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I have seen a bunch of positivity/appreciation/whatever for fanwriters/artists but like. remember to appreciate your scanlators/translators. like the scanlating scene is not what it used to be because the official sources have picked up lot of like. popular mangas but you still rely on scanlators etc for more niche works and... I used to do lot of scanlating and I don't think I EVER got a positive comment or any appreciation and like... at least when I write and share my unhinged fic or art I made it to amuse myself but if I am scanlating a comic I already can read it obviously so ANY work I am putting in is 100% for other people... I have literally scanlated whole-ass series because I knew ONE person read them at all and I wanted them to experience a series I liked. If people don't like your work tho why would anyone do it then?
#i keep being bombarded in my most popular sideblog for scanlation requests to this day#which is a fandom that got a recent english adaptation with lot of non english source material#the anglophone entitlement tho omg#the amoutn of people getting mad at me for brazilian portuguese existing??? what do you want me to do about it#and every comment i ever got about my translation was a complaint or disagreement
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peste
#ninjago lloyd#lloyd garmadon#ninjago#my art#lego ninjago fanart#lego ninjago#a favor for a friend#commission...?#i lost a bet so#peste can mean two things in portuguese#some people call their child âpesteâ when they considerer them to be misbehaved#but it can also mean pest which is a destructive insect#oh well time for bed
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was watching gabe and he was Very nervous about not being able to speak english with bad and the chat made a really good point which was; yeah they (fit and bad) . are used to this.
like its just very interesting to me in hindsight that qsmp prepped bad and fit to be very comfortable around people who didnt speak english or that they didnt understand, so it doesnt rly faze them.
in comparison early on i think it gave them both a bit of a shock ? to be like woahwoah what the fuck are you saying. very like deer in headlights kind of anxiety
but now theyre reasonably comfortable with it. which makes them perfect for events with translators because they're good with rolling w the flow.
fit says he wants to hear portuguese, he encourages it, bad is quick to read translations and keep up conversation and he can describe what he means in other words if he notices the translator messes up. they know to course correct if it fucks up and says something weird.
#arkanis#qsmp#someone was like yeah bagi only spoke portuguese with him for like. a MONTH#and theyre besties#arkanis team picked the most Chill guys who've been TRAINED in this shit from qsmp to not freak out when they hear language they dont know#it just struck me that yeah there's really not a better stress tester for this than these two#i will say they do better in events with people they KNOW who speak that language#i.e bad in one of the hunt games he did with like. soaaring and aquino
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this post is for my like 2 portuguese mutuals𫶠miku tuga na festa da terrinha
#i love this trend of people drawing miku inspired by their own culture#acho q a fiz demasiado tuga ja nem parece a miku#hatsune miku#fanart#my art#portuguese miku#miku portuguesa#tugapride
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I'm gonna rant because I am TIRED of gringos talking about brazilian politics without having the decency to research about it
No, "brazil banning x/twitter" is NOT THE SAME as the US trying to ban Tiktok. The US want to ban tiktok simply because it's chinese. Y'all can cry about personal data all you want, but in the end of the day it is because Tiktok is not from the US.
Brazil IS NOT BANNING TWITTER. Brazil wants Twitter to get rid of accounts that organized/fomented the attempted coup last year - which is, in fact, a crime. Elon refused to obey the SOVEREIGN DECISION OF BRAZIL, and is threatening to leave brazilian market (good riddance). As y'all can see: No, here in Brazil it is not "freedom of speech" when your speech is a CRIME. Same goes for racism, xenophobia, homophobia and so on. I am truly sorry that the US as a country has brainwashed most of their citizens to believe that freedom of speech is the human right to rule above all else, including human decency.
What I see online is obviously far right people talking shit about it, but my God if I see another goddamn liberal talk about my country the same patronizing way I am seeing right now, I might as well talk shit about yours too. The difference being that I do not see my country as the paragon of perfection and center of the world, contrary to some if not most US citizens
Fuck you to anyone who gets bothered by any english mistake I made. Got mad? LEARN PORTUGUESE THEN
#update in notes#brazil#twitter#obligatory disclaimer: gringo in portuguese is NOT a bad word (it only means foreigner)#obligatory disclaimer 2: if you are a nice american that does their research and listen to local people - this post is not about you
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i drew this back in 2019 and never colored it until now.
#erasermic#aizawa shouta#yamada hizashi#eraserhead#present mic#eri#bnha#art#fanart#digital art#comic#dadzawa#dadmic#so in fanfic i see a lot of them divided into papa and daddy#or variants on that#like i know papa is also used in japanese#but i wish there was more involved with tosan or otosan#because for me at least the japanese/english divide makes the most sense#because personally one grandmother is VĂŽvĂł (portuguese) and the other grandmother is Abuelita (spanish)#and i know that other people use like Nonna or babushka#so the most obvious divide is language
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Did you model the way Alessa speaks on Morrigan from Dragon Age?
A little bit! The 'tis and fool, for sure. I loved Morrigan (one of my all-time favorite video game characters), and her way of speaking stuck with me when I first played Origins as a teen.
Alessa has twists and turns of phrases of her own, but initially, I loosely based her way of speaking on Morrigan â the formal way they speak is a perfect way to keep people at a distance. Formality can be used as armor, and Alessa's controlled, icy personality seeps into the way she speaks.
She also had a more academic upbringing than other peasants at the time, so her vocabulary is vastly larger. Alessa likes to put it to use and watch others struggle to understand her.
#Alessa's voice is so familiar to me now#I could write her in my sleep#alessa#the golden rose#in portuguese a very formal way of speaking is a sign that you're not close to a person nor do you wish to#is why people often ask âcan I treat you as tu?â#Alessa would be the person that answers 'no' xD
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Imagine getting murdered by an Italian whoâs 5â2â thatâs so embarrassing like he had to jump up to reach your heart Mario and Luigi style
#dragon age#dragon age veilguard#dragon age the veilguard#lucanis dellamorte#heâs probably like 5â9ââ which isnât short thatâs average#Also this is not a dig at people who are short Iâm just failing at being funny once more#and yes I know antiva is influenced by Spain/Portugal and not Italy#Wait is that true? I know the language is based on Portuguese and Spanish but what about the culture#Trick I have another question
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[A sad violin song plays over an image of a sad hamster]
Pac: This doesn't have anything to do with me â I wear a blue sweatshirt, you're crazy, this mouse doesn't even have a sweatshirt, this hamster! [Reading chat] Am I a depressed hamster?
[ Transcript continued â ]*
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Pac: Actuallyâ that's fine! I embrace that idea â of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy? [He hits his desk, then starts counting off people on his fingers] Fit is gone, Richarlyson is gone, Ramon is gone, Bagi and Empanada who were always there when we were there are also gone, I haven't seen them! It's just me and Tubbo, and sometimes Philza shows up.
Pac: I lost Chume Labs, I lost the Favela, I lost Murder Mystery, I lost Ilha Chume Labs, it's crazy! Look at how much I've lost, and I've gained nothing! Of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy?! How am I supposed to be happy?!
Pac: [Reading chat] "You have us Pac," that's true, thank you. No, that's true, sorry.
* NOTE: Please note that this is an incomplete transcript, as I was primarily relying on Aypierre's translation mod at the time and if I am not confident of the translation, I do not include it. As always, please feel free to add on translations or message me corrections.
#Pactw#QSMP#Pac#March 18 2024#As much as I love keeping people updated about Pac / the other Portuguese-speaking creators#I think I might not make as many transcribed posts for their clips anymore#I just don't think I'm qualified enough to be transcribing things for a language I don't know#like yeah we have the Qlobal Translator and Aypierre's translators to rely on#And I'm always upfront when I'm not 100% sure about a translation#but I've been thinking about it a lot and it kinda makes me feel a bit icky. Idk.#I might be overthinking this but I just I don't want to spread around translations I'm not super confident about#esp. since I know a lot of people cite my clips in analysis posts or link them to other people as resources#and 90% of the time I'm like ''Hell yeah I love seeing people getting a lot of use out of the archive''#but sometimes I get a bit anxious like ''Did I do a good enough job translating this''#''Am I ruining someone's entire perception of a conversation or character because I left one word out or mistranslated something?''#And like I said that's normally not a HUGE concern since if I'm not certain about a translation I just won't post a clip. but you know#idk it might just be the anxiety talking but I really really don't want to spread bad info#Happy to hear other folks' perspective#I'm really grateful for people like Bell and Pix and others who translate clips and I always try to reblog those#but we don't have a ton of people posting clips & translating things on Tumblr since we're so English-centric#which is part of the reason WHY I like sharing clips of the non-English-speaking CCs#but at the same time I want to do an accurate job representing what they're saying#Maybe I'll just start posting things and give a TLDR context of what they're talking about but not a transcript#that way native-speakers can hop in and add translations if that's something they're comfortable doing#and if not then well. at least I'm not sharing something that isn't super accurate#idk I'm just thinking out loud a bit in the tags#But I'm open to hearing other people's thoughts on the matter#Anyways giant rant aside. q!Pac is NOT doing ok rn
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chip art??? from me???? no freaking way!!!
#no id#đ my posts#đïž art#just roll with it#jrwi riptide#chip lastname#i didnt give him a belt in my prev design BUT IT IS BACK!!#his canonical lack of belt knowledge captivated me#why doesnt he know how belts work#he is trying to sew his clothes back up but he is rlly bad at it#the soles of his shoes have probably come off several times and he sews those back on too#MENACE to society#also is a portuguese speaker hello hello#i love having characters speak languages and be a part of cultures i have no clue anything about#<- can i be honest i just listen to my mutuals and other people i like#'jay is jewish' 'chip is latino' ON IT BOSS o7#i follow this fandom's orders blindly i dont make the rules
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Ishimondos basically
#mondo owada#kiyotaka ishimaru#ishimondo#not sure if this will only be understood by people who speak portuguese.... anyway
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iâm an atheist but thank you god for bringing bagi streaming minecraft rp back to me
#iâm seated for arkanis#the people are telling me to leave bc itâs not starting until god knows when but iâm simply too seated#i donât care about the language barrier it wonât stop me time to learn portuguese for real this time#if sheâs similar to qbagi or IS her oooooh boy
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People declaring the Pope should excommunicate Joe Biden for genocide has me like??? Bro...what do you think the Catholic Church was built on...
#Pope Francis did call for a ceasefire and actually used the word ''cease'' even if he used waffly both-sides language#he's also been pretty progressive about recognizing and apologizing for the church's role#in the Canadian First Nation's and Rwandan genocides#but that's still bare minimum#and there was that whole deal with the Catholic Church helping save Jews in the Holocaust#but trying to help the people you helped victimize in the first place shouldn't be counted IMO#certainly doesn't erase centuries of Jewish persecution#xtianty#colonialism#Spanish colonialism#Portuguese colonialism#genocide#genocide Joe#free palestine#knee of huss
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I heard it's Valentine's Day in Brazil today so I thought I'd draw my childhood otp for the occasion đ
Raimundo is sharing some sappy romantic songs from his childhood with Kimiko. While Kimiko doesn't understand Portuguese very well, that doesn't stop her from enjoying the beautiful melodies she's hearing right now!
They're currently listening to Velha InfĂąncia by Tribalistas
#xiaolin showdown#raimundo pedrosa#kimiko tohomiko#raikim#my art#someone once introduced me to this song#and honestly it's such a lovely song#highly recommend people listen to it#even if you don't know portuguese very well
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Salvador Sobral
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
DOB:Â 28 December 1989
Ethnicity: White - Portuguese
Occupation: Singer, songwriter, musician, activist
Note 1: Won Eurovision 2017 representing Portugal. In doing so, he gave Portugal its first ever win in the contest since its debut in 1964.
Note 2: Has a heart condition and could not perform in the first Eurovision rehearsals. He'd had an operation that forced him to rest ahead of the performance in the semi finals. Salvador has since had a heart transplant.
Note 3: Is intersex
#Salvador Sobral#intersexuality#lgbt#lgbtqia#lgbt+#intersex positivity#intersex people#male#straight#1989#white#Portuguese#singer#songwriter#musician#activist#first#eurovision#disabled#heart transplant#heart condition#intersex
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before it felt like a sin, ch. 2
ch.1
pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC
word count: 6900
summary: Eloise never wanted to be different.
And yet, her differences are what have defined her life up until this point: growing up as a squib in one of the most prominent wizarding families, being exiled to muggle society, and then attending Hogwarts at the age of sixteen.
She finds herself thrust into the life she should have been prepared for from birth but was denied. As she navigates this new life and her new precarious position in her family, she must come to terms with the fact that maybe what she dreamed of her whole life isn't turning out how she ever expected it would.
a/n: here's chapter 2!! I just wanted to add these amazing beautiful drawings I look back on allllllll the time, by @kay9leo đ„č𫶠I LOVE YOU SO MUCH !!!!! đđđđđđ
I also want to reiterate that this fic is REALLY CANON DIVERGENT!!!!! I will NOT be following the gameâs plot at all really with this (it really starts to diverge around chapter 6/7 maybe I donât remember), and I donât see Eloise as the gameâs MC either.
Things were definitely not going as plannedâŠnot that Eloise had really known what to expect. Almost from the moment the portkey had brought her to meet Professor Fig, it seemed like everything had gone from bad to worse.
And it had all started out so well. He had handed her the provisional wand, and upon contact the magic coursing through her had been exhilarating. Finally Eloise was able to experience what she had dreamed of for so long. All too soon, however, she was putting the wand to use in ways she hadnât imagined. Watching Mr. Ospric die had made her blood run cold but then she didnât have the luxury of processing the shock as so much was happening at once and there was a dragon and death and thenâŠanother portkey? Before she knew it, she was fighting some sort of sentient guardians in some mysterious Gringottâs vault and there was concrete proof of the goblin uprisingâŠit was simply too much to take in at once.
Now, she was standing in front of the ornate entrance to a room Professor Fig had called the âGreat Hallâ. He checked the pocketwatch inside his robes again, and muttered (more to himself than anything) âhopefully the sorting is still going onâŠâ and then in a louder voice as he glanced at Eloise - âcome along then, young Eloise!â
He peered more closely at her then, taking in her pale appearance and added in a kinder tone, âIâm sure youâre hungry. Weâll just head in and get you sorted into your house, and then an early night for the both of us. Donât worry about the things that were lost in the attack - Iâm sure one of your new housemates will share her things with you until they are replaced.â
With that, he pushed open the doors and ushered her in. In any normal circumstances, Eloise was sure that she would have been absolutely in awe of the breathtaking appearance that greeted her. It was simplyâŠfor lack of a better word, magical. The ceiling was enchanted to look like the night sky above the castle, stars glimmering through the wispy purple clouds that covered the ceiling. There were thousands of candles floating in the air, illuminating the hall in a soft, golden light.
She couldnât focus on any of that.
As soon as Fig opened the double doors, the low chatter that filled the Great Hall slowly faded as everyone turned to look at who had entered. Eloise froze. Hundreds of faces all staring at her, filled with curiosity.
Judging her.
They must all know that she was a squib and didnât actually belong there.
No. She had proved her magical capabilities earlier that day, albeit in a different manner than she had expected. She deserved to be here just as much as they did.
The teacher at the far end of the hall was saying something and the students surrounding her had begun to whisper amongst themselves. There was so much buzzing in her ears that she didnât hear a word that was said. Then, a familiar voice - how in the world could it still be familiar after so much time? - broke through the fog and her head turned sharply to the side at the noise.
âEloise?â
Her gaze met familiar hazel eyes as Leo quickly stood up, taking a step towards her before he caught himself and stayed where he was. If the shock hadnât already been apparent enough in his voice, one look at his expression told Eloise everything. He hadnât had any idea that she had been accepted to Hogwarts. After she had been burned off of the family tree by her mother, it was like she didnât exist anymore. Of course he hadnât known that she would be there.
Leo had changed since Eloise last saw him. Of course he did, she thought to herself. It had been five years, after all. The same unruly black curls, same eyes. And yetâŠhe almost seemed a stranger to her. He was taller, face more angular and defined than it had been at thirteen. Voice deeper. But, the expression of vulnerability and guilt written all over his face was something she recognized well. It was the same expression that he had had the last time he saw her, the face she sometimes saw before falling asleep. Just as quickly as it flashed across his face however, it was gone, hidden behind a stony exterior. His expression hardened and he sat down just as quickly as he had stood up, quickly averting his eyes. The people around him were looking between them curiously, but before Eloise could even begin to process this new situation, she felt a gentle push on her shoulder.
Professor Fig had been talking to her. ââŠthe Sorting Hat. You need to go up and get sorted into your house.â
She looked up at him and realized that he was gesturing to the front of the Great Hall, vaguely recalling how Leo had described the sorting ceremony in his first letter home from Hogwarts. Everyone was still staring.
Well, let them, she thought. Eloise tossed her braid over her shoulder and lifted her head high, straightening her posture in the meantime. Did it matter if everyone was staring at her? She determined that if people were going to be whispering about her, speculating about her, she would give them something to talk about. About the girl who was admitted in her fifth-year at Hogwarts. The girl who surpassed them all.
Eloise shook off Professor Figâs hand and walked to the raised platform, where there was a stool and a professor waiting with an ancient wizarding hat in her hands. As Eloise sat down, a semicircle of professors behind her and the tables of students in front of her, the hat was placed on top of her head. It was so formless and well-worn that the faded fabric slid over her eyes and she was surrounded by darkness.
HmmâŠinteresting, a voice purred in her mind. Eloise jumped at the sound. Donât worry, dear. I wonât hurt you, although I suppose that not everyone would say that. My, my. You have had a rough go of things, havenât you?
Itâs not often I get to sort a new fifth-year student. She realized that it was the hat talking to her. Always much more interesting, you see. The first-years are always fun because I get to see their potential and who they will turn out to be, but even that can be fallible sometimes. People are shaped by their experiences.
An older student, though? Someone closer to the person they will be, with more experiences that have shaped them? Oh yes, these are the ones I like the most.
Wait, thought Eloise. Youâve sorted others like me before?
Oh yes. A pause. The voice purred in her ear. I can see the hunger for knowledge in you. ButâŠRavenclaw seems too simplistic. Behind the intelligence lies great ambition. A desire to prove yourself. Prove you belong. Yes, you may have had a rough life but you have managed to use whatâs around you to your advantage. So, you must be aâŠ
âSLYTHERIN!â
Eloise started at the sudden shout, realizing that it must have been out loud. As the hat was pulled off of her head, she could see the students at the table at the far end of the hall, the one Leo was at, break into furious whispers amongst each other. The teacher with her smiled kindly and pointed Eloise in their direction. âThatâs the Slytherin table, dear. Once you sit down, we can begin eating.â
Eloise got up numbly and slowly walked towards the table. The whispering got louder as she neared it, and the students kept shooting her glances. Most seemed simply curious about the new, older student who had just been sorted into Slytherin, but others looked at her with hostility. Two students moved aside and motioned to her.
âFigured you would rather sit with us than the first years.â
The girl who spoke gave her an appraising look, taking in her muggle clothing and mussed-up hair. Eloise sat down next to her, nervously smoothing her hands over her skirt. Now that the sorting was over and she was actually interacting with her future classmates, she felt exhausted and completely unable to keep up her facade of nonchalance.
âI was going to ask if you like quidditch butâŠjudging by your clothes -â
âGods, Imelda,â came a drawling voice to Eloiseâs left. âCanât you give the poor girl a break? Not even one second at our table and youâre already trying to recruit her for the team.â
The boy who spoke gave an amused look to Imelda before turning to Eloise. âYouâll want to watch out for that one - if she even gets a whiff of the fact you can fly a broom, sheâll be out to recruit -â
âItâs not my fault!â Imelda interrupted forcefully, smacking her hands on the table and leaning over Eloise to talk to him. âOur best players all graduated last year and I have it cut out for me -â
â- you to the Slytherin team,â the boy concluded, ignoring Imeldaâs heated protests. She sat back with a huff and crossed her arms. âJust ignore her. Itâs what weâve found works best. Iâm Sebastian Sallow and this is Ominis Gaunt. Two people you will actually want to spend time with.â
He stuck his tongue out at Imelda as he held his hand out to Eloise. The boy across from them snickered quietly to himself as he listened to Imelda splutter in denial. Eloise shook Sebastianâs hand hesitantly. âEloise. And actually,â she added, turning to Imelda, âI do know what quidditch is. Unfortunately, Iâve never ridden a broom though.â
That got Imelda going again, this time about how it was absolutely impossible that someone could know about the existence of quidditch without ever touching a broom. She seemed to be of the opinion that knowing of its existence meant an undying desire to learn how to play. âSo youâre not a mudblood, then? Oh, who am I kidding - of course youâre not. Weâre in Slytherin, after all. But howâŠâ
Fortunately, food started appearing on the table before Imelda could finish her thought. It was enough to move her attention from Eloise as she began to pile different foods on her plate. To be quite honest, Eloise was relieved. She wasnât sure how much she wanted to tell others about her circumstances, especially during this first night before she knew anyone. Would they think differently of her if they knew that she had been disowned from her family and presumed a squib?
Who was she kidding? Of course everyone would judge her for that. Besides, she knew she wanted to talk to Leo before revealing anything - maybe he could help her get a feel for how to approach the situation. If he wanted to even associate with her, that is. Once again, the thought passed through her mind that he could have changed through the years, just as she had. Their parents could be quite persuasive, and more often than not the two siblings had learned that it was easier to go along with them than against.
Leo had grown up with the adoration of their parents, showing magical prowess at the young age of three, when his favorite toys started following him around in a little parade. Eloise, on the other handâŠas the years passed and she still wasnât showing signs of anything at all, not even a measly show of a sneeze blowing her away, their parents started working to distance the siblings from each other. It hadnât been very effective and yetâŠwithout her presence, she could see him moving on in his life. Just as she had tried to do.
A sharp poke to her side. Eloise jumped and looked at Sebastian. âArenât you going to eat anything? You need to grab the good things before theyâre gone - itâs every man out for himself during the feasts.â
She looked around and, sure enough, the food on the plates was steadily going down. It all looked absolutely delicious - mountains of meat, bread, puddingsâŠher stomach growled loudly as she took it all in. Eloise hurriedly started putting the closest food to her on her plate, reaching over to give herself a heaping serving of mashed potatoes on the side. âThank you.â
âNo problem,â he replied after swallowing the food he was eating. âIâm sure youâve had a long day if you arrived that late to the sorting ceremony. As you walked up to the stool, Ominis and I had a bet about which house you would be sorted into. I told him, after my first glance at you, that I could tell youâd be one of us, but unfortunately, he - â
âHey! I can hear you,â Ominis said from across the table, leaning forward slightly. Eloise realized that he was blind - his eyes had no pupils at all. His gaze was unfocused but his head turned in her direction. He explained, âI could only sense your form as you walked down the Hall. And, for the record, before Sebastian can say otherwise, I said I could tell you would be a Slytherin. Will the blind jokes ever get old?â
âAs long as I have breath in my body - hey!â
Ominis had thrown a roll at Sebastianâs head which, surprisingly, hit its mark.
âI might not be able to see what just happened, but I know that Iâve just won,â Ominis said smugly, returning his attention to his plate.
Eloise just sat there, not really knowing how to react. This time, it was Imeldaâs turn to say, âjust ignore them. Luckily, we wonât need to see much more of them as the feastâs finishing up.â She wrinkled her nose in Sebastianâs direction, a gesture that was swiftly returned. Even though she had just met the three of them, Eloise couldnât help but feel happy just listening to their back-and-forth. She did feel a twinge ofâŠsomething, though, knowing that she could have been with them since their first year, if only her magic had shown itself sooner.
Mountains of dessert started to replace the remnants of the dinner: plum pudding, lemon tarts, cakesâŠit was more dessert in one place than Eloise had ever seen in her life. None of the students held back at all trying to get their favorites, especially if it was at the expense of another. The atmosphere was electric - everyone was excited to be back among their friends and catch up over everything that had happened the summer before, and Eloise was happy to just be among them.
She reached for a lemon tart, and when she looked up, she saw that Leo was staring at her intently. He looked away as soon as they made eye contact, but the moment didnât go past Imeldaâs notice.
âDo you know him?â she asked, nodding towards Leo. Eloise flushed and looked down at her plate, nodding reluctantly. She knew as soon as they went through role call the next day, everyone would know that she was a Babbit.
âYes, heâsâŠer -â
Eloise broke off, grabbing the nearest goblet of pumpkin juice and drinking the whole thing in one go. When she came up for air, Imelda was still looking at her expectantly. Eloise took a deep breath and tried continuing, but⊠âIâm not really sure,â is all that came out of her mouth.
Imelda furrowed her brow, clearly trying to figure out how that answer made sense and Eloise wasnât about to clarify for her. Although it wouldnât be long before it got out that they were siblings, she wasnât sure how much she wanted these new acquaintances to know about her at the moment. She had had enough pitying looks to last her a lifetime, and she just knew that once they found out she had been a squibâŠ
âHey Sebastian,â a pretty blonde girl said, leaning towards the group. She shot Eloise a curious glance but quickly looked back at her target. âWhereâs Anne? Is she still gone this year? What a pityâŠthe two of you areâŠwereâŠsewn together at the hip and I was looking forward to finally being the one who gets between the two of you this year.â At this, the girls surrounding her started tittering and she flipped her hair over her shoulder and pouted. âI thought there would be more of a challenge. But if youâre going to be the changed Sebastian again this yearâŠâ
âWhoâsâŠâ Eloise trailed off as she saw Sebastianâs expression. It had changed into something almost unrecognizable - at least, to someone who had only known him for all of forty-five minutes. He was looking at the girl with a mixture of barely-controlled fury andâŠsomething else that Eloise couldnât quite place. She shrank away from him as she took in his stricken expression.
âSheâs still sick,â he said shortly as he stood up. His hands bunched into tight fists and his body was shaking. Sebastian quickly turned and stormed down the hall. They all watched him go in silence; once he left, the blonde girl turned to Ominis.
âGods, whatâs his problem? So what if she misses a few days of school?â She looked around at everyone, pouting. âYou all know Iâm right. Last year he was a mess but he should be getting over it by now.â
âYou always speak before thinking, Victoria,â Ominis said tersely, getting up. âOne of these days, itâs going to get you in trouble. If you keep this up, when that happens nobody will be around to help you pick up the pieces.â With that, he strode away after Sebastian.
Eloise blinked and looked around. The rest of the students were starting to get up and slowly move towards their respective common rooms having finished their dessert, and the prefects were starting to herd the first-years along. Victoria laughed weakly and turned to her friends, effectively ignoring Eloise and Imelda as if they werenât there. âI think the summer holidays have made people extra sensitive this year. I honestly donât know what their problem is.â
âCome on, then,â said Imelda, shooting Victoria a dirty look. âLetâs head to the dorms.â
Eloise stood up and started following Imeldaâs lead. She was parting the students with ease as she walked through the crowd. Her strides were so long that Eloise had to half-jog to keep up with her. âOur common room is in the dungeons,â Imelda said, looking over her shoulder at Eloise. âThe other houses are creeped out by it, but they havenât actually seen it. Youâll see.â
Because of how quickly Imelda strode through the corridors and down the stairs, Eloise didnât have much time to take in the rest of the castle. She did however realize that they were winding through the corridors in such a way that she would be hopelessly lost if Imelda werenât with her. The two of them arrived at the Slytherin common room well before the other students due to Imeldaâs fast pace. As they entered the common room after saying the correct password - basiliskïżœïżœ- Eloise couldnât help but look around in wonder. There was light piano music playing in the background - Chopin, Eloise thought she recognized it from her piano lessons at the muggle school. Even though the overall tones of the place were cool - blues and greens filtering through the tall glass windows and from the lamps, the checkered marble floors and columns giving off an air of cold elegance - the beautiful rugs and happily crackling fires made it all come together and seem oddly cozy. Various tables and desks were scattered around the space, and comfortable looking armchairs and couches crowded around low tables. Eloise could just picture it teeming with students studying after class or hanging out on the weekends. She knew that it was a place that could finally feel like home to her.
âI tried, Ominis,â came a hushed whisper from near the windows. Imelda and Eloise froze at the entrance to the common room and glanced at each other. âI just canât do it. I know what you and Anne told me butâŠâ
âSebastian. Anne doesnât want you to wallow and waste your time here worrying about her. I know that youâre worried for her. I mean, I am too. You know sheâs like a sister to me.â
âYou have no idea,â Sebastian interrupted fiercely. His back was hunched over and he was holding his face in his hands. âIt should have been me. I canât live with myself. With this guilt.â
âNo, you -â Ominis cut himself off as the sound of the other students filtering in started to fill the room. The boys abruptly sat up straighter, although they didnât look at each other. Oblivious to the tension between the two, a group of second-years sat on the sofa right next to them, as they excitedly caught up with each other.
âIâll show you our room,â Imelda said, turning to Eloise. âIt gets pretty crazy here the first night back from any holidays, with everyone catching up. I donât know about you, but I want to get some sleep! Quidditch tryouts are next week and I already know how exhausting it will be.â
Eloise really was exhausted, and nothing sounded better to her than finally going to sleep. The dorms seemed to be set up so that the stairs going up led to the girlsâ dormitories, and the ones going down to the boysâ. Imelda explained that it was due to the fact that boys werenât to be trusted, and the stairs would turn into a slide if any boy attempted to go up them. It wasnât something that Eloise had even considered, due to the fact that she had just come from an all-girls school, but she flushed at the implication.
As they reached the staircase, they almost crashed into Sebastian. Imelda had been marching towards the stairs with a single-minded determination and Sebastian had been heading towards his with just as much purpose.
Eloise bounced off of his shoulder. She grabbed her own, wincing slightly. He was more solid than he looked. He looked blankly at the two girls before shaking his head and realizing where they were. âGods, Iâm so sorry. Iâm just -â he gave his head another little shake and saw that Eloise was holding her shoulder. âAre you hurt?â
âItâs fine,â Eloise reassured him. She gave a small smile. âIâve had worse, itâs really nothing.â
âYeah, yeah,â interrupted Imelda. She shot Sebastian a concerned look. âGo to bed. Weâll see you tomorrow.â
Imelda shook her head sadly and the girls resumed their path. âPoor boy. He hasnât been the same since the summer after our third year. I mean, he was always kind of obsessive, but in a charming way. He was on the quidditch team with me, and always really determined to be the absolute best, always working hard to show all of the other students they donât even know half as much as he does. That sort of thing, you know? Itâs not like he was insufferable, his charm drew everyone to him.â
She held the door open and Eloise walked in. It was a cozy circular room, with five four-poster beds. A small fire in the middle of the room warmed the whole place up, and Eloise was relieved to see it. When Imelda had told her that their dormitory was in the dungeons, she had immediately pictured a dark, cold, slimy space. Only one of the beds didnât have trunks placed at its foot, and Eloise went straight to it. Her trunk had been lost in the dragon attack. She was relieved to see a nightgown laid on top of the bed and a pair of green slippers neatly lined up on the floor; she hadnât been sure what she would wear.
Imelda sat down heavily on the bed next to Eloiseâs and started unlacing her boots. She continued talking. âThen, in our fourth year, he comes to school after summer holidays. Alone. He hasnât been the same since. Nobodyâs quite sure whatâs going on with his sister, except that itâs bad. Sheâs not expected to live much longer.â
âOh my god,â breathed Eloise. âI canât even imagine.â
âMe neither.â Imelda shook her head. âHe got into trouble left and right last year, there were even rumors of a duelâŠI donât think there was a single week where he didnât have detention. I mean, I donât blame him, but - he was taken off the team! This year he better not, I canât afford to lose my best beater again.â
The girls continued chattering quietly to themselves about other topics as they got ready for the night. Slipping into their nightgowns, braiding each othersâ hair, and, finally, slipping under the freshly turned bed covers. Eloise turned towards Imelda and simply whispered, âthank you.â Although they had just met, Eloise felt certain in the knowledge that she had just made her first friend.
Imelda waved her off. âItâs nothing. Get some sleep, the first day of classes is always overwhelming. I canât even imagine starting as a fifth-year.â
With that, she rolled over and soon Eloise heard her breathing deepen as she fell asleep. She stared at the canopy covering her bed for what seemed like an eternity. The low murmurs of the other girls as they came in and got ready for bed slowly morphed into drowsy good-nights, until finally the room was silent except for the steady tick of a clock and their breathing.
As tired as she felt, Eloise couldnât stop the racing of her mind. It felt like the last few days had more action than the entirety of her life. Even though banished had, at the time, been incredibly momentous for her, it paled in comparison to finding out that she actually was a witch and had been admitted to Hogwarts. She had used magic for the first time today. The rush of power that ran through her body when she cast spells was unlike anything else she had ever experienced. It just felt right. Like some part of her that had been hidden away had finally made itself known and she felt whole for the first time. She wondered if everyone else felt that same rush, that same desire to know and master absolutely every aspect of magical knowledge. She had been given a gift that until now had felt like a pathetic little daydream and she wasnât about to waste it now that she had it.
The clock kept on ticking lazily and still Eloise was awake. She eventually got up and after shrugging on a robe and slipping on the green slippers, headed towards the common room. She and Imelda hadnât spent much time in it earlier, and she wanted to see it at least once without any people, maybe as a space just for herself.
As it was even later in the night - it must have been around three - the fire had been extinguished and the light filtering through the windows had turned an even deeper shade of emerald green. It covered the mahogany furniture with an eerie light, as if Eloise had stepped into some strange underworld instead of the empty Slytherin common room. She trailed her hand along the velvet back of a sofa, mesmerized by the stark contrast of the green highlights and black shadows as her hand moved. Lazily twirling a globe as she walked past, the room silent except for her muffled footsteps.
It was precisely the silence that absorbed her completely. Being alone had always been her favorite thing; there was just something so special about being the only person in a place, feeling as if you were the only holder of some great secret. Eloise made her way towards the tall glass windows as if in a dream, not really noticing anything of her surroundings and yet taking it all in. The feeling of being there.
When she heard the soft voice she nearly jumped out of her skin.
âYou couldnât sleep either?â
Eloise whirled towards the voice, feeling as if her heart was about to burst through her chest. The student - a male - was sitting by one of the windows. Since the only light source was the windows, his face was entirely shrouded in black. Eloise was suddenly very aware of how indecently she was dressed to be outside of her dormitory. The sudden change from complete, eerie tranquility was shattered and she wrapped her robe more tightly around her, keeping her arms hugged around her body.
âWho -â
The boy straightened up, tilting his head back toward the window and, with the aid of the green light, Eloise saw that it was Ominis.
âWhat are you doing down here, Ominis? You almost gave me a heart attack! Youâre sitting in the shadows and I thought I was alone.â
âI could ask the same of you,â he said simply, the hint of an amused smirk gracing his features. âAnd, might I add, I didnât mean to scare you on purpose. I thought you were purposely walking towards me. For all I know, it could be the break of dawn and Iâm basking in the early rays of the sun.â
Eloiseâs jaw dropped open in mortification. She had completely forgotten that he was blind. âHow did you know that I was walking towards you?â She clapped her hands over her mouth in horror, the words leaving before she could stop them. What was wrong with her? With her sudden movement, her robes had fallen open again, revealing her nightgown, but she was too distraught over possibly having offended Ominis than continuing to follow the rules of propriety. âOh Merlinâs beard, Iâm sorry. I didnât meanâŠâ
He just huffed quietly. They hadnât spoken much at dinner, and Eloise was positive that he was angry with her. Maybe he had only acknowledged her presence because his best friend had seen fit to talk with her. Growing up blind, it would make sense for him to be sensitive to any comments regarding itâŠher face was flushed with mortification and guilt, and she slowly started backing away. Eloise figured it was better to just end the whole encounter being ruder still by making a hasty retreat, than to put her foot in her mouth once again and risk offending him more.
âNo, wait,â Ominis said as soon as he realized she was walking away. His voice was choked with emotion and it seemed difficult for him to get the words out. Eloise froze and looked at him. His whole body was shaking, and she couldnât tell if he was angry orâŠ
Was he laughing?
âI might be blind, but Iâm not deaf. In this silence, I would have been able to notice if anyone had entered the room even if they were trying to be sneaky, which you certainly were not. Stay, if you want.â
Eloise hesitated, then took the seat across from Ominis in the window. She nervously smoothed her nightgown over her legs. âJust so you know, youâre completely in shadow. If you hadnât said anything, I probably would have walked right past you without realizing that you were here too.â
âIâll choose a better spot to sit next time then, when I canât fall asleep in the middle of the night,â he replied seriously. If not for the fact that he had just been teasing her, she would have thought that he was really taking what she said into consideration. âYou never answered my original question. You canât sleep?â
Eloise shook her head, then quickly added, âno. So much has happened these last few daysâŠmy brain always has a hard time turning off. Especially after a day like today.â
Ominis hummed in understanding, tilting his head towards her. The green light filtering through the water danced over his gaunt features, making his cheekbones and the dark circles under his eyes more prominent. His pupil-less eyes glowed eerily in the light. âI can only imagine. You arrived late to the sorting, and your aura was very unnerving as you stepped into the Great Hall. I immediately knew something was extraordinary about you.â
âMyâŠaura?â
âYes. I might not be able to see, but my wand does it for me. Itâs hard to explain butâŠI can sense the people around me. I canât make out features, but everyone has their own unique aura radiating from them. Yours isâŠdifferent.â
Different? It must have something to do with the fact she hadnât had any magical ability until recently. Maybe it was stunted orâŠmaybe her aura was different due to the stress of the day.
âI saw someone murdered in front of me today,â Eloise blurted out before she could stop herself. Ominis didnât look surprised by her sudden outburst, he merely remained still as he waited for Eloise to continue. âIt wasâŠshocking. A dragon came out of nowhere and just ripped our carriage in half, taking Mr. Osric with it. The worst part isâŠIâm-Iâm shocked because it happened. But Iâm not sad. I donât feel the horror I think I should be feeling, and that is more horrifying to me. When I was lying in bed, the events of today kept replaying in my mind on a loop and I kept on trying to make myself feel the correct emotions. But I couldnât. Something inside of me is broken.â
Eloise looked down at her hands, fingers wringing and untwisting together in her lap. She tried to force herself to sit as still as Ominis, but it was impossible. She couldnât believe how easy it was to unload all of this onto a stranger, but he didnât seem to mind listening. There was silence for a few minutes, but it wasnât an uncomfortable one. Eloise peeked at Ominis from under her lashes. The boy appeared to be deep in thought.
âI couldnât sleep either,â he finally said. âItâs normal for me, though. I also have a hard time turning off my thoughts, especially at night. This little corner of the common room feels like mine, in a sense. Iâve been coming here to think since I was a first-year. Maybe I subconsciously chose this place because, if youâre right, itâs more hidden than the rest. Nobody will see me if theyâre sneaking around late at night, and itâs so peaceful.â
âThat I can agree with,â said Eloise. âI actually came down here to see what it was like when itâs empty. I donât quite know how to explain it, but this place already feels like home to me. A far sight better than the place I left behind. Places.â
âIf you want me to leave, Iâm fine with giving up my hiding place for a worthy cause.â
âNo,â Eloise said quickly. âIâŠI like having you here. With me. It means I donât have to be alone with my thoughts.â
Ominis smiled and tilted his head, not quite looking at her in that odd way of his. âItâs nice, talking to you. Most people avoid me. I canât imagine why.â
Eloise huffed in quiet laughter. They sat in silence for a while longer, until Ominis broke it again. âYou donât have to answer if you donât want to. ButâŠam I correct in guessing that you and Leo Babbit know each other?â
Eloiseâs breath hitched in her throat. She still wasnât sure how much of her past she wanted people to knowâŠbut she also knew that as soon as the day broke the castle would be swirling with rumors. And, as much as she hated the thought, the truth would come out one way or another. She had been lucky enough so farâŠher name hadnât been said at the sorting due to the unusual circumstances. But, come morning, everyone would put the pieces together once her name was called out by a teacher.
She could test the waters with someone like Ominis, who seemed like the sort of fellow who would take it in stride.
âIâŠlike I said, you donât have to tell me,â Ominis said softly.
âNo! No, itâs fine,â Eloise assured him. âItâsâŠcomplicated. I would prefer if it never came out butâŠif the school I was at before is any indication, everyone will know by lunch tomorrow regardless of if I say anything or not.â She took a deep breath, steadying herself. âMy full name is Eloise Babbit. Leo is my brother.â
Ominis showed no reaction. It gave her the strength to continue.
âI was rejected by my family. As the years went by and I still wasnât showing any signs of magic, I was ignored by my parents in favor of Leo. When my eleventh year came and went without any acceptance letter to Hogwarts, I had to come to terms with the fact that I was actually a squib. Up until then, I had held onto the hope and the day I lost that, I lost everything. I was banished and burned off of the family tree, like I never existed. Until a few days ago, I was learning how to become a perfect muggle wife at one of their horrid finishing schools. My family had already prepared a marriage for me to a prominent muggle family, reasoning that I could at least give them important connections.â She spat that last word out. Even speaking the words was a bitter reminder of the life she had almost led. âBased on Leoâs reaction, he definitely didnât know that I had been admitted to Hogwarts. I donât even know whatâs worse: if my parents knew and decided not to tell him, or if the fact that I was burned off the family tree means that they wouldnât have received a notification.â
She stared at her hands again. What was it about this boy that made her want to unload everything to him? Yes, he had asked her about it, but she still felt guilty for talking to him at all. Like somehow, telling him would make it his problem as well.
âIf thereâs anyone in this school who understands the horrors of oneâs family, itâs me,â he said. Eloise looked up at him in surprise. He chuckled quietly, as if he could see her expression. âMy family are direct descendants of Salazar Slytherin. Absolutely stark-raving mad, pureblood fanatics. Weâve gotten quite reclusive in the past hundred years or so, and donât have much contact with the outside world. Your familyâs inbreeding resulted in fear of giving birth to a potential squib. Mine, in the form of a useless, blind son who has no interest in continuing their crazy beliefs. I guess you could say we are two kindred souls. Maybe thatâs what your aura was trying to tell me earlier this evening.â
âI guess so,â Eloise replied. Both could tell that the other wasnât saying everything on their mind, but she wanted to give him the same comfort he had offered her and decided not to pry. âThank you, Ominis.â
He inclined his head towards her and then moved his unseeing gaze to the large stained glass window. They sat there for quite some time, at least it felt that way to Eloise. The passage of time seemed not to exist as she and Ominis sat there, deep inside their own thoughts. Formless shadows danced behind the window, their regular movements helping to calm her thoughts. After what seemed like an eternity, Eloise found herself stifling a yawn.
âIt seems your day has finally caught up with you,â Ominis said, smiling softly. âI think itâs best if we head to bed. Hogwarts might be more progressive than the muggle school youâve just escaped, but if anyone sees us here together it would just further the rumors already swirling around you.â
Eloise nodded her assent and stood up slowly. She hadnât realized how much time they had spent there until she felt the stiffness in her muscles that only comes from remaining still for a very long time. Ominis also got up slowly, gracefully stretching out his long body in the process. As he stood, she saw him grab his wand out of his pocket, and it began glowing a faint red as he walked. That must be how he gets around, she thought to herself. He did say his wind has a mind of its own.
She followed him and they slowly made their way to the two sets of stairs leading to the dormitories. They paused once they were about to part. âGoodnight, Ominis.â
âGoodnight, Eloise. Iâll see you tomorrow. Or rather, Iâll sense your presence later on this morning.â He gave her a faint smile and then turned to head down the stairs leading to his dormitory. Eloise stood there, watching until she couldnât see the red glow of his wand anymore. With a yawn, she turned towards her room and soon slipped under the covers, sleep finally coming. Before she fell asleep, she had only the fleeting realization that Ominis had not actually answered her question.
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