#prefect felix

[rairolin]

Bb can't lie to save her life

Googled "silly" - found this face

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

eat your muzzle and the bastard that put it on

something something about locus and felix's dynamic and the effects it has on them and the way the markings on their helmets line up idk man i noticed Locus' helmet had a shape in the jawline that looked like a proper jawbone and my brain hasn't let go of it since

+ the Just Locus version bc i do like how it came out

please do not tag as lolix this is not shipping them its just playing w their fucked up dynamic tyty

[yesluuh]

Felix Rosier Aesthetic Moodboard

[ask-felix-aberg]

[Left alone in the dormitory, Felix begins to feel bored until he notices a certain book that a particular Slytherin prefect has left for him. "Romance 101". Felix decides to stretch his legs while flipping through the book, engrossed in its pages, chuckling to himself.]

[yerimacoustic]

𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 ♡ 𝙨. 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙨 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

summary: you, the head girl of the ravenclaw house, realize you might have bitten off more than you can chew when you take part in a risky challenge with your arch nemesis, seungcheol. 📚🧺🥀

content warnings: academic rivals to implied lovers, hogwarts!au, gryffindor!s.coups and ravenclaw!reader, you’re both head boy and head girl of your houses, banter, banter and more banter (i did my best with it okay), light swearing, kissing, not proofread (sorry besties) 9.8k wc.

note: this took me wayyyy too long but i’m cooking another idea for a fic for a certain seventeen member, so i’m trying to get back into the swing of things <3

“doesn’t it look beautiful?” professor slughorn gazed at the tiny vial resting on his desk, just barely out of reach from the rest of the students. although you had an inkling of what the contents in the bottle really were, you felt just as confused as the rest of your peers.

your best friend, irene was the first to speak up, “professor, what exactly is it?” 

“thank you for asking. what you see before you is a curious little potion known as felix felicis. otherwise known as-“ 

“liquid luck,” you chimed in with a voice behind you just barely beating you to the punch. you knew who it was without turning your head back: choi seungcheol. typical. he was always trying to outshine you. 

ever since the two of you had been selected as prefects for your houses, gryffindor and ravenclaw, he seemed hellbent on making your life miserable. you two seemed to constantly be competing. whether it was for the house cup, who would be the top of the class, even who managed to get their students into bed with all the lights out first. it only got worse when the two of you were selected to be in the slug club, seeing a lot more of each other as a result. 

unfortunately, slughorn seemed to catch onto your rivalry rather quickly and while he never acknowledged it out loud, there were several instances where he seemed to be fanning the fire.

“yes, that is correct, y/n and seungcheol. liquid luck.” professor slughorn lifted the glass from desk, holding it on display for everyone to see more clearly. “desperately tricky to make, disastrous if you get it wrong. however.. one sip and you will find that all of your endeavors will succeed. well.. until the effects wear off.”

you tilted your chin up while trying to hide a mischievous grin from your classmates. you pondered everything you could achieve from one mere sip of the rare potion- you could pass all of your exams with flying colors, you could finish all of your projects in record time.. the possibilities were endless! 

unfortunately, you weren’t the only one chasing good fortunes. seungcheol knew if he led the gryffindor’s team to another consecutive victory, he would be a shoe-in for the holyhead harpies. after all, what was more impressive than leading your time to a winning season four years in a row? he could picture professor dumbledore handing him the house cup clear as day- surely his career in quidditch would only skyrocket from there. 

just as both of you pondered how you would be able to get your hands on such a remarkable potion, slughorn clapped his hands, “now, usually every student in my class gets the opportunity to compete for the potion. this year we are doing things a little differently: the two students with the highest grade point averages are competing against each other!”

oh no. 

you didn’t doubt for a second that you were one of the students in the running; a large folder dedicated to very successful report cards gave you more than enough confidence in your chances. but you didn’t like considering the odds of who your opponent could be: irene, your best friend. jihyo, another member of the quidditch team who had a secret affinity for brewing potions. or.. seungcheol. but what was there to be said about him that hadn’t been said already?

slughorn made a rather dramatic show of reaching into his drawer to grab the grade sheets. you held your breath as you watched the professor reposition his glasses and examine the parchment with furrowed eyebrows. he cleared his throat, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he gazed towards the class, “the two students with the highest scores are…”

now the entire class seemed to be holding their breath. comically, mina and sana leaned in close while waiting for slughorn’s revelation. your gaze shifted unwillingly towards seungcheol, who winked at you. you replied by scowling and looking away with a huff. if merlin was on your side at all, if he really did have a hand in all of your dealings with other witches and wizards, he would let anyone besides choi seungcheol be your contender. 

“seungcheol and y/n, respectively!” slughorn announced cheerfully, setting the parchment on his desk in favor of leading the rest of the class in applause. 

respectively? 

seungcheol scored higher than you? how was that even possible? 

“what?” you scoffed, furrowing your eyebrows. 

“don’t act so surprised, y/n.” seungcheol smirked in your direction, his chest puffing out as he threw his shoulders back. “you’re not the only one in this school working your ass off.”

“but i am the only one who’s finally going to knock you off your high horse,” you retorted.

“i feel the need to remind you both-” slughorn interjected, sending something between a glare and a look of concern in your direction. his tone wasn’t scolding, much to your own surprise. “to keep things civil. if you cannot abide by my classroom’s policies during this.. impromptu competition, then i will have no choice but to eliminate you both and revert back to my old customs.”

you parted your lips but seungcheol was quick to interject and smooth-talk the professor (as he always seemed to have a talent for doing), “you have nothing to worry about, professor. i don’t mind a little competition.” suddenly he looked towards you with a shit eating grin. “especially not when it's so damn cute.” 

and there it was- that furious, fiery sensation in your cheeks. you weren’t sure if it occurred out of genuine flattery, embarrassment or.. pure rage. you wouldn’t have been surprised if steam fell out of your ears in that moment- you were in pure shock and disbelief that he would say something like that in front of everyone. of course, you were also shaming yourself for being so surprised; it was seungcheol, after all. 

the professor ignored the catty whistles and cheers in the classroom with a wave of his hand, “very well. the two of you will brew a draught of the living dead. the first one to create the acceptable potion wins. and there will be no backseat brewing from the rest of the class; you are to take notes on both students’ techniques, is that understood?”

silence passed through the classroom, a few students nodding their heads in response before slowly making their way to the back of the class. “good. seungcheol, y/n, i will give you a few minutes to get your ingredients. good luck to the both of you.”

you, of course, were searching through your textbook for the recipe before slughorn had even extended his best wishes. irene, luckily, had stayed by your side to provide you some much needed moral support. of course, you barely noticed; your nose stuck so far in your textbook you couldn’t see past the faded words. this is what you get for buying it secondhand. 

“you’re gonna do great, y/n,” irene reassured you. “seungcheol doesn’t know the first thing about potions. you’ve got this.”

you chuckled bitterly. “obviously that’s not true. he’s top of the class.”

“she’s got a point there,” seungcheol chimed in, smirking. “don’t worry, y/n, i’m sure there’s plenty of positions in the ministry of magic for people who aren’t proficient in potion brewing. like.. secretaries or scribes; you know, record keepers.”

his words prompted you to slam your book shut, keeping your thumb between the pages so you wouldn’t lose your spot. you looked past your shoulder, keeping your tone hushed so slughorn couldn’t hear the two of you bickering. “need i remind you that i’m the second ranking student in this class for a reason. all it’s going to take for me to rise above the ranks is to beat you at this stupid little competition.

“and by the way, i’m more than proficient at potion brewing.”

“says the one who mixed up dittany and wolfsbane two weeks ago,” seungcheol retorted. 

“it was a simple mistake! anyone could have made it,” you argued.

much to your dismay, seungcheol’s best friend sangyeon felt the need to chime in with a smirk, “why don’t we raise the stakes a little bit?”

“what do you mean?” irene asked, cocking a brow.

“it’s felix felicis we’re competing for. the stakes have never been higher,” you deadpanned.

“i mean- you two obviously have some arguments and disputes you need to resolve. maybe this competition could be a good chance for the two of you to humble each other.”

you tilted your head, part of you in disbelief that you were actually entertaining his words and another part of you believing that he actually made a fair argument. suddenly, a smirk etched at your lips as you began to calculate.. “alright. if i win, which i will, you have to act as my personal assistant for a month.”

seungcheol barked out a laugh, his eyes going wide in amusement, “personal assistant? for a month? what are you getting at?”

“you heard me,” you retorted. “you have to walk me to my class, carry around my books for me, and help me with all of my homeworks, meetings, and schedules.”

“seems a bit outlandish, but alright,” seungcheol snickered. “alright. if i win, which i will…” he paused. “you have to go to the yule ball with me.”

“what?!”

“you heard me,” seungcheol repeated after you, even going so far as to mimic your smirk. “you have to go to the yule ball with me. we have to wear coordinating outfits, we have to dance together, and take plenty of pictures. and you cannot try to sabotage our last ball at hogwarts.”

you scoffed, “there is no way i’m agreeing to that. not even in your wildest dreams.”

“fine, then you can forget all about your precious personal assistant.” 

you huffed. you would love nothing more than the chance to publicly humiliate seungcheol, to get him back for all the times that he had embarrassed you. the devious bastard needed some humbling. but.. what if things took a turn for the worst and he won? he was top of the class for a reason, and the universe seemed to have the cards stacked against you. was it really worth it, adding a bet onto a competition that had high stakes to begin with?

irene sent a knowing smirk in your direction just as you got to your feet, “give me a second to think about it.”

you grabbed irene’s hand, rushing to the supply shelves where the ingredients you had been neglecting were waiting. asphodel, wormwood, valerian root.. as you began to gather everything you needed in one hand, you turned to your best friend with a groan of annoyance, “can you believe that man? he’s incorrigible! insufferable!”

“yes, but who knows? he might end up surprising you and you could have a great time at the dance together,” she peered through the recipe in her own textbook, helping you gather the rest of the roots and broths. 

you snickered, “seungcheol? surprise me? i highly doubt that.”

she shook her head and took a much calmer approach, looking through the shelves and graciously handing you a fair amount of the ingredients that you weren’t able to find. “you deserve a night off, y/n. you’ve been focusing too much on your studies your entire time at hogwarts. you’ve barely had any time for extracurricular activities besides the slug club. just do this one thing and if it goes horribly.. then.. we’ll grab some of those prank snacks from zonko’s and ruin his life until the school year ends.”

you tilted your head in contemplation, “i would like to see his face covered in boils.. fine. but all this bet does is give me more incentive to win this competition. i will not be caught dead dancing with seungcheol.” 

“we’ll see about that,” seungcheol called to you from across the room. 

god, you couldn’t wait to wipe that insufferable smirk off his face. 

once slughorn had reset his rather eccentric hourglass to time the two of you and the rest of the class scooted to the back of the room, everything else seemed to disappear around you. you focused only on the recipe, measuring the broth without letting so much as an extra drop fall into your cauldron. 

then it was time for the sopophorous bean. you tried to cut it in half, as per the instructions, but it actually bounced out of your reach. you tried it again, but it yielded the same results. and then the third time, seungcheol had to duck his head to dodge it once it was sent flying across the room. what in the world? 

you refused to ask for slughorn’s help. you were the second highest ranking student in the class for a reason, after all. you’d gotten this far without asking him or snape any stupid questions. after reading over the instructions again, a particular passage stood out to you: you only needed the juices from the bean. 

exercising great caution and timidity, you attempted to crush the bean with the blade of your knife instead. and much to your pleasant surprise, it worked. the bean didn’t budge. you looked over to seungcheol as you began to pour the juices into your cauldron, immediately furrowing your eyebrows, “how are you already two steps ahead of me??” 

the man looked up and continued to stir the broth clockwise, per the directions. it didn’t stop him from sending an arrogant smirk your way; you had to hand it to him, he was a great multitasker. “a magician never reveals his secrets. especially to the competition.”

you huffed; you didn’t need his help anyways. as you started to crush the thick root into a powder, you could have sworn you heard the clock from across the hallway ticking. uncomfortable silence rang through the air, save a few quiet mutters from fellow students and the boiling from the cauldrons. 

meanwhile, slughorn paced back and forth with his hands intertwined behind his back, studying the two of you carefully. there was a hopeful glint in his eyes, as if he wanted the both of you to succeed. between you and seungcheol, he couldn’t decide who his favorite student was. something told you that the results of this competition would finally give him his answer…

as you tossed the powder into the broth, a thick cloud of black smoke materialized in front of you, covering your face in the powder. the powder had shot straight out of the cauldron, as if rejected by the broth. your hand flew to your mouth as you fell into a fit of loud coughs, which unfortunately were not loud enough to muffle the sounds of your fellow students’ laughs.

just as you regained enough composure to wipe some of the soot out of your eyes, you were greeted by the sight of seungcheol trying to hide a snicker while stirring the broth in the other direction. shit. he was already on the last step. he chortled once he took notice of your scowl, shaking his head, “it’s honestly a shame. i thought you were better at following instructions.”

“i’m doing exactly what the book says! you obviously have some sort of cheat sheet.” 

seungcheol furrowed his eyebrows in mock offense, holding up his textbook with his free hand. “hmm.. that’s curious because it looks like we have the same one. maybe you’ve just lost your touch.” before you could offer a rebuttal, however, seungcheol set the ladle down and waved towards your professor. oh no, oh no.. 

“ah, seungcheol! finished already?” you watched in horror as slughorn strode towards your opponent’s cauldron, fishing a leaf out of his pocket. “well, uh, here we are. moment of truth,” he snickered, holding his breath as his hand hovered over the cauldron. you looked back towards irene, who was watching everything play out in front of her with the smallest frown. 

and just like that, the tightening sensation in your chest loomed, causing you to clutch at the collar of your shirt. you couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of the scene playing out in front of you, and of course, the dreaded feeling that your life was over simply because the tiny leaf dissolved into the broth. his broth. you had lost to seungcheol, your rival, your mortal enemy, once again. 

“merlin’s beard! it’s perfect!” once again, slughorn slowly began to clap his hands and lead the rest of the classroom in a rather loud chorus of applause. the only reason you joined in was because you were in plain view of slughorn and you didn’t want to risk appearing petty in front of him; however, you made no attempts to rid the look of disappointment on your features. 

you were so wrapped up in your dark blanket of self pity that you barely even noticed the older man pick the vial up from his desk and hand it to seungcheol. the look of pride on your professor’s face was too much for you to handle, seeing as how you felt it was entirely misplaced. it should have been you who won. you knew that textbook backwards and forwards, you took extra notes in class every single day, studying was your favorite pastime.. how in the hell did he win? 

“now, as promised, one tiny vial of felix felicis. use it well.” as the classroom erupted into thunderous applause and cheers, you vowed to yourself that you would find out exactly how he cheated.

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you could barely speak to anyone after admitting defeat the day before, including irene, fearing that they would bring up your epic failure. endless hours in the library were not unfamiliar to you; in fact, you considered it like your home away from the ravenclaw dormitory. luckily, your extra time alone did not meddle with your duties as ravenclaw prefect. not that it mattered; when news of your failure traveled amongst the rest of the house, you could have sworn they stopped taking you seriously. 

granted, it had barely been twenty four hours, but still. 

you were brushing up on some light reading, lost in theories of dragon and centaur evolutions when you heard a pile of books slam next to yours on the table. it echoed through the library, causing several nearby bystanders to lift their heads up with matching scowls. when you snapped your head to the left in order to get a better look at the culprit, you instinctively rolled your eyes.

“what? i thought you would be a little happier to see a champion,” seungcheol chuckled in a hushed tone, taking the seat next to you. “oh, and your date to the yule ball.”

“can you keep your voice down? i don’t want anyone to hear i’m going with you of all people.”

seungcheol dramatically pressed a hand to his chest, “oh. that cuts deep, y/n. but i’m afraid people are going to find out eventually. you know, during the prefects’ dance, for example.”

“what?!” you exclaimed, only to be rudely shushed by several of the library attendees. taking a few precautionary looks over your shoulder, you whispered, “you never said anything about a prefects’ dance.”

“that was because i thought you already knew,” seuncheol replied conceitedly. “unless.. oh.. you weren’t planning on going to the yule ball at all, were you?”   

you tilted your head, “i know exactly what you’re implying..”

“implying? i’m not implying any-”

“and i could easily have gotten another date to the ball if it weren’t for you,” you lied. unless you had some sort of secret admirer, you knew there wasn’t a chance in hell that you would have been asked to the ball. you were planning on using the extra alone time in the ravenclaw common room to your advantage anyways; there was much more space in there for studying. “i just don’t have any time for such trivial pursuits.”

“i wouldn’t call social interaction or international magical cooperation trivial pursuits,” seungcheol retorted.  

you slammed your book shut and tossed it into your book bag. “was there a reason you decided to come in here and bother me? besides attempting to get me kicked out of the library?”

“ohh, right,” seungcheol whispered with a mischievous grin. “i forgot to mention one other thing. as prefects, we’re supposed to help plan the event. decorate the great hall, hire the musicians, the works.”

if you didn’t respect the sacred space of the library, you would have screamed your protests at him. of course he planned this out to the number. he didn’t have a partner to assist him in his party planning tasks and he needed another chance to publicly humiliate you. so in order to kill two birds with one stone, he asked you to be his date. since you were a prefect, now that your attendance was confirmed, you had no other choice but to participate in the planning. 

“you slippery snake,” you hissed.

“oh? look what we have here, the high and mighty y/n l/n, picking and choosing which responsibilities she gets to take seriously.” 

“this is a new low, even for you. i can’t believe you would trick me into doing your stupid party planning for you.”

he chuckled, “oh no, no, no. i’m not making you do all of it for me, you have my word. i’ll be with you every step of the way.” you cringed; for some reason, that sounded worse than leaving you to do his chores for him. “now we better get a move on, darling, or we’ll be late.”

seungcheol led you eagerly to the great hall where yeji and seungkwan were waiting. the two of them were head girl and boy of the slytherin and hufflepuff houses, respectively, and had already begun preparations for the ball. when you took note of how eager seungkwan was to take leadership and oversee all of the preparations, you began to wonder why he wasn’t sorted into the gryffindor house. 

of course, yeji knew that he was simply a placeholder until the real self proclaimed leader would show his face. you witnessed a complete shift in her demeanor in real time, an annoyed frown shifting into an inviting smirk the moment she saw the two of you walk to the hufflepuff table. “ah, there you are, cheol. i was beginning to think you wouldn’t show up.”

“i don’t take my position as head boy lightly, unlike some people,” he tilted his head towards you, earning a dirty look. yeji simply held an amused smirk as her gaze shifted from seungcheol to you, a knowing look in her eyes.

seungkwan, however, looked like he had seen a ghost. or a hologram. to be honest, anything else was more believable than you being willing to have anything to do with the yule ball. “y/n! i thought you weren’t coming.”

“i thought so too,” you sighed. “but-”

“she changed her mind,” seungcheol cut in with the shameless lie, much to your surprise. “we both thought it would be a good idea if a head boy and a head girl went to the ball together. especially since its our last year at hogwarts and we didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity.”

yeji made no attempt to disguise her confusion- seungcheol could easily get any other girl to go to the ball with him. so why would he ask you? and why would you say yes? the two of you had a very public and long lasting rivalry; it seemed odd that the two of you were able to make amends so quickly. “seems like the two of you finally made up,” she cooed, folding her arms across her chest.   

“yeah, for the most part,” seungkwan laughed, pointing out the look of annoyance etched across your features. 

seungcheol barked out a laugh, “we’re both more than capable of keeping things civil. we figured that out for ourselves just the other day, didn’t we, darling?”

it took a great deal of willpower for you to hold back a groan of annoyance. “we’re wasting time. we should probably get started on the decorating now.”

“right,” seungkwan snickered, gesturing to several large boxes cluttering and even surrounding the table. “filch brought everything from the dungeon up here. personally, i think that we should go for a winter wonderland theme. white, grays, light blues..”

“sounds good.” yeji was quick to agree. you would have been surprised, but something told you that she was only agreeing with him so this meeting would go by much quicker. not that you blamed her..

“i agree,” seungcheol chimed in. “yeji and seungkwan, why don’t you work on fixing up the right side of the hall. we’ll focus on the left.”

as the two of them nodded and followed seungcheol’s direction, you could hear seungkwan immediately lecturing yeji on how to carry out his vision with precision and intent. meanwhile, the young man at your side smirked with infuriating amusement as he studied you carefully. as a response you turned towards him with a huff, “let’s just get this over with.”

he chuckled, “i admire your enthusiasm. we’ll need it, considering the ball’s less than a week away.”

great. more good news. 

—--------------------

as preparations for the yule ball were under wing, you actually found yourself horrifically overwhelmed for the first time during your attendance at hogwarts. if you weren’t studying, you were figuring out with the others which bands would play at the ball. if you weren’t monitoring the common room with the other prefects, you were organizing the tables, chairs, and centerpieces. and if you weren’t with irene, the only other person who seemed to bring you a sense of comfort during a time when your anxiety was at its peak, you were with seungcheol, who seemed to gift your anxiety to you.

this stupid ball was taking over your entire life. even with a total of twenty four students carefully planning the evening, it seemed to take an eternity for all of you to come to any semblance of an agreement. day by day you were filled with endless disappointment and dread. worst of all, you couldn’t figure out how you ended up in this situation; there seemed to be no explanation as to how seungcheol went about cheating in your little showdown. you learned that slughorn cast a protection spell against cheating in his classroom, so he couldn’t have muttered anything under his breath. he couldn’t have tampered with your spellbook; the recipe in yours was the same as irene’s. 

through all of the formulas, the lectures on runes and the arguments with seungkwan and yeji about tacky balloons and garlands, the one question that bothered you the most was how in the hell gryffindor’s beloved, corrupt champion managed to cheat. it plagued your mind even as you and seungcheol began to set up one of the three giant, towering christmas trees in the great hall. 

“don’t you love this time of year?” he asked, startling you out of your daze.

you furrowed your eyebrows, finding his attempts at making friendly conversation rather pathetic. you shrugged. “i guess.”

“it’s usually not my favorite, since it can be a pain in the ass to fly a broom around in this type of weather,” he chuckled, gently waving his wand to direct silver ornaments onto the tree. “but i don’t know. something about this year feels special.”

you paused your own enchantments in contemplation, letting a tiny string of garland settle comfortably against the pine tree’s branches. you were using the same spell as seungcheol, hoping to finish the decorations as quickly as possible to put this long day to an end. “maybe this being our last year in the castle has something to do with it?” 

although your statement came out sounding much more sarcastic than you intended, your words came from a place of genuine belief. until that moment, it felt like you had been in denial that you were about to leave the castle forever. go into the real world. 

seungcheol seemed pleasantly surprised that you were making conversation with him, even if your response was somewhat harsh. he chuckled, “i guess so. but.. i don’t know. something’s different. in a good way.” 

“hopefully you figure out what it is before the school year ends,” you chuckled. 

seungcheol only nodded before lifting the last few ornaments onto his side of the tree with a mere wave of his wand and then the two of you stepped back to admire your work. it looked beautiful, the silver and dark blue ornaments glowing in the candlelight. but you knew it would look even better on the night of the ball; seungkwan would be casting an enchantment to make the entire hall look like a real winter wonderland. “i think we’re at a good enough place to call it a day, don’t you?”

you sighed in relief and threw your book bag over your shoulder. “thank god.”

he called to you before you could turn your back on him, “hey, wait a minute-”

you sighed and reluctantly turned around to face him, tilting your head to the side. “what?”

something strange happened to seungcheol. for the tiniest moment, a mere millisecond, if anything, he appeared flustered. at a loss for words, as if he was surprised that you were giving him the time of day. “shouldn’t we go shopping for some dress robes together?”

you made no attempt to disguise your annoyance, clenching your jaw. “what, so you can pick out one of those horrendous, poofy dresses that makes me look like a pastry? i think i’ll go by myself, thanks.”

he laughed, waving his hand dismissively. “no, trust me. i wouldn’t do that to anyone, not even you.”

“even so, i don’t feel like going dress shopping with you.”

“and why’s that?” he raised an eyebrow inquisitively. something about that.. punchable look on his face served as a reminder that you really had no reason to decline his invitation. by some miracle, the two of you had been able to keep it civil for this long. plus, if the two of you had to coordinate outfits (as per seungcheol’s terms and conditions), it would be much easier to do that in person. 

with all of those sentiments in mind, you sighed in defeat. “fine. let me grab my robes.”

the two of you threw your large, black cloaks over your figures before stepping outside in the real winter wonderland. they did nothing to keep the chilling winds from nipping at your noses and causing the tips of your fingers to freeze. pushing past the flurries of snow and following the magically shoveled pathway, the two of you made your way to the nearest costume parlor. 

the moment you stepped inside with your sworn enemy, the reality of the situation hit you. any other girl who was ‘lucky’ enough to be invited to the ball by him would have loved the experience of shopping for coordinating outfits with him. more notably, if you were invited by someone, anyone else, you most likely would have been trying to tone down your excitement. 

and yet here you were, staring at the rows and piles of dresses, tunics, and cloaks in dread. of course, he seemed to notice it, moving a hand to pat your back with a stupid grin. “so.. what’s your favorite color?”

you held yourself back from letting out a huff of annoyance, “green.”

“green..” he cupped his chin with his thumb and index finger, acting as if he was in an state of contemplation. “well, i suppose it's not really in season, but we can make it work. follow me.”

your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head as he grabbed onto your hand, dragging you to a row of dresses. it was oddly satisfying, the way the dresses were arranged in a pattern that made the fabrics seemed to fade from key lime to emerald. and they had a lot of options, the rack suffering from the impact of the hangers. 

you would have expected nothing less from seungcheol if not to display the first dress with the ugliest shade of asparagus green splashed upon the fabrics. “i think this would look gorgeous on you,” he whispered to you in a sentimental tone, his shit eating smirk giving his true intentions away.

“i’m not wearing that, its ghastly.” you snatched the dress from him, putting it back in its assigned place on the rack. “shouldn’t we focus on darker colors, anyways? since those are what’s ‘in season?’” you made sure to add air quotes when using his words, a smug smirk of your own tugging at your lips.

seungcheol’s smile seemed to be one laced with pride, as if he was pleased to see you catching onto his behaviors and mirroring them. “i like where your head’s at. come along...” 

you let him grab your hand again before leading you to a nearby aisle, where dresses with much darker shades of blue and green were stuffed haphazardly onto the racks and shelves surrounding you. “see, this is what i meant when i said i liked green,” you told him as-a-matter-of-factly as you held up a long, modest emerald green dress with gauntlet sleeves that would hook over your middle fingers. 

he stretched out his hand to brush along the skirts of your personal favorite selection, tilting his head as if he was carefully studying the fabric. his gaze shifted from the elegant dress to you, as if he was imagining you in it. “i think i should let you pick the outfits from here on out. you’ve got an eye for color theory.”

you folded the dress over your arm with a dry chuckle, “you should have learned that during our committee meetings together. who was it who organized all of the centerpieces?”

“right. i never got to tell you about how well they match the tablecloths.”

“because someone wishes they had half the natural talent for interior design that i possess.” you imitated his trademarked smirk to the best of your ability, tilting your head to the side once it appeared as if the man in front of you was at a loss for words. “we’re going with this one.”

“don’t let it go to your head just yet. we’ve still got to find something for me to wear.”

“and i have just the thing.” this time it was your turn to grab onto his hand, pulling him towards the men’s section. your eyes scanned through the shelves in front of you until they landed on the ugliest thing you could find in that shop: a large, fluffy collar that was adorned by feathers and a large broach in the middle. “i think it matches your eyes perfectly.”

“you cannot be serious,” he deadpanned.

“hey, you were the one that said i’m picking the outfits from here on out. i think wearing it is the very least you could do, all things considered.” you couldn’t disguise the broadening smirk making its way upon your lips even if you wanted to. the look of disgust upon his features was just too good not to revel in. “what’s the matter, you don’t like it?”

he tilted his head up, pressing his lips to a thin line in a vain attempt to smile, “yeah. sure. it looks very eccentric. i think i’ve got just the cloak to match it.”

your eyes widened in a rather successful attempt to patronize the man in front of you. “do you really? i guess fate really does exist.” you stepped closer to fold the collar around his neck, admiring the look of disdain on his face as he made no effort to pull the hideous thing off of him. “see? i think it suits you so well. you could comb your hair back a little bit..” 

as if you completely forgot who you were talking to, you lifted your hand up to tuck a few strands of his hair behind his ear. seungcheol’s expression of disdain faded at the contact, a puzzled look quickly taking its place instead. your newfound proximity seemed to almost startle him, prompting you to take a step away from him and clear your throat. “let’s get out of here.”

“huh?” 

you shook your head, “we’ve got studying to do. i’m running behind thanks to this stupid ball.”

“you’ll get back on your feet, love,” he countered in a reassuring tone. “you always were an overachiever.” 

his words seemed to echo through your mind even as he walked with you up to the register and graciously paid for your dress without a second thought. you could barely even protest, still feeling rather puzzled. even if it wasn’t customary for a man to pay for his date’s dress, you could let it slide just this once. heaven knew he had the money for it. 

besides, it was the very least he could do, all things considered.     

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the night of the ball finally arrived. irene graciously allowed you to borrow some extra hairpins she had, tiny snowflakes encrusted with shining diamonds. they shone like tiny stars in the candlelight, only accentuating the emerald fabrics pooled around your figure. 

even so, you felt like a fish out of water among your peers who were dressed to the nines in silvers and deep blues.. you alway thought that beauty seemed to come so naturally to all of them. but not to you. never to you. even now, standing in front of the mirror, caked in makeup, hairspray and a dress you wouldn’t have been caught dead in any other day.. you didn’t feel special. 

irene seemed to sense your distress, just as she always did. it prompted you to wonder if your best friend had some sort of intuition, or if you were just terrible at hiding your emotions. as she stepped by your side and gazed at your reflection in the mirror, draping her arm around your waist, your frown only grew more prominent. she was by far the most beautiful girl in the common room. while you tried not to envy your best friend or place any blame on her, it was difficult putting those sentiments into practice when you got a full look of her light blue dress and gorgeous icy features.

you bowed your head with a sigh. as her eyes followed your gaze in the mirror, she lifted a hand to cup your chin so you would look in the reflective glass again. “chin up. you look beautiful.”

“i don’t feel beautiful.” you sighed, gazing at your reflections with a forlorn sigh. you wondered how she couldn’t see the stark difference between the two of you. 

she moved a hand to brush some hair out of your eyes, offering you a gentle smile. “i promise you- you look absolutely gorgeous. you’ll be the belle of the ball, i’m sure.”

the two of you chuckled as she linked her arms around your waist, smiling at the sight of your reflection. at the sight of a tiny, somewhat reluctant smile slowly starting to surface. “let’s just hope midnight approaches quickly.”

she only chuckled and held on tightly to your hand as she slowly led you out of the dressing room and down the stairs. you could hear the gentle, slow jazz band that yeji and seungkwan had argued about for days beginning to play. their music grew louder and louder with every step down the stairs you took, but the wild heartbeat in your chest seemed to clash terribly with the rhythm of the instruments. it all felt so.. unconventional. and yet, you couldn’t pinpoint an exact reason as to why you were so nervous. 

irene’s date, kai was waiting for her at the bottom of the staircase. you noticed the change in his demeanor in real time, noting how his previously dull eyes widened the moment he saw her making her way towards him. strangely enough, a pang of jealousy surfaced in your chest once she left your side and you immediately missed her warmth. your hand felt empty and cold as she waved goodbye and mouthed a ‘good luck’ to you before joining kai in the great hall.

seungcheol was nowhere to be found near the base of the staircase. before you could assume the worst about him (and mentally kick yourself for ever giving your sworn enemy the benefit of the doubt), you tried to remain neutral as you walked in the great hall alone. 

your eyes widened as you took note of your surroundings- it went without saying that seungkwan had mastered the winter wonderland enchantment. fake snow fell from the star studded ceiling, disappearing before it could fall on any of the students. it fell upon the branches of the large christmas trees and stuck to the walls, icicles hung from the pillars, snowflakes shone in the candlelight and yet there wasn’t even the slightest chill in the air.

there was a large circle around an empty space in the hallway, which you assumed was the dance floor. there was no doubt in your mind that the prefects’ dance would be starting soon, which was why panic began to set in once your eyes scanned through the crowds of students surrounding you. your date was nowhere to be found. of course he had stood you up. you wouldn’t have put it past him to leave you stranded near the dance floor, looking like an idiot. 

just as you turned on your heel, planning to make a quick getaway before anyone could notice you standing there awkwardly, your body went stiff as you bumped into a man standing directly behind you. the first thing you noticed was the familiar broach surrounded by small, white feathers.. “wow, you actually came,” you muttered.

“i could say the same about you.” tonight, there was something almost..endearing about his smirk. maybe it was because he had taken your advice and combed some of his hair back. maybe because his tone lacked that familiar condescending air. or maybe because.. the twinkling lights suspended in the air made his dark eyes shine brighter than usual. “we better get a move on, darling, the others don’t like to be kept waiting.”

just as you nodded, you felt him rest a hand over your arm in favor of leading you through the crowd of students and onto the empty part of the floor. yeji and seungkwan were the first of the twenty two other prefects that you noticed, paired with taeyong and nayeon, respectively. it felt like the rest of them were just waiting for the two of you, watching you and seungcheol walk towards the center of the hall like merlin and guendoloena themselves had graced the student body with their presence. It was horrifying. 

obviously, you’d forgotten to make an efforts to disguise your embarrassment because when seungcheol faced you, he frowned. surprise washed over your features; you thought he would make fun of you or gloat but there seemed to be the smallest hint of sympathy in his eyes. it was almost.. off putting. like he was hiding something. “what’s the matter?” he finally asked.

“nothing.” you were quick to whisper to him. 

“hey-” just as seungcheol curled an arm around your waist to reel you in closer to him, his tone grew hushed. “you don’t have to be nervous. just follow my lead.”

“i’m not-” once you quickly came to the realization that this was neither the time nor the place to argue, you swallowed your pride and timidly draped your arm around his broad shoulders. once his hand was laced with yours, you realized this was the closest you’ve ever been to him, your chests nearly touching, and you weren’t even repulsed by him. in fact, you made eye contact with him for much longer than you ever thought you were capable. “thanks.”

seungcheol nodded in acknowledgement as the band in the corner of the room began to play a beautiful, soothing waltz. he took the lead, starting out with a basic box step waltz and waiting until you got a hang of the pattern before starting to turn counter clockwise like the rest of the couples. he kept a firm but gentle hold on your waist, his hand squeezing yours in reassurance as you found yourself scooting closer to him. “see? as always, you’re learning quickly.”

you hated to admit it, but such an unexpected compliment from seungcheol, of all people, prompted your heart to skip a beat. you pushed the unfamiliar sensation away to the best of your ability. “and you’re a pretty decent teacher. who would’ve thought?” you chuckled.

“well.. maybe you shouldn’t be so quick to jump to conclusions.” he chuckled, affection laced within the quiet laugh. “i will say, though, i expected you to step on my toes at least once or twice.”

“there’s still plenty of time for that,” you mused, a smirk tugging at your lips as your gaze flicked down to your feet. he must have purchased brand new dress shoes for the occasion; the patent leather shone almost like a diamond in the limelight. for some reason, you didn’t want to risk scuffing them.

“i suppose,” he shrugged before looking just past your shoulder in quiet contemplation. he wasn’t fixed on any certain point behind you, but his eyebrows were furrowed as if he was studying the fabric of your sleeves carefully before meeting your eyes again. “but would it be so terrible if we got along? just this once?” 

the shift in his demeanor brought a small sense of uneasiness to your chest until he spoke again. hoping to ease the tension growing in your heart, you snickered, “why? you don’t want me to ruin your brand new shoes?”

he hated how your words brought a tenacious grin to his lips, one that he couldn’t get rid of even if he wanted to. and you hated how you found it so endearing, especially when your eyes fixed on the dimples in his cheeks that you never seemed to notice until now. “something like that.” he muttered.

as if he couldn’t get through the dance without embarrassing you just one time, he pulled back from your embrace to spin you under his arm. after you completed the circle he kept both hands on your back, leading you into a less than graceful dip. you stumbled a tiny bit in his tight and affirming grip and held onto his upper arm for that much needed security. before you could bring yourself to curse him out, you let your eyes find his. instead of that infuriating look he had when he knew he’d successfully gotten under your skin, there was a certain warmth hidden in his irises. 

it was confusing.. almost more infuriating. especially considering the heat that rose upon your cheeks when you’d gazed upon his features long enough. 

and then he carefully pulled you back into a standing position and the fuzzy feeling in your head was gone. for the time being, at least. you had kept your arm draped around his broad shoulders, expecting the music to continue. but the students in the crowd began to clap as the rest of the prefects broke away from their partners and you suddenly felt like you’d been in the embrace for much too long. maybe you were overthinking it, maybe you weren’t. 

you let both arms fall by your sides as you took a single step backwards. your date could only chuckle in amusement, “glad that we finally got that over with?” he waved a hand dismissively just as you parted your lips to defend yourself. “come on. i think we could both use a drink.”

much to your own surprise, you let him take your hand in his and lead you to the refreshment table. seungkwan and nayeon beat you to the punch (both literally and figuratively, as seungkwan was already pouring a glass for the two of them), the lovely couple beaming the moment they saw you from across the table. 

“oh, hey guys!” seungkwan was the first to greet the two of you with a large smile. “you guys looked really good out on the dance floor. for a second, i was worried you were gonna steal all the attention away from me and nayeon.”

nayeon laughed before you could even conjure a witty response, “oh seungkwan. it's their last year here, i think they should enjoy their time in the spotlight while they still can.”

thankfully, seungcheol intervened before you could. “please. there’s plenty of time for us to enjoy our respective places in the spotlight when i’m a world renowned quidditch player and y/n’s the most successful auror in the ministry.” 

seungkwan’s eyes went wide. “wait- you mean the holyhead harpies..accepted you?”

just like magic, that all too familiar smirk materialized upon seungcheol’s lips just before he took a sip from his glass of punch rather than providing the three of you with a direct answer. however, it proved to be more than a satisfactory response. the couple in front of you broke out into applause with wide beams and quiet giggles. you, however, stood speechlessly in place.

for until that moment, you’d forgotten all about the potion.. 

“that’s amazing news!” nayeon almost shrieked. “we should celebrate.”

“maybe some other time. we better let him celebrate with his date first,” seungkwan reasoned while sending a knowing smirk in your direction. before too long, the four of you were exchanging goodbyes and more congratulations until only you and seungcheol stood near the table. of course, you weren’t sure how to approach the subject of felix felicis, so the two of you were forced to revel in the awkward silence for a good minute or two. 

that was, until seungcheol decided he had had enough. he brought a hand to your lower back, tilting his head towards the nearest exit. “come on. let’s go get some fresh air.”

once greeted by the chilly december air, you found yourself tugging your wrap closer to your chest. judging by the fresh layer of snow upon the balcony, it had just barely finished snowing for the time being. although he’d removed his hand from your waist, he stayed in close proximity to you, your shoulders barely brushing as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. the two of you took a deep breath in alarming synchronization, releasing a visible sigh afterwards. 

you watched carefully as the small cloud disappeared in front of you before turning to him. “so.. you made the team.”

seungcheol nodded with confidence, but something told you that he had no intention of rubbing his victories in your face. “that’s right,” he replied quietly.

once again, you weren’t sure how to approach the nagging question in your mind- you had no intention of asking if he used the felix felicis to cheat at tryouts, guaranteeing him a spot on the team. you pondered on the correct delivery for just a moment too long, your eyebrows slowly knitting together as your lips parted. “how..”

seungcheol mocked an expression of offense before quietly replying, “pure talent. nothing else.”

“you mean..”

the man in front of you pressed his pouty lips to a thin line before reaching in his inner pocket. your eyes widened as the small vial he pulled out shone in the moonlight. clearly, seungcheol hadn’t used a single drop of the potion yet. you looked in his eyes, only to see the smallest glint of hurt. “do you really think so little of me?” he asked you timidly.

it would have been a knee jerk reaction to tell him yes, to tell him that he got on your nerves and seemed to be hellbent on embarrassing you at every chance he could get. that you thought he was a pompous asshole and thought too highly of himself. but when you reflected on the time you spent together, you realized.. seungcheol was just like any other student that went to this school. 

he had ambitions. he had goals. he had drive. not only that, but he had interests outside the academic field. for example, he loved christmas. winter was his favorite season. he loved strawberry punch. he had a handful of likes and dislikes. in that sense, he was just like any other student that roamed through the halls of hogwarts, trying to make a name for themselves. in that sense, he was just like you. 

and you felt horrible for ever accusing him of cheating.

with those sentiments in mind, you shook your head slowly. “no. no i guess i don’t.”

before he turned towards the balcony again, you were able to catch the smallest glance at of his smile, faint as it was. it seemed as if he saw no need for keeping up appearances, considering the two of you were finally alone. he brushed the thin layer of snow off the railing before crossing his arms over the concrete. “i can’t believe in just a few more months.. all of this will be over.”

you mirrored his actions, keeping close to him as you peered down the balcony. carriages pulled by invisible steeds were parked near the entrance of the palace, covered in thick sheets of snow. “i know. can’t believe you’ll have to find someone on the harpies to torment everyday.”

he snickered loudly, “but what about you? hopefully you’ll meet another auror who’ll keep that fire in you burning on.”

“i don’t think anyone will keep that fire in me like you do, seungcheol,” you confessed, looking over to him with a smirk of your own. it was all you could do to downplay the severity of the confession. “i’ve never met someone so infuriating yet so.. captivating as you. and i don’t think i will for a long time.”

you could have sworn you noticed seungcheol’s ears turn red once the bold confession hung in the air between the two of you. had you brought it up, however, he would have quickly excused the display of bashfulness by blaming it on the cold weather. “in that case.. i’m glad that we were able to do all of this.. the planning, the dancing.. even if it meant you had to lose to me one last time.”

you laughed and shook your head fondly, “you just had to ruin a decent moment between us, didn’t you?”

although a deep chuckle from the man in front of you soon followed your display of annoyance, nothing could have prepared you for seungcheol’s quiet response: “well, let me make it up to you.”

even if you could find the right words to ask him exactly what that would entail, you couldn’t seem to make a sound. your lips were parted as he turned to face you fully, moving a cold hand to cup your cheek. his touch was much more delicate than you could have ever expected from him, a sense of timidity within his demeanor. as if he was waiting for you to push him away.. but you didn’t. even if you wanted to, your gaze on his pursed lips kept you from paying any mind to your surroundings, the snowflakes beginning to materialize, the muffled music, the flickering of the enchanted lanterns…

the next few seconds that followed were a blur. you leaned in to meet him halfway, your lips finally meeting. the kiss was deep, slow, as if the two of you were savoring a moment you’ve waited for far too long to come. he kissed your lips with such gentle deliberation that you wondered how long he really had been wanting this. of course, you could do nothing but return the kiss with equal eagerness as you moved your hand to his other cheek. there was a soft exhale through his nose, which fanned lightly over your skin before he pulled away.

the two of you stayed silent for a moment, relishing the beautiful moment in all of its remaining glory. never in a million years did either of you expect something like a bet would result in such a wonderful night. a wonderful night filled with contemplations and observations you previously would never have entertained. 

and yet, even after such a truly mind numbing moment, you couldn’t stop yourself from asking him, “seungcheol.. what are you going to do with felix..?”

this time, it was his turn to shake his head fondly. “you just had to ruin a decent moment between us, didn’t you?” the chuckle that followed his repetition of your own words was much too endearing, causing that heated sensation in your cheeks to materialize yet again. “but to answer your question, i’m.. not sure. i guess i’ll cross that bridge when i get to it.

“or.. i could always give it to you.”

“no,” you immediately refused with a shake of your head. ”as much as it.. pains me to say it: you earned it, fair and square. besides… i learned from someone tonight that real achievements aren’t made with lucky charms. and even if i don’t become an auror.. i’m more than capable of doing something else with my time.” 

seungcheol bowed his head with a grin. “whoever he is.. sounds really wise.”

“he is,” you chuckled, moving your hand to lace your fingers with his once again. there was a warmth in his palm, one that you sought for as you squeezed his hand. “he’s.. insufferable and pompous the majority of the time. but incredibly smart and driven the rest of the time.”

his gaze remained fixed on your intertwined hands for a moment before his eyes met yours again. “you finally see your worth,” he whispered to you, almost incredulously. “believe me, y/n, i’ve known you to be more than capable of accomplishing anything you set your mind to since the day we met.”

feeling unsure of how else to express your gratitude, you placed another gentle kiss upon his lips. savoring the feeling, the taste.. since you knew it was only a matter of time until the two of you would part ways as nothing more than pupils. still, as the two of you spent the rest of the enchanted night dancing, laughing, and talking each others’ ears off, you and seungcheol hoped that this night wouldn’t be the end of your precious time together.

[chonkyspacecat]

“Devils Advocate” Part One || F.W.

SlytherinPrefect!reader x Fred Weasley

Summary: Fred quickly finds out that you’re not as much of a perfect prefect as you make yourself out to be, and it enamors him.

Warning: swearing, mentions of alcohol.

A/N: aged up, you and Fred are assumed to be early 20s in this. this story is again pretty much a self insert, so I will be writing in terms of what I look like but if enough people want me to change it to be looks neutral I will!! (so yes I’m hyping myself in this story idc)

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If anyone could come close to the definition of perfection, it was you—

well, at least that’s what you thought about yourself.

In terms of beauty, you were nothing short of godlike.

Your thick, curly hair bounced with grace as you walked, as if you’d stolen it from a lion itself.

Freckles danced across your cheeks and arms like galaxies.

Your adoring chocolate eyes, those same eyes that narrowed beneath your sharp brows could send any student into cardiac arrest, if you meant them to.

Your personality reflected this too.

You were one of the most beloved prefects.

In front of teachers, you were ruthless. Anyone who dared to cause trouble got no mercy.

But the moment their backs were turned?

With a cheeky glance, you pulled strings. Especially for your fellow Slytherins.

After all, if no one was getting hurt, what’s the harm in bending a rule or two?

You were the saving grace, and no one dared to let that slip.

Unauthorized magic? “Don’t make me have to come and fix something if this goes wrong.” Parties? “Get me a two-six and I won’t say a word.” Mess with one of your classmates? 50 points gone. Just like that. Of course, you often got something in return, an unfinished essay, a sweet from Hogsmeade, but more often than not, it was the satisfaction of keeping everyone happy.

Unfortunately for you, Fred Weasley caught wind of this.

He leaned against the cold stone wall, listening to your peculiar conversation with two nervous fifth-year Gryffindors just around the corner.

“Sneaking into Snape’s potion closet? That doesn’t look suspicious at all.” You beamed at them, your hands on your hips, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

The students looked damn near petrified.

“This better be for something good.”

One finally broke, rambling: “We just needed to make Felix Felicis! I have a test and I know I’m going to bomb it terribly! We promise we were going to put the rest back after—”

You raised a finger, silencing him. Reaching into your bag, you slowly pulled out your own Felix Felicis.

“Well… if everything is put back. And if I also have a few chocolate frogs on my bedside tomorrow…then I don’t think I’ve seen anything, have I?”

Their expressions shifted to relief, then amazement. One slowly took the potion with a grin.“Yeah..yeah! We can do that!”

You winked and turned to walk away, robes swishing behind you.

“Didn’t take you as the lenient type, (Y/L/N).”

You gasped, stumbling back. Fred Weasley stood against the wall, arms crossed, grin smug. You slapped him lightly on the arm for startling you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. And what exactly are you doing down here, Weasley?”You stepped closer, your perfume drifting between you, eyes narrowed like you were ready to hex him.

“Catching the school’s most vicious prefect covering up some trouble, apparently,”he teased. “Not the first time, I’m guessing?”

You huffed, rolling your eyes. “Okay, maybe I bend a rule or two. So what?It keeps everyone happy and my image clean. Everyone loves me for it.”

Fred leaned down, his lips near your ear, voice low and warm. His breath sent a shiver down your spine.

“Oh, I know they do. And they’ll keep loving you—if you can get me into Snape’s office.” You jerked back.

“Freddie—no, NO! Do you know how many times I’ve covered for your brother and his careless friends? Plenty. I’ve done enough for you Weasleys!”

You shoved him lightly, poking a finger into his chest, now pinning him against the wall. Your body flushed with his, your voice rising in panic and frustration.

He chuckled at this “Oh, so I’m Freddie now?”

You could not believe this angling, specky little cunt. After all you’d done. And this was what you got? An ultimatum?

Absolutely not.

You grabbed his tie, pulling him down so your face was inches from his “You will keep what you’ve learned tonight to your vile, smelly, bastard self, or I swear to Merlin, Weasley, you will be dead and buried by morning.”

Fred raised his hands in surrender, smirking as he placed them gently on your waist “Alright—whatever you say, love.”

You stared at him a moment longer, cheeks burning, breath quick. Then, collecting yourself, you stepped back and smoothed your robe.

“Glad I made myself clear.”You turned, marching off. “And don’t call me that!” you added, finger pointed at him as you fled.

The next morning, you sat comfortably beside your friends at breakfast.

The smell of pancakes and bacon filled the air, making your stomach rumble.

Just as you reached for your fork, an owl swooped down,

dropping a small box of chocolate frogs, your favorite, along with a note.

You opened it slowly.

“From Fred, vile, smelly, bastard, Weasley.”

You snorted, shaking your head. Before you could look around, Fred Weasley appeared beside you, causing you jump back yet again.

“Merlin! Would you quit that?” you hissed, smacking his arm“What’s this for?”He sat beside you, casually placing a warm hand on your thigh.

“Well, since someone so graciously kept a certain teacher out of their office,I figured there needed to be some kind of thank you. Especially when that someone was so adamantly against it.”His voice dropped into a teasing whisper, eyes wide, like a puppy begging for scraps.

You tried to ignore the way your cheeks heated under his gaze.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, smiling “I simply had tea with my favorite teacher. Whatever anyone did while he was away had nothing to do with me.” Fred giggled, cheeks pink “Of course not. Could never imagine such a perfect, pretty prefect doing anything of the sort.”

You giggled too, leaning just a little closer. His scent, a mix of fireworks and warm sugar was dizzying.

“I wouldn’t suppose such a perfect, gorgeous girl would like to go to the lake with me tonight? Maybe see some of the trouble I’ve cooked up?”

You turned your head, meeting his eyes. Those warm brown eyes that sparkled with mischief and affection. You smiled.

“Well… I have to see the trouble to put a stop to it, don’t I?”

Fred grinned so wide it nearly split his face. He stood from the table, placing a hand on your head, ruffling your curls.

“I’ll see you tonight then, gorgeous.”He winked, walking off, Leaving you behind, a flustered, blushing, and a not-so-perfect mess.

[heedeungsha]

TRIO `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

+ Content warning(s): fluff, relationship with danceracha, Leeknow’s girlfriend!reader, Hyunjin’s girlfriend!reader, Felix’s girlfriend!reader, dancer!reader

Danceracha as your bf!danceteacher

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Lee Minho

Leeknow was your dance teacher before your boyfriend-I mean, it is how you guys met. You were merely a trainee and he’d secretly been watching you outside the dancer room practicing alone, before finally growing the courage to help you. He watched intensely behind you, leaned up against wall while studying your mirrored reflection. You keep your eyes trained forward, so you don’t get distracted by the way his muscles flex when he crossed him arms over his broad chest. It’s a set up and he knows it too, slowly walking up to you without a word as he places his hands on your waist, twisting your body the correct way.

Leeknow’s strict with teaching choreos but luckily, he doesn’t go hard on you like he does his members. “No, try again,” He’d yell out from behind you and you’d do as he said. “No try ag-“ he’d call out not even 5 seconds later. “Leeknow!” you’d sigh, dropping your hand your side just before earning a toothy smile from him. He’d joke around a lot to lighten the thick hot air filling the practice room.

Leeknow would kiss your forehead, “Good job, baby. Next time, try this.” He’d show you how to prefect the step before backing up to let you do it on your own. Despite his stringent teachings, he’d hold in a laugh every time you fell on your ass from moving too fast. You’d pout, feeling frustrated with the step you’re stuck on and he’d come over to pick you up-after laughing up a storm in the corner.

Leeknow would pat you on the ass each time you got the choreo right, and they quickly become rough. His hand would then stay there as he turned you against the mirror, and made out up with you. It was like his way of letting you know you did good. “Same time tomorrow?” He’d joke, knowing he’d be more strict just to tease you.

Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin was one of those teachers that took over, showing you how to dance the choreo the right way-with powerful charisma. He’d make you sit back and watch him dance first . His feirceful sharp movements were attractive, highlighting his passionate dancing skills. His duality when he danced was jaw dropping-it’s insane how he’d go from to cute and giggly to intense and serious once the song started playing. That’s what attract you to him in the first place, before finding the courage to talk to him after catching him alone in the practice room without his members.

“Okay your turn love,” Hyunjin would pull you to the middle to learn the choreo with him. “5, 6, 7, 8..” the chorus would play and he’d begin dancing, and you’d follow his movements. As you slowly start to get it, your cheeks would heat up everything he’s attack you with kisses, encouraging you to keep getting better. “You’re doing so good love,” he’d shower you with warm praises.

Hyunjin would study the way your body moved, correcting you whenever you missed a step or did it wrong. He was also your teacher first, knowing how important dance was to you. He loved that you didn’t take offense to his advice and it only fueled you to become a good of a dancer as he is. By the end of it, you were both a sweaty mess, his long blond hair glued to his forehead and his ends sticking to his neck and yours in a ruffled bun. He was irresistible, rolling his sleeves up while showing off his muscular arms. “Focus love,” he’d snap his fingers at your gawking and laugh a storm when you rolled your eyes. He’d help you practice all day until you got it right and picked you up, twirling around the room with you in his arms when you did.

Lee Yongbok

Felix is patient with you. He still remembers he’s your boyfriend after all. To him, he’d met you outside of being an idol, being your dance teacher was just a bonus to be around you everyday. His the kind of dance teacher that makes learning a new chore fun. He’d crack jokes to make you laugh when you miss a step in the routine or tease you, and plant kisses every time you remembered a step. “Princess, it’s okay,” he assured you when you feel frustrated with the choreo. He’d give you space as the practice room grew hot or stood off to the side as he danced with you lazily. Still, you’d catch him smiling at your progress.

Felix would slowly show you, softly holding your waist so you didn’t hurt yourself as he guided you movements. “When you turn, you have to move with the beat, follow the flow princess,” he coos in your ears as he explains how to do a certain step which left you blushing at the thought of his lips against your skin. He’d only laugh, patting your ass to make you focus. He knows how you’re a slow learner so he takes his time with you, making sure you understood everything he said. Apart from being your dance teacher, he’s your proctector first—watching you attentively and quickly running before you can hit the ground.

“Let’s maybe take a break and get some food. I don’t want my princess to stress herself out.“ Felix says, trying to lighten the mood when you get frustrated with how long it’s taking you to learn the choreo. He’d buy you your favorite ramen and once you were full, he’d make an excuse to go home and sleep before going back to the practice room to start again.

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I enjoyed writing this a lot! Something small and cute. Send more requests (🐹)

[moonyaugust]

how i see narcissa black

queen of the castle

born on january 9th, 1955

pureblood

bisexual

slytherin prefect and head girl

patronus: arctic fox

french and british, spent parts of her childhood at the rosier mansion in the north of france

of the black and rosier families

has two sisters: bellatrix (four years older) and andromeda (two years older). cousins are sirius (four years younger), regulus, pandora, evan (all two years younger) and felix (fourteen years younger)

is fluent in english, french, latin, and greek (as all blacks are)

metamorphmagus, her appearance shifts throughout her life depending on the role she needs to play. as a kid/teen, her hair is dark blonde and her eyes are dark, with pointed features and no imperfections. following her engagement to lucius, her hair becomes pale blonde. after regulus’ death, dark streaks are added to her hair to mirror his. her original appearance is much softer, with silver/pure white hair, ice blue eyes, and a mole on her cheekbone. hides her abilities because it implies unreliability of character, despite it running in her family

is betrothed to corban yaxley, but had a crush on lucius malfoy since she was a kid. after andromeda leaves, narcissa requests to marry lucius. their engagement lasts for two years until narcissa graduates, to cover up the mess andromeda left

had a secret relationship with alice fortescue from third until fifth year

was raised like a princess, spoiled in material belongings and power but less so on love

is deeply devastated when andromeda leaves (bellatrix and andromeda having become like surrogate parents to her)

her middle name is aquila

is named after a flower unlike her sisters, due in part to her mother's frustration at not having a son

plays the harp

agrees with blood purism but mainly wants to save her own skin and advance in wizard society

is allergic to chocolate

she collects trinkets; after a death eater mission lucius brings her home an item from the slain muggle for her to keep

incredibly fashion savvy, always stuns at galas and events. knows how to play the perfect polite and welcoming hostess

songs for narcissa: silver spoon by erin lecount, i'm your man by mitski, criminal by fiona apple

credits to cutegirlsart, fancast is sarah gadon

for more narcissa, check out my fic valkyrie!

[ask-felix-aberg]

Felix' heart skipped a beat as Elland took his chin in his hands, causing a deep blush to spread across his cheeks. He hadn't expected such a response. In fact, he hadn't expected any response at all, and now he himself was at a loss for words! His mind raced to come up with a response, but all he could manage was a shy smile.

Will's pat on Elland's shoulder brought the Ravenclaw back to reality. "Practicing? Oh, um… I… uh…" Felix stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

He glanced at the book in front of him, and embarrassment washed over him. Oh no, was he reading out loud again? Sjutton gubbar! Monty already warned him that he would get himself into some trouble... Felix mentally scolded himself for not paying more attention to his surroundings.

But in all honesty, he just couldn't resist getting lost in the pages of this little treasure of literature. It was just too absorbing. Every page was more amusing than the other, he couldn't put it down.

"I-I'm so sorry, Elland," Felix apologised sheepishly, avoiding eye contact with his Hufflepuff friend. "I got carried away… It's just a really captivating book."

As Felix tried to gather his thoughts and respond to Elland's playful comment about being a blanket, he noticed the prefect's smug expression. The mischievous glint in the Slytherin's eyes told Felix that he was about to receive a lesson in flirting.

*Dinner time! William and Elland were sitting together in the Great Hall when a familiar Ravenclaw suddenly sat down next to the Hufflepuff, engrossed in a certain book. Felix didn't seem to properly register who he sat next to. Without looking up, he blindly took a plate of sticky toffee pudding and muttered to himself:*

"You look cold. Do you want to use me as a blanket?"

Elland blinks once. Twice. There was a plate of sticky toffee pudding in front of him just a moment before, Will making sure his old crush friend gets the best one they can reach for at the Hufflepuff table for Elland to try. And now the sticky toffee pudding is no more.

Instead, the thief has the audacity to turn Elland's slightly confused pout into a blush with just his words. What is this tactic and why is this so disarming? Elland stares at Felix in disbelief. Perhaps he did feel a little cold... But the sudden flirting warmed him up a little somehow. Well, that's one way to get the Hufflepuff's attention.

"Felix, I—" he begins and closes his mouth, feeling a lot of contradicting emotions at this moment. "Felix, I am flattered, really. And a little cold... But if you want a hug — just say so. And," he blushes more after glancing at an uncharacteristically silent William to his left, only to be met with a cheeky grin and something akin to jealousy. Elland takes Felix' chin with his fingers and turns the blond's head away from the book and up so that their eyes meet. 

"So you are a blanket? Oh, how I want to surround myself in your warmth..." he murmurs, trying to sound reassuring. He does not normally do this but he was just talking to Will on the topic of flirting, so why the hell not?

The pickup line did get more and more quiet by the end of it. Will pats Elland on his shoulder, smug and proud. Proud of both Elland and Felix. The little snake then proceeds to point at the book which Elland hasn't paid much attention to until now. The Hufflepuff recognizes the cover: that's Will's book. Oh no. Was it the sly fox' idea? But Will looks too surprised to see Felix at that table so it must be unexpected for him as well. Elland addresses Felix with a little huff, reaching for another plate of the pudding.

"You, er, are just practicing?"

[nikholascr0w]

Evan Rosier headcanons !!!

Character hc list master post

• I get very gay demiromantic asexual vibes from Evan

• man SUCKS at communication, he’d rather eat foam insulation than have an honest talk about his emotions

• befriends Barty within like 10 minutes of getting on the train, he just thinks Barty's funny cause he's not used to people acting so improper

• Evan’s really smart but he has to work his ass off for it. (Barty and his naturally smart ass piss him off so bad during exams)

• lactose intolerant and he bonds with Reg over it while Barty teases them both

• also the type of lactose intolerant person who’s favorite food is cheese and consumes a fuck ton of lactose anyway

• he's a really good artist and he doodles roses on every piece of parchment he touches

• calls Barty Bee and Bat and usually only calls him Barty when he’s annoyed or serious about something. Calls him Bartemius occasionally to piss him off

• Has 'girls' nights with Pandora and regulus where Barty just watches in awe and happily lets them paint his nails

• The only one in the group besides Pandora that can do a half decent job painting nails so he does both Regulus and Barty’s for them

• Pandora does his hair for him

• petty bitch and passive aggressive as hell

• he's a lightweight and Barty thinks it's hilarious

• almost all the slytherin first years look up to him some treat him like an older brother most are mildly scared of / intimidated by him (he's very protective of them)

• I think he was probably offered prefect but turned it down for Regulus and also because he didn’t want the formal responsibility

• Pandora and him are twins but Evan totally acts like the older brother

• Very protective of his friends and sister

• doesn't like quidditch but he's goes to watch every game for Barty and Reg

• all his clothes are pretty neat and classy at least during his first couple years of school but he has a funky sock drawer and I love him for it

• Barty pierced Evan's ears for him at 2am once after one of the rare occasions he opened up about his emotions and cried for awhile Barty probably did most of his other piercings throughout the years as well

• jealous boy

• he connects way better to animals and plants than he does to people

• frequently pulls all-nighters for good grades, mans is running on caffeine related fumes

• his favorite flowers are white roses

• not quite as plant loving as pandora or Barty but he's filled the dorm with house plants and refuses to let Barty touch a single one (he’s too competitive and he wants to prove he can take care of them on his own)

•Pandora named all his plants and put little “hello my name is” stickers that she got from Dorcas on the pots

• Evan makes the best tea and coffee you have ever tasted

• love the idea that Felix definitely loves Pandora more and Evan will never stop being bitter about it (He loves Evan too he just won't admit it)

• Felix is also obsessed with Barty and any time he goes over to the Rosier’s during the summer Felix will loudly ask why his brother can’t be as cool as Barty. Barty finds this hilarious.

• Barty calls Evan pet names like darling, babe, baby, honey, and sweetheart jokingly all the time and it drives Evan insane. He also calls Evan, E, Ev/Evs, and Evie because thats just how he shows affection

• loves reading poetry snd also dark classics

• I feel like hes an origami enjoyer

• he's super protective of kids especially ones with controlling parents cause he doesn't want them to end up like him

• he took most of the family pressure to try to protect Pandora and Felix

• Regulus and Barty set up muggle movie nights for him whenever he's upset cause they know he won't talk and the movies comfort him.

That’s all I got for now feel free to request other characters or give me your thoughts on Evan in reblogs or asks

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Lily Potter is not Mediocre

I wrote this initially as a response to a reblog on this post, but I wanted to give Lily a post of her own that isn't tied in with my rambling about shipping Voldemort. So here it is:

We don't know a lot about Lily, but what we do know implies she is very magically talented and has a bit of a cruel streak to her. She isn't as perfect as some portray her, nor as awful as I've seen some claim her to be. but oh boy do I disagree about her being mediocre.

Let's talk about the magical power first, becouse I feel a lot of people underestimate Lily's magical talent.

“Excellent, excellent, Harry! Good lord, it’s clear you’ve inherited your mother’s talent. She was a dab hand at Potions, Lily was! Here you are, then, here you are — one bottle of Felix Felicis, as promised, and use it well!”

(HBP)

I know some people like to claim Lily was only good at potions because of Snape, but I don't think that's the case. I'm sure he helped her out at first, but they stopped being friends at 5th year and she continued to seemingly have good grades at Potions since Slughorn really loves her.

As a child, Lily has incredible control over her accidental magic and accomplishes difficult magic naturally and intuitively:

But the girl had let go of the swing at the very height of its arc and flown into the air, quite literally flown, launched herself skyward with a great shout of laughter, and instead of crumpling on the playground asphalt, she soared like a trapeze artist through the air, staying up far too long, landing far too lightly.

(DH)

Lily had picked up a fallen flower from the bush behind which Snape lurked. Petunia advanced, evidently torn between curiosity and disapproval. Lily waited until Petunia was near enough to have a clear view, then held out her palm. The flower sat there, opening and closing its petals, like some bizarre, many-lipped oyster.

(DH)

This is way more advanced than magic usually shown by kids, especially because of how controlled it is. The only other character we see on level with Lily's control at such a young age (and who mastered unaided flight on their own) is Voldemort.

Harry also shows insanely powerful accidental magic (including Apparation) and let's just say, I don't think Harry's magical talent came from James.

Lily was both Prefect and head girl (like Tom) again showing she had a great academic track record and was likely a top student in many of her classes. We know she was good at Potions, but she was likely very adapt at Charms as well:

You have your mother’s eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work

(PS)

Now, I talked in the past on here about how Harry is insanely magically powerful, specifically when it came to intuitive magic that just reacted to his emotions/desires or him being able to feel magic (this is that post). If we take Dumbledore at his word on how Lily cast her sacrificial love on Harry (which I tend to do) her sacrificial magic was insanely intuitive magic like we see Harry repeatedly do throughout the books.

I think the reason no one else ever did is because of the specific circumstances and Lily's specific words, yes, but I also think, that like her son, she had a knack for her magic responding intuitively to her desires no spell needed. This is a mark of a very powerful wizard/witch and not something a mediocre wizard would be likely to accomplish.

We see Harry cast this same sacrificial love in DH. And he, too, doesn't really cast anything, it's intuitive, his magic is powerful and incredibly reactive to his emotions — and I believe Lily was the same.

JKR has mentioned Voldemort tried to convince James and Lily to become Death Eaters, more than once ("Thrice defied him"). He wouldn't have given them more than one chance if either of them was mediocre. I also don't think he would've tried to get Lily to step aside so he wouldn't have to kill her as many times as he did if he thought she was average at best.

As for her personality, you're right, she isn't exactly Harry, but they do share some very important traits, and as I said, I think she and Tom would clash less than Harry and Tom (as in Lily doesn't get angry the way Harry does, so their reactions would be different).

Lily acted charming and prideful:

She turned, nose in the air, and marched off towards her sister.

(DH)

“Hmpf. Yes, well. You shouldn’t have favorites as a teacher, of course, but she was one of mine. Your mother,” Slughorn added, in answer to Harry’s questioning look. “Lily Evans. One of the brightest I ever taught. Vivacious, you know. Charming girl.I used to tell her she ought to have been in my House. Very cheeky answers I used to get back too.”

(HBP)

Slughorn talks about Lily's personality more than any other character, and what he says does paint her as similar to Harry.

She was talented and bright. Slughorn, who thought Tom Riddle, considers Lily Potter one of the brightest students he ever thought. She was in no way mediocre.

She was charming and had a firey personality to her. She was enthusiastic and charismatic and was easily likable.

I especially like what Slughorn says about Lily being good for Slytherin. Like Harry, she was likely considered by the hat for both Slytherin and Gryffindor due to her cleverness and bravery being both part of her.

And these cheeky answers Slghorn refers to, are like Harry's. Harry is the cheeky student Slughorn is referring to in the same breath as Lily's. Harry got his sass from Lily, not from James. Harry's tendency to back-talk Dark Lords came from his mom.

She's more scared when she's younger, crying more, but she clearly grows up to be fiercer, as Slughorn mentions and as we see in some of the memories:

“Saved? Saved? You think he was playing the hero? He was saving his neck and his friends’ too! You’re not going to — I won’t let you — ” “Letme? Letme?” Lily’s bright green eyes were slits. Snape backtracked at once.

(DH)

As for the cruel streak I mentioned:

Lily, whose furious expression had twitched for an instant as though she was going to smile, said, “Let him down!”

(OotP)

Lily, even as Snape's best friend, can't help but find the bullying funny for just a moment. It means her sense of humor can be on the crueler side at times. The fact that it's implied, even during SWM that Lily didn't really hate James, just disliked his behavior is quite telling. Like, I don't think he needed to change much for her to go out with him. Sirius even says he mostly just stopped hexing people in the halls. I think he wasn't as arrogant, but he was probably still very egocentric. And Lily liked that (contrary to Harry who'd find it more annoying).

Additionally, when Lily wants to, she knows to hit where it hurts (the Slytherin streak Slughorn talks about?):

“That’s where you’re going,” said Petunia with relish. “A special school for freaks. You and that Snape boy ... weirdos, that’s what you two are. It’s good you’re being separated from normal people. It’s for our safety.” Lily glanced toward her parents, who were looking around the platform with an air of wholehearted enjoyment, drinking in the scene. Then she looked back at her sister, and her voice was low and fierce.“You didn’t think it was such a freak’s school when you wrote to the headmaster and begged him to take you.” Petunia turned scarlet.

(DH)

She knows Petunia and she knows what would hurt/embarrass her the most and she goes for the throat. Even if later she tries to smooth things over with her.

I also wanted to note her wand. Ollivanders said she had a Willow wand, and willow wands have some interesting facts about them:

Willow is an uncommon wand wood with healing power, and I have noted that the ideal owner for a willow wand often has some (usually unwarranted) insecurity, however well they may try and hide it. While many confident customers insist on trying a willow wand (attracted by their handsome appearance and well-founded reputation for enabling advanced, non-verbal magic) my willow wands have consistently selected those of greatest potential, rather than those who feel they have little to learn. It has always been a proverb in my family that he who has furthest to travel will go fastest with willow.

(From Pottermore)

(Ron has a Willow wand too, btw, like the second wand he gets that is really his)

This implies Lily was insecure, and you kinda see it in her behavior as a child. Her deference to Petunia and how many questions she asks Snape:

“Normally,” said Snape. “But you’re Muggle-born, so someone from the school will have to come and explain to your parents.” “Does it make a difference, being Muggle-born?”

(DH)

She is scared, walking up to the sorting hat:

He watched his mother walk forward on trembling legs and sit down upon the rickety stool. Professor McGonagall dropped the Sorting Hat onto her head, and barely a second after it had touched the dark red hair, the hat cried, “ Gryffindor”

(DH)

But the hat placed her in Gryffindor becouse of the bravery was there. The insecurity isn't warranted (according to the wand's description). She had the fire and fierceness there all along. she may thought herself average but it was never true.

The description of the wand also suggests Lily would've been quite good with advanced non-verbal magic, which fits everything I mentioned about her magic being very intuitive like Harry's in the first section here.

So Lily is in no way mediocre and Harry is his mother's son.

[kiiwiigii]

Abandoned

Demetri x Fem!Reader

Summary: Going to Italy over spring break was not what you had in mind, but Bella said she needed you. Until she didn't anymore, leaving you in the hands of a handsome vampire, who happens to be your mate.

Warnings:

Angst

Bella and the Cullens suck. (Ha ha. I'm so funny.)

Word Count: 1500+

Requested?: Yes!

heya thanks for answering my earlier ask about requests! Could I please request a demetri x reader angsty with fluff where they meet in new moon as reader tags along with bella to help and demtri is drawn to her cause theyre mates and volturi agree to let bella go and be turned later if the reader stays and reader is hurt that edward, bella and even alice agree to it so quickly so she feels abandoned and demetri works to earn her trust and comforts her about it at a later date? (If its too much or you end up tweaking it thats okay!!) <3

A/N: What kind of Volturi fic writer would I didn't do this trope? And for once it's not Alec-centric. I love it! Also, this is gonna be a two-parter.

I hated flying with a burning passion. But Bella insisted that I go with her for emotional support. I almost snapped at her to take Jacob instead. Emotional support animals were free after all. She just needed the paperwork.

Unfortunately, I don't think a big-ass werewolf-slash-shapeshifter would go over well if they were to accidentally transform. Bella was lucky that I even had a passport. In the end, it was Alice who convinced me, definitely playing the loyalty card pretty heavily. If only I had known that loyalty was not extended to me.

Italy was beautiful, but between the sweet relief of landing, Alice stealing a car, and getting caught up in the whirlwind that was the St. Marcus festival, I had barely any time to take it all in. The city was awash with hundreds of people, their red cloaks swirling about as they danced and celebrated.

Bella was diving out the car, screaming Edward's name. I dove into the crowds to follow her, making my way through the throngs of red cloaks to find her. It didn't take long before I was hopelessly lost. What had Alice said? Edward was going to reveal himself. What exactly would happen if he did? That was one thing I had never managed to get out of Bella.

Would he just… spontaneously combust?

No. That made no sense, he never would have come to the Volturi for death if that happened.

But where was the best place to do it?

I looked around desperately before my eyes landed on the clock tower in the center of the square. There. That was the prefect place. I pushed through the crowds, yelling Bella's name at the top of my lungs.

Demetri

"BELLA!"

He turned at the sound, and his dead heart seemed to beat for just a moment. Her voice sounded like heaven. Demetri scanned the square, eyes searching, desperate with hope that maybe, just maybe, she might be who he thought she was.

"Bella!'

It was closer this time, and through a break in the crowds he saw her. Time seemed to slow down as he took in the sight of her. She was by the clock tower, her chest rising and falling with the effort to breathe, as if she had just run a long distance. And given the beads of sweat along her brow and the trickles that dripped down her tantalizing neck, she had.

She was stunning. Beautiful. And more than everything that he had ever hoped for.

The other girl in front of him, Bella, turned around in both alarm and relief.

"Bella," Edward said softly. "Relax. He won't harm her."

"Demetri?" Felix asked, voice heavy with confusion.

"Stay with our… guests, Felix."

Demetri was next to the girl in the blink of an eye, stepping into her line of sight a moment later. She jerked back in alarm before making eye contact with him. And it happened. His whole world seemed to turn upside down. He grinned. She was his.

"Hello, principessa." He lifted her warm hands to his cold lips, enjoying the subtle taste of her skin. "I am Demetri. I will escort you to your friends. If you will follow me."

She raised a disbelieving brow at him, taking him in before landing on his eyes. She gulped a little and nodded her head. He held out his arm for her to take, and after a moments hesitation, she did so.

Upon arriving at the alleyway in which the others stood, his mate let go and hugged Bella tightly.

"You're alright." She breathed, her perfect voice hushed.

"I'm alright, Y/N."

"Good to have you back." It was Jane. "Aro has been wondering what has been taking so long. Let us continue."

He put a hand on his mates back, urging her forward silently.

Demetri found that he no longer cared what would happen with Cullen and his human, not so long as his mate stayed.

I was a moron.

Despite the seriously fucked up and dangerous situation that Bella had somehow pulled me into, I couldn’t help but blush as I felt this stranger's hand on my lower back.

'Demetri. His name is Demetri, Y/N.'

The gesture felt oddly warm and comforting. He felt oddly warm and comforting.

And I liked it. But also I didn't like it. He was making me feel all funny and I honestly didn't know what to do about it.

I glanced back at him, only to find him already looking at me, something akin to wonder in his eyes. He gave me a small smile and I turned back around, blushing harder. I liked that smile. A lot. I shook my head, following behind Edward and Bella, doing my best to not trip.

I had bigger things to worry about. Such as getting out of this situation alive. Alice had neglected to tell me much of anything, and I had only caught snippets of her conversation with Bella on the plane. All I knew was that the Volturi laid down the law, and they were not to be fucked with. I suddenly wished I had paid more attention instead of worrying about the death trap that was called a plane.

I grabbed Alice's hand, my anxiety spiking. She gave my hand a small squeeze, sending me another smile. But something was off. She wouldn't look me in the eye. In fact I couldn't recall her looking me in the eye since we had boarded the plane to Italy. And outside of his initial surprise to see me, neither had Edward. I frowned at the sudden realization, slowing down a moment and pulling my hand from hers. Demetri slowed down as well, gently pressing on my back for me to continue, but I stayed rooted in the spot.

"What are you hiding?" My voice cracked. "What did you see?"

Alice looked back at me, surprised.

"Now is not the time, Y/N." Demetri's lips brushed against my ear.

I really liked the way he said my name.

"Indeed." Jane turned around, her face blank.

Demetri tensed, angling himself so that I was out of Jane's eyesight.

"Do not worry, Demetri. I have no intent to harm your mate... As long as she keeps up."

She was so blasé about the whole thing that it took a minute for me to register what she said. Mate? I had a mate? Mates were a thing?

Demetri hissed at her and everyone edged away from the two of them, looking at Demetri as if he were a dead man. Jane just smiled.

"Let us continue. Demetri, do keep your human in line."

I wondered if my brain had just stopped working at that point because I would have normally said something back, but I couldn't bring myself to do much of anything. Demetri turned back around, looking at me as one would a spooked animal. And I was pretty close to a spooked animal. I was starting to hyperventilate, and I definitely wanted to run, but I couldn't get my legs to work.

"Y/N." He reached out, clasping both of my arms lightly. "I'm sorry. I didn't want you to find out this way, but we really must keep going."

I nodded, numb. Alice knew. How long had she known? And Edward hadn't bothered to say a damn thing to me either. Why? They couldn't bother to prepare me for this? I have a fucking mate. That's not something you can just shove under the rug. And Jane. Fucking Jane-

Demetri's hand slid into my own, the coolness of his skin breaking me out of my haze just enough to keep moving forward. I could feel myself beginning to shut down and disassociate, auto-pilot taking over. I could feel his thumb rubbing circles softly on the palm of my hand and decided to focus on that instead.

Jane pushed the heavy double doors in front of us open.

My brain refused to shut off, memories of the last 24 hours replaying repeatedly in my head.

Bella had been released under two conditions:

She was to be turned within the year.

I was to stay here, to be with my mate.

I didn't have a choice, not that it really mattered, because I would have given myself up in a heartbeat for Bella. But they had taken the deal with barely a thought. Even Bella. That's when I realized that she knew. She had known the whole time. And Alice. I kept thinking about how she had worked so hard to convince me to come. To be Bella's emotional support. I wasn't there to be her emotional support. I was there to be traded, like some dog. And it hurt.

I had lost everything.

My friends. My home. My family.

I would never see my mother again. My father had passed a little over a year ago to cancer, so my mother and I were already in the practice of mourning. But my mom, not only had she lost my dad, but now she would think I was dead too. How would she cope?

How was I going to cope? How could I ever trust anyone again? Bella and the Cullens had taken advantage of me. Of my love. My loyalty.

I wouldn't let it happen again. Never.

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[ramshacklerumble]

W-Woah! Didn’t expect to see you around here. Perfect timing, we’re about to cut the cake!

Groovification: [LOCKED]

Set to Home Screen: Uh…Do I look okay?

Home Transition 1: Should’ve known Lilia wouldn’t let me pass the dorm mirror without trying to scare the soul out of me first. The guy really knows how to make you feel alive.

Home Transition 2: Jorge and Hernando started the morning by squeaking up a storm. They were trying to sing to me, but between the two of us, I think I should get them some music lessons.

Home, after login: Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm~ 🎵 Oh, haha. The Ramshackle Prefect invited me to listen to a musical from their homeworld on their magic gramophone. Cool, huh? I took a recording hoping Ortho might be able to clean up the audio.

Home Transition (Groovification): [LOCKED]

Tap Home 1: Check it out! Cater got me this awesome limited edition poster for one of my favorite films. I kept asking how he got it, but he just gets this sly look in his eye and won’t tell me.

Tap Home 2: Yeesh. Even on my birthday, Vil gave me a big ol’ chewing out over my hair, but then gave me a present. …It’s hair product.

Tap Home 3: People give Silver a wide berth because he looks so serious all the time, but he’s honestly a great guy. We’re planning on having a movie night, y-you’re welcome to join!

Tap Home 4: Dorms are forced to host birthday parties, so freshman year I felt kinda bad over these random dudes having to throw one for me. This year…it actually felt like they wanted to celebrate…heh heh.

Tap Home 5: A couple of freshmen asked how old I was turning and they looked so surprised. …Do I really look that old…?

Tap Home (Groovification): [LOCKED]

DUO MAGIC: Haha, let’s not to get too wild here, o-okay Floyd…? / C’mon, Flounder! How ‘bout we kick it up a notch?

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[lov3rachan]

SKZ x HP

Summary: What if Stray Kids went to Hogwarts?

Pairing: none

Genre: headcanons

Warning: none

Word count: ~900 words

Comment: (The reason for the sorting is based on them irl and my opinion of them while the Headcanons are non-idol!). I do not support JK Rowling’s statements but Harry Potter is my childhood so I gotta suck it up rip. Not letting drama ruin my childhood :( prompted by SKZ in London and pics

Requested by: no one

Written: 19.01.2025

Taglist: @skzdreamer13 , @rayzyart , @blueohs

Gryffindor

Seo Changbin

Why: he is loud and incredibly brave when it counts. He is that reliable guy who will help you when things get tough and when it isn’t easy to do so. He ain’t ashamed of being himself (whether it is acting cute or showing off his muscular gains)

Headcanons: he was definitely on the quidditch game as a chaser (or keeper) but then moved to commenting after a few too many close calls. He isn’t very good at explaining what goes on but his reactions and energy are contagious. Definitely fails potions at least once. He is not a great student but he does his best. He often gets points reductions for breaking stuff with badly cast spells.

Kim Seungmin

Why: he is incredibly honest and bravely telling things that aren’t particularly easy to admit straight to people’s faces. He isn’t an extrovert by any means but he knows how to stick up for people. He will proudly voice his thoughts despite all risks that may come with it.

Headcanons: this guy was made to be a prefect. He mostly became one for the prestige and perks but he is also incredibly disciplined which means he’s both a good one and a pain for any trouble maker. He is a very good student who’s well liked by all professors because he doesn’t cause any trouble. He is definitely one of the best beaters on the quidditch team.

Ravenclaw

HAN

Why: he is super creative and thinks outside the box a lot. He also loves learning. (Though his interests change all the time). He is also fairly smart and quick to learn.

Headcanons: definitely one of the most scatterbrained of all. He is known for being a genius and he does surprisingly well in most subjects. He is always interested in new magical artefacts and trying new spells (or even creating new ones). He loves to be a commentator during Quidditch games.

Hyunjin

Why: just like HAN, Hyunjin loves creating and art. While he is not incredibly smart per se (I mean… paboracha leader), his creative thinking earned him a spot in Ravenclaw.

Headcanons: one of the most popular students on campus, he loves looking around and admiring the portraits and architecture. Definitely a more artistically gifted student than academically but he manages. He definitely had (at some point) a remembrall but he lost it.

Hufflepuff

Bang Chan

Why: Chan is incredibly caring and lives for the members (so his friends and family). He isn’t really into personal glory or grand gestures and while he likes learning, he craves love. Taking care of people is in his nature and he values his personal relationships above all.

Headcanons: he got pushed into the role of prefect (and then Head Boy). He was made to be a leader and, despite his protests, he got pushed into it. He actually enjoys it and is fairly lenient (not at first but as he got less sensitive), especially on younger guys (aka I.N). He used to be in the quidditch team as captain and keeper but he quit to focus on his role as Head Boy.

Felix

Why: this guy is a cuddle bug and a ray of sunshine. He loves people and people love him… self explanatory, really. Plus he is not really brave (that’s not his core trait. Like he is brave in some aspects but that’s not the point).

Headcanons: this guy knows everyone and I mean everyone. The moment you step food on Hogwarts grounds he is there to greet you with a smile. This super sweet guy didn’t get on the team but he is an avid Wizard Chess player. At any time he is ready to play whatever (though he gets angry easily when things go horribly bad for him). He loves to hang out at Hogsmade. He is quite good in potions.

Slytherin

Lee Know

Why: he can be intimidating/scary at first but he really isn’t. He is incredibly driven and ambitious (so Slytherin) and he is always trying to improve himself. He is also very playful and a bit of a troublemaker. He is very clever and resourceful but not necessarily in an out-of-the-box way.

Headcanons: he is thought to fit in with the “mean” Slytherins and to be about to become a dark wizard (based on his looks and attitude) but he is actually a really nice guy. He became prefect (for the perks) but he does the bare minimum. He is the first to cause some mischief so he turns a blind eye a lot. He is particularly gifted at Care for magical creatures and potions.

I.N

Why: first of all, this guy is ambitious. He wants to improve and prove himself (to literally everyone, even though we already think he’s awesome). He is also very resourceful and disciplined. He believes in the need to respect formalities (aka a bit of a tradition lover) and can be strict about it.

Headcanons: he is a very good student who tries his hand at pretty much everything, looking for his perfect match. He really likes the competitive aspect of duelling so he is interested in Defense against the dark arts and Transfiguration. He became a seeker because he liked the game and team though he is a bit struggling due to his clumsiness.

[children-of-the-muse]

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Woe, TWST OC Sparknotes be upon ye

Maia Argyris

Gender: Cis female (she/her), currently presenting as male (he/him) Age: 16 (freshman) Birthday: 20 January Expy: None, though carries similarities to several Disney heroines Dorm: Ramshackle (Prefect/Housewarden) Signature Spell: N/A Club: Equestrian Club Floyd Nickname: TBD Rook Nickname: Monsieur Fouet (Mister Whip)/Reines de Rêves (Queen of Dreams) Info: Yuusona. Cis girl, but disguising herself as male to stay at NRC. Was raised by organised criminals on one side of the family and circus performers on the other, so she's got a puzzling set of skills under her belt; most notably whip marksmanship. Born and based in Mobile, Alabama, but travelled a lot with her mother's troupe. Got black-carriaged while waiting to go on stage. Lets Azul open up a branch of the Mostro Lounge on Ramshackle property on the condition that she be its manager (she has experience with food service as her father ran a restaurant to front his 'organisation'); this gives her a source of income to take care of expenses Crowley won't pay for.

Pausanias 'Dru' Vitae

Gender: Trans male (he/him) Age: 17 (sophomore) Birthday: 13 July Expy: None (based off the goddess Persephone) Dorm: Ignihyde (Vice Housewarden) Signature Spell: Name TBD; allows him to absorb blot from his environment or from individuals to seal away the toxic substance and relieve them of the effects of exposure--grants him a higher blot tolerance, but not immunity. Will vomit up some of the excess if he overuses the spell or overtaxes himself. Club: Spelldrive Club Floyd Nickname: Seaweed Rook Nickname: TBD Info: A descendant of Demeter, Dru and his family carry a family blessing much like the Shrouds and the Jupiters. The Vitae blessing allows them to manipulate nearby life energy, which led the family to become long-standing figures in the medical and agricultural fields. As a result, Dru has been trained in magic from early on, and his skill with flora and healing magic in particular is considerably advanced for someone of his age. His life's ambition is to lend his skills to STYX and further the field of blot research by studying its effects on natural life and improving treatment methods to help mages who have overblotted, but his mother is overprotective and suffocating and is not keen on the idea of letting him disappear to the Isle of Woe forever (to say nothing of her disapproval of Dru's relationship with Idia--or, frankly, Idia in general). Close with @ramshacklerumble's girl Helena Jupiter. The nickname comes from his online gaming handle, Technodruid. He thinks it's funny to introduce himself with his nickname and then not explain further when people are visibly confused.

Felix Kemmer

Gender: Cis male (he/him) Age: 17 (sophomore) Birthday: 29 January Expy: Prince Phillip from Sleeping Beauty Dorm: ??? (Royal Sword Academy student) Signature Spell: Meet In a Dream Club: Equestrian Club Floyd Nickname: N/A Rook Nickname: N/A Info: A nobleman's son from the country neighbouring Briar Valley. He and Silver have known each other since before they started school, having met while Felix was riding his horse and Silver was picking berries in the woods in neutral territory. Their relationship is currently sort of a secret, since Silver is a fairly private person anyways and also knows that pretty much anyone he could think of at NRC would not take kindly to one of their fellow students dating one of those pampered, stuck-up Royal Sword guys. Felix's friends are just fine with it, however. They've been meeting in their dreams for years now, and it helps with them not being able to spend much time together in the waking world.

Johanna Walton

Gender: Cis female (she/her) Age: 29 (as of the year following the events of TWST) Birthday: 12 June Expy: Indiana Jones Dorm: N/A Signature Spell: TBD Club: N/A Floyd Nickname: N/A Rook Nickname: TBD Info: An archaeologist from the Sunset Savannah, Jo comes from a legacy family of archaeologists and professors of archaeology, descendants of the 'Daring Adventurer' (my current working legendary title for Indy himself, though I'm open to suggestions for something less vague sounding). My Second Nickel of a whip markswoman. More Than Rook Bargained For.

Margaret 'Mags' Reynard

Gender: Questioning (she/her for now) Age: 16 (freshman, as of the year following the events of TWST) Birthday: 20 January Expy: N/A Dorm: Savanaclaw Signature Spell: TBD Club: Spelldrive Club Floyd Nickname: TBD Rook Nickname: N/A Info: A fox beastgirl from the Queendom of Roses. Ran with Deuce's crew back in the day. Still very much off the rails, which Deuce is trying to rectify. Bonds with Epel through their mutual friendship with Deuce, Spelldrive Club, and being fellow Tiny Firecrackers. Jack becomes Big Brother.

Zawadi Thornpaw

Gender: Cis female (she/her) Age: 22 Birthday: 27 October Expy: Zira from The Lion King II: Simba's Pride Dorm: N/A Signature Spell: Queen's Lullaby; draws power from the suffering of her opponents, increasing her magical and physical capabilities. Club: N/A Floyd Nickname: N/A Rook Nickname: N/A Info: A lioness beastwoman, crown princess of the Umbra Gorge, a struggling kingdom neighbouring the Sunset Savannah. As part of an effort to improve relations and secure an alliance between the two countries, she and Leona are engaged to be married. They're not exactly thrilled with this arrangement at first, but they earn each other's respect as they get to know each other more, largely due to their shared goals, intellect, and mutual regard (or lack thereof) for Falena.

Metis Mnemonis

Gender: Cis female (she/her) Age: 32 Birthday: 12 October Expy: None (based off the goddess Mnemosyne) Dorm: N/A (Good Mother Prep alumna) Signature Spell: TBD Club: Debate Club Floyd Nickname: N/A Rook Nickname: TBD Info: The owner of a bookshop/archive in Foothill Town on Sage's Island. A descendant of Mnemosyne, she works with her twin brother as part of a branch of STYX's Mnemosyne network responsible for keeping the information they scrub from the public eye safely stored away, but not destroyed. Nickname of Mei. Widowed with a young daughter. Has a white cat named Princess. Eventually shipped with Trein.

Mason Mnemonis

Gender: Cis male (he/him) Age: 32 Birthday: 12 October Expy: None (based off the goddess Mnemosyne) Dorm: N/A (former Ignihyde Housewarden) Signature Spell: TBD Club: Book Club (founder) Floyd Nickname: TBD Rook Nickname: TBD Info: The NRC librarian. A descendant of Mnemosyne, he works with his twin sister as part of a branch of STYX's Mnemosyne network responsible for keeping the information they scrub from the public eye safely stored away, but not destroyed. Organisational skills are something to be both feared and respected. Locking horns with Crewel since freshman year, people have been placing bets on the two since freshman year minus a day. Loves cats in the exact same way as his dear young cousin.

[ask-felix-aberg]

[Polyjuice Swap 2024!]

(Thank you @lil-grem-draws for being the mad genius behind this very special event!)

── ⋆⋅🎃⋅⋆ ─☆:⭑🍂🍁🦇🍁🍂⭑:☆─ ⋆⋅🎃⋅⋆ ──

── ⋆⋅🎃⋅⋆ ─☆:⭑🍂🍁🦇🍁🍂⭑:☆─ ⋆⋅🎃⋅⋆ ──

Felix could hardly contain his excitement as he entered the grand ballroom, a smile tugging at his lips as he admired the scene before him. William had been talking about this event for days, practically glowing with pride as he reminded anyone who'd listen that it was his "expert negotiating skills" (and a very generous anonymous sponsor) that had made this magical night possible.

The Ravenclaw was thoroughly impressed - it seemed as if every prefect had poured their heart and soul into the preparations. Festive lights cast an enchanted glow across the entire room, flickering candles and dark webs drifted above, and enchanted pumpkins floated along the walls, their carved faces casting eerie shadows over the guests.

He marvelled at the marvellous array of costumes. His fellow students had truly embraced the spirit of the evening. And even though most of the faces were hidden beneath spooky masks and fancy cloaks, the Ravenclaw still managed to recognise some familiar faces, though none of the ones he was really looking for.

Felix' eyes drifted toward a small line of eagerly waiting students near several rooms to the sides, each one set up for the Polyjuice Potion event. Excitement started to spread across the face of the blond boy once again as he approached one of the queues, anticipation bubbling up in him as he waited for his turn.

── ⋆⋅🎃⋅⋆ ─☆:⭑🍂🍁🦇🍁🍂⭑:☆─ ⋆⋅🎃⋅⋆ ──

A few minutes later, Felix found himself face-to-face with the cauldron of Polyjuice Potion, wrinkling his nose in disgust. The liquid had an unappealing green-khaki colour, thick and unpleasant, bubbles foaming up from the surface and emitting a particularly pungent odour that had him breathing through his mouth. It was all sorts of awful, Felix understood now why they would use separate rooms for that.

Taking a steadying breath, he raised the mug for a hearty gulp, immediately regretting the decision as the taste hit him - a repugnant mix of salted liquorice, vinegar, and something that resembled rotting eggs.

Felix winced, fighting the reflex to gag. The urge to use the vomit bucket beside the cauldron was tempting, to say the least, but Felix swallowed, squeezing his eyes shut. He knew Polyjuice was an ordeal, but trying it firsthand was something entirely different. The young wizard forced himself to hold it down as he waited for the transformation to take hold.

The changes started slowly. Felix watched his hands as they began to prickle and grew larger, the skin shifting in both texture and tone, his fingers and wrists extending in a manner that felt distinctly wrong. He could feel his face beginning to rearrange itself painfully, his bones feeling like they were being pulled and stretched in impossible ways.

The sensation was nearly enough to make him reconsider the whole idea, but just as he felt he couldn't bear it a second longer, the pain finally began to ease, replaced by an odd sense of familiarity. He glanced into the mirror in the corner, where an enchanted gargoyle gave an appreciative whistle. "Handsome, aren't we?" it teased.

Felix squinted, blinking in surprise before a chuckle escaped him as he recognised the familiar face staring back. Monty? He'd turned into @ask-andrew-montrose ! So Monty had signed up as well! Felix grinned, running a hand over the now scruffier hair, touching his transformed features, thoroughly impressed by how flawlessly the potion had worked. Not bad at all.

"Looking sharp, aren’t you?" commented the smug mirror gargoyle. Felix stifled another chuckle, rolled up his sleeves, and loosened his tie as he gave his reflection one last look. This could be fun, he thought to himself as he headed out of the room to find the others.

As Felix made his way toward the snack table, he nodded and smiled at a few passing students, only to be met with frowns, raised brows, and puzzled glances. Suddenly, it clicked - he was supposed to be in character! Andrew would never do something like that, Felix scolded himself and quickly adopted a more serious expression.

Finally reaching the grand buffet, he sighed softly in relief, this could be harder than he expected to be. Perhaps something light would help settle his mind and stomach after that dreadful potion. He reached for a bright orange cupcake, taking a bite, his nose brushing the creamy frosting as he glanced over the spread, already considering what else might wash away the lingering Polyjuice taste.

For a fleeting moment, he even thought he saw Allegra on the far side of the table, but before he could get a better look, a voice broke his focus, calling out to him...