#quidditch girls

[wilmvandrr]

day 24: niche interest ft the gryffindor chasers !!! - Alicia. Angelina and Katie! (hp)

[marylily-my-beloved]

Dorcas Meadowes HEADDANONS !!!

She’s a very confrontational person, but not like in a bad way.

She loves talking about her interests, and she never feels embarrassed about what she likes. 

She had to get braces twice because when she got them off the first time she didn’t wear her retainer

She would argue with anyone on their views about something in class, she lived to argue. 

If Hogwarts ever had a debate club, you know she’d either be in it or the one who organised it

In a modern au she would be in love with volleyball, she would be a volleyball pro

Big procrastinator, especially on essays. She just stressed about them and did them like last minute. 

Dorcas always loved her name, and she honestly really felt like it was such a big part of her for some reason. She loved it so much

She could play two instruments, the drums and the viola. Just because she wanted to try both out 

[rewritingcanon]

future oliver wood because hes so girl dad coded:

[hopedrunkminx]

currently in my soft girl Dramione era with delicious smut on the side! got any good recs? 🤭

my favs are fluff, husband Draco, Auror Draco and ofc devotion on both sides

Loved the ff: DMATMOOBIL, Wait and Hope, Pathetically Thirsty, The Right Thing to Do, Bloody Slutty and Pathetic

Witty banter is a plus! And exceptionally good writing ofc. Please no more wartime fics for now because my heart can’t handle it 🫠

[enbysiriusblack]

marauder valentines day but it's sirius and remus going on a date in the forest and inviting james and peter along because why wouldn't they? euphemia made veg kabab and muffins so they're having a picnic. sirius and james try to climb trees higher than each other and throw sticks at each other. sirius and remus make out whilst james and peter play football. james shows them his poems he wrote for lily. they make him swear to never show her because they're so shit. peter is wearing his collar popped to cover a hickey which they end up seeing and lose their shit over. they get high and sirius and remus make out more whilst peter and james argue over the existence of aliens (they're both arguing aliens are real but don't realise that)

[alwayshinny]

Ginny Weasley 🧹- aka 🧨

AU, where Jily lives, and her brothers refuse to let her play quidditch, so she’s seething with anger, waiting for Harry and James to come over so she can show them the chaser moves James has been teaching her.

[greenerteacups]

he dos whatever Ron wants to do to hang out with him - bestie, so TRUE!!!

The great joke of Harry Potter is that Ron is known for being Harry's sidekick when the reality of the situation is eleven-year-old Harry Potter made one (1) friend and immediately decided to spend the rest of his life with him. And then he did.

[dearestdo3]

going absolutely insane thinking of how much of a loser reg really is just by the way he decorate his room

[tinydancerfreelancersblog]

If Harry Potter was an anime made by Studio Ghibli in the 90s

[choccy-milky]

I know there's some parts of your fanfiction where Clora has some passing feelings of jealousy because of a comment or two made by background characters towards Sebastian, but I was wondering how you think Clora and Sebastian would genuinely react to a situation where someone was actively trying to pursue him? I was just curious since the raven and the snake have a good bit of people chasing after Clora and Sebastian being jealous (cough physically violent cough)

BAHAHA seb doesnt get physically violent when he gets jealous, he just gets irritated and petty LOL. gotta defend my boi for a sec, hes only gotten physically violent twice, and once was when clora was being blackmailed/SA'd, and the other was when he was corrupted by the relic, so it wasnt REALLYYYY him.

BUT to answer the question, this is what happens when clora gets jealous LOOL basically its: she gets jealous > knows that its unfounded and seb wouldn't reciprocate, so she keeps her feelings to herself > but still cant help but feel down about it > seb catches on and makes sure to reassure her. and seb would 1000% be willing to just never talk to the other girl ever again if thats what it took BAHAHA but obvs clora would reject that and tell him thats way too extreme. and altho seb thinks its cute when cloras jealous, he also doesnt like making her feel that way, since he considers it a sort of failure on his part (like, if ur feeling jealous, it means im not proving that i love you enough LMAO) whereas for when seb gets jealous, its: he gets jealous > tells clora of his suspicions / that the dude is trying to get with her > clora tries to reassure him that its nothing, and that its all just platonic (bc it IS from her POV, whether the dude actually likes her or not, bc shes naive af) > seb has no choice but to put up with it LOL bc he's self-aware and knows he gets jealous easily, and accepts that he might be overreacting, but he'll still keep an eye on it regardless. he trusts clora but he doesnt trust the guys, and unlike seb, clora wouldnt stop talking to someone she considered a friend just bc seb THINKS they like her. unless the dude is straight up asking her out/being super bold and obvious about it, clora would just default to 'oh hes just being friendly😇 LMAO. basically seb is too jealous and clora is too naive and they both know this about themselves and each other, so they kinda have to meet in the middle on these things HAHA. for seb its like yeah fine, i might think every guy has nefarious intentions, but YOU also think every guy is completely pure and has absolutely NO romantic intentions ever LOL. but they know this so it works out LMAO (plus even if it is slightly infuriating for each other at times, seb still finds cloras naivety/innocence endearing, and clora also finds sebs possessiveness/jealousy endearing as well🥰) also unrelated but i finally changed my pfp after a year and its cracking me up. that is all

[hannshines]

I read around that Oliver Wood is a girl dad coded but nah in the FlintWood the real girl dad coded is Marcus Flint and no one will change my mind.

[marylily-my-beloved]

Marlene tried her hardest to fit in you know? She dyed her hair blonde, she played quidditch, she let Mary do her makeup, she did everything to fit in, and everything to be pretty. But she never felt pretty. She always felt so ugly, a pig with lipstick, a poser, she didn’t even feel like cutting off her face and putting another one of it would make her pretty. She  just felt so ugly even on the inside that she could never even look in the mirror. 

[joeytime]

noooooooooo Williams how could you?

[moutainrusing]

Dorlene- treat - Dorcas falls off her broom in the middle of a match and Marlene heroically saves her

Speed. I am speed. Float like a Wrackspurt, sting like a Manticore.

In the air, Dorcas rocked from side to side on her broom, and with every rotational shake of her ankles, she silently repeated this phrase she’d seen on a Muggle poster about anthropomorphic pieces of soldered metal, which she’d altered to fit into the context of the wizarding world. Float like a Wrackspurt, because Dorcas would fly as if she were unseen, so fast she’d be almost invisible, confusing her opponents with stealth and sly strategy. Sting like a Manticore, because their stingers caused instant death, and in a game of Quidditch, it was life or death; the winners lived while the losers were utterly demolished. Therefore, Dorcas was speed. Float like a Wrackspurt, sting like a Manticore.

Impatiently, the phrase looped through her mind, waiting for the game to finally begin. Dorcas hovered in front of the Slytherin goalposts, eyeing the players scattered across the pitch. The Gryffindor Keeper, Peter Pettigrew, was decent, but not as good as Dorcas. Even though it was probably arrogant of her, Dorcas knew that her skill was natural, while Peter’s skill was borne out of effort and rigorous training drills with James Potter. Which made it far more admirable than Dorcas’s talent, actually. But that didn’t matter in the heat of the game, unfortunately for him. Fortunately for Dorcas, it meant that Slytherin had a higher chance of scoring goals, while Gryffindor’s was lower.

Dorcas then analysed the Chasers who would aim at her goalposts: James Potter, Molly and Fabian Prewett. Fabian tended to mess around, riskily attempting tricky shots, like trying to skim the Quaffle right past Dorcas’s ear, which was incredibly easy for Dorcas to catch. All Fabian cared about was pleasing the crowd, so he was unchallenging. Molly was brilliant, except she often got caught up in scolding her brother for his attention-seeking stupidity, which meant that most of the time, the Quaffle flew straight past her angry, chastising expression without Molly even batting an eyelid. It was James who Dorcas had to worry about. Like her, he was a complete natural, but he’d honed his abilities even more via his extensive, downright unnecessary work-outs. All in all, he was a maniac. Every time James made a shot, Dorcas struggled to stop it, sometimes fumbling, sometimes being unable to. But it was fine: Slytherin’s three Chasers were Barty Crouch Jr., Rastaban Lestrange and Cain Avery Jr. They could play. It didn’t mean they weren’t all nasty pieces of shit. Dorcas hoped they didn’t lose their temper, and that they shot at the Gryffindor goalposts like respectable sportsmen. High hopes, of course. Maybe she should just hope they shot through the goalposts enough times to make up for their fouls.

Then there were Slytherin’s Beaters, who were bound to make innumerable fouls. Antonin Dolohov and Iago Mulciber Jr. Dorcas didn’t want to think about them. It was as if the only half-decent people on the team were herself and their Seeker, Regulus Black. An unsurpassable Seeker, with whom no one could compete.

Meanwhile, Gryffindor’s Beaters were Sirius Black and… Marlene McKinnon. In Dorcas’s opinion, Sirius was a bully, who stayed just within the rules, prodding at the thin skin of the boundaries in order to discreetly whack Bludgers at as many Slytherins as possible. Especially at his younger brother… Dorcas would leave that within the family. Respect their personal business.

Then, well, Marlene. Dorcas didn’t know what to think about Marlene. Well, she did. Marlene was… an interesting character. By that, Dorcas meant a little bit eccentric. Dorcas sat next to Marlene in Potions, and sometimes Marlene would ramble on forever about what she ate for breakfast, how she woke up on the wrong side of the bed, how she was trying to make herself ambidextrous… and sometimes she would snap her mouth shut and sit in complete silence, face bright red as her fingers fumbled with ingredients. Dorcas didn’t know what to make of it, but she let Marlene do what she wanted. It was… relaxing? Dorcas never felt required to make small talk, or to make compelling conversation, in fact, Dorcas never even thought about whether or not she was entertaining enough for Marlene; everything was simply the way it was.

And Marlene was a spectacular Beater. It was in the way Marlene swung her bat, waiting for the start of the match, the sparkling glint in her eyes as her gaze snagged upon every player, forming tactics which Dorcas could imagine swirling in Marlene’s mind, it was in the uplift of her smile, when she’d realised something important, hooking to her cheek, crooked and cunning and clever and insanely sweet—

The whistle rang. Broomsticks zipped across the pitch.

And… Dolohov had already fouled. That had got to be a new record. He glared, and Dorcas tried to keep her expression neutral, even though she probably didn’t succeed, because all she could think was Dolohov is a dickhead and a fucking idiot. He glared even more. Dorcas sealed her lips, and looked at the Gryffindor Chaser who was lining up to take a shot. Molly.

Dorcas grinned, preparing herself for the throw. Molly’s expression was pure concentration, gaze determined, mouth straight. And then she smiled a little, probably feeling bad for not returning Dorcas’s grin. She took her shot.

It hurtled in a fast, horizontal line, whooshing towards Dorcas’s left goal, and Dorcas was there in an instant, arm stretching out as she stopped it with a dragon-hide glove, flat palm curving as she fought the momentum and curled it to her chest. Molly scowled, because she was the type to put her entire heart into these passions, always striving for victory, and Dorcas beamed at her cheerily for that. Except it must’ve come across as condescending in that particular moment. Oh, well, it could be both.

The game continued, back in full-swing, most players hovering down at Peter’s end of the pitch as the Slytherin Chasers attempted to shoot, with all the Gryffindor Chasers aiding their Keeper, and the Beaters engaging in a complicated cross-fire among them. Suddenly, the Quaffle burst out of the scuffle, James raising it into the air as he soared above the rest, before plummeting directly towards Dorcas.

She may miss this.

James looked scarily intense.

All Dorcas’s focus was entirely on James, a tunnel-vision around him, calculating his decreasing distance from her goalposts, he was still clinging to the Quaffle, a metre away, no tell of when he would shoot until he suddenly swerved on his broom, turning backwards and slightly to the right, the Quaffle spinning out of his fingers and dropping towards her left goal, and Dorcas sped towards it, centimetres away from the ring as her fingers stretched for it, before James shouted, “MEADOWES!”

Dorcas lifted her eyes from the Quaffle, just in time to see a Bludger aimed directly at it by Mulciber in order to offset the direction, a loud metallic bang as both balls spun out of line, away from the goal and right into Dorcas’s face—

“DORCAS, LET GO OFF YOUR BROOM!” she heard Marlene frantically scream, and Dorcas loosened her grip, slipped off her broom a millisecond before it was hit by an uncontrollable force, shattering into splinters as the murderous Bludger and Quaffle continued their wayward path, and Dorcas watched the pieces of her broom spin away, moving further and further the further she went down, she could see the stands becoming taller in her peripheral vision, and she tried to turn around to avoid the back of her head hitting the ground, maybe if she turned she could stretch her arms out, but the fall was too fast, high-speed, she knew the ground would hit her now, now.

It didn’t hurt. It hurt less than she had expected. And this wasn’t the ground. Her head hadn’t even hit anything, it was her back that had hit sturdy arms, wrapping around her body and pulling her into a chest, and when she looked down, she was hovering on a broom, a foot above the ground. When she looked down, there were arms around her waist, holding her to the end of a broom, and those hands were Marlene’s hands.

Dorcas turned around to see Marlene heavily exhaling next to her shoulder, so close to touching, warm breath fanning over Dorcas’s neck. Marlene lifted her eyes, imperceptibly pulling Dorcas closer, almost challengingly. Marlene’s eyes were sparking, icy, but melting into something softer during the extended time that Dorcas stared at her.

Dorcas swallowed, got her voice back, “Thanks.”

Then Marlene was shy again, head tilted away as she nodded gently, cheeks flushed pink.

Dorcas smiled at her, “Have you learnt ambidexterity yet?”

Marlene’s hands tightened around her, before loosening immediately as Marlene let go and stammered, “I—”

Dorcas grabbed her hands again, placing them back and squeezing, “You know, I think both your hands caught me pretty well.” Marlene sucked in a breath, before squeezing Dorcas’s hands in return, palms turning to slide into each other, her chin dropping onto Dorcas’s shoulder, and Dorcas looked over to see Marlene’s eyes fluttering shut as she hummed, “My hands are only ambidextrous for you then. I’ve been trying to practise, even during Quidditch training with James, I was swinging my bat with both hands and my right kept failing, and he got so annoyed, looked like he’d snatch the bat from my weak little right hand and annihilate me with it…”

[meetmeafftcrdark]

☽. quidditch

– Sin duda los Tornados vienen bien preparados, pero creo que las Avispas de Wimbourne podrían dar la sorpresa –opinó. Le interesaba ver el partido, porque ambos equipos eran buenos y amaba ver Quidditch además de jugarlo. Y además, porque seguro jugaría contra alguno de los equipos pronto.

[loverssfevers]

terence doesnt annotate his books because there’s a high chance his borrowed them from the library or will be passing it down or selling it. if its a textbook- he has a parchment open next to him that he uses to write down interesting quotes or his thoughts along with the page number etc on it to look back on. but thats the most he annotates. If his reading a book his more likely to bring it up to his friends saying things like ‘i read something interesting today… I can’t stop thinking about it… what do you think?’ i think he benefits from conversation.

adrian underlines. theres no massive paragraphs about his thoughts but he will only only underline things he finds interesting and important. or quotes he really likes. i see adrian reading mostly… biographies lol but he does dabble in more. but he would be underlining inspirational sayings or things he thinks will help him or the team. even his friends tbh!! everyone thinks his so wise and he IS but thats cause he reads!

graham reading is rare i fear, annotating even more scarce. all his books, textbooks are all in perfect condition. id say if he was to read it would be a book his already read multiple times, one he knows back to front. it could be some sort of comfort. i dont see him actively seeking out another good book cause his attention just wont stick around for a book he isnt sure on. which is so valid! his just a hands on learner!

miles dog ears his books im so sorry guys but he does and he definitely cracks the spine bending that book ALL sorts. his much like terence where he intends to sell or pass down the book so he doesn’t annotate and if he does its with a pencil to rub it out later. he doesn’t write anything anywhere else though he just assumes he will remember (he wont) (or he might but it definitely wont be at the right time or right place).