#penny haywood x tulip karasu

[domaslut]

LOVE ME LIKE YOU.

Starring: Merula Snyde x f!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff!

Plot: you have to pick a date for the incoming Ball and all of your friends seem to have suddenly picked an interest in you. No one, however, made you feel as alive as Merula did. After a tormented night spent wide awake in your bed, you finally confront and confess your feelings to the lovely brat you have fallen in love with.

REQUESTED BY: @btvdc

VALENTINE’S DAY EVENT: “LOVE ME LIKE YOU”.

Quote: “Last night, I laid in bed so blue 'Cause I realized the truth They can't love me like you I tried to find somebody new Baby, they ain't got a clue Can't love me like you”.

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“Let me guess… You haven’t picked a date yet, have you?” Tonks quizzically inquired, plopping down on the empty seat next to you.

“Bingo” you shortly replied, fidgeting with the umpteenth note you had received since the beginning of the week. Where did all of these secret admirers come from? Further more, why did they not sign their gushing letters, if they desperately yearned to be your date for the Ball? You were officially done with them and the absurd situation they were putting you through.

Your pink-haired friend chuckled and propped her chin over her hand, her bright eyes scanning the Great Hall in search for a potential candidate to accompany you to the infamous Ball “What about Andre? He has declared countless times that you’re his muse… I wouldn’t be surprised, if one of these notes has been sent by him?” she observed, pursuing her lips at you.

You averted your droopy eyes from the note to your ravenclaw friend, who was currently showing a new, expensive fabric to a rather joyful Penny. Well, maybe Tonks was not wrong about Andre… But the blonde potioneer was probably one of the other anonymous senders. You thought you had recognized her calligraphy earlier and, judging by the languid glances she was directing to you from across the room, there was no doubt about it. Penny had a crush on you.

“You’re probably right, but I’m not interested in him… And, for what can matter, I’m not going to choose Penny either. – you said, folding your arms over your chest – She’s way too sweet and pure to be my perfect match” you clarified, lolling your head back in dispair.

At this point, you had almost given up on going to the Ball. If a romantic experince had to turn into a stressful loop of anxiety and dissatisfaction, you would have rather spent the night locked up in your dorm, cuddling your pets.

Tonks snickered and stood up, shooting a knowing look at you “Ouch, poor Penny... Well, then I guess I should probably let you know that Tulip heard Talbott and Badeea talking about you in the ravenclaw common room yesterday. – she casually informed you, stretching her arms over her head – Actually, they were arguing. I mean, isn’t it weird? They’re both so calm and rational, then again they’ve lost control over you!”.

Your left eye twitched, your hand ripped up the note in your hand at the shocking revelation. When did she think it was the right time to let you know about it? Not that you were going to consider them as an option in the first place, but you would have surely avoided them down the corridors earlier. Any kind of interaction would have been detrimental in your desperate search for the right date.

“Tonks! – you whined, stomping your foot as a sign of irritation – Is there something else you wish to tell me?” you rhetorically asked her, palming your forehead.

She shook her head and turned her back at you “Nah, I’mma go to bed. And you should do the same!” she replied, ambling towards the exit calmly, as if she had not just dropped a bomb.

She was right. Maybe you were just too tired. And, maybe, you had already made up your mind. You knew who your heart desired, who you enjoyed sharing your meals, or butterbeers with. You had a fling with her. Nothing official, yet something important. You had not kissed many times. Actually, you had barely kissed. However, the way your lips brushed over hers, and the fact that the spark igniting your heart that very night was still vividly stuck in your mind were a clear sign that you were in love with her.

Dragging your feet along the floor, you made your way to your dorm and slipped under the covers without even changing into a proper attire. You were too stressed, too nervous and you struggled to fall asleep for hours. You tossed and turned continously, as you tried to make up your mind. You were conscious that, if you decided to pick her as your date for the ball, this time it would have been forever.

“Fuck it, alright?” you cussed, rolling on your back and staring at the ceiling.

Did anyone else make you feel the way she did? No. Was there someone else residing 24/7 in your mind? Of course no…

“Well… Maybe Barnaby? Argh, who am I kidding? He is always so sweet with me. Just stop, Y/N! I love her! There is no going back. I choose her” you said, maybe a little bit too loud, considering it was 2 o’ clock in the morning. One of your roommate groaned out in frustration and threw a pillow in your direction, that you easily dodged.

“Shut the hell up and ask her out. I wanna sleep...” she ranted, slithering back underneath the blankets to try to get some sleep.

The morning after, you met her at breakfast. You had a very hard time to approach her, especially when Ismelda shot daggers in your direction and seemed to be a minute away from jinx you. Your purple-eyed crush, on the other hand, had no troubles in glaring at her and making you the center of her attention.

“So, what’s the matter? Have you slept last night?” she commenced, cocking her head to the side.

You rolled your eyes at her and rubbed the back of your neck in distress “Please, Merula, don’t make things so damn complicated. – you complained, locking eyes with her – Be my date. I … I’d very much like it, if you just said yes” you blurted out, cheeks flushing up as she stared at you dumbfounded.

“Are you serious?” she asked, blinking skeptically at you.

“Yes, I am”.

“Prove it then” she challenged you, folding her arms against her chest.

You chewed on your lower lip in nervousness, fists clenched at your sides as you pondered her request. You were there, opening your heart to her, making the first step, and she had the audacity of teasing you? Was it not clear enough that you were serious about your proposal? Yet, that side of her personality, what most of your friends loathed about her, was exactly what drove you crazy.

“I love you” you simply quipped then, watching her lips parting in disbelief. Yet, you were done playing games. Sticking up to your intent to make your relatioship official, you cupped her heart-shaped visage in your hands and smashed your lips against her ones.

That was the kiss you had dreamt about for years. That was the kiss you craved and the one you could not wait up until midnight to finally steal from her. Merula was completely shocked, as if a lightning had struck her and she was left fuzzy and disoriented right after it.

“No one is quite like you” you breathed out, pressing your forehead against hers.

She blushed, pulling you in for another brief kiss “I get to have the last word, though. Don’t forget it” she joked, winking at you.

You chuckled and took a step back, bowing your head as a sign of resignation to her umpteenth declaration of her supremacy “See you tonight, miss Snyde”.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there!

Happy Valentine’s Day, guys! This is the first request I had got from my “Valentine’s Day Event”. I will publish the other ones in the next few days. I hope you have enjoyed this drabble♥️

And, if you cannot find me online on tumblr, just text me on my wattpad account: Domaslut! I hang on that platform quite a bit❤️

x o x o

[hpshipbattles]

ROUND ONE SHIPS

(keep in mind these are all randomly created from a pool of 64 characters. we are not here to debate dark ships vs light ships, we are here for fun. Feel free to suggest ship names for anything you see)

Lysander Scamander x Remus Lupin (Remsander)

Augustus Rookwood x Elphias Doge (Rookdoge)

Pavarti Patil x Blaise Zabini (Blavarti)

Lorcan Scamander x Septimus Weasley (Septorcan)

Victoire Weasley x Cassandra Vole (Vicsandra)

Neville Longbottom x Severus Snape (Sneville)

Minerva McGonagall x Horace Slughorn (Wiseslug)

Hermione Granger x Cornelius Fudge (Fudgmione)

Nearly Headless Nick x Tom Marvolo Riddle (Brainteaser)

Penny Haywood x Fleur Delacour (Penfleur)

Ron Weasley x Petunia Evans (Rontunia)

Hannah Abbott x Kingsley Shacklebolt (Shacklebbott)

Rita Skeeter x Yann Fredericks (What if we just called these two Yeet?)

Dennis Creevey x Dolores Umbridge (Creevbridge)

Rowan Khanna x Dorcas Meadowes (Rorcas)

Nymphadora Tonks x Firenze the Centaur (Centonks)

James Potter x Marcus Flint (Jarcus)

Rose Granger-Weasley x Dobby the House Elf (Robby)

Delphi Riddle x Qui LeBlanc (Augurvamp)

Molly Weasley II x Barnaby Lee (Barnolly)

Luna Lovegood x Penelope Clearwater (Lovewater)

Harry Potter x Pansy Parkinson (Hansy)

Sebastian Sallow x Chiara Lobosca (Loballow)

Barty Crouch Jr. x Albus Dumbledore (Albarty)

Sirius Black x Tulip Karasu (Prankstar)

Lily Evans x Madam Rosmerta (Lilymerta)

Cho Chang x Helena Ravenclaw (Cholena)

Fabian Prewett x Grant Chapman (Grabian)

Hestia Jones x Regulus Black (Restia)

Draco Malfoy x Albus Severus Potter (Dralbus)

Lily Luna Potter x Scorpius Malfoy (Scorlily)

Lavender Brown x Percy Weasley (Paperseer)

My bad for jinxing us guys as I was spinning this I wondered if we were actually going to get Scorbus and then the wheel decided to do something funny. some of these ships are ships I’ve seen before and I was surprised by how many of them could probably actually be enjoyed by people. but yeah suggest ship names if you have any ideas I did put down the ship names for ones I knew or ones that I could easily come up with myself.

(rules and submitted characters)

[unfortunate-arrow]

𝐎𝐂 𝐱 𝐎𝐂 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: A Masterlist — 1960s-2010s

An open offer for oc x oc interactions for all of my HP OCs and the types of relationships that they’re open for! This also functions as a masterlist for my Hogwarts dorms. In addition, everyone featured will only get one tag to avoid breaking the post.

Interactions for ocs born between the 1870s & 1950s can be found here.

The preference is for mutuals and the ability to slip it the (few) storylines. If any of them strike your interest, please comment, reblog, send an ask, or DM and specify with the OCs’ names.

Extra Info:

Total Number of OCs: 18

Number of OCs Open for Dormmates: 12

Number or OCs Open for Friendships: 16

Number of OCs Open for Love Interests: 1

Eras: HPHM, Golden, HPMA, Next Gen

𝙷𝙾𝙶𝚆𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚂 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚈

Huck Fitzgerald

b. november 28, 1972 | saggitarius

hufflepuff | muggleborn | irish | entp | enneagram type 6w7

in a different universe than the ruth & the o’donnells

a little more removed from the drama of ‘R’ and the cursed vaults

an orphan and raised by his aunt and uncle from the age of 5

traveled quite extensively with his aunt and uncle who are both in fields related to archeology and therefore knows how to hold a very basic conversation in a few different languages

more of a cat person than a dog person

makes friends easily, although most aren’t close friends

healer to stay-at-home dad to ancient studies professor at hogwarts

Love Interest:

Dorm: Huck | Rohan Khanna | Diego Caplan | Reid Van de Lune (kc-and-co) | Marty Raymond (@hogwartsmysteryho)

Open for: Friendships

Ruth Lyman

b. july 17, 1973 | cancer

ravenclaw | muggleborn | irish | jewish | infj | enneagram type 8w9

not involved very much in the cursed vaults, she works more as a background character like levi kidd

raised by her father and her grandmother in a bakery in dublin, ireland

a quieter soul who spends time alone but enjoys being with other people

a literature nerd

works as a tutor for the younger students while at hogwarts and for a few years between the end of hogwarts and the start of the wizarding world

a children’s book author and later, the charms professor at hogwarts

Love Interest: Conor O’Donnell

Dorm: Ruth | Badeea Ali | Tulip Karasu | Isabelle Dubois (@endlessly-cursed) | Lyse Spindle (@magicallymalted)

Open for: Friendships

Ryan O’Donnell

b. august 18, 1973 | leo

gryffindor | half-blood | irish | esfp | enneagram type 8w7

the firstborn quadruplet, although the second born child

chaotic disaster quad

most involved in the cursed vaults mystery

“i hate mysteries, they need to be solved” vibes

the rolling stones over the beatles any day

impulsive and kind and someone that you can count on

puts on a front that he’s always brave and has everything together

has a bit of a reputation for causing trouble

plays chaser on the gryffindor team and has a friendly rivalry with his sister, cara

cursebreaker

Love Interest: Penny Haywood

Dorm: Ryan | Ash Khanna | Ben Copper | Jae Kim | Charlie Weasley

Open for: Friendships

Cara O’Donnell

b. august 18, 1973 | leo

slytherin | half-blood | irish | enfp | enneagram type 8

the second born quadruplet and the third of five siblings

disaster bi quad

chaotic and messy, but she’s still put together

enjoys quidditch and skateboarding, but no other sports

plays chaser on the slytherin quidditch team and has a friendly rivalry with her brother, ryan

artist who eventually becomes an illustrator

Love Interest: Rowan Khanna

Dorm: Cara | Ismelda Murk | Merula Synde | Liz Tuttle | Semele Thorne (endlessly-cursed)

Open for: Friendships

Sara O’Donnell

b. august 18, 1973 | leo

hufflepuff | half-blood | irish | esfj | enneagram type 2

third born quadruplet and the fourth of five siblings

soft sweetheart quad

has a tendency to put others’ problems and needs ahead of her own

always willing to lend a hand, especially to her friends

would say that tonks is her best friend

worked in the hospital wing in her sixth and seventh years

was named prefect in her fifth year

not the most invested in the vaults, but she’s going to help out her siblings

healer

Love Interest: Barnaby Lee

Dorm: Sara | Nymphadora Tonks | Penny Haywood | Rowan Khanna | Chiara Lobosca

Open for: Friendships

Conor O’Donnell

b. august 18, 1973 | leo

ravenclaw | half-blood | irish | istp | enneagram type 5

youngest quadruplet and child

least involved in the cursed vaults mystery and is fully done by his sixth year

honestly, he’s usually just here because of his siblings

keeps to himself and hard to get to know

stutters and because of this, he doesn’t speak much and deals with feelings of fear, shame, and aniexty

also swears like a sailor and has no shame about it

plays seeker for the ravenclaw quidditch team

really good at nonverbal magic

architect

Love Interest: Ruth Lyman

Dorm: Conor | Talbott Winger | Andre Egwu | Victor Ketsueki | OPEN

Open for: 1 dormmate

𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚂

Camila Valdez

b. september 19, 1979 | virgo

slytherin | half-blood | spanish | irish | american | cuban | intj | enneagram type 5w6

second of five children

attended hogwarts in the same years as harry & co.

silently beefs with draco malfoy because she thinks he’s an insufferable jerk

named prefect in her fifth year and headgirl in her seventh (much to her immense surprise)

becomes the astronomy professor in 2004, at the age of 24

is helping to raise her two youngest siblings, amada and joaquin who were both born in 2000

she’s a fair professor, willing to give out second chances to those who earn it

Love Interest:

Dorm: Camila | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, colleagues, 4 dormmates

Nicholas Wraxall

b. february 2, 1989 | aquarius

hufflepuff | muggleborn | american | australian | mbti | enneagram type 1

hogwarts professor (still not sure what exactly he teaches, what subjects don’t have ocs?) and head of hufflepuff

orphaned at the age of 12 and then adopted by an eccentric and wealthy pureblood wizard

gained a reputation for being the weird american kid during his time at hogwarts

played seeker while at hogwarts

worked as an auror for a few years before becoming a professor

became a professor by accident

his reputation as a professor is the hot professor that half the hogwarts student body has a crush on

totally oblivious to student crushes

either teaches muggle studies or flying

Love Interest: Frances Fersen (@endlessly-cursed)

Dorm: Nicholas | Harker Hartford (potionboy3) | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: 3 dormmates, friendships

𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙲 𝙰𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙳

Finn MacKade

b. december 30, 1996 | capricorn

ravenclaw | muggleborn | irish | english | istj | enneagram type 4w3

eldest of four boys with an identical twin brother

an avid photographer who is rarely seen without his camera

plays chaser while at hogwarts

someone who is good during a crisis, but terrible at handling the aftermath

kind and trustworthy but private and introverted

takes the big brother role pretty seriously, but not always the strongest with it

becomes a professional photographer and works for the daily prophet for about a decade before moving to free lance work

Love Interest: Scotty Rosier (@drinkyoursoupbitch)

Dorm: Finn | Efesto Vecellio (@nicos-oc-hell) | Duncan Ludwig (@usernoneexistent) | Jimmy Crouch (@potionboy3) | OPEN

Open for: Friendships

Nate MacKade

b. december 30, 1996 | capricorn

hufflepuff | muggleborn | irish | english | istj | enneagram type 2w1

second of four children with an identical twin brother

soft, sweet, kind, sunshiny, big heart

massive history nerd and one of the few students who have never fallen asleep while binns is teaching

nate’s a great friend, but he doesn’t open up very much

usually wears his heart on his sleeve

often puts others ahead of himself

a bit of a people pleaser

archivist then historian and finally, history of magic professor at hogwarts

Love Interest: Nova Hartley (@gaygryffindorgal)

Dorm: Nate | Quincey Alderly (gaygryffindorgal) | Conner Everett (@amerrymystery) | Zephyr Mercury (@slytherindisaster)

Open for: Friendships

Jack Whitten

b. february 28, 1997 | pisces

slytherin | muggleborn | irish | english | estp | enneagram type 7

reckless af and a bit of a trouble magnet

dyslexic

not a fan of quidditch, much to everyone’s surprise

he likes fishing, soccer/football, and hurling… and broom racing

has an identical twin brother

his recklessness is a result of abandonment issues as his parents disappeared when he was a baby and no one knew anything about it until about twenty years later

magiopalentologist

Love Interest: Sage Carridan (@kc-and-co)

Dorm: Jack | Maxim Raeburn (potionboy3) | Levi Vecellio (nicos-oc-hell) | Isander Yaxley (gaygryffindorgal) | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 2 dormmates

Benedict Whitten

b. february 28, 1997 | pisces

ravenclaw | muggleborn | irish | english | intp | enneagram type 6

prefers to spend his free time in the outdoors

he has abandonment issues and thus, doesn’t let himself have too many close relationships

very hard to get know

goes by “ben” sometimes, but absolutely hates being called “benny”

tends to bottle up his emotions

he ends up joining the frog choir by accident

plays seeker on the ravenclaw quidditch team

he starts his working life as an archivist before being hired as the curator to the scamamder wizarding natural history museum in london

Love Interest: Lottie Turner

Dorm: Benedict | Marco Han (magicallymalted) | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Thea Whitten

b. may 29, 1997 | gemini

gryffindor | muggleborn | irish | english | vietnamese | esfp | enneagram type 4w3

the middle of three sisters, both of whom are muggles

thea’s an avid baker

she’s the cousin of jack and benedict, whom her parents are raising

her mother passed away when she was thirteen

shows her love via flowers

she has a big heart and is soft but chaotic

she plays beater on the gryffindor quidditch team

herbologist who later owns her own florist shop

Love Interest: Noa March (@thatravenpuffwitch)

Dorm: Thea | Mary Ann Von Dynne (endlessly-cursed) | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 2 dormmates

𝙽𝙴𝚇𝚃 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽

Sophie Pembroke

b. january 7, 2000 | capricorn

ravenclaw | half-blood | irish | welsh | english | isfp | enneagram type 4w5

eldest of three with a younger brother, rhys, in hufflepuff and a younger sister, emmy, in gryffindor

her mother died when she was nine and then her father had a stroke when she was sixteen

tends to keep to herself, although she doesn’t mind other people’s company

tea lover

plays keeper on the ravenclaw quidditch team

stubborn, sarcastic, and doing her best but feeling like she’s failing herself and everyone else

descendant of max pembroke through his son, harry, and william devlin through his daughter, lucy

inherited max’s cat allergy

wandmaker

Love Interest: Luke Battersea

Dorm: Sophie | Victoire Weasley | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 3 dormmates

Luke Battersea

b. july 21, 2000 | cancer

gryffindor | half-blood | irish | scottish | english | intp | enneagram type 5

youngest of five by quite a bit

sole survivor of the attack that killed his parents and older siblings when he was six

grief-ridden and generally kinda of angry

acts like everything is no big deal and that he’s cool with it, but really, he’s got a lot going on

grumpy old man energy

dog lover and a star wars nerd

plays seeker on the gryffindor quidditch team

obsessed with finding the truth about why his parents were murdered

great-grandson of simon battersea, through his son, oliver, and edmund kennedy, through his daughter, cecilia

Love Interest: Sophie Pembroke

Dorm: Luke | Joaquin Valdez | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 3 dormmates

Declan O’Donnell-Lee

b. september 1, 2001 | virgo

slytherin | half-blood | irish | english | istp | enneagram type 3w4?

eldest son and second of four children born to sara o’donnell and barnaby lee which also makes him the second oldest of the ten o’donnell cousins

dyslexic

the odd one out amongst his family

sports boy through and through

plays seeker for the slytherin quidditch team and is eventually named captain of the team

dog lover

plays quidditch professionally as a seeker for the ballycastle bats

Love Interest: Callie Black (@mjs-oc-corner)

Dorm: Declan | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 4 dormmates

Quinn Power

b. december 1, 2004/5 | sagittarius

slytherin | half-blood | irish | american | english | estp | enneagram type ??

middle of five children with two older brothers, kevin and jason, a younger brother named orion, and a younger sister named cassidy

a werewolf who was bitten at the age of five after his parents accidentally angered a werewolf

plays beater for the slytherin quidditch team

demisexual and biromantic

angry in general, mostly at himself

grumpy loner

descendant of minerva kennedy

career is tbd

Love Interest: Open

Dorm: Quinn | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: A love interest of any gender, friendships, and 4 dormmates

Jude Cozens

b. june 13, 2002-2005 | gemini

gryffindor | muggleborn | american or canadian | ixxx

hockey obsessed

doesn’t know who his father is

moves to the uk because his mother got married

angry about the move to the uk and very disappointed by the lack of hockey

has played ice hockey since he was little, he plays center

highly allergic to bees, so he carries an epi-pen

heterosexual

very new and undeveloped, plus his name might end up changing (previously nico, now jude)

Love Interest: Noor Verna-Dhendron (@legilimenace)

Dorm: Jude | Scott Morris (potionboy3) | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: 3 dormmates, friendships

[jfpisadearqueerdeer]

Sirius, Remus, and Tonks' Funeral

Since Sirius never got a proper funeral, Harry sets it up so that he has one with Remus and Tonks (even though there is no body, he still believes Sirius deserves a funeral).

Since Remus and Sirius don't have many people to give them a eulogy, Harry asks Minerva McGonagall to do so. She nearly cries when he asks and definitely cries during the eulogies.

She talks about the good old days when they were just school boys, pranksters, (lovers)... She tells stories about the two marauders that were less attached at the top, more intertwined at the heart.

Charlie gives Tonks' eulogy, with Teddy in his arms, and he tries not to cry, but when Teddy wails in confusion and his hair color switches to pink, everyone in the audience can see a few tears slip down Charlie's cheek.

Obviously, Bill, Penny, Tulip, Andre, Liz, and Barnaby are there as well and when Charlie can't seem to finish his speech, they take over for him, telling stories about the girl they had once been best friend's with.

Tulip and Penny tell the story of how Tonks got them together, and appreciatively look at their adoptive children, Primrose, who is four years old, and Basil, who is less than a year old.

The funeral ends with Harry casting a spell, spelling out the words “Mischeif Managed” in the sky.

[stella-323]

I ship this mc and talbott 💘

[alice-beaumont-ravenclaw]

Até mais, Rio!

A/N #1: Finally! The final fic of the Brazilian series! Here are all the other fics of the series:

Ola do Rio! | Hottest Spot South of Havana (Part 1) | Hottest Spot South of Havana (Part 2) | A Wonderful Surprise | História | Feliz Ano Novo! | Gone Garotas | Sempre Aqui | Corcovado e Samba

Alice's outfits -> HERE

Let's go!

“Make sure you don’t leave anything behind,” said Alice as she packed her suitcase on the bed.

“More importantly, make sure you don’t leave any dungbombs behind,” shouted Penny, taking a look at Tulip and Tonks in the living room.

“I would never!” exclaimed Tulip, hugging the small supply of dungbombs she had brought with her.

“I’m still trying to figure out what to wear today! If I dress for Rio, I’ll freeze in London. If I dress for London, I’ll combust in Rio,” said Tonks, scratching her head as she stared at the clothes piled up in her suitcase.

“Do what Alice is doing! Wait, unless it’s Andre who thought of this?” said Penny.

“I’m not completely inept in the fashion department!” exclaimed Alice as she made her way to the living room. “Just adapt what you are wearing for today to fit London’s weather once we are at the airport. See, while I’m currently wearing a dress with short sleeves and sandals, at the airport, I’ll add tights, switch the sandals for ankle boots, put on a jean jacket over my dress and change my sunhat for a winter hat.”

“But where am I suppose to put those extra items? I was planning to close my suitcase and not open it until I’m back home as I’m pretty sure all my clothes will come outpouring the moment I open it.”

“Don’t you have a carry-on suitcase?” asked Penny.

“No… and I don’t think my combat boots and my jeans will fit into my backpack. Not to mention my jacket,” said Tonks looking at Alice with puppy dog eyes.

“Ugh, fine, you can put them in my carry-on,” said Alice, shaking her head as she went back into the bedroom.

“Thank you!” said Tonks, dropping unfolded clothes and her boots on the bed Alice and Penny had been sharing.

Penny picked up the boots and placed them on the floor. “So, you and Charlie have a date today, huh?” she asked, looking at Alice with a knowing smile.

“Hmmm? Oh, I mean, I guess. We are the only ones going to the botanical garden. Why did you want to go to the Maracanã Stadium again?” asked Alice, eyebrow raised.

“My father wants me to bring him back a souvenir from it. He’s a big football fan,” said Penny, shrugging.

“Right… What about Tulip and Tonks?”

“Well, let’s just say they had no interest in the botanical garden and that there’s no way we’re leaving them without supervision,” replied Penny as she remembered threatening her two friends if they even hinted at being interested in the botanical garden.

“I see,” said Alice, staring straight at Penny.

“Anyway, aren’t you happy to have some alone time with Charlie before we head back to Hogwarts?”

“Yes, of course, but it’s not like we had zero alone time while in Rio. When we went to eat at the Garota da Ipanema bar, for example.”

“Which was cut short when you came back because Tulip and Tonks were missing.”

“What about that time we spent alone on that trail on Sugarloaf Mountain?”

“Didn’t Tonks and Tulip also interrupt that moment?”

“Ok, what about the moment we had alone at the museum?”

“Because museums are sooo romantic.”

“Oh! What about when he brought me to that gorgeous library? We were not interrupted by the dynamic duo in the other room, and it was really romantic, even if a library may not fit your idea of romance.”

“Ok, so you had one uninterrupted romantic moment. Aren’t you glad you’re getting another one?”

“Sure, of course…” said Alice, looking at the sea over Penny’s shoulder.

“But?”

“It’s just… There’s something I…” started saying Alice.

“Oi! Alice! Andre wants to know if you’re ready because Charlie is done,” shouted Tonks from across the living room.

Alice gave a flick of her wand, making all her clothes, as well as Tonks’, neatly fold themselves into her suitcases. “Tell him I’m coming,” shouted Alice as she grabbed her bag and her hat.

“She’s coming!” shouted Tonks.

“I’m standing right in front of you,” grumbled Andre, rubbing his ears.

“Oops, sorry,” said Tonks, letting out an embarrassed laugh just as Alice passed her.

“Looking good, Alice!” said Andre as he took her hand to spin her around. “Maybe not as good as if I’d prepared your outfit…”

“Andre…” Alice said through gritted teeth.

“But good nonetheless. I’m clearly having a positive influence on you,” he said with a smile. “Now go have fun with your Dragon Boy. He’s waiting for you by the elevator.”

“Thanks! See you both later!” said Alice as she ran to join Charlie before they both entered the elevator.

“I wish I were going to the botanical garden with them,” said Tonks as she watched the elevator’s doors close.

“Didn’t Penny convince you to leave them alone or something?” asked Andre.

“Convinced us? You mean she threatened us!” exclaimed Tonks.

“She said she would make us confess all our pranks to our Heads of House. Though I’m not sure how she could do that,” chimed in Tulip.

“Veritaserum,” said Penny, appearing behind the two girls.

“Gah!” exclaimed Tulip.

“Damn, she can be scary,” whispered Andre as Penny walked away.

“And you don’t even share a dorm with her,” added Tonks.

As Charlie and Alice arrived in the lobby, they saw Alanza walking toward them, two tickets in hand.

“Here you go: two tickets for the botanical garden,” said Alanza, handing both tickets to Alice as well as some money.

“Wow, they were cheaper than I thought,” said Alice as she put everything inside her bag. “You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

“Oh, it was my pleasure. Not to mention, residents of Rio get a better price for those tickets.”

“Wait, but won’t they check at the entrance to make sure we are residents?”

“Nah, you should be fine. Now, go! Go enjoy your last day in the marvellous city,” said Alanza, pushing toward the door.

The young couple got inside a taxi and spent their ride looking out the windows, soaking up the atmosphere and rhythm of Rio. Alice looked out toward the beach as their taxi drove down Avenida Atlântica, while Charlie looked at all the tall buildings on the other side. A lot of people were outside enjoying the beautiful temperature. The beach crowd was so big that Alice couldn’t even see the sea, just a sea of people, with little kids running around. Charlie had a better sight of the buildings, as no matter the number of people on the sidewalk, they couldn’t hide those tall buildings.

They could hear music playing outside from the various kiosks along the beach. Alice thought that the hustle and bustle of Rio was very different from the one in London. Rio’s was more laidback and fun, while in London, it was… grey. Oh, how she would miss the sunshine, the blue sky, and the ocean. No N.E.W.T.s to worry about here. No reputation to live up to. Just life to enjoy…

Lost in those thoughts, she hadn’t noticed that they were now driving on a small street with trees before going on a turnpike. Charlie looked in awe at the sudden open space that contrasted with the narrow streets they had just left. A big lake stood in the middle of buildings and mountains as if they had entered a completely different city.

“Look!” he said, nudging Alice out of her daydreaming.

“Hmmm?” she blinked as she looked toward what Charlie was pointing. “Oh, that’s the Rodrigo de Freitas Lagoon.”

“You think we could walk around it after we visit the botanical garden?” asked Charlie.

“Sure, I don’t see why not,” she said with a weak smile before looking out her window.

“Hey, is everything okay?” asked Charlie, noticing her far-off look.

Alice cleared her throat before turning toward Charlie with a bright smile. “Of course, everything is perfectly fine.”

Charlie stared at her face. While her smile seemed to confirm she was fine, her eyes betrayed the turmoil inside her head. “Alice, what’s going on? Did something happen?”

Alice shook her head. “It just hit me that this is our last day, and, I don’t know… I just don’t want this to end. Sunday, we go back to Hogwarts, back to studying for our N.E.W.T.s, back to dealing with R, back to trying to figure out my future, back to living up to everyone’s expectations…”

“You’re living up to mine already,” said Charlie, smirking.

“Oh, shut up, Weasley,” replied Alice, letting out a small laugh.

“There’s that laugh. Ok, let’s make a deal. Today may be our last day, but it’s just starting, so let’s enjoy it to the max,” said Charlie, lifting Alice’s chin with his index. “Let’s make some amazing memories so that we can get through that Scottish winter we have to go back to and face our N.E.W.T. preparation. Truth be told, just thinking about those exams makes me want to cry.” Charlie slightly pouted.

Alice looked at Charlie with a playful smirk. “Alright. Let’s enjoy today and not think about the future. Deal?” asked Alice, holding out her hand.

“Deal!” replied Charlie, shaking her hand as he smiled that big smile of his she loved so much. “And just in time as it seems we have arrived.”

Their taxi had indeed crossed a pair of intricate metal gates before stopping in front of the entrance. After paying the driver, they headed toward the gate where an employee checked their tickets. To Alice’s relief, the employee just let them in after briefly looking at their tickets. Either there was no indication on the ticket that it was paid using the price for the residents of Rio, or the employee simply didn’t care. The moment they crossed the gates, they were surrounded by trees and various plants, much to their delight.

“This is quite different from the Forbidden Forest,” pointed out Charlie as they walked down a path.

“I hope so! I don’t want to bump into an Acromantula,” replied Alice, shivering at the idea.

“Even with all those trees, I don’t think they could hide anywhere here,” said Charlie as he looked at all the trees surrounding them. “Truth be told, I always imagined botanical gardens to have more flowers than trees.”

“I guess it depends on the botanical garden. But the actual sight to see here is a row of imperial palm trees.”

“A row of trees is the thing to see here? Can it be distinguished from the other rows of trees?”

“I’ve seen pictures, and it’s truly gorgeous!” exclaimed Alice as she quickened her pace.

“Oi! Wait up, Beaumont!” said Charlie as he tried to catch up to her.

At the end of the path they were walking stood a building, another entrance to the park that gave onto the street. Next to it was a row of palm trees, which, while it did have a certain charm to it, did not impress Charlie. But Alice completely ignored it and instead turned onto the alley facing the building.

“Alice, wait, I think the row of…” started saying Charlie as he caught up to her before looking at what she was facing. “Wow…”

“Told you,” said Alice, holding onto his arm as she looked at the imperial palms perfectly aligned along a path that didn’t seem to end. “Oh! We should ask those tourists over there to take our picture!” she added as she ran toward a couple of tourists.

“Wait, Alice, we don’t have a camera,” said Charlie as he ran after her.

Alice stopped and took out a camera from her bag. “You were saying?”

“Since when did you have a camera on this trip? I don’t think I saw you take one picture this week.”

Alice smiled sheepishly. “Oh, I found it this morning while I was packing. Completely forgot I had brought it with me. That’s why I want someone to take a picture of us here. I want at least one souvenir from this memorable trip.”

Charlie smiled as he shook his head, looking at her talk to those tourists. While Alice was usually the most prepared person he knew, there were times like these when she would completely forget about something and not realize it until the last minute. That was Alice. As much as some of her characteristics contradicted others, that’s what made her so unique in his eyes. He never really knew what to expect from her…

“Charlie!” yelled Alice, gesturing for him to come closer.

Charlie briskly walked to join her. “So, did they accept to take our picture?”

“No, I just decided to give my camera to a random tourist. Of course, they accepted. Now, put your arm around my shoulder, and I’ll put mine around your waist. There!” she said before looking at the tourist holding her camera and giving him a thumbs up. “Ok, we’re ready!”

The man of the couple took a few pictures before handing the camera back to Alice. “Where are you guys from?”

“The UK,” said Alice as she put the camera back into her bag. “What about you two?”

“I thought I recognized the accent! We’re from Georgia,” said the woman with a southern drawl.

“I hear it’s a lovely place. Well, thank you for the pictures and enjoy the rest of your trip,” said Alice before walking away with Charlie.

After walking a few feet away, Charlie turned to Alice and said, “I honestly didn’t think people from Georgia sounded like that.”

“Well, I guess that, even if a country is close to Russia, and was part of the Russian empire and the Soviet Union, doesn’t mean people will speak with a Russian accent.”

“True. I guess it’s something one should be more mindful about.”

With that, they turned onto a minor pathway, still surrounded by trees. Every time they turned onto a new path, they only saw more trees. Despite the lack of flowers, the young couple was still enjoying their time as the trees were of different shapes and sizes, not to mention hiding birds that provided a lovely background noise to their promenade. With the sun rising in the sky, the trees also provided a nice amount of shade, something to not overlook in the Brazilian summer heat.

They eventually arrived at the Japanese garden, which had a dark wood gazebo, a bright red traditional Japanese bridge, as well as a small zen garden and a pond.

“Oh, isn’t it peaceful here,” said Alice, leaning on the bridge’s railing.

“Sure is…” replied Charlie, taking in his surroundings.

“I would love to see a Japanese garden in Japan,” mused Alice.

“Already planning your next vacation?” asked Charlie, smirking.

“So what if I am?” she said as she took his hand, walking out of the Japanese garden.

“I feel you will go from Alice Beaumont, Curse-Breaker to Alice Beaumont, World Traveller,” said Charlie, smirking as he followed her.

“Why not both?”

“Why not both, indeed.”

They walked along another path aligned with palm trees parallel to the street right on the other side of the fence. The traffic noise and the sight of cars felt out of place after all the time they had spent surrounded by trees. Alice and Charlie were happy to turn onto a path that would take them away from the city noises. They were once again surrounded by trees and plants, eventually seeing a small pond with the statue of a fisherman.

They continued walking, getting deeper into the forest of the botanical garden, the diversity of the plants quite more impressive than in the area they were in at the beginning of their walk. While there were still plenty of trees, there were also bushes of various shapes and shades of green. There was also a pleasant smell surrounding them. While not the sweet aroma of flowers, it was nevertheless fresh and clean, a smell that reminded Charlie of the Forbidden Forest, but perhaps more tropical than the one from the forest in northern Scotland.

They arrived at an opening with more grass than trees, allowing for a great view of one of the many mountains surrounding Rio. They hurried their pace, trying to get back under the protective shadows of the tree as the sun was getting higher in the sky. In the cooling shade, they slowed down, trying to absorb as much of that coolness as they could.

They arrived at a large marble basin with a fountain that stood on a pile of artificial stones, in the center, surrounded by myrtles and between marble vases with ferns. There were four diametrically opposed boys at the base who, with vases, poured water into the basin and connected it to the central body by a curved ornament that formed the bottom of a large cup.

“How beautiful!” exclaimed Alice as she approached it.

Charlie wiped the sweat from his forehead. “I wish we could jump in it.”

“A very tempting idea, but I don’t want to spend the rest of my time in Rio being kicked out of the botanical garden,” replied Alice, laughing.

Charlie took a step closer, squinting at the fountain. “Wait, are these old men with long beards spitting water into that large cup in the middle? How odd!”

“Perhaps, but just above there are four statues representing the arts: Music, Fine Art, Poetry, and Drama. It’s those four statues that gave the fountain its name: Fountain of the Muses.”

“And how do you know all that?” asked Charlie, turning toward her.

Alice waved a small booklet. “From the small guide I took at the entrance.”

Charlie chuckled. “Of course.”

They returned to the imperial palm alley, getting deeper inside the botanical garden. Alice used her little guide to fan herself as the tall palm tree provided little shade. They eventually found their way back to a shadier part of the garden with low tropical trees and bushes. They enjoyed the breeze they could feel, the peacefulness, and the birds singing around them. It truly felt like a tropical paradise, even if Alice wished there had been flowers. Perhaps they were elsewhere in the garden, but part of her couldn’t wait for their visit to be over so that they could take refuge inside a restaurant, away from the heat of the Brazilian sun.

They eventually arrived at a pond full of giant Victoria amazonica water lilies. Some had their big white flowers opened, much to Alice’s delight.

“Finally! Flowers!” she said, clapping her hands. “I honestly would have been a bit disappointed if I hadn’t seen any.”

“I’ve seen a flower everywhere we’ve been,” said Charlie, winking at her.

Alice wrinkled her nose. “Charlie…”

“Too much?”

“Definitely. You sounded like Diego.”

“Yeah… I guess it was a bit corny. Just wanted to say that I’ve enjoyed my time with you here.”

Alice kissed his cheek. “That’s sweet and much more like you. By the way, did you know that there’s a legend about those flowers?” she said, pointing to her small booklet.

“No, but I have a feeling you’re going to tell it to me.”

“Right you are. So, the Tupi-Guarani tribe has a legend about the origins of that water lily flower. According to them, the moon, which they called Jaci, was a god that came down to Earth every night. One day, Naia, a young Native girl, fell in love with Jaci. The elders warned her that all the girls taken by the god were turned into stars, but Naia didn’t listen to them and went out looking for him. Night and day, she looked for Jaci, climbing hills to try and catch him, to the point where she became ill. One day, feeling weak, she decided to walk around a lake. In its reflection, she saw Jaci, and giving in to madness, she tried to catch him. She fell in the lake and drowned. Jaci saw her and transformed her into an extraordinary star: she became the flower of those giant water lilies.”

“It is beautiful and sad all at the same time,” pondered Charlie.

“Right? It gives those flowers an air of melancholy,” she concurred, taking Charlie’s hand as they walked away.

Much to their relief, the rest of their visit was primarily done in the shades of the tree. Trees were perhaps not as colourful as flowers, but they did provide more cooling shade, which was a massive advantage in this heat. They eventually reached a small cafe on the edge of the garden, which had plenty of shade, thanks to parasols, an awning, and a big tree looming over it. With the sun at its zenith, they decided now was a good time to take a break and eat lunch.

After they had eaten, Alice made a quick stop at the souvenir shop to buy souvenirs and two bottles of water.

“If we are going to walk around the lagoon in this heat, better to stay hydrated,” she said as they left the botanical garden and headed for the pathway that went around the Rodrigo de Freitas Lagoon.

They walked past a playground with children playing, both of them wondering how children could play in this heat. But said children were more used to the heat than those two Brits who were more accustomed to the ever-present drizzle of the British Isles.

Finally, the lagoon revealed itself, along with a magnificent view of the mountains, including the Corcovado, on top of which stood…

“Christ the Redeemer!” exclaimed Alice as she pointed at the cross-shaped statue at the top of the mountain.

“It does look small from here,” said Charlie, holding his hand over his eyes to protect them from the sunlight as he stared at the monument.

“It’s hard to believe that the giant statue we saw yesterday is the same tiny statue that we see here. I guess we must look minuscule to the people to the people that are up there if Jesus looks so small to us.”

“They probably can’t even see us,” noted Charlie as they kept on walking.

“True. Still, it’s nice to see it again. Oh! I’ll take a picture,” said Alice, taking out her camera.

“Will we even see it in the picture?” asked Charlie as Alice took some photos.

“Eh, even if we don’t, we can still see the mountain very well.”

With that, they kept on walking, their path crossing the ones of joggers and cyclists. Charlie couldn’t help but smile as he saw people exercising around the lagoon. It was no different than some of his fellow Quidditch players doing the same thing around the Black Lake. It seems like people, no matter where they were from, had a thing for training near a body of water.

Alice closed her eyes every so often to enjoy the slight breeze coming from the lagoon. She’d always felt at peace near water. Maybe it was because her own house was right in front of the Thames, or because her grandmother’s house in Ireland was by the sea, but whatever the reason, it always made her feel calm.

They eventually arrived at a little park surrounded by a low stone wall on which they sat to take a small break. As they drank from their water bottles and enjoyed the shade provided by the trees, they took in the view that stood in front of them: the lagoon, the buildings, the mountains, including the Dois Irmãos hill, the forest covering them, the blue sky with nary a cloud to be seen. Alice let out a sigh as she removed her hat.

“Are you ok?” asked Charlie, looking over at his girlfriend.

“Yeah, I guess so. I never really liked the end of vacations and the idea of returning to reality, but I guess it feels worse this time because it also means that I’m closer to the end of Hogwarts and an uncertain future.”

Charlie wrapped an arm around her shoulders, side-hugging her. "I wouldn’t call your future uncertain. Just one with too many options. But whichever you choose, I’m sure your future will be extraordinary."

“I feel like whichever path I choose, I’ll always end up disappointing someone.”

Charlie kissed the side of her head. “You’ll never disappoint me.”

Alice rested her head on his shoulder. “I hope not,” she sighed.

“I might have something to cheer you up a bit,” he said, taking a little box from his pocket.

Alice’s eyes widened. “It’s not…?”

“What? Oh, no! No, definitely not a marriage proposal. It’s actually what I wanted to give you for Christmas, but I knew what it might look like, and I didn’t want our mothers to get the wrong idea, so I decided to keep it for later.”

“Good thinking. Especially since my mom was convinced you would give me an engagement ring and was utterly disappointed when you ended up giving me The Labours of Hercules.”

“You should have heard what my mother said when I showed it to her. Anyway, remember when we went to that street market last summer?”

“Portobello?”

“That’s the one. There was a stall with a display of antique rings, including…”

“Posie rings! Oh, Charlie, but they were all too big for my fingers, and I didn’t feel right modifying such precious items.”

“I know, that’s why,” he opened the box, “I put it on a chain so that you can wear it as a necklace, close to your heart.”

Alice looked at the ring, the interior engraved with “Forget not he who loveth thee.” She turned around, lifting her braid so that Charlie could attach it around her neck. “I absolutely love it.”

“Glad you do.”

Alice turned around and kissed him on his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck. Charlie wrapped his arms around her waist, ready to deepen the kiss when they heard someone clearing their throat behind them. They broke away, looking behind them, to see an old woman glaring at them and saying something angrily to them in Portuguese.

“Desculpe,” said Alice, her cheeks a bright shade of pink.

The old lady walked away, still grumbling. Once she was clearly out of earshot, the young couple burst out laughing.

“Merlin! I can’t believe an old Brazilian grandma scolded us,” said Alice.

“I know! Now I kinda regret we don’t have that suite anymore,” replied Charlie, wiggling his eyebrows as he smirked.

“Charlie!” giggled Alice, shoving Charlie slightly away. “I think you’ve spent too much time with Diego.”

“He would say that, wouldn’t he? I was joking, though…” he said, grinning.

Alice laughed. “Come on, let’s keep walking,” she said, pulling her boyfriend up to his feet before they kept walking around the lagoon.

Once they were back at the hotel, they saw their friends hanging out in the lobby.

“Look! Our lovebirds are back!” exclaimed Penny, getting up from the sofa she shared with Andre. “How was the botanical garden?”

“It was nice, though not that many flowers,” said Alice.

“But you were the flower in the garden,” said Diego from his armchair.

Alice bit her lower lip, stifling a laugh as Charlie chuckled. “Yes, well, it was nice nonetheless, and then we went on a walk around the lagoon,” said the Curse-Breaker.

“That’s why it took you so long to come back! I was starting to wonder if we should organize a search-and-rescue party to go look for the both of you in the botanical garden,” said Tonks, kneeling on the chair as she leaned forward on the its back to look at them.

“I thought you had abandoned us to elope and live a blissful life in the tropical paradise that is Rio,” said Tulip, petting Dennis.

“Alice is leaving us?” asked Barnaby.

“No, no, but I do think she had a very nice last day here,” said Andre as he eyed Alice’s new necklace, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Very nice, indeed,” replied Alice, pleading with her eyes for Andre not to say a word about the necklace. “How was your time at the stadium?”

“Oh, I’ll tell you all about it. Now, why don’t we go and pick up our luggage at the reception,” said Andre, linking his arm with hers as they started walking away.

A few minutes later, all their suitcases were at the hotel's entrance being stuffed in the trunks of two taxis as they said their goodbyes to Alanza.

“If you ever need dungbombs, just let me know,” said Tulip before sliding into the back of a taxi.

“And if you ever need the service of a Metamorphmagus, I’m available,” said Tonks as she followed her best friend inside the taxi.

“Thanks,” said Alanza, chuckling before turning toward Barnaby. “I had a marvellous time with you,” she said, kissing him on the cheek.

Barnaby’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “Hum, me too,” he said quickly before getting into the second taxi.

“Isn’t he adorable,” said Alanza as she turned to Alice. “I hope you enjoyed your time in Rio.”

“Oh, I sure did. I wish it weren’t already time to say goodbye,” replied Alice.

“Not goodbye, but até mais,” said Alanza as Alice looked at her quizzically. “It means ‘see you later’, as I am sure you will come back to Rio,” she explained.

Alice looked around her. The beautiful hotel, the beach, the blue sky, the sea… “Yes, I’ll definitely come back,” she said, hugging her friend.

Andre pulled her toward the other cab as she was about to enter the taxi in which Tulip and Tonks were. “Don’t think you can escape me, Curse-Breaker,” he whispered, still eyeing her new necklace.

“Wait, why is Alice going into your cab? That means we’ll be stuck with Diego!” said Penny as she hugged Alanza.

“We can make the most of it,” said Diego, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You sit at the front!” replied Penny, pushing him toward the front seat of the girls’ taxi.

After they had all said their goodbyes, they waved at Alanza as their taxis left the hotel, heading toward the airport. Andre was sitting between Alice and Charlie, asking questions about the ring on a chain around Alice’s neck. Alice and Charlie simply glanced at each other and remained silent while Barnaby sat in the front looking outside the window pensively, his cheeks still pink.

Even with Andre’s constant questioning, Alice was glad she shared a taxi with him and not with Penny. Even if the Hufflepuff girl hadn’t noticed the necklace yet, she knew it was only a question of time before she would, and she would not be as discreet about it as Andre. In fact, she found it odd that Andre had noticed it straight away. Sure, he was always aware of what she wore, but he didn’t look surprised when he saw it. He looked more like he was expecting it. She was about to ask about it when their taxi stopped in front of their terminal.

Everyone got out of their cabs and took out their suitcases, placing them on trolleys. Once they had passed security, they went to the bathroom to change and be ready for the English weather awaiting them. Alice stuffed her beanie in her bag, her jean jacket hanging over her arm as she left the bathroom. She joined her friends in the waiting area near their boarding gate, being the last one ready. Alice pointed to her tights when Tonks pointed out how long it had taken her.

“Try to put these on in a tiny toilet cubicle,” grumbled Alice.

“The price of looking cute,” replied Andre.

“At least you approve of my outfit,” said Alice, smirking.

After eating dinner, they were soon called to board the plane, and the flight went without a hitch, most of them sleeping throughout. They arrived in London at noon, most of them feeling a bit groggy from the jetlag. After picking up their luggage, the group divided itself into two: Penny, Diego, Tulip, and Barnaby were heading home, except Barnaby, who was going to stay with Diego, and Alice, Charlie, Tonks, and Andre, who were all going to stay at Alice’s house until the next day, when they would take the Hogwarts Express to head back to school.

As the latter group waited for a taxi, Alice leaned toward Charlie. “Did Andre know about this?” she whispered, touching the ring on her chest.

Charlie bit his lower lip, looking down. “I may have asked for his help when I didn’t know how to give it to you since I knew it was too big for your fingers and that you wouldn’t want to alter it,” he admitted.

Alice nodded. “Explains that knowing smile he had when he saw it.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be? I would have done the same thing in your stead. He is Andre Egwu: Style Wizard, after all,” she said, a smile slightly tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Speaking of Style Wizard,” said Andre, popping his head between them, “I will use the time I have at your place to plan some fabulous outfits for your final months at Hogwarts. I have missed your closet so much.”

And just like that, Alice’s vacation was over.

A/N #2: And it's goodbye, Rio (for now). Thank you to everyone who has helped me when I was still in the planning stage. Thank you to everyone who came on this journey south of Havana with me, even if it took a million years. Thank you to everyone who has reblogged and commented on the fics of this series, it means the world.

My next series will be about Alice's short Quidditch career, which takes place in her fifth year, so after the Celestial Ball series, but before she starts dating Charlie. Well, at least at the beginning. I will make an announcement on my main as I might need characters to fill out Quidditch teams, so stay tuned!

[hphm-stuff]

Hi.. I saw your post about hphm writing ask. Would you like to write some fluff about Talbott and my MC Viviana (Viv) please. Even Any fluff about Talbott alone too would be more than enough for me 🙂. Looking forward to it . Thanks and have a great time 🌸

I love Talbott and was really excited to get this request! As a general rule, I just right x reader fics so that everyone can enjoy them. I’m more than happy to write the fluff, and I really hope you enjoy it! I took this and ran with it, so hopefully it’s to your liking!

Pairing: Talbott Winger x Reader

Warnings: None, pure fluff.

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: Lil’ eagle boy overworks himself often, and you have to step in to remind him to take a break, take a breath, and enjoy the little things. Like flower crowns.

Note: I can’t draw for the life of me, but I would literally pay for a picture of Talbott with a flower crown. Please message me if you would let me commission that or something.

Flower Crowns

It was a Saturday, and you couldn’t find Talbott anywhere. You knew, knowing him, that he would be studying somewhere. The library? Too loud. His common room? Also too loud. His dorm? Not enough room for all his books at once. Your feet took you toward the abandoned Transfiguration classroom before you even realized where you were going. It was quiet, out of the way, and empty until Monday. That was the perfect place for him to go to focus. You stopped in front of the classroom and pushed the door open. It creaked gently, and you winced as you stepped in. You knew your boyfriend, and knew that he hated to be interrupted while studying. His head whipped around. The look on his face was a mixture of stress and annoyance, but once he registered it was you, it was replaced with a gentle smile. “Hey.”

“Hey. I was just looking for you.”

His smile grew ever so slightly and his voice took on a playful tone. “Miss me that much? We just saw each other last night.”

With a roll of your eyes and a light smile, you moved to occupy the vacant seat beside him. You turned to him, noting the literal mountain of books beside him. They had to be stacked at least a foot tall. A sigh escaped your lips as you looked over them. “It’s Saturday, T. Saturday afternoon. It’s a beautiful day outside. Why are you in here?”

He was scribbling something down on his parchment and answered absentmindedly. “There’s a Potions test on Monday, love. Don’t tell me you forgot.”

“Of course I didn’t forget. Do you do anything other than study?”

He looked at you like that was the dumbest question he’d ever heard. “You know I do other things. We went to Hogsmeade last weekend.”

“After I practically begged for you to go. I’d asked you every week, and you finally relented.”

He shrugged, almost brushing you off. “I want to do well in classes.”

“Talbott, you already do well in classes. I can guarantee you that you’ll walk into that Potions test and ace it, without even trying.”

He sighed. “I just want to make sure I do that.”

“You need to stop working so hard sometimes. You’re so smart, T. So smart. You need to take a day to yourself sometimes.”

He was staring at his books, but you knew he was hearing your words. You watched him from your spot beside him, waiting for any sort of response. When he was quiet for a bit, you prodded more. “You need to think about yourself, T. You’re going to overwork yourself and burn out.”

“I’m fine. Really.”

“When’s the last time you went a day without cracking open a book when you didn’t absolutely have to?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“Please, take a break today. Let’s go do something. I don’t want you burning out.”

“Let me just go over a few more things and then I’ll put the book away, alright?” he sighed.

You relented and kept him quiet company as he worked. It took hours of you trying to entertain yourself and pestering him for him to finally pack up his books. It was getting into the early evening when he finally packed up.

“Can we finally do something?” you asked.

There were only so many things you could do to keep yourself occupied in an empty classroom. You’d already roamed the class, looking at all the books that line McGonagall’s shelves. You’d looked through the books Talbott brought that he wasn’t using. You’d even stared out the window for longer than you even knew.

Talbott looked at you with a gentle grin and nodded his head. “We can do something.”

You grinned in response. “Meet me by the forest in ten minutes. If you’re not there, I’m coming to find you.”

“I’ll be there. I’m just going to put my books away,” he responded after a light chuckle.

You took his word for it and made your way back to your dorm, grabbing a bag and shoving a comfortable blanket in there. You also grabbed yourself a sweater, tossing it in the bag as well, just in case it got chilly later. Once you’d grabbed everything you needed, you set off toward the forest. Talbott had beat you there, and he greeted you with a playful grin. “For a second I thought I’d have to come find you.”

You rolled your eyes, grinning as you made your way toward him. You took his hand and led him toward the outskirts of the forest, far enough away to be safe. The area you chose was riddled with little flowers of all colours. You then set down the bag you brought with you, pulling out the blanket and laying it on the grass. You heard Talbott speak from behind you, the smile evident in his voice. “What do you have planned?”

You let out a soft giggle and moved to sit on the spread out blanket, patting the spot beside you. He sank down onto it, turning to you with a smile. You returned it. “I just wanted to spend some time with you. I feel like we haven’t had a full conversation in forever.”

Talbott was leaning back a little, his hands on the blanket behind him to support him. He scooted closer to you, his tone light. “Or, maybe, you’re too high maintenance.”

He was grinning, his tone light and playful. You gasped, feigning offence. “Excuse me?”

He laughed gently. “Clingy might be the better word? Attached? Maybe obsess-”

You cut him off with a kiss. He smiled gently against your lips as he returned it. When you pulled back, he was grinning. “What was that for?”

“Your Ravenclaw was showing. I needed it to stop.”

He laughed gently, leaning in to press a light kiss to your cheek. “You usually love it.”

“Not when you’re making fun of me.”

He grinned, moving to place an arm around your waist. You looked at him, taking in that beautiful moment with that beautiful boy. It struck you, just then, how far you two had come. Talbott, usually reserved, quiet and lonesome was different with you. He was almost carefree. It was a wonderful feeling, realizing that you brought this out of him, even if it was only with you. He pulled you out of your thoughts with a soft clearing of his throat. You felt a blush rise to your cheeks before looking away. “Sorry.”

He tugged you closer by the arm that was draped around you. At this point, your thighs were pressed against each other. You picked your head up to look at him, and found that he was already looking at you. “What were you thinking about, (Y/N)?”

You shook your head. “Nothing.”

“I don’t buy that,” he mused.

You gave him a timid smile. “Just thinking about you.”

“About me?”

“Yeah.”

“What about me? Good things?”

You giggled. “Always good things, T. Just shocked at how different you are with me than you are with other people.”

A grin took over his face. “What can I say? You bring out the best in me, darling.”

His cheesiness made you roll your eyes, but the smile on your face was sure to let him know that you appreciated the comment.

The two of you spent some time chatting out in the open field, enjoying each others’ company. You, at some point, absentmindedly started to play with the flowers around you. You picked one, and with a grin, stuck it in Talbott’s hair while he was mid-sentence. He turned to you, raising an eyebrow. “Really?”

You beamed at the sight in front of you. Talbott was a slightly intimidating looking guy, and the flower in his hair was in total contrast to that. “You look so cute.”

He dropped his gaze to the blanket in front of him. You caught the smile and the light blush that dusted his cheeks. You giggled softly, moving to lean into his side. He wrapped an arm around you. “Well, if it looks that good, I see no need to take it out.”

You continued to pluck some flowers, suddenly getting an idea. You started tying them together with the stems, starting to make them into a haphazard circle.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s a flower crown,” you replied as if it was obvious.

“A what?”

“Usually you need a wire to put the flowers on, but we don’t have that right now. You just tie the flowers together and make them into a circle that will fit your head.”

You glanced over at him and caught him starting to gather up his own flowers. A light smile found its way onto your face as you turned back to the crown you were working on. When you were finished, you proudly presented it to him. It was a floppy mess of stems and blossoms, but he looked at it like it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

“For you, my love,” you giggled as you set it on his head.

He grinned at you, halfway through his own. You took in the sight of him with the crown on his head, looking even more beautiful than he had with just the single flower in his hair.

The sun was setting, and the golden glow on him in that moment made your heart skip a beat. He looked so soft. So sweet. He didn’t even notice your staring as he was so focused on his own crown. He got it done a few minutes later and grinned as he held it up for you to see. It looked a lot worse than yours, but you loved it because he made it. He moved to set it on your head. “You, my darling, look radiant as ever.”

You giggled, and for what felt like the millionth time that night, blushed. The two of you sat together under the setting sun, chatting and cuddling up for warmth, or so he said. The night air was not, by any means, chilly, but you suspected that he wanted to be close to you without admitting it.

After sitting out there well past curfew, the two of you decided to pack it in for the night. Hand in hand, you walked toward the castle, still wearing your flower crowns. He walked you back to your common room and the two of you stood there for a moment. He finally spoke. “Thank you for convincing me to do something other than study. I needed that.”

You giggled. “I’m always happy to distract you. Those books get more attention than I do.”

“That’ll change, I promise.”

“It better,” you replied playfully.

He grinned at you, leaning in to place a delicate kiss to your lips. You placed a hand on your cheek as you returned it. When he broke away from it, he gave you a light smile. “Maybe we can do something else tomorrow?”

You grinned. “Of course. Any suggestions?”

“Doesn’t matter to me, as long as I get to spend time with you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

After one more gentle kiss, he was off to his common room. You watched him go, only turning to head inside when he was out of sight.

[adellovesrowan]

joining @immagrosscandy and @maleliddell ’s mc party !! heres my girl adel young’s fit for the party

lesbian in love with her disaster drunk girlfriend at the party:

[sagi-babe]

Sensitive senses

In the library...

Mc: *sitting next to Talbott chatting with Rowan*

Talbott: *try to focus on his book*

Mc: Oh hi Talbott! *she comes close to his ear to tell him a funny secret and blows when whispering to him, it wasn't even that close actually*

Talbott: *His skin bristles and he closes the book so fast to run flushed from his face to his neck* Damn, I can't ever concentrate with her around...

Mc: What just happened?

[rosachaotic]

Unfortunately i cant draw until my birthday because my phone decided to be a bitch so here

[domaslut]

Terribly sorry i couldnt pick just one, but either Chester or Felix with either The joker and the Queen or Unholy (sorry, I really tried to pick one but i couldnt! You can pick either one or maybe both, but thats totally up to you!)

THE JOKER AND THE QUEEN.

Starring: Chester Davies x f!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff. + mention to y/n father’s being a death eater.

Plot: you were a popular pureblood witch and, as a member of the exclusive club of wizards, you were most likely going to share your heart with a fellow pureblood. That was what everybody expected from you, at least. Nevertheless, you chose Chester Davies. Years later, you still do not regret your choice.

REQUESTED BY: @moonprincess101

VALENTINE’S DAY EVENT: “THE JOKER AND THE QUEEN”.

Quote: “And I know you could fall for a thousand kings And hearts that could give you a diamond ring When I fold, you see the best in me The joker and the queen”.

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The moment your eyes locked for the first time ever, he knew you were the center of his world. Whenever you were around, he felt as if he was floating up above, gravity long forgotten, nonexistent. Your smile was dazzling and your voice melodic. You were truly a delicacy, an uptown girl far from his league, but he could not help himself and adored you.

“She’s a pureblood” one of his friends said, chugging down hos butterbeer, as he glanced at you in disdain.

He did not retort anything. He was too lost into contemplating the flawless girl that you were.

You were animatedly chatting with your friends, the superior and arrogant wizards whose reputation preceded them. They were right about your blood-status, but they were wrong about your personality. You were nothing like them and you loathed attending the balls and dinners your parents dragged you to. You felt like a spider in a cage and he knew it.

How? Well, you had told him everything about yourself.

It took nearly six months for Chester to approach you. You were not intimidating, but you were always the center of everyone’s attention. You incarnated everything that his friends despised, but all that he wanted. He saw the goodness in you, he saw your beauty and your cracks and, when he bashfully asked you if he could sit next to you in potions class, you blessed him with a bright smile he could not shake from his head.

“If we teamed up, we could easily win Piton’s competition…” you uttered under your breath, taking him off guard.

You were talking to him. You had asked him to work together. Was he dreaming?

“Are… Are you a-actually asking me to work with you?” he stammered, his glabrous face heating up to the point that the tips of his ears matched the Gryffindors’s uniforms.

You giggled and nodded your head at him “Do you see anyone else worthy of my attention at this table?” you softly asked, grabbing your book and dragging your stool closer to his one.

Oh, dear, the world stopped revolving for him.

Chester Davies had fallen badly for you and, when you asked him to study together in the afternoon, he had no trouble in trying his best to impress you. He could not let you slip from his fingers, else he would have never forgiven himself. Could he label you two as friends now? Well, acquaintances, at best. Yet, you were not strangers anymore.

It took it two months for you to open up to him. Soon enough, you ended up spending your whole days together. You told him everything about yourself. Apparently, the dark side of being a pureblood, your duties and the audacity your father had in writing you some letters in which he asked you to find another member of the upper class to ‘arrange a good, business marriage’ were doing numbers on you.

You did not want that. You were willing to be disowned rather than marrying someone you did not love.

“I will not surrender. – you commented one day, propping your chin on the back of your hand as you laid flat on your stomach in the fluffy, soft grass of Hagrid’s garden – I want to get married one day, of course I do… But I can’t bear the idea of spending my life with someone I don’t love. I want it to be different” you said, batting your eyes close and sighing contently, under the spring breeze.

Chester quirked a thick eyebrow up, his brown eyes staring up at the clear sky “What is it that you want?”.

“A man who loves me” you replied without hesitation.

“Pure-bloods can love too”.

You sighed, rolling down on your back to stare properly up at him “No, Chester, you’re wrong. – you mumbled – They love your last name, at best. They love your money and your position at the Ministry. But they never love you”.

He blushed, his eyes darting on the massive pumpkins in front of him. Was it the right time to say something more? Maybe dropping some other hints would have not been detrimental to your relationship. However, you took him off guard.

“They’re not like you” you stated, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“W-What?” he stammered, swallowing the sudden lump in his throat. You were going to kill him sooner or later.

You sat up, your cheeks now tinted in a bright pink shade and he could not tell if it was caused by the sun, or your proximity. Then again, when you curled yourself up in a ball and propped your chin on your knees, the gleam in your eyes was unmistakably, unequivocally the same he had when he looked at you.

“I like you… And not in a way a friend should love her friend. It’s something more. The way you make me laugh with that goofy smile of yours, whenever you talk about something you like, or the way I feel my heart drop into my stomach, if a girl is too close to you, have made realise that maybe I cannot find my perfect match out there because he is right under my nose…” you whispered, your cheeks burning even more.

Could you get a fever out of embarrassment for confessing to your crush? Yeah, you would not have been surprised, if you did.

Chester stared out at you in disbelief, his hand grasping your immediately as he shifted ti get even closer to you. You bit down on your lower lip, heart thrumming against your ribcage as you waited for him to reply something with the same anxiety of a guilty man waiting for his verdict.

“You could have literally fallen for one of the rich brats in your gang… They have everything, I have nothing to offer you beside my heart, Y/N. Are you sure about it?” he mumbled, locking his calloused fingers with yours. Your hand was so tiny compared to his one.

You felt tears well up in your eyes as you slowly nodded your head at him “Your love is everything I need. I don’t care about anything else. – you whispered softly, a small smile curling your lips – If I get to have you from now to the rest of our lives, I’ll feel like the luckiest person alive” you said, pressing your forehead against his one.

Chester chuckled, his free hand cupping your cheek affectionately. You, the smart, pureblood witch every student envied and craved for themselves, had finally picked your life companion. You had shared your golden heart, but with a half-blood, common Ravenaw student.

You had chosen him.

“You really are an unconventional, strong-willed crazy witch… – he said, a smug smile tugging the angles of his lips upwards – You beated me on it, I can’t believe it. But, yeah, for your information, I love you”.

You giggled, a sigh of relief leaving your mouth, as you smashed your lips against his chapped ones and pulled him down onto the grass with you.

Who would have thought that, five years after your graduation, he asked for your hand. Your father was mad at you for months. He never accepted your relationship, but the incoming war and the rumors running among the elite families about HIS return got him thinking. He knew that he would have been called too and he could not risk your life.

He gave his consent with the promise that you were both going to stay away from the battlefield and, if things got complicated, to never return again.

You did and now Chester kisses the small bump in your stomach, with the joy of a child blessing your lives, he knows that being a joker around a queen was the best decision he could have ever made.

AUTHOT NOTE.

Hi there!

I’m back at writing, thanks to god! I’ll take good care of your sweet requests in my inbox! I hope you liked this fluffy scenario. Chester is my baby and comfort character. Too bad I am a Slytherin and I could not lose house point to piss him off lmao xD

Next to come “Unholy + Felix Rosier” (smut, duh) 😏

[dalekofchaos]

Headcanons for MC and the Circle Of Khanna after the events of HM

So these are the headcanons for my MC and the Circle Of Khanna post-Hogwarts Mystery....also I will be retconning Fred & Tonks’ deaths cause fuck JK

MC becomes a Curse Breaker after graduating from Hogwarts

MC marries Merula Snyde

The Circle Of Khanna would agree to be active after MC’s graduation. Beatrice, Fred & George and Cedric would still be active and would act as reconnaissance, their last work as the circle is to prevent the return of Voldemort or at the very least help Harry Potter

Penny would be a professional Potioneer. She keeps in touch with Beatrice and is proud that Bea is excelling in Hogwarts and could overcome her trauma. Penny was MC’s best witch at his and Merula’s wedding, while also holding a portrait of Rowan, so Rowan can be there for his best friend’s wedding as the best man! Even in death, Rowan will always be there for MC

Ben and Merula would be Curse Breakers with MC

As soon as the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes opens up, Tulip drops what she’s doing and joins her old friends. Tonks would be there from time to time. But Tulip is proud of Fred & George. “I taught you two well.”

Tonks and Tulip are married. Remus donates sperm so Tonks and Tulip can have children. Tonks and Tulip raise Teddy together!

Barnaby, Alanza and Liz would become Magizoologists

Andre would become a Quidditch Keeper for the Pride of Portree

Charlie of course works in Romania as a Dragonologist

Jae is still a smuggler in Knockturn Alley

Badeea is a very talented artist, it’s because of her that Rowan’s spirit could be kept in a portrait

Diego and Talbott became Aurors

Chiara is a Healer

Ismelda is a magical historian and she is wondering when Dumbledore will ask her to take over for Binns. After the war, McGonagall asks Ismelda to take the position of History Of Magic Professor!

Skye, McNully, Orion and Rath became professional Quidditch players and commentators

Jacob took over R and used it for good. Under Jacob’s new leadership and reformation, R has been given a new goal. To prevent the return of the dark lord at all cost and should he return, destroy him and the Death Eaters. 

The Circle of Khanna were Charlie's friends who helped smuggle Norbert out of Hogwarts

After the death of Cedric, The Circle reunites. Cedric's death is what brings the Circle out of the shadows. Every time they take out a Death Eater. They all whisper "For Cedric"

After witnessing Snape’s worst memory. Snape tells Harry “I cannot teach you Occlumency, but I know someone who can, an old student.” cue MC returning to Hogwarts to take over for Snape

Fred & George would invite the Circle Of Khanna to Dumbledore’s Army meeting, they would help teach everyone spells. 

Harry and MC trade stories of their years at Hogwarts and MC is absolutely pissed that Harry had free reign from Dumbledore. “Oh, because he’s Harry Potter he had no consequences, but when I do YOUR JOB FOR YOU, suddenly I’m the jerk who must be asked to stop. Typical Dumbledore!”

MC is Bill’s best man.....Merula would be(mostly friendly) competing with MC to one-up them and prove that she should have been Bill's best man.  MC:Merula....WE’RE MARRIED! Merula:Doesn't mean we can't keep trying to one up each other darling Bill:This is the best wedding present ever And that, of course, morphs into a Legolas/Gimli-esque competition between MC and Merula once the Death Eaters attack the wedding. MC:*takes down 10 Death Eaters with one Depulso* Merula:THAT STILL COUNTS AS ONE, DARLING

Charlie rides a fucking dragon(AND IT’S NORBERT) to the battle of Hogwarts and it turns the fucking tide.(YOU HAD ONE JOB JK, YOU HAD ONE FUCKING JOB)

Alanza befriended every magical creature in the Forbidden Forrest and asks for help in the final battle and they gladly help their friend

Andre, Rath and Skye take turns taking out Death Eaters with Bludgers and Quaffles

Jacob and all of R rise up and stand against the Death Eaters during the Battle Of Hogwarts

The Circle Of Khanna are there during the Battle Of Hogwarts. They successfully save Fred and Tonks

Thanks to the Circle Of Khanna, more death is prevented and the Battle Of Hogwarts ends with swift victory

And you can pry my new canon out of my cold dead hands. 

[montaguehphm]

Hi all!

At long last, I’ve finally created my Hogwarts Mystery Incorporated lineup. At the start of this project, I’ve stated that I planned to end this whole series with a lineup artwork of the pool of characters my MC is closest with and would most likely consistently work with throughout their tenure of solving mysteries at Hogwarts.

In the lineup from left to right, we have Bill Weasley, Tulip Karasu (with Dennis the musical toad), Rowan Khanna, Barnaby Lee, Montague Donohue (my MC), Penny Haywood, Nymphadora Tonks, and Charlie Weasley.

Rounding out the whole series is a few cute creatures we know very well: our bowtruckle (whom I’ve named Barnaby Jr. in-game) and our niffler, Sickleworth, who have their pair artwork under the cut!

Anyway, I hope you all loved this whole series I’ve made! I certainly enjoyed it, too. Hope you all stick around for more artworks I’ll be making in the future. Thanks again everybody for being quite supportive of this series! As always, reblogs and love are highly appreciated here. So, don’t be shy. Shower me with love and appreciation. 🥺 👉👈

Pair artworks linked below:

Part 1 (Montague Donohue (my MC) and Barnaby Lee) here

Part 2 (Bill Weasley and Rowan Khanna) here

Part 3 (Tulip Karasu and Penny Haywood) here

Part 4 (Nymphadora Tonks and Charlie Weasley) here

PS. I might make the others. Emphasis on MIGHT.

Bonus material under the cut!

Here we have our favorite little creatures, Barnaby Jr. and Sickleworth just having a blast getting their photo take. Jk hahaha!

[nataliemaryweatherhphm]

I love those kids so much I can't stand it sometimes.

(Also I only had Barnaby for like a week but if anything happens to him I will kill everyone in this room and then myself)

+

look at these two cuties!!!!

[hphmmatthewluther]

" If I had to rate my panic level from 1 to 10, it’d be pi. It’s low level, but always there. "

Name: Matthew David Luther Species: Wizard Gender: Male Physical appearance: Slightly taller and thinner than average with brown hair that falls over his green eyes. Height: 4′11′’(Year 1) - 6′1′’(Year 7) Weight/Body Type: He’s tall and thin, but has no clue how much he weighs. Personality: Matthew is sensitive to other people’s feelings and is very good at reading people, although he is constantly doubting himself. The one thing he is sure of himself in is his intelligence; he is constantly calculating and mentally notes almost everything around him. This comes in handy in a place as confusing as Hogwarts: it may take a bit, but Matthew can always put the pieces together. Date of Birth: 16th February 1973 Blood Status: Half-blood (Wizard Mother, Muggle Father) Family Info: Lucia Doherty was a powerful pureblood Ministry Witch who met and fell in love with Peter Luther, a Muggle plumber, whom she had Jacob with. When Voldemort began to rise she left and wiped Peter’s memory to keep him and their children safe, meaning he forgot about Jacob who stayed with her, but for reasons unknown Peter somehow remembered his wife and eldest son and reunited. Soon after this, Matthew was born, growing up in the Muggle world but enjoying knowledge of Wizardry. Lucia later tried to erase his memories again when the Wizarding War broke out, but Matthew found her and told her to put his father back to normal, discovering his magic in the process. Recently, things have been difficult as Peter has had difficulty finding work. When Matthew attempts to describe Thatcher to his mother, she assumes the Muggle government has been infiltrated by a hag.

He also has wizard Ancestry on his father’s side, with the famous Magizoologist Newt Scamander being his Great Uncle and Queenie Goldstein being his Great Grandmother.

Wand: Cedar wood, 14 1/2 inch, pliant flexibility Boggart: Being stuck somewhere with no way out at all. Animagus Form: Sparrow. Patronus: White Stallion House: Ravenclaw, Prefect in Year 5 Quidditch Position: Chaser Academics: Took Divination, Ancient Runes and Care of Magical Creatures into Year 3 Partners: None so far (bar that one time), but the Celestial Ball is on the horizon... Closest Friends: Rowan Khanna: Matthew’s best friend, they have been close ever since Diagon Alley. They both like working on the Cursed Vaults, as well as playing Wizard Chess and Gobstones together. Rowan is always there when Matthew needs him, and even helped him with Merula when nobody else would. Matthew, in return, helps them be more confident, as he’s aware how difficult that can be sometimes. Finally, Matthew is the only one who knows about Rowan’s huge crush on... Penny Haywood: Bonding over their skills at potions, Penny is another of Matthew’s closest allies. Matthew relies on her to keep the Hogwarts rumour mill in check, especially important considering who he’s secretly dating. Matthew did, at first, have a minor crush on her, but always maintained that he wouldn’t intrude on Rowan, which helped improve their confidence in the matter.  Barnaby Lee: Barnaby and Matthew met after Barnaby wound up in the Magical Creatures Reserve on his way to Transfiguration. They both do work with the creatures in the reserve there, sharing a love of animals. Barnaby is a great deal of help to Matthew as he can always be counted on to point out the obvious solution when Matthew starts overthinking. He’s also willing to share what happens in the Slytherin Common Room and No, it definitely isn’t so Matthew knows if Merula’s ok and No he isn’t turning red what do you mean Tulip Karasu: Matthew’s only intellectual equal. When Merula tried to get Matthew framed for stealing potions ingredients he quickly deduced that someone in Ravenclaw was working with Merula. In a rare moment of confidence he declared this to his House, leading to a Battle of Wits between the two. Tulip immediately realised how Matthew felt about Merula and worked to get them together.  Chiara Lobosca: The only girl to pull on Matthew’s heartstrings before Merula. They became friends after helping to quell the werewolf rumours, and worked together to find the Cursed Vaults. They discussed the idea of them being together (and did more than discuss), but decided that they were happier as friends. Bill Weasley: Really, the one who saved the school. Bill helped Matthew out of his shell, so to speak, and consoled him when things became really tough when it came to the Ice Vault. Together, they defeated the Ice Knight and entered the first Cursed Vault together, and went on to work together more in the future. He also was instrumental in pushing Matthew towards curse-breaking. Merula Snyde: Matthew Luther’s rival in the hunt for the Cursed Vaults. For a while, she was a bully, especially towards Ben Copper, but Matthew was able to win a duel against her and made her never pick on him again. After that, while remaining antisocial, she became more tolerable, as several threats forced the two to work together. The two are very close. They’ve shared an accidental kiss, cast their Patronus together, cared for a Thestral, and defeated many evil magical beings. Recently, Matthew has realised that he had met her before, many years ago, on the day he searched for his mother. After that, they agreed to no longer be enemies, merely rivals. Matthew has come to the conclusion that he has a crush.

 Foes: “R”: The dark organisation worked to trap Jacob, thus making Matthew’s early time in school rather difficult. However, there’s more to this cabal than at first glance... Edwin the Changeling: Known as “The Bard”, he attempted to take over Matthew’s body by force, slowly moving to allow more changelings in. However, he was defeated by Matthew and Merula. Controlling, sexist, and rude to everyone around him, he appeared to have been destroyed when Ismelda Murk melted the Ice he had hidden himself in. Preston Crawford: A slimy Slytherin in Matthew’s year who seems to want nothing less than to ruin everyone’s day. Even Merula doesn’t like him, which is saying something. Erika Rath: Matthew’s only foe who doesn’t irritate him. He and Erika became Rivals as a result of being in differing quidditch teams, and this feud only worsened after Skye Parkin spread rumours that she destroyed Matthew’s broom. It’s unclear where they stand after Ravenclaw won the Quidditch Cup (especially considering she doesn’t talk much). Pets: As of Now (1987) Matthew has a pet Cat named Danny, a toad named Ribby and a rat named Jerma, and has adopted a Niffler, Porlock, Abraxan, Fairy, Thestral and Imp.

Who knows, this sideblog may go somewhere! We’ll see! Thanks to @hogwarts-misery for the template!

[xcursebreaker]

Penny: Why does everyone say that MC likes me?

Tulip: Because he likes you.

Ben: Because he likes you.

Rowan: Because he likes you.

Tonks: Because he likes you.

MC: Because I like you.