#professor Rakepick

[macabremarble]

happy pride month to lesbians with mommy issues who’ve felt as heartbroken as merula when this woman she felt deep connection with made her feel like shit both physically and mentally or something.

[nightwishesworld]

Testing the waters with an excerpt from a much larger WIP. What better way to kick off Pride Month than with a little self indulgent writing? Let me know if you wanna read the full story. Thanks!

AU originally written with an OC but figured this would be more fun for everyone

Patricia Rakepick x Fem Reader

Moonlight cast a silver glow upon the stone walls of Hogwarts as you and Patricia move in unison down the darkened corridors. Your footsteps the only sounds amidst the quiet of Hogwarts. Each of you carrying a wand at the ready, the warm light of Lumos piercing the shadows where secrets and dangers might lurk.

"Left here," Patricia murmurs, her voice low but clear in the quiet. "I've sensed something off in this wing for a few nights now."

You nod, allowing the curse-breaker to take the lead. It irks you to not be at the forefront, but you recognize the strategic advantage of Patricia's expertise in this arena. She is the one that attended the school after all.

"Feel it?" Patricia asks, pausing by a tapestry depicting the triumphs of long forgotten medieval wizards. She looks over her shoulder at you, her eyes flickering across your face as if gauging your expression.

"Like a static charge.” Your shoulders brushed, sending an unexpected jolt up your spine. "Residue of dark magic?"

"Could be," Patricia says, her gaze lingering on you a second longer than necessary. "Or it could be us— stirring up an unlikely chemistry.”

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," you quickly retorted, shutting down any attempts of deception or manipulation. Though you do feel your heart beating a little faster. The allure of Patricia's confidence is not lost on you, despite the repulsion of that admission, nor do you like the way it challenges you to rise to match the redhead’s energy. Even in jest, letting her win is not an option.

You continue your patrol, moving from one corridor to the next until the clock tower struck midnight, signaling a well-deserved break.

The kitchens provide a haven in the dead of night, with the scent of baking bread and simmering stews wafting through the room. House-elves stop their bustling to greet you with wide eyes and small bows. They scurry around, setting out an array of warm bread, cheeses, and a pot of steaming tea for you both.

You watch Patricia interact with the house-elves, her demeanor shifting from vigilant to gentle as she thanks them with a soft smile. It's a side of her that’s always uncanny to see—the softer, more caring side that hints at depths beyond her fierce exterior.

Seated at the wooden table, you both take in the comforting atmosphere of the warm kitchen. The crackling fire casts dancing shadows on the walls, adding an almost cozy charm to the hidden room.

Patricia pours two cups of tea and pushes one towards you, her eyes meeting yours in a moment of unspoken understanding. Despite the tension that often simmers between you, there is a shared camaraderie in moments like this. It feels like she’s a completely different woman compared to the usual sarcastic and cold witch that knows exactly what buttons to press to rile you up.

That’s not to say Patricia doesn’t have a sort of charm to her; the confidence in every stride she makes, the sway of her hips, her natural wit and intelligence that made her the forefront in any interaction she had.

The torches cast dancing shadows across Patricia’s face, softening her features. You felt a pull in your chest, like the strings of an instrument strumming a melody you’d never heard but always known.

"See something you like, Y/L/N?" Patricia teases.

You raise an eyebrow, refusing to let her fluster you with those piercing blue eyes. "Don’t flatter yourself. I’m enjoying a minute of respite before I have to go back to working with you."

“I can provide you a distraction from work if you let me.” Her tone lowered to a sultry whisper, her gaze unwavering as she leans in slightly, testing the boundaries of your resolve. Her closeness sends a shiver down your spine, an unexpected thrill mingling with the familiar tension that always crackles between you.

You hold her gaze steadily, refusing to show any signs of weakness as you reply, "I'm not here for your distractions, Rakepick. We have a job to do, remember?"

Patricia chuckles, a low, melodious sound that seems to echo in the cozy warmth of the kitchen. She leans back, swirling the tea in her cup thoughtfully before meeting your eyes once more. You swear feeling her foot brush up your calf as she shifts to cross her legs. "Always so serious. But don't worry, we'll get back to work soon enough."

The glint in Patricia's eyes hints at a mischievousness that you've come to expect from her. As the fire crackles and casts playful shadows in the kitchen, her smile is both inviting and challenging, a subtle invitation hanging in the air between you. You can never quite predict which version of Patricia Rakepick will surface— the focused curse-breaker or the enigmatic woman who revels in toeing the line between rivalry and something more.

"I only care about our obligations to protect," you reply coolly, lifting your tea to your lips and taking a deliberate sip. The warm liquid soothes your nerves, grounding you amidst the swirling emotions that Patricia seems to evoke effortlessly. "We can't afford distractions, not with what's at stake. Everyone residing here is counting on us to keep them safe. I for one, take that seriously.”

Patricia arches an eyebrow at your response, a look of something unreadable in her gaze. "Always the noble hero, aren't you?" she muses, her tone tinged with a hint of mockery that doesn't quite mask the underlying curiosity. "Distractions can be enlightening, you know.”

"Only if one knows how to handle them," you retort in a tone steadier than your heart.

The curse-breaker chuckles, a low sound that seems to edge you closer to the brink of insanity. For a moment you wonder whether you really would be better off locked away in the psych ward of St. Mungos. "Oh, I have quite the adept hand at managing…difficult situations."

[cocochats]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery (Video Game) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Patricia Rakepick & Original Female Character(s), Patricia Rakepick & Player Character (Hogwarts Mystery) Characters: Patricia Rakepick, Player Character (Hogwarts Mystery) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slice of Life, Happy Ending Summary:

Spoiler and canon divergence for the end of year 5.

This story takes place in a world where Patricia Rakepick didn't betray her students in the portrait vault, but saved them from R and tells of her last night at Hogwarts, from her point of view, at the Graduation Ball.

[jacobscursebreakerlilsis]

He definitely cares about what happens to MC

[defoozor]

Can we talk about this

[unfortunate-arrow]

Okay I'm curious now how do the quads do with Rakepick as a mentor/teacher.

RYAN gets along the best with Rakepick, but he doesn’t like her. He has little patience for the way that she treats people she doesn’t think are worthwhile. He does well with her mentorship, though, being the least critical. However, after she breaks his and his siblings’ wands, in separate incidents, Ryan starts to really lose what respect he had for her. He starts to respond with a lot of sarcastic remarks and is just insubordinate, testing Rakepick’s patience more and more.

CARA does not do great with Rakepick. She never quite vibes with Rakepick’s strict teaching style and Cara loses her patience with Rakepick easily. She doesn’t like the way that Rakepick treats most other people and has just always had a bad taste in her mouth when it comes to Rakepick.

SARA does okay with Rakepick as a mentor. Sara being Sara puts her best foot forward when working with Rakepick. She doesn’t enjoy the way that Rakepick treats other people, but Sara’s never been big on confrontation, especially with someone in an authority position. She’s also a people pleaser, which results in Sara always putting her best work forward.

CONOR does not do well with Rakepick. She didn’t even want to involve Conor at first, even though his nonverbal magic was way above average. Her strict ways don’t always work with Conor, especially because his spells can go haywire. It doesn’t help that Conor is the least invested in the Vaults and often prioritizes other subjects and things.

[marmotish]

freyja has her paternal figures but who are her maternal figures? if her grandmother is one of them is there anyone else?

there is, actually! Madam Rosmerta, landlady of the Three Broomsticks.

All those Butterbeer sessions with friends meant that Freyja was a regular at the Three Broomsticks, so she and the landlady saw a fair bit of each other. In return for Freyja helping out occasionally at the pub, Madam Rosmerta turned a blind eye to Freyja’s magical up-sizing of her and her friend’s drinks.

It wasn’t until 5th year that Freyja’s curse-breaking journey got a little more high stakes, especially with Rakepick appearing on the scene. Rosmerta wasn’t about to let Rakepick throw her weight around her pub, and saw how uncomfortable Freyja was around the new DADA professor. She saw as well how Jacob had been used by Rakepick and wasn’t about to let the same happen again.

Over months and years, Rosmerta kind of became Freyja’s confidante. Like any good pub landlady, she knew how to keep people’s secrets, which Freyja appreciated.

[hphm-jeniferltheman]

"Now that I know my brother is safe, will I finally bring peace to the people of Hogwarts from the curse?"

The End of Something Beautiful

And the Start of Something Terrible

After gathering at the Great Hall, Jeniferl could not stop wondering about many things

One is how she'll start this year without Professor Rakepick.

She still calls her professor despite everything she's done. She just wanted her to know the reason behind her actions and apologize to the people she hurt.

Another is that she still couldn't stop thinking about Jacob.

She may have finally found and save him but he disappear again without making any contact to her the whole summer. But now she knows that he's alive gives her a little bit of peace in mind.

Speaking of someone who didn't make any contact, Ben was also nowhere to be seen despite her and Rowan looking for him the whole summer.

They felt like he's been avoiding them, especially Jeniferl. But Jeni blames herself again cause she though that he has become more scared after what she brought them into. She become worried about how she was bringing him to danger in their relationship.

And after a strange man took her suddenly and swore to secrecy during Bill's celebration last school year, she can only keep this thoughts on to herself. She rather do a lot of helping instead to the people she caused trouble to find her brother and find the last cursed vault as soon as possible to end the curse.

Though Rowan notice how Jeniferl was too worried and thinking more about others without even thinking about herself. She can see that Jeniferl is carrying too many responsibility even though its just their first day of of sixth year. So she wanted her to take a break in her own way, by touring her around Hogwarts.

They are already sixth year and too late for a tour around Hogwarts but Rowan thought that Jeni has been too occupied that she didn't have time to enjoy the beauty of the castle like how she sees it. Rowan tour her around, inform her about the facts and details like she's a Professor touring her first year students. Seeing this makes Jeniferl happy and, for a bit, forget her worries and enjoyed her time with Rowan.

"I can already see now that Rowan will become a wonderful Professor in the future"

Jeniferl thought as she felt a strange shiver when she passes the window...

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phew, would have been better to make a comic of this one but this is already enough for me~ dammit i don't have the time to draw anymore (╥﹏╥) But finishing this lighten the weight of wips that i've been carrying in my head~~

Gotta clear my mind and prepare for board review and exam soon y'know... pray for me...

But i will still draw some scenes especially before year 6, and my ocs from other hogwarts games... So thanks for reaching this far, hope you had fun reading this adorable moment... for now... 0-0

[carewyncromwell]

"In my life I feel like a prisoner, in a light...

Are you feeling me?

'Cause the way you make my

Break my, shake my walls around,

I feel like I'm breaking out!

Show me your colors --

Show me your colors --

'Cause without you, I'm blue..."

~"Hurry Up and Save Me" by Tiffany Giardina

x~x~x~x

~Inspired by a concept by @ag907 💜~

In the story of Jacob and Carewyn Cromwell, the two siblings had to face a lot of tragedy in their lives. One of the single largest was the loss of Duncan Ashe, Jacob's first friend and love. But what if Duncan hadn't died prior to Jacob's expulsion? What if Duncan had been with Jacob, Peter Pettigrew, and Patricia Rakepick on that ill-fated jaunt to the Portrait Vault that resulted in Jacob's imprisonment? What if, after Rakepick's supposed "betrayal," he decided he'd force the Gringotts Cursebreaker to help him save Jacob from the Portrait Vault and R, by any means necessary? And what if Lane Cromwell and little nine-year-old Carewyn caught wind that the last person known to have been with Jacob before his disappearance was his now-graduated Slytherin classmate, Duncan Ashe?

x~x~x~x

The end of Duncan's Hogwarts career had been very turbulent. However he'd imagined ending his time at school, it certainly wouldn't have involved him becoming an Apprentice Cursebreaker at Gringotts under the tutelage of a R stooge he was currently blackmailing to keep from fleeing the country. It also hadn't included being alone at his graduation ceremony -- sure, he hadn't expected anything more than detached applause from his father and stepmother...but he'd always imagined Olivia and Jacob on either side of him, when he finally accepted his graduation scroll from Dumbledore. And he'd certainly not expected to exchange such a piercing look with the Headmaster while doing it.

"If I'm to help Jacob, then I need to know everything you know about the organization he joined, Duncan."

"I already told you, Jacob and I know next to nothing about R! Even those people who've joined it don't seem to know much about it, and they've done that on bloody purpose. I don't need your help, Professor -- I just need access to Hogwarts. Once I find the enchanted portrait again and break all the Vaults' curses in the proper order, I can save Jacob. I will save him and Olivia, damn whatever R might do."

"You might feel that way, Duncan...but as Hogwarts' Headmaster, I must care about what R might do. I won't hinder you from visiting Hogwarts, should you reach out to me -- but if you are to have free reign, you will have to convince both me and the Minister of Magic that you will not likewise give the Dark Wizards Jacob has aligned himself with access to my school and the students I protect. And you mustn't forget -- Jacob himself now poses a threat, with his own forced allegiance to R."

"...So you don't want Jacob to be free..if it means R could use him to hurt people?! Jacob would NEVER want to be with R -- he would fight them with everything in him, if he could! Whatever dark magic is in that mark they put on him, he'd be doing it against his will! Jacob would never -- !"

"I know. Truly, I do. But until R is rounded up and brought to justice, it sounds as though Jacob will still be a weapon they can use against others, whether he likes it or not. And Jacob is powerful and talented enough that he would be a very valuable weapon for such people. I don't like the situation, Duncan...but until the people holding Jacob's chains are dealt with...it may be safest for himself and others if he -- at least for the interim -- remains contained.”

His last conversation with the Hogwarts Headmaster played over Duncan's head off and on the last month, flooding the Slytherin alum with resentment and rage. It seemed to crop up most whenever he and Rakepick headed to work -- perhaps because just about every time they collided in the Leaky Cauldron, Rakepick would be shooting furtive looks over her shoulder, monitoring their surroundings.

"Take a chill pill," Duncan remarked once dryly as he walked through the brick wall into Diagon Alley, not even looking at her. "Are you expecting some knobhead in a red cloak to pop up in broad daylight?"

"Don't be a fool," Rakepick hissed back coldly.

The twenty-six-year old witch took another critical glance around as they walked side by side down the street.

"R is always watching, Duncan Ashe. Neither of us know the extent of their numbers -- even I can't assess who is a member and who isn't without touching them."

"Let 'em watch -- I don't care," scoffed Duncan. "They only really have the ability to threaten and coerce, to get their way. R has nothing I want, and what little family I do have they can threaten all they want."

Something darker passed over his face.

"I've already lost the two most important people in my life, thanks to them," he muttered. "They've lost all power they could have over me."

Rakepick's lips knit together grimly. She looked away.

"Don't underestimate just how much the wolves of R can take from you, Duncan Ashe," she said lowly. "They feed on far more than just physical flesh."

Duncan didn't answer. Instead he adjusted the collar of his dark green robes and started up the stairs of Gringotts bank.

"Did you track down the portrait yet?" he asked.

Rakepick scowled. "I checked Pettigrew's old flat, but it hasn't been touched since Black supposedly killed him, so it's not there. I frankly don't know where else he might've hidden it -- it's not like he has any friends left in the world, with him having to play dead. It's frankly a miracle I was able to pressure him to help us with the Vault in the first place..."

"If by 'help,' you mean leave us for dragon chow," Duncan said scornfully.

"Beggars can't be choosers, Mr. Ashe," Rakepick shot back coolly. "We needed at least four people if we were to fight a dragon. And I don't believe you, Jacob, or I were about to ask any of the Hogwarts faculty to help."

Duncan scowled, but otherwise dropped the issue.

"We'll have to keep looking, then. Even if we break the other Vaults' curses again in the proper order, it won't mean a thing, if we can't get back to the Portrait Vault..."

"Pettigrew and his little Hogwarts buddies had plenty of old hiding places back on the Hogwarts grounds," said Rakepick, and her lips actually quirked up with a cool smirk. "But I daresay Dumbledore will want a proper explanation for why my Apprentice Cursebreaker would want such unfettered access to the school and would demand proper oversight. The Minister and our Head Cursebreaker, as well."

Duncan shot her a glare.

"I may have been assigned to study under you, but don't forget my terms, Rakepick. I won't tell Dumbledore or anyone else about what you did to Jacob, but you need to help me set him free. Therefore I'm the one calling the shots -- don't you forget it."

"And don't you forget," Rakepick shot back just as coldly, "that you made those terms out of desperation, since the only other great wizard offering you help is more interested in dealing with R, not the Vaults. Without me, you'll never save Jacob."

Almost as soon as the two entered the bank, they were flagged down by Griphook. Rather than give them an assignment as they expected, however, the goblin looked rather critical as he handed a sealed envelope to Duncan.

"A 'Lane Cromwell' sent this to the bank very early this morning for you," he said irritably. "She did not have your current address, so she followed up here instead."

Both Duncan and Rakepick stiffened sharply at the sound of the name.

"Cromwell..." murmured Rakepick.

"I initially thought to dispose of it -- after all, I am no owl, and if the woman had any friendship with you, I would think she'd already know you've been renting a bed at the Leaky Cauldron for the last two months," Griphook said stiffly as he handed the letter to Duncan and then crossed his arms. "But thinking it could be business-related, I thought best to let you deal with the initial letter, and then only burn any subsequent ones she might try to send through me."

He was tapping his long-nailed fingers beside his forearm, seemingly awaiting an explanation. Duncan looked from the letter to up at Griphook and tried to compose himself.

"Sorry. Yes, I...I'll deal with it at once. Thank you."

Griphook gave a sniff and then trudged back toward his desk.

Duncan looked back down at the envelope warily. Written in very neat, but slightly shaky handwriting in dark blue ink were the words:

Duncan Ashe

Gringotts Bank

Diagon Alley, London

The envelope was not the sturdy, wizarding parchment variety, closed with a wax seal. Instead it was very thin and made of simple white paper: a standard Muggle-produced envelope.

Just like Jacob used to use...

Duncan could feel Rakepick watching him. Stubbornly ignoring her, he ripped the envelope open and read the note inside.

Flat 13, 43 Harrison Way

Liverpool

Dear Mr. Ashe,

We have never met, but I'm Jacob Cromwell's mother. I understand you and my son knew each other at school.

At your earliest convenience, I should dearly like to know about your last interactions with Jacob, prior to his disappearance. If a private in-person meeting could be arranged, I am available on weekends. You will need to use the Knight Bus or careful Apparition, however, as my home is in a Muggle district and my fireplace is not connected to the Floo Network. If you'd prefer to simply give me a written account, I'm willing to accommodate, but please expect follow-up questions by Owl Post, preferably at your home address. Slytherin's new Head of House Severus Snape didn't have anything on file for you aside from your family's address, but he signaled you were unlikely to still be there after your graduation.

Hope this finds you well.

Lane Cromwell

"Well?" said Rakepick.

Duncan read the letter a few more times, considering the words carefully as he swallowed.

He hadn't reached out to Jacob's mother at all after what happened. How could he? He felt guilty enough about what happened, and he didn't know the woman at all -- how could he even begin to explain everything he, Jacob, and Olivia had kept under wraps so long? It had been their secret, their goal -- even now that everything had gone so out-of-control, it was hard to reach out for help with it. Especially when Dumbledore flat-out admitted he thought it'd be too dangerous to set Jacob free as long as R still existed and had power over him...

That, and...Duncan knew how much Jacob loved his mother. Not just her, but his little sister, Carewyn. Jacob's love for his sister overwhelmed just about everything else. It had been Carewyn's life being threatened that had scared Jacob so much. It had been Rakepick saving Carewyn that had coaxed Jacob to trust her, only for Rakepick to end up being part of R too. It was Carewyn, and to a lesser extent his mother, that made Jacob do as R said...made him not just run away and change his name and start a new life in freedom far away from R and their threats, the way Duncan had thought they could...

It was Carewyn -- and Lane -- that Duncan knew Jacob would always choose. Over his own safety, over his own life...over any kind of future with Duncan.

Resentment twinged in his mouth as he bit the inside of his cheek.

Rakepick said Jacob's grandfather has links to R, he thought. Anything I might write could get intercepted...knowing them, they probably have Jacob's flat under surveillance, so they'd know if I visited too...

He reread Lane's letter one more time.

Her "L's" had the exact same swirling flourish that Jacob's did.

His eyes narrowed as he finally lowered the letter.

"We're going to meet her," he said brusquely.

Rakepick was taken aback. "What?"

"Jacob's mother wants to meet me to talk about Jacob. You're coming with me."

Rakepick gave something of an shocked, offended cough.

"Have you lost your senses completely?" she demanded. "R explicitly instructed me not to go anywhere near Jacob's family! If you or I made any contact with them, then R would retaliate against both us and them -- "

"'Beggars can't be choosers,' isn't that what you said?" Duncan recurred very dryly.

He folded up Lane's letter and put it into his robes. Rakepick's eyes flashed.

"R already tried to hurt Carewyn Cromwell once," she hissed at him. "I know -- I was there -- "

"Good," Duncan shot back. "Then you can Apparate me cleanly over to their Muggle neighborhood without us being seen."

"If I hadn't turned against my companions that day, then Jacob's sister would've been crippled or worse!" said Rakepick, and her cold, angry voice betrayed the very slightest strain. "She and her mother have already been emotionally destroyed by his disappearance. Do you truly think that Jacob would want you putting his sister in R's cross-hairs again by doing this? Do you have no moral compunctions, putting the most important people in Jacob’s life -- one of them a nine-year-old child -- on the front lines?"

Duncan met her glare head-on.

"'They've already been destroyed by Jacob's disappearance?'" he repeated accusingly. "Then you've already seen them."

Rakepick flinched. Then her eyes narrowed.

"Only Carewyn," she murmured. "And only from afar."

"Well, I’m not such a coward," said Duncan. His own voice was sharper now, more confrontational. “If you want to talk about moral compunctions, how do you justify refusing to face the family of the bloke you got trapped in a portrait?”

Rakepick’s face was almost forcibly stoic, but she could offer no verbal response. Duncan turned his back on her.

“I need a way back into Hogwarts and into the Cursed Vaults. Maybe some angry mother yanking at his beard will make Dumbledore reconsider his stance.”

[the-al-chemist]

Crossroads

A/N: Lovely anon, what a lovely suggestion. In this one, Bill has a wobble, and gets a small and much needed dose of sweetness.

This one touches on a subject close to my heart (and the hearts of many of us) — how do you keep loving something after you’ve been disillusioned by a person with whom you associate that very same thing?

The letter arrived over breakfast on Bill’s penultimate day at school. At first, it appeared like any other; delivered by a very normal looking owl, contained in a nondescript parchment envelope. On the envelope was written the single half-sentence: For the attention of (and only of) Mr William Weasley, Esquire. There was no address, but that was not so strange. An owl could find someone without an address, if it was well-trained enough.

It was only when Bill went to open the letter that he noticed anything unusual.

As he tilted the envelope to turn it over, the black ink seemed to fade so that there appeared to be nothing written on it at all. He tilted it back, and the writing reappeared. He moved the letter away from his face, and the ink faded away again. The writing could only be read if he held it directly in front of him, at just the right distance and at just the right angle.

That was bizarre.

Frowning, Bill turned the envelope over. It was sealed with black wax that bore no crest or coat of arms, only a circle with twelve partitions, like a clock. Beneath the seal, four more words were written in the same mirage-like ink: Confidential. Open in private.

There was no place in Hogwarts that was less private than the Great Hall. Bill pocketed the letter and hastily finished up his breakfast, before making his way back up to his dormitory in Gryffindor Tower. With the curtains drawn around the four-poster bed that would only be his for one more night, he opened the envelope and unfolded the parchment within. His eyes widened with surprise as he read its contents.

Dear Mr Weasley,

There are many things that wizards still do not know about magic, about its nuances and limitations. So much about our world and our kind is still incommunicable, unspeakable, shrouded in mystery. Only the brightest and most brilliant minds may seek to solve the unsolvable and comprehend the incomprehensible.

We have recently received intelligence that you are perhaps of such mind. In light of your recently proven academic excellence, it is my pleasure to offer you a position as an Unspeakable.

Should you choose to accept, please respond by owl. Your response should bear the single word ‘Crossroads’, and should be addressed to Level Nine, Ministry of Magic Headquarters, Whitehall. Do not include your name in your response, and do not tell anyone of your acceptance. We shall send further instructions upon receipt. Unfortunately, due to the highly secretive nature of our work, we are unable to answer any requests for further information about the position you have been offered. Information will only be given upon employment.

Yours sincerely,

A Colleague, The Department of Mysteries.

Bill blinked as he reached the end of the letter. He could barely believe it. The Department of Mysteries wanted him?

Him? An Unspeakable?

Just a few weeks ago, Bill would have dismissed the idea out of hand. He had never thought about becoming an Unspeakable before, not even once. There was only one thing he had ever wanted to be, and that was a Curse-Breaker. That was what he had worked for, that was what he dreamed of, and that was what he was going to be. He already had an offer of a job from Gringotts, one he had accepted with pride.

But, now…

He hadn’t told anyone yet — not even Charlie or Penny — but he had been reconsidering his choice of career for the last few weeks, ever since what had happened inside the Buried Vault. Ever since Professor Rakepick had shown her true colours, had tortured Merula and threatened Artemis, before abandoning them inside the Vault.

Bill hadn’t seen it coming. That was the worst thing about it. They had all been shaken by her cruelty, but for him, it had felt like a deeper, more personal betrayal. He had trusted her entirely, had been blinded by his admiration of her and her flattery of him. He had genuinely thought that she had seen potential in him. He had thought that was why she had helped him to get the job at Gringotts, because she had believed that he had what it took to fulfill his dreams. But that wasn’t the case. She had only been using him to get closer to the Vaults, to whatever it was inside. She had never believed that he really could make it as a Curse-Breaker.

Now, Bill wasn’t sure that he even wanted to make it as a Curse-Breaker anymore.

Rakepick had been the one who had got him the job offer from Gringotts. If he took it, he would owe his whole career, his whole life, to her. He would always be in her debt, and every Galleon that he earned would feel like dirty money, forever. Then again, he had worked so hard to get the grades he needed for a career in Curse-Breaking that rejecting the offer from Gringotts felt like an awful waste.

If Bill had ever believed in fate, or the idea that the universe had a plan, he might have thought that the letter in his hand was a sort of sign, that it was his way of knowing that he should give up on Curse-Breaking. The Department of Mysteries wanted him on account of his ‘academic excellence’. He could accept that offer, and his hard work would not have been in vain. It was tempting. His eyes flicked to the top of the letter in order to read it again, but as they did, the ink disappeared from the parchment until only one word remained.

Crossroads.

All it would take was for him to fold the parchment up and post it back to the Ministry of Magic. If he did that, he would be free from his debt to Rakepick, free to do… well, whatever it was that Unspeakables did. He would be untethered. He would be able to chase a new dream.

And yet, he hesitated.

In that moment of hesitation, he heard the sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs and the dormitory door opening. He stuffed the letter back into his pocket, and not a moment too soon, for the curtains around his bed were pulled open.

“There you are!” his dormmate, Myron, exclaimed. He flumped back on his own bed and picked up his guitar, strumming it absent-mindedly as he spoke. “You know McGonagall was looking for you, right? She wants your badges.”

Professor McGonagall was kind, but stern. Bill did not want to disappoint her on his last day at Hogwarts. He went straight down to her classroom, where he found her detransfiguring a pile of cauldrons back into cats. She stopped when she saw him, and he side-stepped a cat as he made his way across the room towards her.

“I thought you may be too busy tomorrow to return these before the Leaving Ceremony,” she said, as he placed the two badges in her outstretched palm. The expression in her eyes bordered on affectionate. “Your parents will want to celebrate your many achievements, I’m sure. Head Boy, straight Os in your NEWTs, a job offer from Gringotts… They must be very proud. I certainly am.”

Bill tried not to react at the mention of Gringotts. He forced a smile and nodded his head, but McGonagall was clearly not convinced by his feigned nonchalance.

“For someone who has so much to be pleased about, you could look happier, Mr Weasley.”

“Sorry,” said Bill. “Just… I have a lot on my mind, that’s all.” McGonagall raised one eyebrow slightly, and he sighed. “I’m considering packing it in. Gringotts, I mean. I got a job offer from… from somewhere else this morning, and I think I might accept it. I am starting to think I might be better off with a different career path than Curse-Breaking.”

A few moments of silence passed after he made his confession, during which Professor McGonagall’s face was entirely passive. He had no idea what he had expected her to say when she finally spoke, but it certainly wasn’t, “Would you like a biscuit, Weasley?”

Bill blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“A biscuit,” the professor repeated. “Would you like one?”

“I, er… Yeah, sure. Yes, please.”

McGonagall nodded her head curtly, before walking across to her desk. In one swift movement, she sat in her seat and conjured both a tartan biscuit tin and a second chair, which she looked at pointedly. Bill took a seat. Somewhat apprehensively, he reached forward and helped himself to one of the biscuits from the tin.

“Cheers, Professor,” he said, still baffled by what was going on. Professor McGonagall’s eyes stayed on him as he took his first bite of the biscuit.

“Mr Weasley,” she said, “I have been your Head of House for seven full years. I don’t remember a time in which you did not wish to become a Curse-Breaker. Even before you chose your OWL subjects, you appeared to know what you wished to do with your life. I cannot help but wonder what exactly has prompted this change of heart.”

The look she gave him was meaningful, and Bill could only assume what its meaning was. She knew precisely what had prompted this change — after all, she had been the one he had come to in the immediate aftermath of Rakepick’s betrayal — but she wanted him to be the one to say it. He swallowed.

“Well, you know what happened in the Buried Vault, Professor. I’m not certain that I want to be Curse-Breaker after that.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” said Bill, “I don’t want to turn out like Rakepick.”

He had thought that his teacher might offer him some sort of sympathy, but McGonagall only tutted.

“Now, don’t be ridiculous. I took over this job from Professor Dumbledore. I haven’t transfigured myself into him yet, have I?”

“No, Professor.”

“Well, then.” It seemed that Professor McGonagall considered that to be the case closed. But, then, she continued, “I understand that Patricia Rakepick was somewhat of a hero of yours.”

”I wouldn’t say that.” Bill might have said that, once upon a time. “I mean, I used to really admire her work. I read about one of her expeditions once, before she came here. It wasn’t why I wanted to go into Curse-Breaking, I already did before that, but it definitely solidified that idea.

“So, yes, I was really excited when she came here. And then, when she was here, she was a sort of mentor to me. She was a mentor to me. She did a lot for me. And I...” He frowned. “I did want to be… maybe not like her, but the sort of person that could be her equal one day.”

Bill couldn’t think of anything worse than being Rakepick’s equal now. He didn’t want to be anything like her. He hated that he ever had.

Professor McGonagall sighed. “I’m sorry to be the one to have to tell you this, Mr Weasley, but Patricia Rakepick will not be the last person in your life to let you down. This is what happens. We admire people, we think we know them, and then they disappoint us by not being the person we thought they were.” She pursed her lips. “So, the next time your relationship with someone turns sour, are you going to let that spoil everything that you associate with that person?”

“That’s not…”

“You may be leaving Hogwarts tomorrow, Weasley, but today I am still your teacher. Do not interrupt me while I’m giving a lesson.” McGonagall fixed Bill with a stern glare that made him fall instantly silent. “You need to learn how to protect the things that really matter to you. Your beliefs, your ideals, your dreams. No one person should have the power to take those things away from you. Not even, dare I say, Patricia Rakepick.”

“I’m not sure I understand, Professor.”

“Take Rakepick out of the equation for a moment. If you had never heard of nor met Patricia Rakepick, would you still have wanted to be a Curse-Breaker?”

Bill nodded. “Yes.”

“Precisely. This was something that you wanted for yourself. Are you really going to let her take that away from you?” asked the professor. “Are you really going to allow her such a hold over you? Because if so, you will never be able to be her equal, let alone be better than her.”

“I never said that I could be better than her.”

“But, could you?”

Professor McGonagall’s question gave Bill pause. He took a breath before answering it.

“I don’t know. I don’t think so.”

“I think that you could.” McGonagall smiled a thin-lipped smile. “And if the Department of Mysteries are offering you a position with them, then it would appear that they think so as well.”

How could she have known about the Department of Mysteries? Bill looked across the desk at her quizzically.

“I was once had a bright and brilliant young mind, too.” She reached across and closed the biscuit tin, then placed it into one of the drawers of her desk. “Is that all, Mr Weasley?”

”I suppose so. Thanks, Professor. For… Well, everything, really.” Bill stood up and made to leave the classroom. Before he reached the door, another question entered his mind. He turned back and grinned at his teacher. “Professor, have those biscuits always been in your desk?”

McGonagall inclined her head. “They have.”

“How come you’ve never offered me one before? That definitely sounds like the sort of thing that should be a Head Boy privilege.”

He had never heard Professor McGonagall laugh before. It sounded strange to him, but not unpleasant.

“You’ve always been too self-reliant to require a biscuit,” she told him. “That is why you made such an excellent Head Boy.”

in spite of everything, Bill laughed too. McGonagall was right, he had always been self-reliant. He had known what he wanted, and had achieved his goals. They were his, not anyone else’s. They most definitely weren’t Rakepick’s. He was not going to let her take them from him, not now, not ever.

He returned to Gryffindor tower for his last night in the castle that had been his second home for seven years, and threw the letter from the Department of Mysteries into the fireplace.

[macabremarble]

long time no see. time to post rakepick from the short comic i’m making.

shoutout to my mc looking at her with love and adoration only found in the eyes of a sacrificial lamb but we ain’t gonna unpack that ok

[hogwarts9]

What if your character(s) went through a villian arc?

What would be their motivation and reasonings for turning? Did a traumatic experience happen? Did something shape them to be evil in the first place? Would they even be redeemable or no? Could you even see your character becoming a villian or are they just a goody-two-shoes? Would they be a good antagonist for the mc?

Aishwarya: It will be the death of her friends and family.....if rakepick had killed everyone in her family... close friends.....everyone single one she loves. She would have snapped at once....and killed all her enemies ruthlessly with her powerful chakra magic. She would been a morally grey villian . If her friends had kids before they died....She would take them and raised them under lock and key in the lost kingdom under fear that she will lose them making it an obsession.

To redeem her depends on the person who can convince her to move from the pain....to move fully from the pain of failing to save her love ones.

Arjun: Aishwarya might be a dangerous one....but him......pray....pray that your not his enemy.....he becomes the most dangerous villian with a grey heart in the world. This man will have everything he loves killed,betrayed or taken by either the start of the second war or by the red headed professor. He is a nagin.....And any nagin are ruthless in thier revenge. He becomes a monster even learn all forbidden dark magic he will take good care of the people but if anyone oopos3 his rule despite thw people are well taken care of in his kingdom....off with thier heads.

Same thing with if his dead loved ones had kids....he will be an obsessive father to them giving them all the luxury in the world but never leave his sights till they are old and ready to live in the world. If not then he will use the blood from thier dead bodies and recarnation magic using the nagin stone to make them rebron as children giving that same life.

He will not just take over the Wizardry world on England but the enitre world and destroy any threats of wicked magic make him the dark king of the magic world. His signature kill.....a snake bite.....from a basilisk.

Anika: She can be a villian after losing her loved ones....having a demon as a butler. She used a final command to destroy all those who harmed her family as she sells her soul. After which she will burn herself by sitting in a fire pit to either ,if she is not married, to save her honour or if she married by then...she will placed her husband dead body as well as thier kids all thier heads on her lap as she commints self suicide by fire which Ancient queens took to join thier husband on his death day. ( @theguythatdraws )

But she had her child survived, she will not do thise and make sure she can raise the child but she will suffer with depression as her blindness makes her fear alot that she failed as a mother and wife making her died of depression as her son turns 15....in which she order her butler to do whatever her son says till he is released by them.

Amar: Amar would turn from a fairy to a wizard of dark magic and make them all suffer. He would become a cold ruler as everyone falls victim to his anger. He would use any means necessary to ensure he will neaver be weak again cause him to fall in chaos and psycho things.

[maelstroumwaterfall]

Arbormagic Syndrome (The End Of The Magical World) Chapter 4 | Hogwarts Mystery Infection AU

(Warning: !the text contains violent scenes! Hope it's not forbidden here, I've read the community rules and it seemed like it's allowed in my case but I'm not sure 👉👈)

Chapter 4. The Kneazle Incident.

The fact that Merula didn't get any answers from Rakepick only made her more annoyed. After taking a deep breath, she went down the staircase to the Care for the Magical Creatures lesson.

She only now noticed that she forgot to put on her robe that was supposed to be a part of her uniform. She didn't have any time to go back to her dorm room so she just let out an annoyed sigh to contain herself from breaking something.

She reached the training grounds as soon as possible, yet, she was still late for the first time during her studying at Hogwarts.

-The lesson has already started, Miss Snyde. - Professor Kettleburn said but he didn't sound upset or strict. - Hurry up, today we learn about Kneazles. Very dangerous, but intelligent creatures. - he added with a slight smile before turning back to other students. Merula wasn't really surprised by his calm attitude, he wasn't a kind of teacher that would scold someone for being late.

She approached the group of students and stood near Ismelda. Murk turned to her and couldn't not to notice her 'amazing' outfit. She barely managed to hold her laugh as Merula turned to her with a scowled expression. Snyde let out an annoyed sigh as Prf. Kettleburn told them to write down his words as she forgot almost everything she could.

-Ugh.. I forgot my note.. -she mumbled through her teeth and glanced at Ismelda. It was one her special ways to ask someone for something and this one she considered 'too much of' polite. Ismelda knew her friend and just smirked, before handing her a sheet of paper. -And a pen.. - Merula added, trying to keep her unbothered expression even though she looked like she just fell from a tree.

-What happened to you? You look like you had a fight with Chimaera. - Ismelda asked with a some kind of teasing tone and handed her a pen.

-You don't know what happened in the common room? - Merula said in response, being genuinely surprised. She thought that the whole Hogwarts heard how she was yelling at Waterfall. - Well.. I.. - she didn't manage to finish her sentence as she caught Kettleburn's look on herself. It was enough for her to understand that he's not going to be this indulgent if she keeps talking. - I'll tell you later.

Ismelda nodded and noticed that everyone followed Kettleburn to take a look at the creature they're going to learn about. Merula made a quick sketch of the cat-like animal and took a look at the other students while she had some time.

She immediately spotted Maelström. He looked normally, not like this morning. Now he had his usual arrogant and narcissistic look, she now recognized this obsessed with his appearance and gold idiot. She knew that he only pretends that his true intention of searching for the Cursed Vaults was finding his missing brother.

She couldn't help but thought about a possibility of him being affected by Imperius. What else could be the reason of his sudden change of behaviour this morning?

She then glanced at Rowan that stayed near Maelström. He looked somehow upset and tensed. So he also noticed that something wasn't right? He was a very loyal friend, sometimes Merula even felt a little jealous as Waterfall was the only he trusted to. Rowan suddenly turned to her as he noticed that she was watching him and Merula quickly turned away.

The next one who caught her attention was Penny. Then she immediately spotted Nymphadora. Penny looked irritated and Merula was even surprised to see so much hatred in Haywood's look. Tonks also looked quite annoyed but more like offended and hurt.

- Kneazles are considered dangerous creatures. Their claws and fangs are able to tear the skin in a matter of seconds. You should be careful when communicating with them. They're very intelligent and will not tolerate disrespectful treatment towards them. - these words made Merula come back in reality as she went too far in her own thoughts. She glanced at the creature. The Kneazle proudly raised it's chin and wrapped it's legs with it's fluffy tail. It had a beautiful grey fur with some orange patterns. - Does anyone want to try to bond with one?

Barnaby stepped forward and nobody was surprised he was the first willing to communicate with the creature. - Don't worry, I'll be nearby. - professor added while Barnaby carefully approached the magical creature. He smiled at it kindly and carefully extended his hand to let the creature sniff it.

- Also, Kneazles have an uncanny ability to detect dangerous and untrustworthy people. Someone keeps them to guard their houses or even catch criminals. - Merula listened to the professor's words and became a little curious. She was more than sure that if Waterfall got close enough to this kitty, it would tear his face off. Well, at least he would become less ugly.

To this time, Barnaby was already petting the creature that willingly stepped closer and rested it's head on Lee's palm. - Well done, Mr. Lee. You gained the creature's trust. Now, is there someone who wants to feed the Kneazle? You also need to gain it's trust before trying to give it food. - this time, nobody else responded. Professor Kettleburn glanced at the students and decided to choice someone himself. - Well, maybe Maelström would like to show us how to feed Kneazle?

Maelström nodded lazily and stepped forward, he put the note away and took a bag with food before trying to approach the creature. Kettleburn carefully watched the Kneazle and seemed to tense a little when it pressed it's ears and started to slowly, menancingly wag it's tail. - Maelström, wait. - Kettleburn said, but Maelström didn't stop. He was staying right in a front of the magical beast, it bared it's fangs and released it's razor-sharp claws.

- Maelström, step back! - Kettleburn repeated and was already moving towards them. Merula watched the happening and she would probably laugh at the situation as it was exactly what she thought would happen if Maelström approached the creature, if not what happened next. She noticed that creature was rather scared than just agressive, it stepped a little back and pressed it's body down.

Maelström didn't move an inch, nobody could see his face but he was cleary staring at the scared animal. Before everyone could react the creature lunged at Waterfall and pierced his face with it's claws. Maelström immediately rushed back but it was too late. He yelled in agony of pain as the creature's sharp claws were tearing his face and skin.

Merula stared in shock at the happening, she could see how easily the Kneazle was ripping off Waterfall's skin while he could do nothing to push the animal away.

- Maelström!!.. - Rowan yelled in shock and in fear, he already rushed forward to help his friend. Merula couldn't force herself to move or turn away, she could also see Penny that stared at the happening with the tears in her eyes.

Rowan didn't manage to reach Maelström as Barnaby was the first one to rush and help. He was strong enough to grab the creature and pull it away. He gritted his teeth as the Kneazle leaved the deep scratches on his hands, but still held it to not let it harm Maelström further.

This time everyone could see what the Kneazle's claws can do. Merula could barely recognise Maelström's face as more than half of his face's skin was torn. His left eye was ripped off and there were places where his bones could be noticed through the layer of blood that covered his skin and uniform. The creature also leaved scratches on Maelström's neck and shoulders. He kept screaming as he couldn't bear the pain.

Many students rushed for help while professor Kettleburn was dealing with the Kneazle, he wasn't less nervous and worried than others. Merula kept staring at Maelström as she couldn't understand what else she noticed under the blood on his wounds. It was something thin and long, it looked like worms that could barely be noticed under the layer of blood, but she could clearly see something moving under his torn skin.

She looked away in disgust, she felt like she was about to vomit. She didn't even notice when Maelström was already transferred to the hospital wing with Barnaby that was also harshly injured. She just lost the track of time in all the panic and others' screams.

(Thx for reading 💝💝💝💝 Hope u enjoyed the story ;>)

[bluerosesburnblue]

I've been putting off writing this because just thinking about it pisses me off, but the last story update in HPHM made my blood boil. I just want to slap half of the characters here

Oh, I'm sure. Because you put in so much effort to keep things from getting to this point. Seven years of "oh, the professors are handling it" and now it's "oh, I was off-ground the entire fight WHOOPS"

You'd better hope that Rita Skeeter never hears that a criminal organization just stormed the bridge while you were away and a gang of students took care of it

He might be your dad, but I'm choosing to ignore both of your existences for the sake of my much better ideas regarding the Dwyn family

YOU LITTLE SHIT I WAS JUST COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW UPSET I WAS THAT THEY NEVER FOLLOWED UP ON THE FORESHADOWING THAT THAT WASN'T JACOB. Jam City is actively trying to piss me, specifically, off with this, I swear...

What? How??? Were we actively ditching class to go talk to Perry? I wasn't informed of this! It's not my fault that they got rid of classes as a mechanic and replaced them with Assignments, Snape!

Which is all besides the point that this scene literally only exists to make you feel bad for poow widdle Mewuwa. She's good now. She didn't contribute a damned thing, but she stood next to you when it counted and that's all redemption really is, right? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

And I'm supposed to find that sweet? "Awwww, she considers you family" NO SHE BROKE INTO A HOSPITAL ROOM UNDER FALSE PRETENSES. This should be very concerning because if the hospital isn't running background checks, that's a bad thing. Call the COPS

NO SHE DIDN'T. She literally was ON THEIR SIDE until the last second, and even then all she proved was that she wasn't loyal to Verucca because, again SHE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING

"Aww, look how far we've come, Merula helped you make the potion that she initially sabotaged at the start of the game because she's a Good Person™ now" fuck offfffffff

Congrats on being the only person I can tolerate in this chapter, sir. The singular braincell in this entire game is in Snape's possession

A damned shame he just used it up, though

NO! No I'm NOT. She is BANNED FOR LIFE. And if she returns as a ghost I am banning her for her un-life. Once I graduate I'm getting a RESTRAINING ORDER

I will remind you that her vow was to remain loyal to her "true family." Betraying Verucca only proves that she did not consider Verucca her family. It doesn't prove that we are

Especially since I sure as hell am not

YOU WOULD SAY THAT. You WOULD defend your precious Y6 partner-in-crime. Don't you dare speak for me, I don't agree at all

She'd think "Oh my god, you're all the stupidest people I ever met, I'm so glad that I got out of this game back when the writing was at least passable" immediately followed by "why the fuck is Merula 'lock you in a closet with a Devil's Snare, 2x Niffler engorger which could kill it, betrays you to join a criminal organization and then makes excuses' Snyde here?"

Which is precisely why you tried to turn this organization into your own personal anti-Rakepick revenge group throughout Y6, I'm sure

What a shitshow

There's no need to evilly mug at me, sir, I'm non-canon

[grassyhorizon45]

Changed. || Marauders - 17

Minuet's POV

“Not you too….” Professor McGonagall groaned. “Minnie, divination is a waste of time, no matter how lovely Professor Trelawney is.”

“But she says she sees potential in me…”

“She’s worse than a babbling bumbling bunch of baboons. Every year I get at least one student that tells me she predicted their death.”

“Every year??— Has anyone died yet?”

“Nope.”

Minuet sighed with relief. 

“What made her approach you? You’re not a third year yet…”

“She overheard my conversation with Severus about—” She hadn’t told Erva yet… her sister didn’t know about it.

“—something.”

Minerva raised a brow. Minuet realised how sus she sounded and giggled. 

“No, it’s not what you’re thinking! I’ve just… I’ve been hearing things.”

“Oh… What sort of things?”

“It’s like a ‘psst psst psst psst’ noise,” Minuet mimicked. “And only in places with more people.”

Minerva pondered this. “I’m no expert but that sounds more like legilimency than any sort of second sight.”

“What’s…. that?” She was learning so many new terms recently her head was going to burst.

“Legilimency is something like telepathy in muggle books,” Minerva explained.

“So, something like mind reading?”

“Yeah.”

“But I don’t know what you’re thinking about right now, how’s that legi-mency?”

“Well, fair point but maybe it’s in its early stages? I don’t know, I’ll ask Dumbledore.”

~

“So word got out you’re gonna be taking divination?” Lily asked curiously. 

“Apparently so… but Erva says it’s a load of nonsense…”

“Why do they teach it if it were useless?” Severus pointed out. “Surely there’s more to it, right?”

“You make a great point there, Snape. I say just go for it Minnie, you’ll never know till you try.”

Minuet gave Lily a ‘really?’ look but Lily simply nodded. She sighed, now she’d have to start having her hands full with extra classes from Prof. Trelawney on top of her usual workload.

Minuet and Lily said goodbye to Severus and returned to the Gryffindor common room. 

“There sure is a lot of commotion in here huh…” Lily mumbled. Minuet nodded and tapped the nearest person’s shoulder, “Sorry, what’s going on?” Minuet asked politely. 

“We’re —urgh, watch your step Thompson!— tryna see who made the —THAT’S MY FOOT WEASLEY!!!— quidditch team.”

“Oh… Thank you!”

Minuet looked at Lily, “They’re tryna see who made the quidditch team, Lily.”

“Ah…” she replied. “But why’s there this many people??” 

Minuet shrugged. The same senior turned around to talk to them, “Rumour has it, some first year made the team! No one believes so we all want to take a look-see at the name list ourselves.”

“I see! Thanks- uh…”(Minuet)

“Patricia Rakepick. Call me Pat,” she said enthusiastically.

“Nice to meet you! I'm Lily Evans, and you've already met McGonagall…”

“Oh, like the professor?”

Minuet nods.

“Honestly kid, I don't know why I'm tryna cut the cue here. It's utterly pointless,” Pat chuckled.

Lily remembered something. “I thought first years weren't allowed to try out?”

“Exactly. This kid apparently barged into tryouts and caught the snitch before anyone could blink! They say the captain was furious but—”

“He still made the team?” Minuet guessed.

“Yes-sir-ree!”

“Huh, I wonder if we know the guy…” said Lily.

“I bet you we do. Who else in our year has the guts besides Potter and his gang?” Minuet whispered in Lily's ear.

“So Pat, what year are you?” Lily asked, wanting to know the senior better.

“5th year— Be right back!!” Pat said before zooming off.

“I wonder if we'll get to try quidditch in class. It's weird to try out for something you don't know if you're interested in, right?”

Lily laughed, “Great point…”

Lily's POV

“Solace, hey. What are you doing here at this time?”

Isn't she normally out with her friends? She's hardly in our dorm.

“Just resting,” she replied. “You?”

I shrugged.

“Heard some Gryffindor guy in our year made the quidditch team. Any idea who?”

“I do! It's my cousin James, he's absolutely insane,” she chuckled.

I laughed, “Of course it's Potter, should've known. 

“I'm almost certain he has a crush on me by the way. Take a look at this-”

I handed Solace the letter Minuet passed me.

She was holding back her laughter while reading.

“I know right, it's only been a month and he's already making a move…”

“Those boys and their dares,” Solace sighed, smiling. “Oh, before I forget– Sorry about that Slytherin friend of yours… I've tried stopping them but it's no use.”

Oh, well…at least she's trying :D

“It's just… why?”(Lily)

“No idea. Boys will be boys I guess.”

Sigh, oh well. Poor Severus.

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[slytherincursebreaker]

I was thinking of 8 year known as the post graduates

My question is will our MCs get to choose their occupations, like Auror, Healer, Curse breaker, professor, potioneers, Zoologist, Dragonologist, staffs of the ministry or future minister of magic?

Also we will have an option of holding a grudge against the Synde?

Will we get another set of love interest outside from Hogwarts?

Will we get to see our MC's mother and will Jacob ever grown height and hair

Peregrine might be alive?

Do we get to see Rakepick again?

Will we ever see our old prefects again and this time they grew taller?

Also I'm scared about what Ben looks like as an adult because he might look like Tom Bennett in world on Fire because his personality reminds me of Ben when he went to be aggressive and try to pick fights, he even challenged the moon!

also Tom Bennett reminds me of a hotter version of Ben.

Like imagine Ben picking fights and getting all smug about it I mean at least he's not scared at his own shadow.

P. S : I got a little crazy on Ewan Mitchell, I might see Ben looking like Ewan Mitchell if this was a series I want Ewan Mitchell as Ben Copper

This gif belongs to @ewansmitchells