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writtenbywings · 2 years ago

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Battle Scars

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Draco Malfoy

Summary: Returning to Hogwarts as a professor, Hermione bitterly encounters Draco Malfoy as the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, throwing everything into chaos.

Hatred and lust slowly begins to burn between them, though only as they recall their final, secret year at Hogwarts.

Chapter word count: 1.5k

Link: Battle Scars

SEXUAL THEMES AHEAD

Type: Slow burn romance

CHAPTER THREE

"Located on the offshore island of Moku o Lo'e– a Hawiian patch called The Mokulua Islands– three dragon eggs were found, all belonging to a woman named Dae-Ner-Eees. Can you guess what her legacy entailed?" Professor (Cuthbert) Binns asked, his phantom twinkling with the sunshine that streamed through the grand window.

A small girl in the front stuck her hand up, though gave the wrong answer.

A second tried, though to no avail.

Professor Cuthbert looked to the back, specifically to where I had been lumped together with a few Hufflepuff girls and a Ravenclaw boy.

I stared impassively through him, focusing on the trees that blew with the warm breeze outside.

"I… err… okay," He cleared his throat, "moving on."

Confidence wasn't an issue when it came to answering questions. I had read the text three times over, and knew the legacy of Dae-Ner-Eees seamlessly– or the lack thereof, as she was murdered tragically by her lover. Though I simply wasn't interested any longer in academia, nor what Hogwarts had to offer.

What was the point?

Why were we playing happy families when people were buried? When friends were laid to rest?

When Harry still woke up screaming?

Professor Cuthbert had charmed a few pop-quiz papers to our desks, and I glared with hollow eyes at the blank page in front of me, resisting the urge to walk out. To be compliant, I signed my name and looked emptily toward the front, trying to sift through my demons when one managed to manifest in real time.

Toward the left, Draco Malfoy's eyes were glued passively in my direction, observing every breath, blink and movement I made. Instinctively, I glared back, screwing my face into disgust at the simple thought of his attention.

Alas, he didn't look away.

I slumped my cheek into my hand and began dawdling answers, trying to ignore the piercing blue stare that was visible from the corner of my eye.

I realized my behavior was a little out of the ordinary, though it didn't need an audience.

I finished up the paper within ten minutes and charmed it over to Professor Cuthbert, giving a small wave to announce my leaving. He didn't say much, nodding without argument, seeming a little lost in thought himself. Without a word, and wand at my side, I waltzed out of the classroom and roamed down the deserted corridors– knowing Ron and Harry wouldn't be out just yet.

No, they had the substitute teacher for Potions, and not a lot was left to the imagination with her displayed chest and keen smile.

I'd asked to skip it altogether, knowing the perverted stares of my friends would end up irritating me more than any mock exam could.

The gardens were beautiful today, pruned by none other than Pomona Sprout and her endless supply of wild seeds. I admired their pretty flowers and crunched on a red apple, sitting on the window-sill that overlooked her cabbage patches and Hagrid's new flock of pumpkins.

Hogwarts had done its best to rebuild after the war, though there were still scorched patches where the death-eaters had come, and debris where chunks of the castle had crumbled to nothing.

Another sweet bite of apple skin and my mind was galavanting over the past month, and how Ron hadn't so much as given me a hug. He wasn't the most affectionate of men – something I actually enjoyed – though it was clear we were destined to be friends. The damage between us far too grave to heal.

I'm lost in daydreams about battle scars and pumpkin pie when a shadow disrupts my silence.

It's him again, though this time, he's not being shy about his unwavering stare.

"What do you want?" I scoffed, his presence a clear irritation to my day.

Draco nestled his shoulder against the wall, a handful of books in one hand and nothing in the other; his thumb absentmindedly playing with a signet ring of emerald green.

"What happened to you?" He asked, too curious to be polite.

Manners had never been his strong suit.

"That's rude." I objected, feeling the urge to leave. I wouldn't though – not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeming hurt.

"The incessantly knowledgeable Hermione Granger isn't here anymore. She's… troubled, anguished. Different."

I'm trying to disguise my glare, though its coming across piping hot. "And I suppose you think it's your duty to start a conversation with someone equally as damaged as you?"

I expect him to retreat from the sting in my words, though he smirks; his mouth all lopsided and smug.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" I ask, a little more exasperated this time.

"I'm concerned."

"You're concerned?"

"Yes. It's a mortal emotion that surfaces intense stress."

"I know what the definition of concern is. What I'm trying to say is, we're not friends."

"I'm aware."

My eyes narrowed, and I felt all the heat of the sun against my face – turning my skin all irritated and red. Or maybe that was the frustration coming out.

"I'm not in the mood for games."

"Who said I was playing a game?" Draco angled his head to the side, getting a better view of what he was so intensely staring at – me or my problems, I wasn't sure.

"Has your guilty conscience finally caught up with you after all these years?" I asked.

"Something like that." He replied to my surprise, with no hint of humor behind his words.

We remained in a loop of silence, both watching each other in a confused light – like two predators who had wandered into a lamb's den, expecting bloodshed though finding familiarity in fangs, scars and history.

There was… an understanding. Though I wouldn't so easily fall captive to his menacing ways.

The twelve o'clock bell tolled from Gryffindor tower, and students flocked from their sessions with an appetite for lunch. Myself included.

I tossed the half-eaten carcass of my apple into the flower den, and a swarm of 'fang fletchers' chomped hungrily down on the fruit, getting their fill.

"This has been nice," I readjusted the bag strap over my shoulder, "though I'm going. I'll see you."

As I turned to leave, Draco's hand snared around my wrist, keeping us close.

"You're losing it." He said below his breath. "The others won't see it because they're too wrapped up in their own drama, and you've always been the independent one who doesn't need a shoulder to cry on or a helping hand. Though you're a thread away from cutting all ties to who you used to be."

His words burnt like a midnight sun, and I tried to yank myself free– though his hold wouldn't loosen.

"And how would you know?" I said spitefully through my teeth.

Draco twisted his grip and exposed the written scar on my forearm– 'mudblood' seared into my flesh forever, thanks to Bellatrix and her gift of the Cruciatus Curse.

I looked down at it with haunted eyes, though also toward the death-eater tattoo that possessed most of his milky skin. Another form of abuse… another manipulation from Voldemort's uprising.

I freed my arm away, scared and silent– forced to face the underbelly of my nightmares, of the pain that had ensued so many months prior – a torment that would stay as long as I drew clean breath.

"Let's not forget who gave me that scar." I snapped, feeling the sob build in my chest. "You will always be an enemy to me."

I left him standing in the dark shadows of the corridor, racing past the great hall and to my chambers.

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"Miss Granger, is everything alright?"

"Hm?"

"You didn't touch any of your dinner."

Professor Mcgonagall had invited me into her private quarters– a desk, a quill and some scattered paperwork all that separated us from the elephant in the room.

"I've had a long journey." I excused myself, forcing a gentle smile.

"Of course, of course." She nodded, though clearly had a little more on her mind. "How is home life?"

I was taken aback, though obliged her all the same. "It's okay."

"And Mr Potter? Mr Weasley?"

"Causing havoc in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

Minerva smiled, clearly pleased that the trauma hadn't stricken them of their mischievous ways.

"I'm sorry I didn't inform you about Mr Malfoy's position, it was very last minute."

My smile went stiff, though it didn't fall. "That's quite alright."

"I know you and Mr Malfoy have a… difficult past," Minerva adjusted in her leather chair, "though I was hoping you could use this time to patch up a few old wounds."

I couldn't help myself– my face reading as clearly as my thoughts spewed.

"Close your mouth Miss Granger, I beg."

I didn't even realize it had popped open, though I pinched my lips together all the same. "I haven't seen Mr Malfoy in a very long time, and I must admit… I was 'surprised', should we say, at his aversion to me."

Minerva straightened. "Ah."

"Yes."

"Well, may I propose you both work together? Slytherin and Gyffindor will be joining classes this year for Charms and Defense Against The Dark Arts."

My stomach knotted.

Joy.

"Really, Miss Granger. You need to work on your facial reactions if you're to work with children."

"Sorry, Professor."

"Very well."

I returned to my bed chambers a little after midnight, and found my case neatly packed on the bed.

The room was sizable, with burgundy interior and gold trim– the view from the window granting access to the back of the castle, and a peak of the grounds.

As homely as I remembered it all to be.

I cranked open the glass-paned doors and opened up the room to the breeze of the balcony, letting in the sweet smoke of the fresh forest and the fizzing smell of practical magic. Lilac dressing the sky and the moon winking from above.

I thought about him intimately for the first time in forever– not allowing myself to truly remember what we were, and how he made me feel, until this very moment.

Why did he hate me so much?

Why was I no longer the thing that made him weak?

I unclipped my hair from the long braid it fought in and my curls sprung freely to my waist– a little damp from the rain, though still as chaotic. My lilac robes shortly followed, landing as a sodden heap on the floor– needing to be washed at some point, though not now. No, now I wanted time alone to myself– a moment to breathe, to mull over the day… to speculate my newfound hatred for Draco Malfoy.

I felt thirteen again.

I approached the balcony in my silk undergarments and breathed in the night air, resting my elbows on the stone wall and letting my hands lull lazily over the edge– my curls dangling just as freely.

"Hermione," I could almost hear him say now, his tone having always been aggressive, always cruel. He had a meanness to him that could make the hardest heart recoil. Though in the comfort of a quiet chamber, that darkness softened into light– and his growled words became panted, weak ones.

"Hermione," his voice now moaned in my head.

"Put your hands behind your back like a good girl."

A flutter shot through my stomach and I opened my eyes, staring breathlessly into nothingness.

I needed to be careful. I couldn't let myself fall back into the toxic trap that we once found ourselves in.

That I, Hermione Granger, became submissive to.

I stepped away from the wall and happened to look down as I did– catching the edge of a jacket as it snapped around a corner. Disappearing into the goodnight.

It was him, I knew it.

He had been watching me.

Don't fight me, he had once said.

We're meant to be together.

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everythingharrypotterblog · 4 years ago

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charmed [5]: ‘cycle’ (remus lupin x reader)

SMUT. professor! remus x professor!y/n. can be read as a one-shot, or as part 5 of the charmed series :) pls go show part 4 some love, and the rest of the chapters if u liked this! <3

brief summary: full moon approaching= horny as fuck remus. he can’t keep his eyes/hands off y/n, and after a whole day of being needy between classes, they ... ;) dom!remus, oral fem!receiving, fingering, size kink, ye

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a/n: i got rejected from my top choice university program today so if im gonna be unhappy, might as well make u guys happy and release parts 5 and 7

series summary: set in the prisoner of azkaban, including its major plot points. remus and y/n get hired by dumbledore last minute to teach at hogwarts, defense against the dark arts and charms respectively. not wanting the students to know they are married, they navigate the challenging year through hidden glances, hand holds underneath the table and loving moments in their offices. even with all their efforts to conceal their relationship, their chemistry does not go unnoticed by the student population of hogwarts, who grow fond of the pair as they offer them some of the best classes they’ve had in a while. their relationship as newlyweds is strengthened as teaching the next generation of wizards unlocks a sea of memories of their love story. for the second time in his life, remus holds hogwarts responsible for some of his happiest memories. he’s given the chance to create them with the love of his life, y/n, who has taught and continues to teach him that every part of him is lovable, remaining forever under her charm.

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Remus’ life was lived in cycles, various phases of the moon commandeering partially how he felt.

His sex drive was always pretty high; how could he not feel desire- when he had Y/N around him in his life. They had a great sex life, and Remus was definitely one to get ‘love boners’, where he would see Y/N do something not remotely suggestive but would get the desire to fuck out of sheer adoration..

When the full moon came close, however… it was on a whole other level. His body carried tension and almost an incurable itch on the days preceding his transformation. His senses flared like a wolf’s, like hearing, touch and vision. It was his sense of smell, however, that enhanced the most. For about 2-5 days leading to the full moon, his smell became much sharper. If Y/N had recently showered, her fresh scent would overwhelm his nostrils, or if she got sweaty too. The second she got aroused, Remus would be able to pick it up, and the urge to bury his face in between her legs would wash over him.

So, he 300% got way hornier during this period of time. Paired up with his senses on overdrive, all he could think about during those few days was sex with Y/N, the tiniest things she did would get him instantly hard. He’d be turned on all the time.

As the month of September came to a close, both Y/N could definitely sense her husband’s even-higher-than-normal yearning. Remus’ persona in public never revealed how much of a beast he could be in the bedroom, always calm, respectful, prudent. He treated Y/N with the upmost care, and once they got to Hogwarts, with the upmost professionalism. That quickly faltered in the last couple of days.

The second students were out of her last class, he had her pushed up against the wall, the door of the classroom safely locked. Y/N even had to cancel one Charms practice session, because Remus wasn’t able to keep his hands off her: pulling her close to him and rubbing her back while he buried his nose in the perfume of her hair. When they graded or read together in the evenings, he would bend her over the desk, then take her again in the shower that night. Every morning, Y/N would wake up in the best way possible, feeling Remus’ tight hold behind her and his already hard cock rutting up against the flesh of her butt.

This morning, however, the couple wasn’t able to squeeze in a nice wake-up shag. They had overslept, and Y/N who started at 9am while Remus at 10, had to to get to class. She hurried off, getting dressed and down for a quick breakfast, leaving Remus waking up alone, humping the sheets slightly.

His frustrations lasted all day, and definitely were not aided when he saw that Y/N was wearing his favourite pair of pants of hers at lunchtime. While the way they looked at each other always somewhat hinted at their romance, Remus’ gaze was especially obvious, like he was mentally undressing her everywhere they went.

He was presently in between classes, sitting at a table in the staff room and trailing his wand over the lines of a student’s essay he was reading. He lifted his head when he heard the door creak open, and Y/N walked in happily, carrying a stack of papers in her hands. His thread was almost thrown back as he caught a whiff of her, just pure her, mixed with a hint of… arousal? She was wet, Remus thought lewdly.

Spotting Remus, Y/N gave him a big smile, then turned towards a little desk that had some of her stuff on it. Remus gave her a cheeky wink before his eyes followed her, unabashedly fixed on how those pants fit her so nicely. Y/N bent down to store the papers into her bag, and Remus quickly had to look away, forcing his gaze on the window before he would get hard.

“Hi, my love.” He smiled gently as she approached him, turning his chair and pulling her onto his lap.

“Rem!” Y/N whispered, jerking her head towards Professor Sprout.

She was the only other teacher there, but to Remus’ greatest delight, she seemed to have snoozed off in her armchair.

“She’s asleep.” Remus whispered back, hands running everywhere on Y/N’s body as she settled herself comfortably in his lap. “Besides, I missed you.”

“Aw, pumpkin-“ Y/N giggled, accepting Remus’ kiss as he pressed his lips on hers. “I, missed, you, too” She murmured in between kisses.

Remus’ hands were getting antsy, as one went to go squeeze Y/N’s breasts and the other caressed over her butt, smoothing over the thin fabric of her dress pants. The kiss deepened as they both began breathing heavier.

“Don’t,” Y/N breathed in, breaking apart from Remus’ soft face. “Don’t you have class in like-“ She glanced at the clock. “5 minutes?!”

Remus peered over her head and groaned, shaking his tousled head. “And you do too darling, right?”

“Yeah, it’s my last one of the day.” Y/N frowned.

Remus’ gaze softened, nuzzling Y/N’s nose with the tip of his own, in a cute little Eskimo kiss- type action.

“I really love these pants, you know, I’m wondering if you wore these on purpose” He grinned, the hand on her butt petting the material softly.

“Maybe, I did….” Y/N smiled back, their faces centimeters away from each other’s.

Remus, ears full of Y/N’s voice, nose full of Y/N’s natural homey scent, didn’t register the door opening again and they both turned with a jolt, when they heard Professor McGonagall clear her throat.

Y/N jumped out of Remus’ lap, Remus smoothing his hands that were all over her body, over his robes.

“Hi, Professor McGonagall- I was just- we were just getting ready for our next l-lesson.” Y/N stammered, face growing hot in embarrassment.

“Yes, class, here- I’ll walk you to your class, darling.” Remus said, bowing his head and following Y/N out of the staff room.

“Mhmm.” Professor McGonagall hummed, peering at the two through her thin rectangle glasses. She didn’t bother reminding them they could call her ‘Minerva’, but as they shuffled out the door, her thin lips curled up in amusement. “Oh, Pomona, I’m sure you are very lucky to be dead asleep right now.” She whispered, to the Herbology teacher whose eyes were sealed shut.

In the hallway, Y/N and Remus burst out laughing once they got a safe distance away.

“I am never going to emotionally recover from that.” Remus choked in between gasps for breath.

“Please, I’m never going to look her in the eye ever again.” Y/N howled, wiping a tear with her wrist. “I mean, at least we were just sitting… and not actually doing.. anything.”

They walked along a couple stairways, their body language having adjusted to the busy Castle.

“Thanks for walking me, you didn’t have to.” Y/N said, once they reached the Charms classroom. She stood back to the door, hands behind her on the doorknob.

Remus simply smiled courteously, eyes drifting down her. Then, quickly, he peered around them and into the classroom. Seeing it was empty, he reached behind Y/N, turned the doorknob and swirled her inside, pressing her up against the door.

“Oh, Rem-“ Y/N squeaked in surprise, but her voice faded into a soft moan as Remus kissed her, her arms going up to wrap around his neck.

“Sorry, my love, I just can’t get enough of you.” Remus chuckled when they finally pulled apart.

“Hmm.” Y/N licked her lips. Feeling Remus casing her in against the door like this, his big build towering over her, made her knees all weak. “Okay, you know the best part about these pants?” She inquired.

“Hmm? Tell me, sweetheart.” Remus mused, eyelids growing heavy as he stared into her face.

She rose on her tippy toes to meet the height of Remus’ ears, “The material is so thin-”

She spun around, facing the door and pressed her backside against Remus’ front, feeling him through his trousers.

Gasping as Remus’ large hands went up to squeeze both her breasts, further pushing her against the door as he pressed himself against her smaller body, she said, “-I have to wear a thong.”

Remus’ hands on her froze, his eyes growing dark. A low growl was ebbing up his throat but before he could respond, Y/N snaked out of his hold.

“Okay, bye honey- have a good class!” Y/N chirped, grinning widely as she opened the door to let a group of students in.

Remus composed himself in a fraction of a second, a hand raking through his hazel locks in attempt to comb them over.

“Hi, Professor Lupin!” Some students said, happy to see him, to which he answered with a polite and kind “Hello, hello!”, and “Hello, Dean!”.

Once Y/N’s class was over, she hurried up to her living quarters. After taking a hot shower, she climbed onto the bed, in nothing but a thong and one of Remus’ big sleeping shirts. She lied down comfortably, fingers toying with the collar as she waited for her husband. He had one other class after hers and should be finished soon.

Accurately enough, Remus’ figure appeared in the fireplace a few minutes later. His footsteps approached the bedroom and as he entered, his belt was already clinking as he was unfastening it with one hand.

“Oh, baby.” He hummed appreciatively as he took in the sight of Y/N, splayed across their bed, thighs balmy and exposed. “Is that my shirt?”

Y/N nodded, appreciating how Remus’ locks of hair had fallen on his forehead, as if he was constantly running his fingers through them- which he did, in attempt to concentrate when he was giving his last lessons of the day.

Gripping the hem, Y/N lifted the shirt off, exposing her naked chest. Remus made a guttural sound as he lunged forward, going to squeeze, lick and suck over her breasts. His hands wandered south, grazing the wet spot on the cotton stripe that covered Y/N’s mound.

“And whose pussy is this, hmm?” Remus snarled slightly, canines shining as his lips curled into an eager smirk.

Y/N licked her lips as she decided not to answer, her eyes had a glint to them when she stared back challengingly at her husband.

Remus raised an eyebrow, but kept an unfazed demeanour. He stepped back from the bed, taking a stand at the edge of it.

“Okay, baby girl, I see how you’re being. Turn around for me.”

Y/N looked up at him excitedly before slowly turning on the bed, onto her stomach.

Remus let out a small appreciative growl at the sight of Y/N’s ass covered only by a thin thong, right in front of him ready for him to ravage.

“Should’ve started with an easier question, kitten- who does this ass belong to?” Remus simpered.

He bent forward to squeeze both cheeks in his large hands, then went on to graze his teeth softly against the flesh of her ass. He could smell her arousal fully now, the scent of her wetness entering his nostrils and clouding his vision.

When Y/N merely arched her lower back to stick our her bum more prominently, wiggling it, Remus cursed. He roughly palmed the flesh before he lifted his hand and delivered a loud swat to it.

Y/N gripped the sheets in her hands as she yelped out of pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you, you wanted a good spanking from daddy, huh?” Remus hummed, rubbing over the spot soothingly.

“Yes.” Y/N breathed out shakily. “Please.”

Remus kneaded the flesh in his hands and reveled in the way it would bounce after he spanked it a few more times.

“Oh darling,” he cooed, bending down to leave a slow trail of kisses up Y/N’s back. “Your little bum looks so cute marked up in pink by my hands.”

The skin had pinked, and a considerable area too, considering how large Remus’ hands were.

“Remus, I’m- I’m so wet for you.” Y/N cried, lifting her lower body weight onto her knees so Remus could see her pussy in the air. Glistening and dripping in arousal.

The sight sent adrenaline down Remus’ groin, his cock now painfully hard and straining against his trousers. He could in a flash, shed his lower layers and pound into Y/N’s cunt as his urges wished him to, but he had to get a taste first.

“Really?” He said as he kneeled down on the side of the bed, now eye-level with Y/N’s core. He peeled back her thong, throwing it further on the bed.

“Yes, oh God, please.”

Remus peered over Y/N’s legs to see her face, scrunched up in anticipation. His hands trailed over the side of her thighs, sending visible shivers down her spine.

“Now, will you be a good girl and tell me… who this pretty ass and pussy belong to?” He said in a low purr, voice husky.

Y/N’s pussy clenched as she felt his face so close to where she needed him to be, his hands cementing themselves around her legs.

“Yours, Remmy, I’m all yours, now please-“ she begged, tears prickling at her eyes because of how much she ached for his touch.

Remus’ hands softly grazed down her back and pressed harshly once they got to the lower part where the curve of her ass began, and pulled her cunt straight into his face.

“Merlin, you smell so fucking sweet.” He swooned, inhaling deeply before quite literally diving into her cunt, his warm tongue stretching to lick against her clit.

Y/N’s eyes rolled back, her head pressing harder into the pillow. “Fuck…” She choked out. Her hips gyrated against Remus’ face, but his firm hold locked her in place as he devoured her.

They both moaned, Remus’ tongue running up her slit a couple times to lap up all the slickness and fully taste it. He gave her clit a quick kiss before sucking on it, taking it in between his lips.

“Fuck, r-right there.” Y/N breathed out, finally feeling an ounce of her desire fulfilled.

Remus licked sloppily at her clit, drawing wet circles with his tongue as his entire face was engulfed in her, her wetness dripping and coating his chin and nose. He sighed contently, closing his eyes as he ate her out, his own cock plumping at the feeling of her hips and legs trembling.

It was like meditation, the wolf inside him finally somewhat being appeased. He lapped at her cunt like it was the last thing he’d ever do, tongue running through the soft folds that were sopping and slick from the mix of her arousal and his spit.

“Oh, Rem, oh-“ Y/N moaned, face scrunched in pleasure. The coil in her abdomen wound tighter, she was getting closer and she pushed her hips back against Remus’ mouth. He groaned into her cunt, his hands squeezing her fleshy hips harder, desperately stuffing his face into her. He loved it.

He maintained his rhythm, focusing on suckling and flicking his tongue on her clit until she came with a cry, hips shaking out of his hold. He flattened his tongue to run it up her labia, and ended by planting a tender kiss on her sensitive clit before pulling away, slightly more sated than before.

“Delicious.” Remus panted, standing up and watching Y/N languidly turn over onto her back once again. He wiped his mouth and the tip of his nose clean with the back of his hand, Y/N watching with her face hot.

Y/N scooted to sit at the edge of the bed, ogling him. He towered over her as he stayed standing, looking down at her through heavy hungry eyelids, covered by his brown hair that was getting slightly messier.

“Wanna taste you.” Y/N smiled, reaching behind Remus’ kneecaps to bring him closer.

Remus chuckled darkly, his long arm needing to barely reach to stroke Y/N’s jaw.

“You look so cute from up here, dove, makes me want to play with you and see you cum, all over again.” He said, voice low.

Y/N bit her lip, not breaking eye contact with her husband.

“So gorgeous.” He groaned as Y/N took his thumb between her lips, suckling the pad of the finger. “You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking.. of what I want to do to you, how much I want to take that body of yours.”

“Then take me.” Y/N exhaled, mouth letting go of his thumb and smiling devilishly.

Remus’ eyes, if possible, turned darker in desire and he bent down, kissing Y/N passionately on the lips as his hands travelled down her naked torso.

“Hmm, you’re so small, kitten,” Remus hummed, eyes following his hand that went to cup in between her legs. “Look how small your little pussy is in my hand.”

His fingers curled to feel how wet it was, Y/N spreading her thighs apart for him to access easier. He used his middle and ring finger to lather up some of her slickness, then dragged them up to her clit and started soft circles on it. Y/N whimpered, legs closing from how sensitive her bud was from her previous orgasm.

“Now, now pet.” Remus tutted, pulling away.

He licked the tips of his fingers clean, then shrugged off his woolly cardigan, hanging it on the back of a nearby chair. The full moon approaching always got his body temperature hotter than usual, so he skipped wearing a cloak today, and was left in his white dress shirt and tie. He slowly rolled up his sleeves, exposing his forearms. Y/N couldn’t keep her eyes off his hands as he did so. Long, mature fingers with metal rings adorning the base of each.

“Keep your legs nice and spread f’me, alright, as I stuff you with my fingers.”

Bending forward again, he leaned one arm on the bed beside Y/N as his other hand found her clit again. The thick pads of his fingers played with her clit, rubbing the spot as Y/N bit her lip, body firing up for another orgasm.

“So cute, button.” He mused, nuzzling the top of Y/N’s head. “Look at that, your clit feels so little under my fingers, don’t you think? And your cunt, ah-“

He dipped a finger inside her, sliding right in and quickly added another one. Slowly petting the soft spongy walls of Y/N’s pussy, Y/N mewled, rutting her hips for more.

“So tight, so full just of my fingers. Tell me darling, do you like my fingers?”

“Mhhm.” Y/N nodded as Remus sped up. “Love your fingers, your hands, they’re so b-big.” She choked out, head hanging back as he fingered her.

“You like that? You fucking love how I can get you off with just m’fingers, yeah? Lord, this pussy’s so tight how will my cock even fit hmm?” Remus crooned, watching Y/N adoringly as he was knuckles deep inside her, his rings feeling cold upon her entrance.

Y/N opened her eyes, meeting Remus’ soft, scar-decorated face and turned her head to kiss him. Remus suckled on her spit-slicked lips, maintaining his fingers and bent his hand for the bone of his palm to press against her clit. Y/N gasped into the kiss, lips gaped apart as she whimpered into Remus’ mouth. Remus smiled, loving how flustered she was as she struggled to kiss him back, soaking in all her little cries and noises she made.

His fingers inside her were going so fast, relentlessly hitting her g-spot over and over that his hard palm was grinding against her clit incessantly. Faster than the first time, she came, squeezing onto his forearm.

Fingers riding out her high, they slowed and pulled out, drenched in her wetness. Y/N collapsed onto her back, chest heaving.

“Oh, baby you are so beautiful.” Remus simpered, climbing on the bed and leaning over her to kiss her everywhere; her shoulders, neck, cheeks. “You think you got another one in you, bunny? Think you can let Moony bury his cock inside you?”

“Yes, give it to me please.” Y/N grinned widely, licking her lips and pulled Remus down by his tie, locking lips with him once more. “Need you inside me.”

“Oh, puppy. I am going to ruin you.” Remus said, this time in such a low murmur that had he not been an inch close to Y/N’s face, her ears wouldn’t have registered the tone.

Y/N sat up, helping her husband rid himself of his clothes. His bare chest exposed a few thin scars, which Y/N quickly smoothed her hands and lips over, routinely giving love to them, as she knew it was the part Remus couldn’t stand of his body.

Remus freed his hard-on, which was blushed an angry shade of dark pink. The bulbous head had been leaking of precum for a while now, and he exhaled a couple ragged breaths when he stroked himself, hand twisting around his tip. Y/N had leaned over to their bedside table to open a condom, and she replaced his hand with hers, pumping his long member before sliding it on. Remus already felt himself throb, and he knew that soon he’d be even more as Y/N’s pussy felt 100 times better than her hand.

“How do you want me?” Y/N breathed, backing up to the head of the bed as Remus went on his knees.

This was more of a rhetorical question, really, as it has been like this for years, that at every moon cycle end, their favourite was for Remus to take Y/N from behind. Y/N turned onto her elbows and knees, bending forward to prop her ass up.

“That’s it, good girl.” Remus licked his lips, lining himself up and pushed his cock slowly into Y/N’s warmth.

He let out a loud hiss, face contorted in pleasure as he sank fully into her, his long, hard member stretching Y/N out to the fullest, filling her to the brim. “Merlin.” He said through gritted teeth, eyes dropping to where he disappeared into Y/N’s behind. “You always manage to stay so tight for me, darling- fuck, your pussy’s just squeezing m’cock so right, isn’t it?”

Y/N merely moaned, head dropping forward as she balanced her upper weight on her elbows, overwhelmed by feeling every single vein of Remus’ cock sliding in and out of her slowly. She clenched hard around him, causing his hips to tremor as Remus’ senses, including touch, were amplified tenfold.

He ceased momentarily, his cock just resting heavy inside Y/N’s cunt, his head deep at her g-spot. Y/N mewled, arching her back and twerked her hips, fucking herself back onto his cock. Remus growled at the sight, spanked her once, then his hands dived to grab the curve of her waist as he snapped, hips pounding into her now mercilessly.

“Oh God, fuck!” Y/N cried out with her head thrown back, as her elbows gave out from underneath her and her face sank forward into a heap of pillows. Her ass still up in the air, flesh slightly pink from Remus’ spanks delivered to it- it was a wonder how he didn’t cum from the sight of that alone as he fucked her from behind.

Remus kept up his quick rhythm, hips thrusting into her ruthlessly. They were both close, and Remus fucked into Y/N without an ounce or self-restraint left. He grunted loudly as she fell forward and her inner walls clenching down onto his member. His cock slipped in and out of her deliciously, as she had gotten so wet for him, sinful sounds echoing the room.

He bent forward, chest pressing against her back, their skin sweaty.

“‘S that feel good, darling?” Remus said, lips ghosting over Y/N’s ear. She shuddered, his breath sending shivers up her neck as she felt him so close. His voice wasn’t his usual chesty, tenor honey-like. His words were uttered in a guttural one, his voice deeper, lower, sounding from the back of his throat. “You’re taking me so well- your pussy feels like heaven, sweetheart.”

Y/N’s ears registered the praise as music, living for it. He adjusted his hips slightly to accommodate the new angle, thrusting to make sure he was hitting all the spots in Y/N he knew she liked.

“Mphhhm, please baby,” Y/N moaned, voice slightly muffled into the pillow. She turned her head to the side to rest her cheek on it instead. “Please Remus, oh-“ her voice whimpered, a little more clearly now.

Remus’ large hands had been gripping onto the flesh of Y/N’s hips roughly, tightly. He moved one up to her breasts, grabbing it and massaging it. His breath was hot on her back. He was nearing his orgasm too, his breathing loud and shaggy. Heaving grunts echoed off the walls of the rooms, and Y/N arched her back to feel his chest rise up and down against it.

“Good girl, good fucking girl- taking my cock so well. Shit.”

Remus let out a growl as he felt his cock be swallowed up in her cunt, her ribbed walls enveloping it so nicely as he ploughed into her.

“You’re close aren’t you, dove?” He murmured into her neck with the same low voice, placing wet kisses onto it. Her hair was out of the way onto the other side, and he tasted the slight stickiness of how sweaty their night’s activities had gotten her.

“Yes, yes, ye-es” Y/N chanted in a strangled voice, her words getting split at her throat from Remus’ vigorous pounding.

“Can tell from how tightly you’re squeezing me- shit, not going to last long either inside you like this. C’mon baby, c’mon. Cum for me.”

It was all too much. Y/N shaked as she felt Remus pump into her a few more crucial times. He felt so thick in her walls, his girth filling her up like no other. Moaning, her hips grinded back into Remus as she started to cum. She felt his warm hand reach down her belly and down to between her thighs and with the added pressure from the circles he rubbed on her clit, she came with a shudder. Her body shook as her breath caught in her throat, a string of profanities leaving her lips. Y/N’s sounds of pleasure filled Remus’ ears, driving him further into ecstasy.

“Good girl.” Remus purred, hips jerking forward frantically.

“Remus, fill me up-“ Y/N moaned, knowing Remus loved hearing his name fall off her tongue like that. She propped herself back onto her elbow, reaching one hand behind her to hold the back of Remus’ neck.

Remus pressed the side of his face into Y/N’s neck, her hand keeping him close to her. He growled into her ear, the low sound vibrating from his throat enough to make Y/N’s eyes roll back. Driving his cock into her, desperately chasing his high, he rutted his cock into her walls. His entire body strained as all his muscles worked to relieve himself, needily fucking out his animalistic urges. He came with a gasp, his hips jerked harshly as he shot ropes and ropes of cum into the condom.

Panting, he hunched forward as his cock kept twitching.

His whole muscular body trembled as he squeezed his eyes shut in the pleasure of his long-needed release. His hand was grasped onto Y/N’s chest and she loved the feeling, tilting her hips forward to match the movements of Remus’ orgasm.

Wheezing slightly, Remus finally pulled out of her slowly, Y/N whimpering slightly as her pussy clenched around nothing. He threw the used condom and collapsed onto his back, chest still heaving. Y/N followed suit beside him, onto her stomach, body limp. The afterwaves of her orgasm still sent pleasure through her body and she knew she’d feel too sore to even straighten her legs.

“My love.” Remus turned on his side.

“I can’t fucking move.” Y/N chuckled, voice muffled by the pillow.

Remus hummed, eyes raking over her used body and sat up, massaging over her shoulders then down her back. His hands reached her hips, where he caressed extra soothingly and slowly closed them together. He bent forward, planting a kiss on Y/N’s cheek. She giggled as his locks of hair tickled her eyelid.

Languidly turning over, Y/N sighed in content.

Remus reached his hand, and pulled a strand of her hair out of her face, tucking it behind his ear. He felt warmth lower, as his body began to awaken for another round.

“We’re not getting much sleep tonight, huh?” Y/N giggled peering down at her husband.

It was a blessing that the Castle automatically out a Silencing charm on teachers’ living quarters, because anyone neighbouring them would have stayed up, hearing sinful, wet slapping sounds of skin all night.

part 6 and part 7 OUT NOW!!

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seriouslysnape · 4 years ago

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Hello there. Can I request a lupin x reader where lupin is flirting with the reader but the reader flirts back making him flustered? Thank you for your time

Of course, love! Enjoy!

(Below the cut) :)

Flirtatious Encounters

Remus Lupin x Fem. Reader

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1,666

“That color really brings out your eyes.”

You were all the talk around Hogwarts for the last several weeks. You were the topic of all the curious chatter amongst students and professors alike. Your arrival was highly anticipated, and looked forward to. You were filling in for Professor Sprout for the next few months who was recovering from an ankle injury. She had simply tripped and sprained her ankle while working out in the greenhouse, and Pomfrey found it best for her to lay low for a few weeks.

Pomona Sprout wasn’t one to assign her duties to just anyone. She was head of the Hufflepuffs and Herbology, both of which she took very seriously. Headmaster Dumbledore had given her the liberty of choosing herself a substitute, which is why she was so keen on choosing someone who was highly competent.

Pomona had been a family friend for years, and always adored the way you were so passionate for Herbology. She had thoroughly enjoyed your time at Hogwarts, and would even admit she shed many tears after your graduation. It was a no brainer to ask you to take over her job for a while. Within a week, you were prepared and ready to go. Pomona had told you what to expect while you were there.

You had been quite the star in your years at Hogwarts, you had definitely made a name for yourself and were still talked about to this day.

So she told you that the current students would be stoked to see you in person and ask you questions about your glory days at Hogwarts. She told you to feel free to use any of the professor amenities and take advantage of your time there. For all you knew, you might be offered a job by the end of it. You were a little nervous at first, but after the first day, you knew it was going to be a blast.

Students of all ages and Houses crowded you the moment you entered the castle, throwing out questions and praises all over the place. You tried your hardest to answer each of them as best you could, happily overwhelmed at their excitement. Dumbledore shooed them away, assuring them that’d they’d have plenty of time to ask their burning questions.

Dinnertime was probably your favorite time of your first day. It felt so strange to sit at the professor’s table that you had looked at for so many years. It felt even weirder to be sitting with professors that were now your peers rather than authority figures. You remembered each of them vividly and their classes.

You remembered Charms with Flitwick and the first time you learned a spell. You recalled Potions with Snape and how you never dared to break eye contact when he was speaking. You laughed at the memory of Transfiguration with McGonagall and how you accidentally turned your best friend into a slug one time. You had many fond memories of all the professors at the table.

All except for one.

There was one unfamiliar face that you couldn’t seem to identify. He had reddish-brown hair, a few scars on his face, as well as light facial hair. He looked fairly young in comparison to the other Hogwarts’ instructors, and based on the way Professor Snape had glared at him when he walked in, you were sure he was a Gryffindor. He was seated to your immediate right, and had offered you a kind smile when you arrived.

“You must be [Y/N].” Lupin said, extending his hand.

You took his hand to shake it, smiling back at him.

“I am. However, I’m afraid I don’t know you.” You said, thinking you had never seen him before.

He brushed it off with a light laugh. He wasn’t surprised that you didn’t remember him.

“I wasn’t a professor during your time here,” He replied with a certain glow on his cheeks; “Remus Lupin.” He introduced.

You felt relief. That would’ve been embarrassing if you had forgotten a professor. It hadn’t been THAT long since you had been through Hogwarts. Despite the fact that he didn’t look familiar, the name rang a bell.

“Lupin...oh!” You said, suddenly remembering how you knew him; “You graduated two years ahead of me. You were friends with James Potter and Sirius Black! There was a third one with you guys too..Peter something.”

Remus snorted at that. Peter was always the odd man out.

“Pettigrew.” Remus corrected.

You sighed in realization.

“Right. I suppose it’s been longer since I’ve been here than I thought.” You said, feeling a little embarrassed that you didn’t automatically recognize him; “Are you teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts?”

He nodded.

Everyone knew Potter, Lupin, Pettigrew, and Black during their time here. It was a shame what had happened to James Potter and his wife. You had spotted their son earlier that day. Harry was exactly what you expected through stories you had heard.

He was a spitting image of James and he had Lily’s eyes.

You wondered what Pettigrew and Black were up to these days, but Remus moved on before you could ask.

“Our paths never quite crossed. It’s a shame. I would’ve loved to have known you better back then.” He said, taking his goblet into his hand.

You felt a heat creep over your cheeks. It was true. You were your own version of popular and you were always so busy that you never quite had the opportunity to hang out with Remus and his friends. You always had a feeling that you’d fit in well though.

One thing was for sure, Remus was still just as handsome as he was then.

“Well, consider this making up for lost time.” You responded, reaching for your own cup.

He raised a brow with an amused grin. He spoke clearly before clinking his cup against yours.

“For lost time.”

After that, a friendship began to blossom between you and Remus Lupin. You would visit him in his office after classes or stop to chat when you passed in the halls. He quickly realized why you were just so popular when you were a student there.

You were such a joy to talk to.

“Good morning, [Y/N].” Remus said, entering Professor Sprout’s (which for the time being was yours) office.

You looked up from your course schedule, smiling as he entered.

“Hi, Remus. Here so early?” You glanced at the clock, noting that it wasn’t even 8:00 AM yet.

“I’ve always been an early riser.” He stated. He motioned towards the seat in front of the desk; “May I?”

“Of course, of course.” You granted.

He took a seat and you set your class planning aside for now. You’d much rather speak with him.

“How are your classes going this week?” You queried.

Remus grinned at that.

“As well as they could I guess,” He said; “The kids are still ecstatic about your presence here. It’s hard to get them to focus on much else.”

You sheepishly laughed. You didn’t mind, but you had been bombarded with students over the last few weeks.

“I didn’t know I had made such a lasting impact.” You admitted.

He agreed that you definitely had. You were strikingly beautiful, he could barely keep his gaze off of you. Even if you hadn’t been close during your time at Hogwarts, he had always had a bit of a crush on you. Now you were here and he still found himself giddy with glee that he was talking to you.

It was so strange how life often came full circle.

“That color really brings out your eyes.” He complimented.

You looked down at the sweater you were wearing. You had thought nothing of it when you had gotten dressed earlier.

“Does it?”

“Mmhm. Positively stunning.” He graced.

You felt yet another burn in your face. Had he always been this charming?

“Thank you, Remus. I appreciate it.” You smiled bashfully.

He looked around Sprout’s office. There were plants of all kinds on every wall, which wasn’t surprising in the least.

“So, tell me. How did such a gorgeous woman end up teaching at Hogwarts?” He wondered.

You cocked your head to the side at his confidence and how smoothly he had said it. You thought for a second. Was he flirting with you? Remus Lupin, one of the Gryffindor House’s most infamous members, hitting on you? You were flattered, but two could play at that game.

“I could ask you the same. I was surprised that The Marauders’ very own boy toy ended up here again.” You returned with a sly smirk.

Remus’ face went bright red. His heartbeat quickened and he found himself nervous. He didn’t expect you to come back like that.

“I, uh...well, not me certainly. Sirius was always much more...flirtatious than I am.” He said fiddling with his hands.

You raised a brow, knowingness clear in your expression.

“Is that so? That’s odd. I always thought you were the best looking of the four.” You said rather seductively.

Remus let out a bashful laugh. His face was so hot now that he was sure he was sweating.

“Ah, well, you’re very kind. I-I’m not so sure. Harry always- I mean, James always drew much more attention than Peter and me.” He confessed.

“Really? That’s surprising.” You added.

Remus paused and let out more of a giggle now, like an awkward teen trying to ask his admirers to the Yule Ball. He stood from his chair.

“You’re lovely- ah, it’s been lovely talking to you, [Y/N], as always,” He said going to leave; “I hope to see you at dinner later.”

“Yes, I’ll see you.” You said, holding back a round of laughter.

Remus basically ran out, humiliated, yet entertained at how he choked. He didn’t expect you to be so forward. But he knew he liked it. As much as he adored Professor Sprout;

He hoped she wasn’t coming back anytime soon

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mrssnivellussnape · 4 years ago

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Lucius’ Infatuation

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Requested by Anon: ‘I know you write for Sev but could you maybe do a Lucius x female reader hc about him finding out he likes you? 🥺’

AN: I can try my hand at this. I hope you like it 🤍!

Pairing: Lucius Malfoy x Reader

Words: 1.5k

- He’d first seen you at Hogwarts for one of the parent-teacher meetings. You were the newest teacher there and, because of that, he couldn’t remember ever meeting you or speaking with you

- He was intrigued by your beautiful appearance and the way you carried yourself when you spoke. You seemed so sure in your words and never once did your smile fall while talking, keeping both the student and their parent(s) engaged

- He must’ve been staring too long because, having felt another set of eyes on you, you looked over in his direction, making you both lock gazes. You didn’t shy away from him and instead, he was the first one to look elsewhere. By the time he looked back at you, you were no longer looking at him and, in fact, you weren’t at the table anymore. He tried looking around for you discreetly, but much to his disappointment, he couldn’t locate you

- He noticed that Severus had just finished a meeting as well and, with Draco behind him, he went to his good friend. “Severus, that colleague of yours, where is she?”

- Severus knew he couldn’t be talking about anyone else besides you, “Y/n?” He asked. “She has a class immediately after this, I assume she went to prepare for it.”

- “Care to watch Draco for a moment?” Lucius asked.

- The raven haired man looked from father to son and sighed, “Do I have a choice...” he mumbled, not expecting an answer when the man started walking towards a hallway

- Remembering that he had no idea what class you taught, he turned back to Severus, “Down the left corridor, make a right at the knight with the hidden sword, and then straight down. She’ll be in there.” He’d cut Lucius off before he could answer

- Lucius nodded his head in thanks and went to follow what he was supposed to do. Luckily for him, he’d listened intently, not wanting to delay the opportunity of seeing you again and this time hopefully speaking, and sped up his pace

- Your classroom door was open and he knocked on the door, poking his head in when he didn’t get a response, and noticing you weren’t in your chair. He heard the click of your heels coming closer and saw you exit out of another door in your room, you walked down the steps and peered over at him

- “Mr. Malfoy, is there something I’m able to help you with?” You noticed he hadn’t answered, “Is Draco alright?”

- At the mention of his son’s name, “No, no Draco is fine.” He saw you nod but also the hint of urgency in your eyes for him to hurry up, “I was coming to meet the new Dark Arts Professor. I’m almost ashamed to say I hadn’t heard of any new staff joining.”

- “Defense Against the Dark Arts,” you corrected him. “There’s a difference.”

- “Of course, I apologize.”

- “About not having met yet, I think it’s now my turn to offer an apology. I saw you speaking with Pomona about Draco, I’d meant to come over and speak when you were finished, but something else needed my attention.”

- That made him quirk his lips, “Not to worry, it seems that I have it now.” He cleared his throat, “Since when has that old loon hired such young, beautiful women like yourself?”

- You felt your face heat up and you looked down, biting your lip in contemplation, “Are you flirting with me, Mr. Malfoy?”

- “I-It wasn’t my intention to do so.” He stammered out. He noticed your pursed lips and raised eyebrows, “Was it that obvious?” His cheeks had taken on a rosy appearance

- You felt powerful having such a man as himself blushing in front of you, stumbling over his own words, “Would it make you feel better if I lied and said no?”

- “Maybe a little.” He admitted

- “Then yes.” You giggled when his lips formed a gentle smirk, he seemed to not mind your teasing.

- Since then, he’d pulled every string possible to try and get to, at least, be around you. You weren’t together, nor had you both been out anywhere, but he hadn’t exactly asked either. It’d only been a few weeks from the last time you’d both spoken, but he couldn’t get you off his mind

- It was a calm day at Hogwarts, a quiet Saturday afternoon to be exact, and you were strolling through the halls. You didn’t have anything planned today, wanting to enjoy one of your only days off really, and you were headed to your chambers

- There had been a hitch in those plans when you saw Severus and Lucius walking together. Once both men noticed your form coming down the corridor, Lucius fixed their way to walk over to you

- “Professor L/n, what a pleasure.” Lucius greeted you politely, leaning on his costly cane and peering down at you

- “I wish I could say the same, Mr. Malfoy.” You heard Severus try to hold back a snort at your remark and you had to do the same. “To whom do I owe my gratitude at the sight of you two?”

- “I was coming to speak with Dumbledore about school matters and I caught Severus in the hallway, I’ve seem to have done the same with you.” He answered.

- You nodded in understanding, looking from both men then landing back on Lucius, “What a coincidence.”

- “A good one, I hope.” Lucius’ body gravitated towards you, trying to invade your personal space

- You hummed, “Depends.” You answered truthfully. “If Severus hadn’t been asking me non stop questions these past few weeks, I’d believe it was a fortunate chance of serendipity; but, of course, I now see why he’d done so.”

- You and Severus, unlike the rest of the staff - excluding Minerva - had been great friends. He didn’t open up to many, and he’d just started doing so to you, but you’d known quite a bit about him. You’d both become each other’s confidant over the years and now that you’d gotten a teaching position at the school, you were even greater friends. You knew, obviously, about his friendship with Lucius, so, it was apparent that they’d spoken to each other about you already.

- Both men looked a bit sheepish at your declaration and Severus knew when to leave. “Trying to slither away, are you, Snape?”

- “I can tell when two people would like to be left alone, L/n.” He fabricated, striding away and doing exactly what he said.

- Lucius looked you up in down in appreciation, “I couldn’t help but notice you don’t seem to have a ring on your finger.”

- “I use a concealment spell, I don’t appreciate others in my business.” You drew your wand to wave it over your hand. Lucius saw that a ring hadn’t appeared and he spotted the satisfied smirk on your face. “I’m only kidding. If you’re asking if I’m currently with someone, the answer is no.”

- He let out an obvious breath of air, “Would you mind going out to dinner with me, maybe doing something afterwards?”

- “What exactly would we be doing afterwards?”

- “Nothing that you wouldn’t want to. We could eat at the manor if you’d like, so not to be out in the public or around anyone who may have prying eyes and ears.” He offered, seeing how your expression changed immediately.

- “You must really want me in your house, Lucius.”

- He felt a warmth in his chest at your usage of his first name and he couldn’t help but to send you a charming smile, “Too forward?”

- You raised only one brow this time, crossing your arms, “Perhaps.” Letting your comment linger and enjoying the way his face fell, you couldn’t help but to want to make him feel better, “But only if I wasn’t equally as eager to get to know you as you are with me.”

- “I’d take that as you accepting my proposal?” He tried not to feel too hopeful, in case you weren’t agreeing and just messing with him to see his reaction

- “Smart man.” You teased. “Now, I think it’s important you go see Albus, unless you plan on keeping him waiting.”

- He nodded, “Right.” Getting ready to walk away.

- “Lucius,” you called him, needing his attention back on you for a minute. “The name’s Y/n, by the way. It’d be wise for you to remember that.” You sent him a wry smile before going down the opposite hall, leaving him there to watch you walk away

- Lucius knew from then on that he needed you around him, in his space at every moment. He couldn’t remember feeling that way for someone; he knew that kind of instant attraction and curiosity to get to know a person so deeply only happened once (maybe twice if you were lucky) and he didn’t want to test his chance

- He liked your quick wit and appreciated that you didn’t seem anywhere near timid around him, noting how confident of a woman you were in and of yourself. You were gorgeous beyond measure and he wanted to see how intricately you could think when, not only asked about something, but speaking on a matter that was passionate to you. The fact that you were also friends with one of his dearest friends was a plus

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schrawbry-juice · 4 years ago

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Wheel of the Year:

Yule:

Also called: yuletide, yulefest

Date (n): 22 December*

Date (s): 21 June*

Duration: 12 days

Celebrates: winter solstice, rebirth of the Sun

Origin: Germanic

Colours: red, green, white, gold

Time for: new beginnings

Deities: Alcyone, Demeter, Dionysus, Baldur, Frau Holle, Frigga, Hodr, Odin, Bona Dea, Mithras, Saturn, Cailleach Bheur (Beira), Holly King, Horus

Plants: evergreens, holly, mistletoe, birch, ivy, oak, yew

Celebrate by: make yule logs, hang wreaths, drink, express gratitude to the universe

Notes: Yule is the first sabbat of the witches’ new year.

Imbolc:

Also called: N/A

Date (n): 1 February

Date (s): 1 August

Duration: until sundown of the next day

Celebrates: halfway point between winter solstice and the spring equinox

Origin: Celtic

Colours: white, silver, green

Time for: rebirth, hope, hidden potential

Deities: Aphrodite, Eros, Gaia, Hestia, Pan, Ceres, Faunus, Venus, Vesta, Brigid, Cerridwen, Aenghus Og, Bast

Plants: blackberry, coltsfoot, ginger, rowan and willow trees

Celebrate by: make Brigid Crosses and Bridey dolls, bake a cake, plant seeds, light candles and make wishes

Notes: Imbolc was originally a pagan festival associated with the goddess Brigid, and that it was Christianised as a festival of Saint Brigid, who is thought to be a Christianisation of the goddess. Fire festival.

Ostara:

Also called: Eostre

Date (n): 21 March*

Date (s): 21 September*

Duration: the day of the equinox

Celebrates: Spring Equinox

Origin: Germanic

Colours: bright green, yellow, purple

Time for: balance, action, beginnings, hope

Deities: Freyja, Cybele, Osiris, Ostara (Eostre, Western Germanic)

Plants: daffodils, primroses, violets, crocuses, celendine, catkins, pussy willow, and birch, ash, and alder trees

Celebrate by: bake cakes and bread, colour eggs, decorate with flowers

Notes: It was from Eostre that the Christian celebration of Easter evolved, and indeed the naming of the hormone Oestrogen, essential to women's fertility.

Beltane:

Also called: Beltain, Beltine, Beltany

Date (n): 30 April – 1 May

Date (s): 31 October – 1 November

Duration: beginning and ending at sunset

Celebrates: halfway point between the spring equinox and summer solstice

Origin: Celtic

Colours: green, red, white/silver

Time for: conception, sexuality, vitality

Deities: Artemis, Hera, Pan, Priapus, Bacchus, Flora, Sheela-na-Gig, Cernunnos, Bes

Plants: hawthorn, oak, birch, and rowan trees, forsythia, dandelion, crocus, tulips, violets

Celebrate by: stay out all night in nature, conceive new projects, decorate with greenery, dress trees, make use of flowers, make Hawthorn Brandy, make Beltane bread, build a mini maypole, plant a wish box charm, go A-Maying

Notes: element of Earth. Fire festival.

Litha:

Also called: Vestalia (Roman), Midsummer

Date (n): 21 June*

Date (s): 21 December*

Duration: day of the summer solstice

Celebrates: summer solstice

Origin: Pagan (not agreed upon)

Colours: all that are significant to you

Time for: opposition, light and dark, fire and water, inner power, brightness

Deities: Apollo, Hestia, Juno, Sulis Minerva (Roman-Celtic Goddess), Aten, Horus, Sunna/Sol

Plants: oak tree, mistletoe, herbs, all flowers

Celebrate by: A bonfire, bake, celebrate outdoors, swim, feast, sing, dance, get married

Notes: elements of fire and water. Disputed origin. Some say the ancients didn’t celebrate it at all. Others say the celebration is imported from Southwest Asia. Nonetheless, modern pagans choose to celebrate it.

Lughnasadh:

Also called: Lammas

Date (n): 1 August

Date (s): 1 February

Duration: 1 day

Celebrates: halfway point between the summer solstice and autumn equinox, beginning of the harvest season

Origin: Celtic

Colours: green, gold, yellow, orange

Time for: abundance, gratitude, sun, light

Deities: Demeter, Ceres, Mercury, Pomona, Lugh, Osiris

Plants: all grains, meadowsweet, mint, sunflower, calendula

Celebrate by: bake bread, collect seeds, give thanks

Notes: Lammas is traditionally celebrated on 1 August, but “in recent centuries some of the celebrations shifted to the Sundays nearest this date.” Fire festival.

Mabon:

Also called: autumn equinox

Date (n): 21 September*

Date (s): 21 March*

Duration: can be celebrated on any or all of the days from 15-30 September (15-30 March)

Celebrates: autumn equinox

Origin: modern pagan, disputed origin

Colours: red, orange, yellow, brown, gold

Time for: balance, masculine and feminine, light and dark, inner and outer

Deities: Artemis, Dionysus, Orion, Odin, Pomona, Diana, Cernunnos, Pakhet, All Gods and Goddesses of the vine

Plants: apples, ivy vines, pine cones, gourds, pomegranates

Celebrate by: pick apples, make apple pie, feast, long walk in the woods to clear your mind, arts and crafts

Notes: none.

Samhain:

Also called: Sauin (Manx Gaelic)

Date (n): 31 October – 1 November

Date (s): 30 April – 1 May

Duration: evening of first day, all the next day

Celebrates: the end of the harvest season and beginning of winter, halfway point between the autumn equinox and winter solstice

Origin: Celtic

Colours: black, orange, purple

Time for: divination, the veil between our world and the spirit world is at its thinnest, point of death, is followed by rebirth,

Deities: Demeter, Hades, Freyja, Hel, the Morrigan, Anubis, Osiris

Plants: pumpkin, acorn, apple, hazel, ash, birch, and oak trees

Celebrate by: bonfires, feasting, honour your ancestors and loved ones who have passed, practice divination, reflect on the past and think of new beginnings,

Notes: the last sabbat of the witches’ year. If you’re new to Samhain, I am BEGGING you to google how it’s pronounced. Seriously, you’ll thank me later. As Samhain is the final harvest of three yearly, it is seen as the point of death. Fire festival.

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Witchipedia

Wikipedia (es, Yule)

Learn Religions

Moonlit Priestess

Learn Religions (Yule Deities)

History.com

Wikipedia (es, Imbolc)

The Goddess and the Green Man

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Note for Imbolc, word for word, here

Wikipedia (es, Ostara)

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Note for Ostara, word for word, here

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Wikipedia (Beltane)

The Goddess and the Green Man (Beltane)

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“The Wheel of the Year is an annual cycle of seasonal festivals, observed by many modern Pagans, consisting of the year's chief solar events (solstices and equinoxes) and the midpoints between them.” N and S stand for Northern Hemisphere and Southern Hemisphere, respectively. An asterisk next to a date means it varies depending on the year and that the date is an estimate. The colours signify Greek, Norse, Roman, Celtic, Egyptian, and Germanic deities. Italian, Hindu, Ashanti, Assyrian, Sumerian, Semitic, Phrygean, Shinto, Zulu, Aztec, Hopi, Japanese, and British deities can be found in the Learn Religions links. Also, I tried my best for Litha, but finding information was so hard! If anyone wants to update that part, I encourage you to message me!

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CHICANO ART MOVEMENT reviews PST: LA/LA Attended Programming (2 of 3) 2021

(Detail: gallery view of “Aztlán to Magulandia: The Journey of Chicano Artist Gilbert “Magu” Luján” at the University Art Galleries.)

CAM:

For our November 2017 PST: LA/LA themed field trip, we visited the University of California, Irvine (UCI) to examine “Aztlán to Magulandia: The Journey of Chicano Artist Gilbert ‘Magu’ Luján.” Researching the exhibition prior to our arrival, I learned from the information provided by university that this was “the first survey of one of the most iconic figures of the Chicano art movement.” UCI had also exhibited the work of Luján’s collective Los Four in 1973. Once on campus, we were educated that the survey was split into two areas: the University Art Gallery (UAG) and the Contemporary Arts Center (CAC) Gallery. We chose to visit the UAG first as our introduction. Inside we were welcomed into the gallery by an assortment of glossy glazed colored ceramic sculptures that were created by the artist throughout his years. Most were located near the entrance, placed on platforms in the center of the gallery for up close analyzation.

Along with Magu’s sculptures inside the UAG, we viewed works on paper from originals to prints with other one of a kind pieces which included many of his well-known anthropomorphic creatures. There we were provided with a “List of Works” pamphlet for the participating galleries and that is when we noticed no museum labels adhere beside the artworks. Initially, Anita and I had attempted to decipher titles of the art with provided pamphlet. Some of the artwork titles we were familiar with from previous viewings showcasing Magu’s work throughout the years. No labels for us fostered moments of contemplation while viewing his many prismatic colored creations adorning the wall spaces.

After spending time inside the UAG surveying the art, we then moved on to the CAC Gallery which was about a two minute walk away. Once inside the gallery what had first grabbed my attention was what appeared to me as an altar installation upon initial glance. Upon further examination, I learned the large three-dimensional artwork was a mixed media piece entitled “Trailing los Antepasados.” Close up the massive piece contained many elements of indigenous images in Mr. Luján’s style which narrated a story of migration. The allotment was a “reformulation of Returning to Aztlán” a serigraph print created by the artist which too was exhibited at “Aztlán to Magulandia” very near the three-dimensional, mixed media artwork.

As we walked through the Contemporary Arts Center Gallery, I had noticed a more fluid curated narration of the artworks displayed in this area. Here were multiple works of art located adjacent to each other combined to chronicle tales of love, indigenismo, and migration through the brightly colored lenses of Mr. Gilbert “Magu” Luján.

(View of “Virgen de Guadalupe, Chalma, México” by Graciela Iturbide for Revolution & Ritual exhibition.)

During the long holiday weekend of November 2017, we made a trip to see three participating institutions of the PST: LA/LA programming. Our first location was the Pomona College Museum of Art located on the campus grounds of the Claremont Colleges (a collective of five undergraduate liberal art colleges in the city of Claremont). This college museum hosted the exhibit “Prometheus 2017: Four Artists from Mexico Revisit Orozco” that highlighted the work by four mujeres: Adela Goldbard, Rita Ponce de León, Naomi Rincón-Gallardo, and Isa Carrillo. After reading the welcoming exhibition mission statement within Pomona College Museum of Art’s entrance area, we proceeded to the lower level to the historical collection of sketches and drafts that reflected Orozco’s planning processes to create such a mural masterpiece that is located inside Frary Dining Hall of Pomona College that was completed in 1930; which we visited in conjunction with our itinerary of PST: LA/LA events.

We continued down the hallway and entered an expansive room that contained the video installation by Adela Goldbard. From the exhibit pamphlet provided by the museum, it explained that Goldbard and the use of fire while burning items in an effigy style were to symbolize the political violence of Mexico; some items that were set a blaze were: vehicle replicas and piñatas of politicos and bulls. The video and audio footage displayed within the museum, and the incorporation of volatile flames by Goldbard is similar to the inferno inclusion by Orozco with his piece “Prometheus” which according to Greek mythology, Prometheus gave fire to the human race that in turn enabled them to have progress and, later, civilizations. Through Goldbard’s video installation and within the context of Mexico, the fire of “Prometheus” has been an antithesis due to the country’s high level of criminal activity that is allowed by the corrupt politicians and police officials and not the civilized society related to the Greek god.

The next section that Robert and I entered was a curated historical timeline of facts, pictures, and ephemera between the connection of Pomona College and the “Prometheus” mural by José Clemente Orozco. After this we crossed into the extensive painting by Rita Ponce de León. Her body of work were the words spoken by Claremont College students who answered the following questions: “What does Prometheus mean to you?” and “What does art mean to you?” Ponce de León transferred these “inherited conversations” (students’ responses to questions) by directly painting them onto the museum walls thus, literally, leaving her mark on the Pomona College campus [similar] in likeness of Orozco’s “Prometheus” mural.

Our path was then guided to the works by Naomi Rincón-Gallardo. Patrons were instructed use the accompanying headphones to fully comprehend the videos that reflected themes of liberation, feminist thought, and the push towards to enlightenment which are pillars of the Greek god Prometheus.

The last mujer featured in this exhibit was Isa Carrillo. The accompanying literature explained Carrillo took direct inspiration from José Clemente Orozco due to her artist residency at his house studio in Guadalajara, Jalisco, México and her work was a direct response to her time there. Isa Carrillo included various pieces inspired by the tragic firework accident in which Orozco lost his left hand. For example one of Carrillo’s pieces was a display of test tubes filled with gunpowder which reflected the same substance that caused the amputation in 1904.

We departed Pomona College and drove to the neighboring campus of Scripps College to visit the second participating institution of the Ruth Chandler Williamson Gallery. This institution of the Claremont Colleges organized the exhibit “Revolution and Ritual: The Photographs of Sara Castrejón, Graciela Iturbide, and Tatiana Parcero.” The accompanying catalogue explained the focus to be of “women who have shaped the photographic field” of Mexico beginning in 1908 to the present and how these mujeres were trailblazers in their own right. This gallery made its presence known that beyond its autumn courtyard was a warm welcome for one to examine these female photographers who all shared a special connection to Mexico. The first woman was to our left, the surrealist photographer, Graciela Iturbide. The exhibit catalogue contained the details behind Iturbide’s subject matter. An essay by Ph.D. Associate Researcher Marta Dahó explained that Graciela Iturbide that photography was used “to preserve the intensity of the encounter characterized by an atmosphere of complexity and surprise” at a specific moment in time and space. This intensity is indeed captured by Graciela Iturbide in “Nuestra Señora de Las Iguanas, Juchitán, Oaxaca” (1979; translation: “Our Lady is the Iguanas, Juchitán, Oaxaca), a figurative portrait of a Mexican woman graciously wearing a crown of live iguanas atop of her dark hair.

We continued along the gallery walls in a clockwise fashion and found the second artist: Tatiana Parcero. This photographer used the medium along with historical imagery to create symbolism and interpretation through the human body. The essay by Dr. Esther Leah Gabara, an Associate Professor of Romance Studies at Duke University, stated that the artist used her own body as the model for all the pieces then layered the historical visual to create a unique interpretation for the patron to look between the lines or in the case of Tatiana Parcero, to look between the layers.

The third women in this exhibition was Sara Castrejón: a native from Teloloapan, Guerrero was born in 1888 to an affluent familia who studied photography in Mexico City at the age of eighteen which was an oddity for women during the early part of the twentieth century. In the center of the gallery, we reached Castrejón’s collection of original photographs as well as information inserts that recreated the harshness of the Mexican Revolution with hint of amazement for these artifacts to have survived this long. Noted research professor from la Universidad de Puebla, John Mraz explained in his essay within the catalogue that Castrejón returned to her hometown, a small city, to work alongside her sister Dorotea to open a photography studio and began to document the life occurrences when Mexico began to change due to the nation’s revolutionary movement. Sara’s decision to stay and be committed to Teloloapan as a resident was at the center of her photographic lens which led her to be “the only women to extensively document the Mexican Revolution (1910-20) [and] one of the earliest female war photographers in the world.” The curated display included different stages of the Mexican Revolution and its countless interactions with the city and residents of Teloloapan: from various revolutionary factions taking control of the township and the immortalization of military generals to documenting the lesser known sides of the rebellion - female participants, war effects on children, and the precious moments of life before execution.

To close our PST: LA/LA trip to the Inland Empire, we departed the Claremont Colleges and drove to downtown Pomona, just a few miles away. The third and final location was the dA Center for the Arts with “d’Aztlán: A Sense of Place”an exhibit that explored “the Chicano/a art movement and the vast influences that Chicano/a culture has had on the southwestern United States and beyond.” Some of the participating artists were: David Botello, Richard Haro, Frank Romero, Margaret Garcia, and various members of the Gilbert “Magu” Lujan family. The dA Center for the Arts provided a communal space for Chicano/a artists to share their work as well as to be added to a public or private collection.

(Detailed view of Emigdio Vasquez’s piece from “My Barrio” exhibit at Chapman University.)

On a Saturday afternoon in December 2017, Robert and I traveled to survey the numerous components of “My Barrio: Emigdio Vasquez and Chicana/o Identity in Orange County” displayed at Chapman University, a small private liberal arts college located in Orange, California. Our first stop on campus was the Guggenheim Gallery that contained Vasquez’s original paintings that portrayed the daily activities of Chicanos and Chicanas living in Orange County. This gallery exhibit also had contemporary artists such as Ana Serrano and Shizu Saldmando amongst other participating artist.

The second portion of the Vasquez legacy was found outside the doors of the Guggenhiem Gallery. Within the Moulton Hall Courtyard of the university was a mural in progress by Higgy Vasquez, son to the celebrated Emigdio Vasquez. Higgy’s mural about the history of Chapman University once completed will also leave a mark within county’s narrative.

From the informational brochures provided by the institution, we walked over to the third location of the Argyros Forum Henley Galleria, within the student union, to learned more about the life of Emigdio himself through a timeline perspective. Through a historical lense, we saw family artifacts and heirlooms to examples of important events within Orange County that impacted Emigdio Vasquez’s development of consciousness which later expanded further during the Chicano Movement of the 1960s and beyond.

The last and fourth location of the “My Barrio” exhibition was located a few blocks away from the main campus in the Cypress Street barrio of the city of Orange. Emigdio Vasquez’s mural “El Proletariado de Aztlán” (1979) contained symbolism relating to different aspects of the Chicano/a history: from the Aztec warrior and their society’s pyramids to the brothers & sisters fighting for labor and civil rights for the current and future generation of la Raza. In addition, this mural was recently restored by Higgy Vasquez, son of the artist, in 2014 due to the funding provided by Chapman University. Overall, “My Barrio: Emigdio Vasquez and Chicana/o Identity in Orange County” was a collective experience that brought together the history of this county and the impact it had in the artwork by the late Emigdio Vasquez as well as those who continue to be inspired by his various murals found throughout Orange County, California.

(Collection of “Undocumented Interventions” series by artist Julio César Morales at CAFAM.)

Our PST: LA/LA programming for December 2017 was “The U.S.-Mexico Border: Place of Imagination, and Possibility” at the Craft & Folk Art Museum (CAFAM) located in Los Angeles, California. The installations presented the “work of contemporary artists who explore[d] the border as a physical reality (place), as a subject (imagination), and as a site for production and solution (possibility).” This goal of exploration and explanation of border issues stayed true to its field: the analyzation of the unique relationship, history, and dynamics of the United States of America and Mexico border that expands across 1,954 miles and its impact on the millions of documented and undocumented people living on both sides of the border wall.

After taking in the introductory information, Robert and I began our journey through the various rooms and floors that manifested the impact of the border on the Chicano/Latino communities. We surveyed the works of various artists, such as Eduardo Sarabia and Betsabee Romero, who used reclaimed materials to demonstrated the power of globalization, commercialism, consumerism, and transnationalism.

On the first floor of CAFAM and adjacent to the introductory wall of exhibition title was the work by the Mexicana, Elizabeth Rustrian Ortega. The artwork entitled “Cruce de Armas” (2013) was a mixed medium piece in the form a fashionable women’s chunky necklace that consisted of synthetic materials shaped into smaller versions of fully automatic weapons in which a small female figure with no face sat atop of and was strung across a 14K gold-plated sterling silver barbed wire necklace. This distinctive necklace by Rustrian Ortega inspired me to think of this piece within the context of North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA) of 1994 and its effects of globalization and consumerism via the U.S.-Mexico border. Rustrian Ortega’s “Cruce de Armas” intentional shape of a necklace can also be interpreted to be the continuous and never-ending pattern of globalization and consumerism that produce amazing results for the people in power but come at a great cost to the people, their families, and communities.

After a small flight of stairs, we made to the third floor that contained part of the expansive exhibition “The U.S.-Mexico Border: Place of Imagination, and Possibility.” While taking in the artwork, I was surprised to see a statue of Chalino Sánchez, famous Mexican corrido singer, constructed out of cardboard and wood by artist Ana Serrano. Within the context of the exhibition, I connected Serrano’s manifestation of Chalino Sánchez in cardboard to the themes of commercialism and transnationalism. The subject matter of Chalino Sánchez (birth name: Rosalino Sánchez Felix) reflected his story as an immigrant from Sinaloa, México who during the during the late 1980s and early 1990s rose in popularity due to his unique interpretations of corridos y narcocorridos and his loyal fanbase who due to transnationalism knew and connected to the themes in his songs that included Mexican classics such as: “Nieves de enero,” “Tengo el alma enaorada,” y “Baraja de oro.” The use of cardboard as a medium by Ana Serrano can be connected to commercialism since cardboard boxes are used to move goods and items from one place to another; for example: from Mexico to the United States or del sur para el norte which can include music, personal items, family heirlooms, and cultural goods. To this day, commercialism and transnationalism keeps Chalino’s music alive since he was infused within the lives of Mexicanos, Mexican-Americans, Chicanos, and other Latinos who have heard, connected, and listened to his music for the past three decades.

We proceeded to the second floor and in a subsequent room, the works by Julio César Morales left a profound feeling due to my personal connection to the subject matter. “Undocumented Interventions #17, #1, and #16” illustrations depicted creative methods in which people, including children, risked their lives in order to cross the U.S.-México border through concealment. “Undocumented Interventions” showed the viewer how children and adults hid in everyday items to leave their native homeland in order to join the millions of people who work in U.S. to provide for their families. I connected to Morales’ series of works to my own family’s stories of migration through concealment and the greater risk that women and children/youth take to reach the United States in attempt to reach the “American Dream.” With his artwork, I took a moment of silence to remember my family trauma: stuffed into a car trunk with five unknown men and remain silent for countless hours; cross the U.S. border and the various checkpoints before reaching the final location; or, the desperation of wandering the Arizona desert for days while hiding from la migra to come back to one’s family after deportation.

In conclusion, this exhibition highlighted the truth, pain, resiliency, and tenacity of immigrants who cross through the U.S.-Mexico and all the communities who continue to work together to find solutions to border issues.

(Detail photo of Rafa Esparza’s ‘cumbre’ performance area at MOCA)

The final Pacific Standard Time: LA/LA event we attended landed us in January of the next calendar year, 2018, which also was towards the end of the overall PST: LA/LA event programming run. The showcase attended was Rafa Esparza’s performance of “cumbre” look as far as you can see in every direction - north and south, east and west” in Los Angeles, California at The Geffen Contemporary at MOCA galleries.

We learned the basis of the performance would be that “this newly commissioned work by Rafa Esparza is an ambitious, three-part performance at The Geffen Contemporary at MOCA. Esparza’s point of departure is a meditation on bridges and bodies of water as sites of connection and healing, division and risk. The artist’s performance responds to personal, familial histories of immigration into the United States and the deeply complex history of downtown Los Angeles. Esparza will be joined by artist Sebastian Hernandez for a special collaboration in the final segment of the afternoon’s performance.” Early arrival to the museum was necessary knowing there would be a line awaiting us to enter the venue. Once doors opened to the public, we were directed into the galleries transformed into am open concept performance area and guided over to a tall erected adobe edifice, part of which was a bridge the artist had laid under while performance goers crossed over to enter inside. Across from the bridge was a prominent sliver shiny wall which reflected opaque images of passers by. With the audience situated Rafa slowly came from under the structure. Dressed in what appeared to be a burlap modesty cloth wrapped around the waist. Adorning the artist’s neck were long braids of hair that wrapped around like a necklace. The artist later uncoiled the braids which reached to the floor. Esparza then proceeded to dress himself. Brown pants, white sneakers and a red button up long sleeve shirt. Once fully clothed, Rafa then focused on a intermediate wooden structure that had a small stage with a frame built on to it, all located near the center of the gallery. Water was activated and poured from the top of the structure cascading on to the fully clothed artist. The creative let it be known with grunts and other unpleasant sounds that the water was not to temperature and overwhelming. All the while a super imposed image of a river scene was displayed on one end of the gallery walls through out the performance.

After the artist had come down from the wooden structure drenched, I noticed multiple puddles of water dyed red on the gallery floor due to Rafa’s shirt bleeding pigment. Esparza then made a path to a clear acrylic podium located off to the side that had a backdrop of living succulent plants and adobe bricks. That is where Rafa started the construction of his spoken word part of the performance. The speech focused on personal stories of family, migration and life in L.A. The artist even transcribed the challenging negotiations with the museum for the commission. Amidst the speech, artist Sebastian Hernandez walked in to the gallery on all fours in a primal fashion. Dressed in only brown linen pants and his head covered in one inch squared mirrors adhered to his scalp. Sebastian performed an interpretive dance utilizing all the space in gallery while Rafa concluded his address. In silence, Hernandez discarded his pants only to be left in underwear. A pair of clear acrylic heels were put on and the waterfall was once more activated. The virtuoso climbed up as the water came down. Then sounds of a hard hitting bass line started to pump through the space. The composition Sebastian Hernandez performed to was Kelman Duran’s “1984, Primero, Ultimo” as the water rained down. Once the production concluded the artist got down from the wooden structure and stopped the water. That is when Rafa Esparza and Sebastian Hernandez came together to exit through double doors for the grand exit.

Read our full write up on this event as: CHICANO ART MOVEMENT attends: Rafa Esparza: cumbre: look as far as you can see in every direction -- north and south, east and west (2018)

(Collection of PST: LA/LA branded items)

In conclusion, the programming of Pacific Standard Time: Latin American and Latino Art in Los Angeles 2017 was an extensive cross-cultural effort by the Getty Foundation alongside the collaboration of artists, galleries, institutions, and countless people who created art spaces that facilitated dialogues between Los Angeles and Latin America at a pivotal moment in time. CHICANO ART MOVEMENT and its staff provided media coverage and comments on the different aspects and facets of PST: LA/LA 2017. In total, CHICANO ART MOVEMENT attended 18 programming events, drove 704 miles across Southern California, networked with numerous artists and colleagues, read museum exhibition catalogues & supplemental materials to provide original and exclusive content during the run of PST: LA/LA from our independent outlet - the CHICANO ART MOVEMENT perspective. Through our coverage of Pacific Standard Time: Latin American and Latino Art in Los Angeles (2017) on CHICANO ART MOVEMENT’s various social media sites, we brought insightful commentary from the ground floor as an active audience participant of this grand artistic initiative.

CAM decided to become engaged with 2017′s Pacific Standard Time was due to: (1) the increased amount of Latin American art exhibitions and participants; (2) the immediate art availability to us in Southern California; (3) the engagement invitations from listed institutions and FINN Partners to see and live through the PST: LA/LA 2017 experience; and (4) our previous immersion with 2011’s Pacific Standard Time: Art in L.A. 1945 - 1980. CHICANO ART MOVEMENT focused time and effort to appreciate, take in, and to preserve the artwork, perspective, supporting information, and visions that brought each specific agenda to life and fruition. Overall, CHICANO ART MOVEMENT took each program as an opportunity to: (1) learn about Chicana/Chicano contributions within the arts here in Los Angeles; (2) be informed by Latin American art; and (3) most importantly, to digitally curate these artistic contributions to be viewed.

With the new year of 2017, we received an invitation to our first interaction of Pacific Standard Time and attended the PST: LA/LA Countdown Celebration at the NeueHollywood in January 2017. This launch party was filled with announcements, musical acts, and opportunities to mingle with different supporters of the arts. The night’s festivities reflected the growth from its previous entry of 2011 since the 2017 edition now contained more exhibitions, genres, mediums, and artists including musicians & performance artists, from both local and international levels.

(Detailed view of “Over the Edge” an oil on canvas by Carlos Almaraz.)

Months later in August 2017 with the official launch of PST:LA/LA programming, CHICANO ART MOVEMENT reserved tickets for a late night press opportunity with Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA) Muse ‘til Midnight event that drew inspiration from PST: LA/LA which transformed open museums spaces to include musical elements via DJ sets of various genres of the 1990s. The first exhibit titled “Home --- So Different, So Appealing” contained different interpretations of the place of home with the added layer of migration. The listed artists provided a true reality of homes which led me to think of the concept of “staying in one place” can produce a sense of home and how countless Chicanas/Chicanos & Latin Americans are still working towards that goal. Moving to another area on the LACMA grounds, CAM staff saw the long awaited, life collection exhibition titled “Playing with Fire: Paintings by Carlos Almaraz.” Almaraz’s vibrant color usage provided clarity and beauty in his captivating car crashes and Echo Park scenes that enticed viewers to connect & get lost within the subject matter. The final exhibit on this LACMA trip was the exhibition “A Universal History of Infamy” with various participating artists. A specific piece that I gravitated towards was the installation by Vincent Ramos: an ephemeral collection of those “infamous” people in the Chicana and Chicano community. Ramos included books, magazines, pictures, tidbits, and historical information of infamous Raza members such as: Reies Lopez Tijerina, Freddy Fender, Ruben Salazar, and Lynda Carter. These three PST: LA/LA exhibits in conjunction with LACMA’s Muse ‘til Midnight provided a different vibe for patrons to enjoy the artwork with lively ambiance, promoted cultural expansion, and deconstructed the relationship between art institutions and its community members through a synchronization of art & music.

In the following month of September 2017, CHICANO ART MOVEMENT traveled to Muzeo Museum and Cultural Center in Anaheim to conduct a walk through of “Deconstructing Liberty: A Destiny Manifested.” Various Latin American artists shared their works and distinct interpretations of liberty as both a concept and a reality. In addition, the audience saw pieces that contained various themes of “post-liberty” such as: erasure, deletion, and insensitivity towards the people and their cultures of said Latin American countries.

In September 2017 and in conjunction with the Independence Day celebrations of various Latin American countries, the PST: LA/LA Concert was held at the historic Hollywood Bowl with the star studded lineup & in order of appearance: Mon Laferte (Chile), La Santa Cecilia (Los Angeles, CA), and Café Tacvba (México). From the concert, I most enjoyed that musical acts were included as an art form and that we had prime, front row seats to the whole performance during our first attending concert at the Hollywood Bowl.

(Concert lineup at the Hollywood Bowl, from left to right: Mon Laferte, La Santa Cecilia, and Café Tacvba.)

In October 2017, CAM returned to LACMA to survey another two entries of the PST: LA/LA itinerary. The first item of the day was “Found in Translation: Design in California and Mexico, 1915 - 1985” that created a visual, historical walkthrough of different examples of cultural exchange between the United States of America and Mexico. The focus was specifically the period between 1915 through 1985 in which over its 70 year span, each Mexico and the United States endured many transformations as countries with its peoples, respectively. From a historical point of view, the exhibit and accompanying catalogue shared accomplishments between the nations that highlighted artistic contributions and different interpretations within the four sectors of: Spanish Colonial Inspiration, Pre-Hispanic Revivals, Folk Art & Craft Traditions, and Modernism. Of all the items in this expansive exhibition, I gravitated towards the mid-century modern pieces as well as those related to Chicana and Chicano artists such as: Judithe Hernández, Yolanda M. Lopez, and David Botello. The last activity at LACMA for the day was an intimate tour of the Nuevo Museo de Arte Contemporáneo, or NuMu for short. This egg-shaped structure in a previous life actually sold eggs and, now in its current life, was transformed by Guatemalan artists Jessica Kairé and Stefan Benchoam into a traveling museum. The museum does grab one’s attention since it perpetuates that art can be containable, mobile, and connects with the audience on a micro level.

By late October 2017, CAM traveled to the Orange County shoreline of Laguna Beach, California to see three installments of PST: LA/LA. First, we saw saltfineart gallery’s exposition of “Descendants and Dissonance: Cultural Iconography in Contemporary Los Angeles” that featured Chicana/Chicano artists: Oscar Magallanes, Linda Vallejo, and Sonia Romero. Overall as an exhibit, Magallanes and Vallejo provided a critical point of view about the corporate imagery that is found in pop and personal cultures. In regards to the works by Sonia Romero, CAM was informed by gallery staff that her contributions were not viewable since the artist had already collected her pieces. After the art gallery, CAM walked a short distance to the Laguna Art Museum & its two entries in the PST 2017 programming. On the museum’s main floor, it housed the “California Mexicana: Missions to Murals, 1820 - 1930” exhibition containing paintings and artworks that provided a historical perspective of California as a Mexican territory to its growth as an incorporated state of the USA. On the Laguna Art Museum’s lower level, the works of “Dan McCleary: Prints from Oaxaca” provided an inside view to his thought & physical processes of printmaking working with copper plate etchings, techniques McClearly learned from Oaxaca.

In mid November 2017, CAM stepped onto the University of California, Irvine campus to view the “Aztlán to Magulandia: The Journey of Chicano Artist Gilbert ‘Magu’ Luján” retrospective organized by its University Art Galleries. This exhibition of the artist Gilbert “Magu” Luján reflected his interesting themes of love, mythic creatures, and migration. His vivid ceramic examples made one wonder about Luján’s academic graduate studies at UC Irvine during his MFA Sculpture program (1970 - 1973) and his pivotal role in organizing the first institutional exhibit of “Los Four: Almaraz/de la Rocha/Lujan/Romero” debuting at UC Irvine’s Art Gallery in 1973 before moving to LACMA in 1974.

(View of fine art print titled “Ford Enchilada being followed by un pan chicano” by Gilbert “Magu” Luján.)

The next of Pacific Standard Time programming took us to the eastern edge of Los Angeles County on a Saturday in late November 2017 to see a few entries. At the Claremont Colleges grounds, we traveled to the first location of the Pomona College Museum of Art to see the exhibit “Prometheus 2017: Four Artists from Mexico Revisit Orozco'' (as of summer 2020, it is now known as the Benton Museum of Art at Pomona College). This programming of 4 artists -- Isa Carrillo, Adela Goldbard, Rita Ponce de León, and Naomi Rincón-Gallardo -- drew inspiration from the original Prometheus artwork by José Clemente Orozco (located in the college’s dining hall) and surrounded the viewer with contemporary examples, interpretations, and inspiration projected by the Orozco piece. Overall, Pomona College Museum of Art presented a very pleasing historical foundation with its permanent collection of how influential Orozco’s Prometheus fresco is on students and visitors as well as with artists. On the other side of the Claremont Colleges, we entered the Ruth Chandler Williamson Gallery at Scripps College for “Revolution and Ritual: The Photographs of Sara Castrejón, Graciela Iturbide, and Tatiana Parcero.” All three artistas Mexicanas provided snapshots of the historical and contemporary impacts of Mexico on its people during a specific moment of time. As a photographer and digital curator, I connected to Castrejón, Iturbide, & Parcero and their usage of cameras, modern techniques, and subject matter since it conveyed the intimate thought behind the framed shot. Our last destination was away from the Claremont Colleges and five miles later, we were at the dA Center for the Arts located in Pomona’s Downtown. The dA Center’s PST: LA/LA exhibition was entitled “d’Aztlán: A Sense of Place” that included a collection of different Chicana & Chicano artists and their personal interpretations of Aztlán.

In early December 2017, CAM traveled to Chapman University to survey the Chicano muralist of Orange County, Emigdio Vasquez. The expansive endeavor of “My Barrio: Emigdio Vasquez and Chicana/o Identity in Orange County” was divided into four parts with three on campus locations & the other a few streets away, all properties belonging to the university. At the Guggenheim Gallery at Chapman, as a space it displayed Vasquez’s works that highlighted the urban perspective of Orange County barrios alongside other contemporary artists: Shizu Saldamando, Ana Serrano, and Ken Gonzales-Day. After exiting and directly across the gallery, we were in the Moulton Hall Courtyard and saw the new mural & its in-progress state. According to the accompany “My Barrio” exhibition map & guide: this “new mural [...] will celebrate Chapman University’s history and identity” and “the mural is generously funded by the Ellingson family and is to be executed by Higgy Vasquez, who apprenticed under his father for many years, and is assisted by his sister, Rosemary Vasquez.” We then walked to the university’s Argyros Forum Henely Galleria area for Vasquez’s artistic outline of “critical events and movements of Mexican and Chicana/o history.” This included the agricultural aspect del barrio since Chicanas/Chicanos and Mexicanas/Mexicanos provided the needed human labor to work the orange groves that primarily covered the county between the 1940s through the 1960s. Away from campus and located within the community was the fourth Vasquez component, his “El Proletariado de Aztlán” mural that was originally painted in 1979 and was mostly restored by his son Higgy Vadquez in 2014. “El Proletariado de Aztlán” contained elements of the Chicana/Chicano consciousness and enlightenment since he displayed themes of huelga of political & agricultural topics, cultural resistance against Yankee assimilation & hegemony, and flourishing communities of color living in postwar America.

The day after Xmas 2017, we traveled back to Los Angeles’ Wilshire Boulevard to take in PST: LA/LA participating exhibition titled “The US-Mexico Border: Place, Immigration, and Possibility” at CAFAM (the Craft And Folk Art Museum was renamed to Craft Contemporary in 2019). The participating artists provided various examples of the hyper commercialization of goods, ideas, labor between the United States of America and Mexico. The various contributions in “The US-Mexico Border” exhibit illuminated the misconception of the American Dream and its unattainability by countless people on both sides of the USA/Mexico border since 1848 to the present day.

(Guillermo Bert [b. 1959, Santiago, Chile] and his 2016 cotton, woven textile piece titled “La Bestia/The Beast”)

A late entry within the PST: LA/LA programming came in mid-January 2018 with the performance artist of Rafa Esparza with “cumbre: look as far as you can see in every direction -- north and south, east and west” at the Geffen Contemporary at MOCA, the Museum of Contemporary Art in Los Angeles, California. With tickets, we joined patrons for the performance of Rafa Esparza and special guest Sebastian Hernandez who engaged the audience from the moment one walked into the space. Through artistic expressions, they gave life to Esparza’s powerful written and spoken narration of life testimony that gave examples of inner dialogue when contesting boundaries.

To close, 2017’s Pacific Standard Time: Latin America and Latino Art in Los Angeles had lots to offer in the artworld. PST’s participating institutions and artists filled Southern California with meaningful art of different mediums which inspired, connected, and resonated with us. From my point of view, it was historic & empowering to see Chicanas and Chicanos being invited to contribute their artwork and have it hung on institutional walls but was the attending audience from the Chicana/Chicano community? There was a somewhat disconnection between the art and getting the audience to the artwork for illumination & resonation to occur. From personal recollection of what we attended, most venues only had a handful of attendees and I was left to ponder if PST 2017 met its numerical goal of people in attendance, particularly the number of people for whom this endeavour is named after.

Out of the list of CAM attended events, there were some highlights. My favorite was the PST: LA/LA Concert at the Hollywood Bowl since a great rockero band like Café Tacvba was the headliner and with our seating, lived the “front row life” & experienced their musical catalogue in a historical venue of Los Angeles. Robert gained the most knowledge from “Revolution and Ritual: The Photographs of Sara Castrejón, Graciela Iturbide, and Tatiana Parcero” at the Ruth Chandler Williamson Gallery of Scripps College. From attending and reading the accompanying catalogue, Robert learned a different perspective of Mexico as a nation including real life, gruesome historical details and events of the Mexican Revolutionary War. Of this exhibition and its participating female artists, Robert gravitated towards Graciela Iturbide’s famous surrealist works & was intrigued by Taitana Parcero’s contemporary twist of overlapping imagery on photographs.

(CAM’s catalogue collection of PST: LA/LA 2017 attended exhibitions.)

CAM would like to recognize and give thanks to those who provided support, materials, and information about PST: LA/LA which helped with our commitment in supplying commentary & curation of the Chicano Art Movement experience. Our appreciations go out to:

Maura Klosterman-Vu, Senior Account Supervisor at Polskin Arts & Communications Counselors -- A Division of FINN Partners

Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Laguna Art Museum

The University Art Gallery and the Contemporary Arts Center Gallery at University of California, Irvine

The Ruth Chandler William Gallery at Scripps College

Stay tuned here and our other social media sites for the final installation of a three part series by CHICANO ART MOVEMENT blog’s coverage of the review of PST: LA/LA Attended Programming.

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yletylyf · 3 years ago

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Holiday fluff day 20!

To Close the Parting Year: After settling into a relationship and building a life together, Severus Snape and Tom Riddle close out their first year living by themselves in their cozy cottage.

A month of prompts from HP De-stress December; read the posts tagged with hp de-stress december starting from Day 1 at the bottom of the page. These drabbles take place after the end of my long Severus Snape/Tom Riddle fic, The Secret of the Philosopher’s Stone.

The rating has possibly gone up due to a mild swear word in this chapter.

December 20: Christmas Break at Hogwarts

McGonagall had kindly opened her Floo for the party, so Tom and Severus did not have to Apparate to Hogsmeade and walk all the way to the castle in the miserably cold Scottish weather.

It was a small mercy compared to the bigger problem that was having to attend this party.

Severus emerged from the Floo and exchanged nods with Filch, who was standing at the fireplace for security. Tom spun out of the fire behind him, having managed to transport the trays of cookies perfectly, without one falling out of place.

Severus led Tom from the Headmistress's office down to the staff room.

"I haven't set foot in this castle in a very long time," Tom said, his voice low, sounding slightly melancholy. "It feels so... different without students."

"It's a bit eerie, being alone in it after dark," Severus said.

"I like it," Tom said simply.

Severus took Tom's hand and held onto it the rest of the journey.

The party was in full swing when they arrived in the staff room. Pomona Sprout immediately pressed cups of punch into their hands when they entered, and Tom presented the cookies he'd baked with a flourish.

"Oh, these are lovely," Pomona beamed. "You must be Severus's partner, who we have heard so much about and never got to meet."

"Corvin Gaunt," Tom agreed, with a charming smile. "Nice to meet you."

"It's about time you came to one of our staff parties," she said. "We were beginning to think you were avoiding us."

"It's only due to Severus's dislike for parties," Tom explained, but he sent Severus a fond smile as he said it. "He has attended the holiday staff party every year for what, ten minutes at a time?"

Pomona chuckled. "How did you know?"

Severus left them to it, as Tom turned to fuss over how to display the cookies on a table already overflowing with food and drinks. Severus let himself be drawn into conversation with Hestia Jones, which managed to stay interesting for a while. Severus mentioned he'd read her new textbook on Defense Against the Dark Arts, and she was eager to hear his opinion.

Severus's opinion was mostly favorable, so it was a safe topic for a holiday party. After a bit, Andromeda Tonks joined them. Andromeda had taken over Severus's job as Potions professor a few years ago, and she brought up the topic of his freelance potions research. Both Hestia and Andromeda were intelligent and attentive listeners, and Severus did not find it onerous to socialize with them.

Making the rounds, McGonagall eventually inserted herself in their circle to greet Severus and express admiration for the cookies they'd brought.

"That was all Corvin," Severus said, a little recklessly. "We wouldn't have brought anything to this if it were up to me."

"That I believe," McGonagall said dryly. "I was surprised to hear you agreed to come at all."

Severus shrugged. "Corvin wanted to meet you lot."

McGonagall looked conflicted for a moment; Severus imagined she was wondering, again, whether Dumbledore was right about Corvin Gaunt's secret identity. "He seems to be getting along well with everyone."

Severus turned to look in the same direction she was. Tom was chatting with Filius Flitwick and Septima Vector, both of whom were smiling and laughing.

"He is making an effort to charm them," Severus said with a sigh. "It's what he does."

"Do you know what evidence led Dumbledore to accuse him of being You-Know-Who?" Hestia asked, her eyes bright and her expression very eager.

McGonagall, Andromeda, and Severus all turned to stare at Hestia. A little shocked, Severus realized that she'd probably had one too many cups of the punch, and that the punch was not just punch.

"What a topic for a holiday party," Andromeda drawled.

Hestia did not falter. "I've been desperate to meet him for ages. He is so handsome. I cannot believe Dumbledore would accuse him of such a thing."

The group was silent for a moment or two. Finally, McGonagall cleared her throat and answered the original question.

"Dumbledore had evidence that You-Know-Who was the last surviving member of the Gaunt family, through his mother's line. Dumbledore was therefore suspicious of another person claiming to be the last surviving member of the Gaunt family, through his mother's line. In addition, Dumbledore believed that You-Know-Who never died, and that Dumbledore had tracked You-Know-Who's spirit to Britain at the same time Corvin Gaunt chose to move here from the Continent."

"And what is the truth?" Hestia asked Severus, her face slightly flushed.

"He doesn't know," Severus said simply. "He's never had contact with any other Gaunts in England. They are all dead. If You-Know-Who was part of the family, Corvin has no way of ever knowing."

"What a story," Hestia sighed, as though she thought it were romantic. She drifted off, moving to attach herself to the group talking to Tom across the room.

Andromeda, who knew the truth about Tom, kept a very straight face for all of this and stayed conspicuously silent.

"Dumbledore's evidence is less persuasive with every year that Gaunt lives peacefully in our society," McGonagall admitted.

Severus made a face. "I told him that from the very beginning," Severus grouched. "Corvin is nothing like You-Know-Who. I don't know why Dumbledore persisted with the campaign against him."

"The stakes are quite high," McGonagall reminded him.

Severus shrugged. He drained his glass of punch, and realized he too was feeling the effects of alcohol.

"Trust me," Severus told McGonagall. "He has no plans to wage a war and overthrow the Ministry."

McGonagall gave him a thin-lipped smile. "Since the Minister refused to believe it as well, we aren't left with much choice other than to trust you on this, are we?"

Severus shrugged again. "I'm going to get something else to drink," he said, and turned his back on that conversation.

Bloody holiday staff parties. More trouble than they were worth.

#my fic #sniddle #Severus Snape/Tom Riddle #hp de-stress december #holiday fluff #drabble

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The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley: Pt. 1, Ch. 3

PART 1: WHERE IT ALL BEGAN Chapter 3 - The Schedules

Nova

The next morning, Tulip and I both got up early as we couldn't wait to go to the Great Hall and meet with Tonks and Penny. We went down the wrong corridor twice before we finally found the big wooden door. The first time we went right instead of left and came to some sort of a Bell Tower. The other time we went up instead of down the Grand Staircase which made us come to the Hospital Wing instead of the Great Hall which was now open wide. You could hear the students talking to each other and having breakfast already.

We hurried inside as we looked for a set of pink hair. We knew it would be easier to spot Tonks than Penny and soon enough there she was. They were sitting at the end of the Hufflepuff Table already eating their breakfast.

“There you are! What took you so long?” Said Tonks with a full mouth when we finally arrived at their table.

“You can sit with us.” Penny saw that we hesitated to sit next to them. “We only have to sit with our Houses for formal events and dinners.” She explained further and nodded to the Slytherin Table, where a Ravenclaw and a Gryffindor were sitting with a bunch of Slytherins.

“We got lost twice! The Grand Staircase is a real riddle!” Said Tulip as we sat down and started putting food on our plates.

“How was your first night?” I asked Tonks and Penny.

“Oh, it is so beautiful and so much fun! Our Prefect is so nice, her name is Jane and she is such a lovely witch. And oh, you should see our Common Room, it has flowers everywhere!” Penny said excitedly, as she squeezed my arm and shook it a little.

“Can't even remember the Common Room, to be honest.” Said Tonks, frowning as she tried to recall the events from last night. “I was so tired that I don't even know who my roommates are.”

“I am, you dummy.” Penny said to her with a concerned look on her face.

Tulip was just finishing describing the view from our room, both Tonks and Penny stared at us envious about that one when a friendly-looking witch and a tiny man came to us. I didn't know their names but I recognized them as two of the professors sitting at the large table next to Dumbledore the night before.

“Good morning girls.” Said the witch and smiled at us politely. “My name is Professor Pomona Sprout. I am Hufflepuff's Head of House and your Herbology teacher. This is Professor Filius Flitwick.” She looked at the tiny man next to her.

“Yes, I am and along being Ravenclaw's Head of House, I also teach Charms.” He said with a squicky type of voice which made me wonder if it was always like that or was he just really excited about Charms. Either way, I was happy he was our Head of House.

“Are you here to tell us we can't sit together?” Asked Tonks sadly.

“Oh no, Miss Tonks. We are just here to give you your class itineraries for this year.” Professor Sprout said as she handed a piece of parchment to Tonks and Penny. “There is nothing wrong with friends from different Houses to sit together, as long as it isn't a formal event.” She added with a smile, while Professor Flitwick handed Tulip and me papers as well.

“Can't wait to see you all in classes.” Said Professor Flitwick happily as he and Professor Sprout walked away.

I looked at the paper and squealed in excitement as I read out loud:

“Monday: Double Herbology (Ravenclaw & Hufflepuff), History of Magic (Ravenclaw & Gryffindor), Potions (Ravenclaw & Hufflepuff)

Tuesday: Flying (Ravenclaw & Slytherin), Double Charms (Ravenclaw & Hufflepuff)

Wednesday: Double Astronomy (Ravenclaw & Hufflepuff), Defense Against the Dark Arts (Ravenclaw & Gryffindor), Transfiguration (Ravenclaw & Gryffindor)

Thursday: Double Potions (Ravenclaw & Hufflepuff), History of Magic (Ravenclaw & Gryffindor)

Friday: Defense Against the Dark Arts (Ravenclaw & Gryffindor), Transfiguration (Ravenclaw & Gryffindor)

We have a lot of classes together!” I said surprisingly.

“You call that a lot of classes? We have lessons together 5 times per week. We have 6 classes with Slytherins and only Flying with Gryffindors.” Said Tonks grumpily.

“That is still better than nothing, Tonks.” Penny tried to cheer her up.

“And we have no classes together on Friday!” Said Tulip, equally disappointed.

“Yes, but think about it. We only have 2 lessons on Friday and then it's the weekend, meaning we have 3 days together. And it's Sunday so we can do something together today.” I joined Penny.

“Alright, alright, I'll take it.” Said Tonks as she ate the last piece of her toast.

After we all finished with breakfast, we decided to explore a bit and see what Hogwarts has to offer. We went to visit the Clock Courtyard and the Middle Courtyard where I already saw myself sitting down and drawing.

We visited the Library, which was absolutely amazing and I just couldn't wait to read every single book those bookshelves had to offer. Our trip there was cut short, however, because Tonks doesn't really know how to whisper and a serious-looking lady called Madam Pince threw us out.

It was getting dark so we decided to go to the Owlery instead of the Black Lake to write to our parents. Pip found me immediately as we entered. He hooted lovingly at me and sat on my shoulder ready for his first adventure.

“Aww, you have your own owl!” Said Tulip as she petted Pip on the head. “I chose a toad since we have 3 owls at home.”

“My mum let me have one of her owls and I am in love with her, aren't I Bunny!” Said Penny as a white owl sat on her arm.

“You named your owl Bunny?” I asked puzzled.

“I think it's wicked!” Said Tonks as she said down and basically took Pip from me.

“Don't you have any pets, Tonks?” Tulip asked her, looking for an owl.

“Nah, my mother almost made me bring our old cat that is missing an ear and I would rather bite my tongue off than be scratched by that little beast.” Penny and I giggled. I sat in a corner, pulled out my quill and some parchment, and started to write.

Mum,

I am sorry to say, that you own 10 Galleons to dad. I was sorted in Ravenclaw after the Hat debated for a minute or two between the two Houses.

I have already made some friends on the train. One is a Ravenclaw like me, her name is Tulip. Penny and Tonks are in Hufflepuff but it's okay, we have a lot of classes together.

Should I write a separate letter to dad or will you tell him the good news?

I know you were rooting for me to be in Gryffindor, but I love being in Ravenclaw! We have such a beautiful Common Room and the view from my room (which I share with Tulip) is spectacular, I can see everything! And we need to solve a riddle every time we want to enter the Ravenclaw Tower, it's so exciting!

We discovered the Middle Courtyard today. I think tomorrow after classes I will go there and draw.

I miss you and dad already!

Love, Nova

I carefully folded the paper and put it in an envelope, calling Pip to me, which made Tonks rather sad. He was so excited when he saw the letter in my hand that he nibbled my ear, took the letter, and flew away.

While going back to the Great Hall for dinner, Tonks was explaining why she didn't write home as part of her mischievous plan to get back at her parents for naming her Nymphadora. We couldn't help but laugh as we knew that she will never stop telling us about all the plans she has to get back at them.

After dinner, we said goodbye, Tulip and I confident that this time we will find the Ravenclaw Tower on our first try. When we were in the middle of the Grand Staircase it changed and we got lost again.

“Which class are you most excited about?” Tulip asked me, scratching her head, trying to remember how to get to our Common Room.

“All, to be honest. Although I can't deny that I can't wait for Transfiguration and Charms.” I admitted. “What about you?”

“Hmm, Astronomy and Charms as well. I can't wait to learn all the spells we can use to cause a little havoc up in this place.” I shook my head, giggling as we finally spotted the door with the bronze eagle.

“It's fast, it flies but is rarely seen as its color has a slight sheen.” Said the Eagle.

“A Snitch!” I exclaimed and the door opened.

When I laid in bed that night, I couldn't help but get excited for our first day of lessons tomorrow. I was curious about how well Penny will do in Potions and I couldn't wait to learn about History of Magic. I fell asleep with a smile on my face, as I felt incredibly lucky to be at Hogwarts with such brilliant three friends.

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jessethorn · 5 years ago

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Some Los Angeles Tips

People are always asking me what they should do when they visit LA. I am by no means the greatest LA expert on earth, but I’ve lived here more than a decade now, and I have some ideas for you. Note that I live in the far Northeast corner of LA, and really rarely travel to the western half of town. So if you are looking for advice on Beverly Hills stuff or Malibu stuff or whatever, I am not that helpful. Also this is very subjective and really non-comprehensive in general. Just some stuff I like!

In General

Rent a car if you drive, but don't be afraid to take the bus or subway. There are some very long distances to traverse, and not everything is convenient to transit, but the transit is reasonably comfortable and efficient for a lot of purposes (going downtown, for example), particularly when combined with some judicious ride-sharing. There's plenty of parking everywhere, despite what Angelenos would have you think. Don't try to do too many things in one day, or cross town on the 10, 101 or 405 at anything even resembling rush hour (ie between like seven and ten thirty or three and seven on weekdays). Stick to one area for the day, maybe two.

The Museum of Jurassic Technology This is the best thing in Los Angeles and one of the best things in the world. It is part museum, part art project. To explain it much further might ruin the experience of visiting it, but please take my word that it is one of the most amazing places in the world.

The Watts Towers As the name suggests, they're in Watts, a bit out of the way for some trips, but absolutely without a doubt worth the travel. They're an incredible artwork/building built in a backyard out of rebar, concrete, glass and tile by an illiterate Italian immigrant in the mid-20th century. Worth signing up for a tour, they are cheap (it's a city park) and not all that long. There's also a little gallery on the site. One of the great works of American outsider art and a deeply beloved city treasure.

Other, More Regular Museums LACMA is a world-class art museum. The collection is a bit scattered (and as of this writing a wing is closed for renovation and replacement), but it's really good. It's in Mid-City on the Miracle Mile, and surrounded by other museums. The Petersen Automotive Museum is pretty cool if you're into cars. La Brea Tar Pits are more park than museum, but the museum is fun in a kitschy way, if you're into prehistoric creatures. It's also a nice place to eat lunch. In Exposition Park are a few major museums - the Natural History Museum is pretty good, though not better than others in other major cities (the Field Museum or whatever). The science museum is OK but significantly outclassed by the competition (it's no Exploratorium), though it does have a real space shuttle, which is pretty sweet. The Annenberg Space for Photography does what it says on the label. A good mid-size museum of photographs, check what show is up. The Broad is a nice contemporary art museum in a beautiful building that's right near Walt Disney Concert Hall, also an incredible building. They have a second campus in Little Tokyo that's very nice but smaller.

Architectural Stuff The LA Conservancy runs affordable walking tours that take you into some of the most fascinating built environments in LA. The subject matter ranges from Art Deco in downtown to the modern skyscrapers of the 50s through 90s. They're mostly Saturdays, but a few also run on weekdays. Can't recommend them enough if you're up for a couple hours of walking. You can go inside the Bradbury Building and up into the upper floors! It's cool. (The Conservancy also runs screenings in the big movie palaces downtown, which are mostly otherwise closed to the public. Definitely recommend those.) A couple of other architectural highlights: the Hollyhock House is in Barnsdall Park in Los Feliz. It's a restored Frank Lloyd Wright estate willed to the city many years ago that as of relatively recently runs regular tours. Also in the park is the city art museum of LA, which sometimes has some cool shows. Cal Poly Pomona students run tours on Saturdays of the Neutra VDL studio and residences in Silver Lake, which can be combined with a nice walk around the lake and some middle-aged-hipster watching. The Gamble House in Pasadena is an absolutely breathtaking craftsman mansion with a lot of

Griffith Park Griffith Park is one of the largest urban parks in the United States. It has all kinds of stuff within it - the LA Zoo, the Griffith Observatory, some great hiking. It's a great place to spend some time. If you have little kids, they will love Travel Town, a train graveyard/museum that's inside the park (and free!). The zoo is good if you like zoos, though not incredibly great or anything. The Autry Museum of the American West is worth a visit if you're into that kind of thing.

The Grove I know that we talk about The Grove a lot on Jordan, Jesse, Go. Please do not waste your vacation time at the Grove. It's a mall. It's fine. This also applies to the Americana at Brand, which we sometimes talk about because we have talked about the Grove too much. Also a mall. A little nicer than some? I went there when I needed a new power cable for my Surface.

Dodger Stadium Look, I am a Giants fan and hate the Dodgers, but if you are a baseball fan, Dodger Stadium is a great place to watch a baseball game. Even I can admit that. Angel Stadium is about as generic as it gets, but if you go on a weekday you can take a train from Union Station in LA.

The Getty Center The Getty Center is a beautiful building on a breathtaking piece of real estate. It's pretty cool to visit, but be aware that most of the art is pretty early, so if you don't like busts or paintings of feasts and stuff from the bible, then it might not be your jam art-wise. And getting up there is a whole thing. That said: it really is a beautiful building and an incredible view, so you probably won't feel like it's a waste. And if you like busts, then get your ass over there.

Downtown Stuff I will again recommend the LA Conservancy's walking tours to get a flavor of downtown LA, which is very walkable and full of incredible stuff. The main library is a beautiful edifice, the history of which is detailed in Susan Orlean's The Library Book. Worth wandering around in. Grand Central Market is a great place to get a bite, though pretty bougie at this point. Right next to Grand Central Market is Angel's Flight, a block-long funicular that is a lot of fun and costs next to nothing. Besides this, there are still functional specialized commercial districts in downtown LA. The flower district is particularly fun - the big flower market opens early for wholesale sales but is open to the public and there are tons of stores selling silk and artificial flowers which are very fun to wander through. There are also areas with stores specializing in selling imported toys, store fixtures (a favorite of mine), jewelry and fabric. Most of the fabric is kinda garbage honestly but there is a good tailor supply store called B. Black and Sons and a great hat making store (worth visiting even if you don't make hats) called California Millinery Supply. FIDM also has a thrift store with cheap fabric leftover from LA-based factories.

Movies The Arclight is a fancy movie chain, and the Hollywood location (near Amoeba Records) is also the home of the Cinerama Dome, which is pretty fun. The Vista is a great single-screen theater on the east side. There are some great rep houses on the west side - check your local listings.

Comedy Stuff The UCB has a few great shows every night at both locations. It's hard to go wrong, though you should be aware you will be seeing things that are a little rougher than whatever makes it to your town as a road show. The signature improv show is Asssscat, which is absolutely as good as it gets. Dynasty Typewriter (right by our office) has a lot of great shows these days. A great standup show is Hot Tub at the Virgil. The big comedy clubs have pretty comedy-club-y comedy in them, not necessarily what I'd recommend, though you will certainly see a lot of relatively big names doing sets. The Improv Lab sometimes has MaxFun-adjacent headliners who've put together their own lineups, as does Flappers in Burbank. Largo has bigger-name shows of this variety as well, and if you go see a show there headlined by a Sarah Silverman or Patton Oswalt, the lineup will likely be packed with their pals, even if they aren't advertised.

Some Places To Eat This is NOT a comprehensive list. First: Jonathan Gold died a few years ago, but he is still the king of LA food. Anything he recommended in the Weekly or Times is still the gold standard (no pun intended). He was also a wonderful writer and a champion of foodways that are unfamiliar to many in LA, much less outside LA. If you are a food nerd, KCRW's Good Food is a superb local food show (and podcast) produced by Nick Liao, who used to work at MaxFun.

Philipe's The French Dip A restaurant that's been around for literally a century, with sawdust on the floor, big jars of pickled eggs, ladies in hairnets and really tasty French Dips. They have competing claims to having invented them but the other competitor turned into one of those goofy sleeve-garter-barman subway tile exposed lightbulb places about ten years ago. Philipe's is totally for real and great.

Pie N Burger This is just a burger place in Pasadena that sells classic SoCal-style burgers and is really great. Cash only, though.

Langer's The only one of the Jewish delis in LA that's really worth a special trip. The #19 (pastrami, cole slaw and swiss on rye) is truly one of the world's greatest foods. Pastrami here is better than anywhere else I've ever eaten, including those famous delis in New York.

Park's BBQ

One of many great Korean BBQ restaurants in LA, but the only one recommended to me personally by Jonathan Gold. (I also like Soot Bull Jeep, which barbeques over charcoal and will leave you smelling like smoke, and Hae Jang Chong for all-you-can-eat.) (There are LOTS of different kinds of Korean food, but I am not an expert on the soups and blood sausages and bibimbaps and etc., but if you're adventurous, you could eat a different Korean food at a different spot every month in LA and make out well.)

Guelagetza Oaxacan food is one of the best kinds of food in the world, and Guelagetza is an LA institution that serves good-quality Oaxacan food. Moles, tlayudas, queso fundido. If you've never eaten any of this stuff, a couple of chicken moles are a great place to start (as is Guelagetza).

Dim Sum You can drive all the way to the San Gabriel Valley and eat at one of the many wonderful dim sum places there. That's where the best stuff is. If it's not worth a special trip to you, I like a place called Lunasia in Pasadena, and they also serve dim sum for dinner. Not a HUGE menu but good food.

Mozza This pizzeria, now a sort of group of restaurants, is an unimpeachably excellent Fancy Meal in LA. So (per my producer Kevin) are the other restaurants run by the same chef, Nancy Silverton.

The Dal Rae This is an old-timey fancy restaurant in Pico Rivera, a semi-industrial part of LA. It's just a great place to wear a suit to and eat Clams Casino. Famous for their table-made Caesar salad (legit great) and pepper steak (too peppery for me). Generally the food is excellent in a 1955 sort of way.

Bludsoe's Best Texas-style barbeque I've had outside of Texas. Used to be a window down by the airport, now a fancier place on La Brea, but I'm told the food is just as good at the fancy place.

Pupusas I love to eat pupusas. Maybe my favorite food. I really like to eat pupusas at Los Molcajetes on Hoover in Westlake (near Koreatown). Note they are weirdly big here (a regional variation of some kind) and they only take cash. (Note also this is one of 10,000 restaurants in LA named Los Molcajetes.) I also sometimes eat at a nice sit-down Salvadoran place called Las Cazuelas on Figueroa in Highland Park.

In N Out In N Out is good! It will not change your life! But it is very tasty, especially for a $4 food! Some people complain about the fries, which are fresh-cut and fried only once and thus are less crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside than some others! I think they are fine! Try In N Out, why not! But maybe don't make a whole special trip to do so!

Tacos and Other SoCal Mexican Food Stuff Everyone has their own favorite taco places, and none of my favorites are so special they should be destinations. They are mostly my favorites because they are close to my home and work. But I can tell you that I like to get sit-down Mexican-American food at La Abeja on Figueroa in LA, where I eat a lot of carne adovada and enchiladas and sometimes albondigas or breakfast. I also really like to eat carne en su jugo at Carnes Asadas Pancho Lopez on Pasadena in Lincoln Heights. I eat tacos from Tacos La Estrella on York in Highland Park or the truck (with no name) across from the Mexican consulate on Park View at sixth in Westlake. At night I sometimes get cheap tacos (I like buche) from the place that opens up on Pasadena at Avenue 37. I like the shrimp and fish tacos at Via-Mar on Figueroa. I like Huaraches from Huaraches Azteca on York. The burritos at Yuca’s in Los Feliz (or Pasadena) are great, though they are totally different from the SF-style burritos that I grew up eating. I sometimes get nachos at Carnitas Michoacan on Broadway in Lincoln Heights, which feature meat and cheese sauce and are gross but also really, really good. I have also eaten at the very fancy Mexican restaurant Border Grill and to be honest it is really good even though the interior feels a little like a cross between a fancy restaurant in 1989 and a Chili's.

El Coyote This is a famous Mexican-American restaurant from the early part of the 20th century, but you shouldn't go there because the food sucks.

Stores I Like This is going to be REAL subjective, but a few stores I like which sell the kinda stuff you'd expect me to want. &etc - A great (small) antique store at 1913 Fremont in Pasadena. The Last Bookstore - A downtown bookstore that is the closest thing to a "destination" book store in LA. Good selection and reasonable prices on used books, and a nice art book room. (Records as well, but they're not very good.) Gimme Gimme Records - I like this record store in Highland Park. You'll pay retail here, but reasonable retail, and the selection (while not immense) is really excellent. Good stuff in all genres.

Secret Headquarters - One time at this small comics store in Silver Lake the lady at the counter asked if I was Jesse from Jordan Jesse Go and they won my business forever in that moment. Don Ville - My friend Raul makes and sells shoes (and repairs them!) in the northern part of Koreatown. If you have the dough, get him to make you some shoes! The Bloke - A really great little menswear store in Pasadena. Sells cool (expensive) trad-ish brands like Drake's and Hilditch & Key and Alden. The Good Liver - A beautiful shop in Little Tokyo specializing in perfect home goods. The perfect scissors, the perfect dish towel and so forth. Some things are expensive, some aren't. H Lorenzo Archive - The "outlet" shop of a designer clothing store on the west side. Discounts aren't huge, but the selection is really interesting, and they have a good collection of one of my favorite brands, Kapital. Sid Mashburn - Excellent classic clothing shop on the west side. Suit Supply & Uniqlo - if you haven't got these where you live, they're the places I usually send people for reasonably-priced tailored clothes (Suit Supply) and cheap basics (Uniqlo). Olvera Street - This is an old-timey tourist attraction, a street of folks selling Mexican handcrafts (and their Chinese-made analogs). Right near Union Station and Philipe's, and a great place to buy factory-made huaraches (the shoes, not the food). They even have sizes big enough for me, which is pretty much impossible to find in Mexico or most Mexican-American shoe stores. Thrift Stores - I go to a lot of thrift stores but if I told you which ones you might buy something I would have bought so I'm not going to tell you which thrift stores.

Flea Markets You may know I am at the flea market every weekend. The good fleas are on Sundays, and there's one every week. First Sunday of the month is Pasadena City College, a big (and free) market with pretty reasonable pricing. PCC has a pretty big record section in addition to the regular flea market stuff. Second weekend is the famous Rose Bowl flea, which is HUGE and has a big new goods section (blech) and vintage clothing area (good!). Third weekend is Long Beach Airport, which is a great overall show. Fourth is Santa Monica airport, which is smaller and a little fancier but very nice. The Valley flea is also fourth Sundays, at Pierce College, and that's not huge but sometimes surprises me. With all of these, the earlier you can arrive, the better you'll do (not least for weather reasons). I usually try to get there around 7:30 or 8:00. The Rose Bowl in particularl is a 4-6 hour operation if you do most of it. There are also a lot of swap meets - I don't know enought to recommend any in particular, but these are much more about tube socks and batteries and bootleg movies than antiques and collectibles. Still can be fun, though, and are certainly a proud SoCal tradition. (The Silverlake Flea and the Melrose Trading Post are garbage, don't go there.)

Going to the Beach I'm not a huge beach goer, but by all means go to the beach if that's your thing. The Annenberg Community Beach House in Santa Monica is a great place to base your operation, though you have to arrive in the morning on busy days to get a parking spot.

Kid Stuff I mentioned Travel Town, that's pretty great. Kidspace in Pasadena is a very good children's museum. The Bob Baker Marionette Theater is a great place to see a marionette show straight out of 1966. There's a good aquarium in Long Beach though it's a bit nutty there on weekends, and the zoo in Griffith Park is a good zoo. I really like Descanso Gardens, a big botanical garden northeast of LA. Huntington Gardens is also very nice, though it's much more expensive and hotter.

Geography Los Angeles is BIG. I'd say try to spend each of your days within about a sixth of it, geographically. It's entirely possible to do west side and east side stuff on the same trip, but don't try to do them on the same day. Look at a map and look at driving times when you're planning. Neighborhoods in LA are BIG, geographically speaking, don't assume two things in the same neighborhood are an easy walk. There aren't a ton of urban neighborhoods suitable for wandering in the way there are in some places. A few manageable general areas for stuff you might like: Silverlake/Los Feliz/Echo Park, Koreatown, Highland Park, downtown, Little Tokyo and the Arts District. (I live in the northeast part of town, and don't spend much time on the west side, which is one reason why this list focuses more on east side stuff. Some folks like West Hollywood and Venice on the west side. Long Beach and Pasadena are both neat towns with their own thing going on that might be worth a visit, too.)

Books & Media The Great Los Angeles Book is probably City of Quartz, a socialist-leaning history of LA. I really loved Susan Orlean's The Library Book, which is about the library as an institution, but also specifically the LA central library and the mysterious fire that nearly destroyed it. And a wild guy named Charles Lummis who was one of the founding fathers of LA culture and was really something else. (You can visit his house - it's right off the 110 near Highland Park.) An LA movie I love is The Long Goodbye, which is sort of a predecessor/inspiration for The Big Lebowski. A shaggy mystery directed by Altman where Elliott Gould just sort of wanders around LA. Another really cool one is Los Angeles Plays Itself, a long (long!) film essay about the ways the real Los Angeles has been used to create fictional worlds in film over the decades.

TV Tapings I'm not an expert in TV tapings. I can say that I've been to a few Conan tapings, and while it takes a LOOOOONG time to get in there, the show is fun to watch live. This is generally true of talk shows and most game shows, which tape more or less as-live. Sitcoms take WAY longer than you were expecting them to. Make sure to try to book tickets early if you have something you want to see. No matter what it's a most-of-the-day thing.

Nightlife Is a word that describes evening activities - especially dance clubs. I am old and don't know about these things.

The Magic Castle I can't get you in, please don't ask me to. I went a couple times. It's fine. If you're not into magic you're not missing too much. If you are, then obviously, it's a priority.

The Walk of Fame and Hollywood Not recommended, not worth it, don't bother.

Disneyland Why would you want my opinion about Disneyland? It's Disneyland. You're in or you're out.

San Diego If you happen to plan a side trip to San Diego, you can take the Amtrak there, and it is a breathtakingly beautiful and exceedingly pleasant trip. I have no San Diego expertise to impart beyond that, however.

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BASICS

Name: Pomona Rue Sprout Nicknames/Alias: Mona, Pom, Professor Sprout, Assistant Pomona Tag: ( plants > people; pomona )

Face Claim: Zoey Deutch Age: 25 Gender: Cis Female Sexuality: Pansexual Date/Place of Birth: June 24; Perth, Scotland Currently: London, England Blood-status: Half-Blood Former House: Hufflepuff Occupation: Professor of Herbology at Hogwarts Rank: Teaching Assistant

HISTORY

Childhood/Family Life: See Bio

Education: Hogwarts, Hufflepuff Alumni

Accomplishments: Various Herbology accolades

Regrets: not standing up when the opportunity presented itself, ???

Secrets: wishes she was born a muggle, thinks life would be easier that way

PERSONALITY

Positives/Virtues/Skills: kind, passionate, tireless

Flaws/Weaknesses: insecure, withdrawn, untrusting

Personality Type: xxx

Myers Briggs Personality Types

Archetype: The Botanist

Likes: plants, animals (her dog Briar Rose), muggle storybooks, pizza, sweets Dislikes: red meat, rock music, ???

Dreams/Ambitions: to become the primary Herbology professor at Hogwarts, to write a comprehensive guide to plant-life to be taught as curriculum

Fears: disappointing others, death, the chaos of war, being abandoned (avoids getting close to others), Lord Voldemort (after seeing him during a battle)

RELATIONSHIPS

Parents: Elladora Dearborn, Christopher Sprout Siblings: Giselle Sprout Children: N/A Extended: the Dearborns (cousins) Spouse: N/A Current Partner: N/A Ex-Partners: Finn Finnagan Boss/Employer: Minerva McGonagall Co-Workers: Rubeus Hagrid Friends: Raveena Patil (roommate), Devna Rai Enemies: Death Eaters & affiliates

SKILLS

Weapon of Choice: Poison, plant-life (if necessary)

Physical/Magical Strengths: Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, Potions Physical/Magical Weaknesses: Charms, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts

MISC

Scars: various small scrapes from angry plants along her arms; hidden self-harm scars in her legs Tattoos/Piercings: two lobe piercings; a small, smiling cactus on her ankle that dances Physical Disabilities: N/A Mental Disabilities: unspecified anxiety disorder

FULL BIO

The wizarding and muggle worlds were never meant to blend - some believe that to a flaw, defending it with hatred and violence; others see it as an ignorant barrier that conflicts with progress. Pomona isn’t sure, either way, but she knows the line is there for a reason. Elladora Dearborn fell in love with a muggle. Or, she thought it was love. All of those sweet nothings and whispered promises were forgotten when her magic was finally revealed during the pregnancy. Christopher tried to endure it, tried to understand it, but it seemed so unnatural. His Catholic heritage, full of priests and other religious occupations, did not account for magic. It was heresy. And he tried to fix it, with holy water and his fist. When Pomona was only five years old, Christopher had enough. Unknown to Elladora, but he had been lying to his family about his marriage for years. Many of his relatives didn’t even know he had a child, and, from that day forward, he didn’t acknowledge her either.

Pomona had trouble resenting him, although she tried. The tears didn’t stop and the pain only worsened with age - was she not enough? what had she done wrong, other than be born? To be rejected so wholly was not something she could recover easily from. But, some deep part of her understood that this was against his nature - that she was. It was her fault, she established firmly, despite the comfort from her mother. It was okay, she insisted, some people aren’t meant to be loved. And her mother tried, too. She tried to be close to the little girl who represented so much distain, so much resentment from the man she once loved. But the hugs were tense and the condolences strained. When Christopher called Elladora unnatural, an abomination, it was as if Pomona was the result. And even a mother couldn’t shake that insecurity.

There was a small garden in their backyard - the plants stretched to meet her and the flowers bloomed to say hello. It was where she felt welcome, wanted even. She sat beneath the hedges and built houses for the bugs that crawled amongst the dirty and debris; she watered the vines with a pink elephant watering can. When she arrived at Hogwarts, sorted into that lovely yellow house, she found that plants had their own class - their own vocation! The years only encouraged her love and passion for the unbiased greenery. Care of Magical Creatures piqued her interest as well. So many different animals, so many different breeds, all of them capable of loving more strongly than any human she had met.

When she was sixteen, she received a shocking letter from her father. It wasn’t full of the apologies he owed - but that she did not expect. Instead, it was a short statement meant to be a courtesy more than anything, forced upon him by his new wife. She had discovered his past and that he had a daughter from a previous marriage, which he kept well hidden for years. Of course, she did not know about the evil lurking beneath that girl’s skin, capable of resurrecting plant-life and taming beasts, so the letter was encouraged in partial ignorance - or so she believed. Christopher wrote only that Pomona now had a younger sister, whose name and age he did not say. It hurt. It felt as though someone was twisting their fist around her heart. She didn’t even get to know her name; she barely got to know about her existence. Did she know about hers?

It was easier to remain withdrawn from the world, to lock away with her plants and animals for company. The other girls in the dormitory complained about the overgrown flowers sprouting from her corner of the room, but each time she was forced to cut them away, they came back. It was as if they were trying to protect her from whatever made her cry.

Hogwarts had become a comfort. Here, she wasn’t abnormal. She hadn’t done anything wrong with her birth and her life. Pomona was another face among the crowds, the girl who would probably be a professor one day. She fit in like a little puzzle piece and she didn’t want to leave. So she didn’t. Pomona moved from the student dormitories to the professors’, and her position switched accordingly. She’s been an assistant since, teaching younger grades and caring for the greenhouses, doing exactly what made her happiest.

The war has made things complicated, to say the least. While the castle may very well be the safest place for her, it has not shielded her as well as she hoped. After the first notable attack, she refused to stray from castle grounds for a full year. When she eventually ventured out - Raveena insisted that her behavior was unhealthy - her biggest mistake found her in that dark, crowded pub. Finn. What a dangerous, handsome face he had. Words stopped coming to her and her balance disappeared. He had that effect on her, even to this day. And how she loved him, how she tried so hard not to. It would only lead to disappointment, she knew that, but she wasn’t disappointed at first. Pomona was happy. But nothing lasts forever. His distant, aloof attitude frustrated her and brought about those deep insecurities. Some people aren’t meant to be loved.

Although in previous years, she lived in the castle the entire year, Raveena convinced Pomona to branch out. Professor McGonagall seemed to think it would be a good idea, too. So, Pomona moved into a flat with her best friend in London and the chaos of the city has been an adjustment, to say the least. If she had stayed at Hogwarts, she would’ve have gotten caught in the middle of that attack. If she had stayed at Hogwarts, she wouldn’t have seen Voldemort himself walk through the rubble, as she tried desperately to play dead amongst the injured and the (truly) dead. How can she even go from there? Pretend it never happened? Let it consume her? Or take a stand, with what little bravery she had to offer?

#lmao i abandoned her bio graphic bc it just wasnt working #( bio; pomona sprout )#( bio; all )#THERES ACTUALLY SOMETHING UNDER THE CUT THIS TIME #this is also an old graphic so the quote doesnt match but its still zoey

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