon his sister. He didn't buy the act. In fact, she instead admitted her guilt. The crime, simply answering a harmless question by Selene and Ethel, led to the most extraordinary transformation that Winona had ever witnessed in her fifteen years of living. The Gryffindor prefect walked in and sported bright, magnolia pink hair. He was made the laughing stock for days amongst everyone while simultaneously Selene and Ethel were the talk at Hogwarts to pull off such a defeat though their glory was short-lived. Glenn seemed to take this a little more personal this time, tracking all culprits one by one directly involved and indirectly through the past couple of weeks with detention.

"I'm telling mother about this, and we shall see how she responds," Glenn threatened.

"Fine, I did tell them where your soap was. Is this what you want me to say? However, don't tell mama that." Winona stood up, holding firmly onto Emma, ready to storm off and whine to her closest friend, Victoria, how unfair and ridiculous Glenn was.

"Your detention is to polish the silver for two weeks alongside Hexley and Fraser starting tomorrow. Consider this me being generous." With a tall stride, he walked away from Winona while he fixed the tie of a first year with the flick of his wand. She stuck out her tongue behind his back. Emma seemed tired of being held in Winona's arms and jumped to follow Selene's ferret Alan to play with him.

"Come on, Emma. Now you?"

-oOo-

Winona avoided Glenn at dinner, who was with Oliver Gerard, his closet and probably only male companionship. She was thankful for it; otherwise, she would have argued with him. A lot.

"Can you believe the audacity of my brother!" Winona started, taking a deep and dramatic sigh. " Giving me detention, his dear little sister!"

Her best friend, Victoria Summer, who was graced with patience, had to endure the dramatic retelling of how Winona got punished by her brother. However, Victoria knew that Winona had a tendency to go big and over-exaggerate the details.

"You know, Winona...I don't blame Glenn for reacting the way he is." Her tone her soft but firm. Victoria had this way of making one feel guilty without raising her voice in anger within mere seconds. "If I were him, I too would be upset to find out that my own sister would assist in such a horrendous prank. Poor Professor Herron, Professor Figgs and the grounds keeper had to clean up the mess and it took two weeks for the pink colour to be removed from Glenn's hair."

"Come on, Vicky. You are meant to be on my side." Winona played with her food, still angry about her brother. She looked behind Victoria and made the unfortunate mistake of catching the eye of a Nolan Miller at the Ravenclaw table. In the most unladylike behaviour, she stuck her tongue out. Nolan pulled a face back, being very gentlemen like of him. She couldn't stand Nolan and found he was as much of an arrogant composition of flesh and bones as her brother. Nolan would always try and beat Winona's test grades, using her to get back at Glenn due to the year gap between the two boys. So in Glenn's stead, she usually studied harder to beat Nolan's grades. Unfortunately, they mainly even out their grade averages, but Glenn would consistently rank higher than the two combined. Most of the time, anyhow.

The thought of Glenn alone seemed to rise anger in her, though another thought intruded. It was devious but Winona held onto the thought a little longer. She almost laughed at how ridiculous it was, but it would be insane enough to pull it off. The only and most genuine way to get back at her dear brother. But she would need Nolan for it to work.

Victoria turned to see who Winona was staring at. "Oh, Winona. You have got to stop this frivolous rivalry with Nolan."

"Actually, I was thinking of making amends with Nolan."

"Really?! It didn't look like that from my view."

"Well, I've decided that I'm going to make amends and end this pointless feud." Victoria was surprised but was happy nevertheless by Winona's decision.

Throughout September, Winona had made a conscious effort on her appearance and actions around Nolan. While they argued back and forth with witty remarks, she tried to be less harsh. Even though it made her sick to her stomach, she had congratulated him on his better test score in defence against the dark arts. During detention, she had used that time to think of further ideas on how to make advances toward the Ravenclaw. She had even gone as far as to ask Euphemia Macnair for flirting advice which turned out to be a primarily fruitless endeavour from the naturally shy Slytherin. Still, she had been able to provide some helpful books on swooning a man. Winona did as it said; she dropped her handkerchief several times in Nolan's presence and stole more not-so-secret glances. Over time, Nolan's responses softened and were more courteous than previously before.

Finally, Winona snuck off to the astronomy tower in early October at one in the morning. Her favourite place in all of Hogwarts is to observe the stars of Orion, Polaris and her favourite Vega. The tower had a strangely calming effect on Winona. It was a place to gather her thoughts with a quill and parchment, where she wrote her articles for the school newspaper. Still, tonight she would write something different, something she had read but never written. A love letter. The receiver would be Nolan Miller. If things go well and he falls for her, it would mean she has achieved the first part of her plan.

The quill scratched on the parchment. Winona carefully curved the letters and thought of the right words to say. It would be best to come across as a secret admirer, praise him and inflate his ego.

Dear Nolan,

I have a simple confession to make. I have been observing you since the Summer. You may not have realised, but anytime you walked past me, stolen a glance or even merely daydreaming about you, it made my heart leap like a frog hopping on a lily pad. You consume my thoughts day and night, and how I wish I could be nearer to you, of your brilliant mind and extensive knowledge. It took me a lot of courage to finally pour out these deep affections I hold for you. However, I believe a letter would not be enough to describe in every single way how I yearn for you and your affections. I would like to propose that we could arrange a meeting at the beech tree by the Great Lake on the morning of this Saturday. I must confess again that some of me are selfish, and I wish to see if you would reciprocate my sentiments. However, I would still die happy tomorrow if I am able to express to you in person even if you don't share my affections.

Of the deepest of my sincerities,

Your secret admirer

Winona looked out from the open window of the tower and aimed the folded letter shaped like a bird at the Ravenclaw tower. The letter swooped through an open window with a flick of the wand and a gust of wind. She prayed for it to be sent to the right window but wrote To Nolan clearly so it could be sent properly. If someone else found it, then at the very least, she hoped they were kind enough to give it to him. All she can do is wait for him tomorrow.

-oOo-

She was too nervous to the point of regret. Her stomach twisted and churned as time passed slowly. Winona paced up and down from the beech tree to the edges of the lake, allowing the tips of her recently shined boots to touch the body of water. She had contemplated multiple times if she should back down and pretend like it was a horrible joke gone wrong. Though despite the nerves, Winona was not one to easily back down, so she persevered. No, Glenn needed to suffer like he made her suffer by manually cleaning the Prefect bathroom for almost a month.

"Winona Rosewood?" She nearly jumped out of fright. The Gryffindor girl had not paid enough attention to her surroundings and noted the approaching figure. Nolan had arrived with her letter held in hand. "What are you doing here so early?"

She took a deep breath, masking her best shy face. "Well, I was waiting for you, Nolan."

Nolan's eyes squinted before widening as he came to a quick realisation.

"You are my secret admirer?!"

"I am embarrassed to admit it but...yes," Purposefully, she looked away. "It was a painful realisation as I once thought I detested you but only to uncover to my surprise that I actually do harbour tender affections for you."

"Well, this explains a lot. I was wondering why you had such a sudden change in heart towards me." His arms crossed but held on tightly to the letter. He didn't seem angry or upset with her, which was a good sign in her mind but he didn't seem as warm as she had liked.

"I know it must be a surprise to you but..." Winona continued on her best act. "Would you still be interested in courting me despite our past?"

There was a pregnant pause. Winona felt her blood pumping in her ears. Never had she been so nervous, not even during her tests, had she been so scared at this very moment. Nolan contemplated her offer, but some hope bloomed within her when she noticed his mischievous smile.

"Sure."

"Really?!" It came out more eagerly than anticipated as a faint smile widened. While the confession and acceptance weren't precisely what Winona had thought. Her only references were her Jane Austen novels and her half-brother, Colin telling her of his love declaration to Euphemia. It was certainly better than she had thought. "Well, we ought to arrange a meeting soon. To get to know each other better since we are courting now."

"How about tomorrow?" Nolan suggested. "We could take a walk around Hogsmeade."

"Sounds like a date then."

They walked back to Hogwarts castle together. They stuck to small chatter, but Winona couldn't help but keep her smile on. While the most challenging part of her plan to get back at Glenn was complete, it was time for the easiest part. She just needed the right person to spread some rumours at Hogwarts and she just knew the right one.

[usernoneexistent]

This is my master post for all my written short stories for the summer break prompt challenge that I'm hosting for which you can find the list here. I hope you enjoy and this time my running theme is songs as titles to set the mood/idea of each story instead of a little blurb. BTW, there are more OCs that are in the stories but they are not the main.

Day 1: Seashells ~ Með hækkandi sól (ft. Juniper Moss & Marwa)

Day 2: Hat ~ Somewhere only we know (ft. Colin Moss x Euphemia Macnair)

Day 3: Watermelon ~ Watermelon Sugar (ft. Zola Albatross and Rory McTavish)

Day 4: Travel ~ Girls just want to have fun (ft. Winona Rosewood & Victoria Summers)

Day 5: Water ~ Yakety Sax (ft. Glenn Rosewood, Ethel Hexley, Selene Fraser, & Alan the ferret)

Day 6: Fireworks ~ Teenagers (ft. Duncan Ludwig & Marceline Lane-Adler)

Day 7: Sunset ~ Woodland (ft. Tarragon Weasley-Moss, Patrick Hopper-Lee, Dylan Amari & Saffron Summers)