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The 1993-94 Gryffindor Quidditch team

Captain: Oliver Wood (7th year)

Chasers: Radiant Glasspetal (5th year), Katie Bell (4th year), Angelina Johnson (5th year)

Beaters: Fred and George Weasley (5th year)

Keeper: Oliver Wood

Seeker: Harry Potter (3rd year)

From left to right: Radiant Glasspetal, Oliver Wood, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Fred Weasley, Harry Potter, George Weasley

Commission from the amazing @giselsann

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radiant [age 6]: i gotta tell you something esther [age 6]: what? radiant: i think my dad and your dad are dating esther: nuh-uh! radiant: YES. i saw them kissing! esther: you're wrong! radiant: then let's go ask them! [go up to the captain's quarters and open the door] radiant: DAAAAAAD we have a QUESTIONNNNN esther: it's dark in here. [grabs lamp] [sebastian and leander are in bed, up to *stuff*] sebastian and leander: [pulling blankets up] DON'T TURN ON THE LIGHT! DON'T TURN ON THE LIGHT!

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BelGlass caught

Arthur Glasspetal x Daphne Belcourt

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Daphne sneaks into her boyfriend’s place during a long separation in the summer holidays during Radiants 4th year.

Daphne shifted nervously. She’d apparated into the Glasspetal family home in the middle of the night. She knew it was a little weird. But she missed her boyfriend and just wanted to see him. She had her moderately small suitcase by her feet as she teetered a little, bouncing on the balls of her feet. 

Movement. The creaking of a floorboard upstairs. Could it be Artie? It must be, she’d know those oddly specific footfalls anywhere. She practically buzzed with anticipation, goosebumps climbing up her skin. She caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby mirror. God she looked a mess, appearing must have taken its toll on her. Wide grey eyes staring back at her- a calm sea in a cloudy day. Freckled face flushed from the energy it took to apparate. Light pink hair messed up around her neck. She definitely needed to fix herself up before Artie came down. 

She ran a hand through her hair in an attempt to fix her hair to at least look presentable when she heard a glass drop by the doorway. 

She whirled around and saw her lanky, freckled boyfriend standing there. Gobsmacked with a broken glass in his hands. God he looked so damn cute in his pyjamas.

She finally remembered she could speak so she cleared her throat 

“Have a good summer, Ar-MMPH-“ she’d had her gaze averted the whole time so she didn’t notice him move across the room (thankfully not stepping on the glass) and grab her, cutting off her words with a desperate kiss. She laughed and reciprocated.

“I take it you missed me?” He must’ve missed her, it was a dumb question considering the fact the shy ginger before her would never initiate something like this. Sure he’d initiate some small pecks and hand holding and other romantic gestures- but never a hard, longing kiss like this. 

Her arms wrapped around his neck, playing with the cute red curls at the nape.

“Love you, Bear.” She hummed, tugging him into a languid kiss. She could feel him hesitate a little. After all, he was a shy boy. She didn’t push the kiss, just let him lead how he wanted to and hummed against his lips as if to say ‘it’s your choice’. 

And surprisingly (and definitely not unpleasantly) he kissed back, one hand at the back of her head and the other at the small of her back, pulling her closer. 

Obviously, they had to pull back for air and leaned their foreheads against each others, laughing breathlessly, unable to open their eyes. She started lazily kissing his cheeks, leaving some lipstick marks. 

“Love-“ he groaned tiredly, tugging her by the hair to pull her back so he could bury his face in her hair, guiding the pair to sway on the spot. After a few more deep inhales, just to make sure she truly was there and he wasn’t hallucinating, he kissed her again. They were both lost in it- Daphne’s hands on his chest as she eagerly chased his lips, grinning, when they heard someone clear their throat and froze, instantly separating. 

It was Radiant, his little sister, smirking and leaning against the doorframe.

“Evening folks.” She smirked.

“Radiant! What are you doing up?!”

“Sorry I can’t sleep with you and Daphie making out.” 

“We weren’t- I mean we just-.”

Daphne just buried her face in his chest and laughed awkwardly. 

They’d definitely been caught. 

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“Come on now, get up. You look stupid down there.”

He grabbed her forearm, pulling her back into the snow.

“I think I much prefer the view from down here Glasspetal.”

Then it was his time to surprise her. Oliver pulled Radiant into a gentle, snow covered kiss.

Glasswood’s first kiss by @giselsann

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The Dance

I ended up writing this in like two hours? Which is very fast for me. I have a sore on my right foot from the dancing and jumping I did, but it's worth it.

Enjoy Radiant resisting the urge to murder her cousins at her wedding.

As always, comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated.

Word Count: 890

Tags @butternutt613, @rypnami, @glasswood-shipper and @starry-slithers

Radiant collapsed on a chair next to Fred and George, her breathing heavy and face flushed. Wordlessly, she lifted up her right leg, showing off the swollen foot.

“I don’t think I could dance anymore even if I tried.” she laughed.

George raised an eyebrow. “Not even with your youngest cousin dancing with your husband?”

Fred snickered.

“Ha ha. Very funny.” Radiant rolled her eyes. “You two are hilarious.”

She sat against the chair, the sound of her heavy breathing drowned out by the music. 

After a second, she sat up.

Sure enough, Ginny was dancing with Oliver in the center of the white tent. In all fairness, it looked like they were doing more talking than dancing, but her arms around his neck still wasn’t a welcome sight.

The bride gritted her teeth together and turned to her smirking cousins. She forced a smile on her face.

“I’m fine, boys, really.” said Radiant through clenched teeth. She held up her hand, showing off the shiny new wedding ring on her finger. “Do you see this ring? He’s mine.”

“Don’t worry Radiant, we believe you.” said George.

“Definitely.” agreed Fred.

Both snickered again. 

The three cousins sat in silence.

“I hate you both.”

Radiant got to her feet, causing them both to laugh. With a small huff, she pulled her hair out of the complicated braided bun her Aunt Molly spent an hour working on, letting her red waves fall to her shoulders. 

Much better.

She made her way through the dancing couples, saying hello to a couple of relatives as she bumped into them. Prewett weddings usually brought a lot of guests, which meant they needed a large area to host at. Luckily, the Burrow had a lot of space to spare.

Right as Radiant was about to tap on Oliver’s shoulder, she felt someone grab her wrist and pull her close, away from him. The music quickened, and she found herself dancing with Bill.

“What are you doing?”

“Sorry Radiant.” Bill grinned. “I just realized you never danced with your favorite cousin yet.”

“Oh really? Where is he?” Radiant pulled back as he spun her. “Because you’re not my favorite cousin anymore William!”

Two large arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. Radiant looked up at the grinning face of Charlie.

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder, Rad.” A somewhat confused look went across his face. “At least, I think that’s the saying? I’m not really interested in anyone.”

“You’re right Charlie. Now let me go.”

“Done.”

He lifted her up, tossing her to another redheaded individual.

Radiant and Percy danced together, the only sound coming from the heels of their shoes tapping the ground.

“They got you in on this too?” Radiant asked after a second.

“Unfortunately.”

“Thanks for the honesty, Perce.”

She felt a hand wrap around each of her wrists, pulling her away. She danced with Fred, who had a large smile on his face. 

All around them, guests started to clap in sync with the music.

“This was your idea, wasn’t it, Fred?”

“I’m not F-”

“Oh shut it. I know it's you.”

George rested his chin on her shoulder as he lifted her arm up. His green dress robes swirled around her legs as they both jumped.

The clapping grew quicker, as did the music. Radiant was starting to work up a sweat as she moved faster and faster on her already sore feet. Still, despite how tired she was feeling, a grin slowly made its way across her face.

“Oi, Fred, look! The bride is smiling!” shouted George.

“This bride is going to kick your sorry arse if you don’t let me go, George Weasley.”

“I don’t doubt that. Here Ron!”

A second later, Radiant found herself shuffling awkwardly with Ron, who was staring down at their feet. His long fingers entangled themselves against her shorter calloused ones.

“Your dancing has improved since the Yule Ball.” said Radiant.

Ron’s face flushed red. “I… uh… thanks.”

He let go of her hands, letting Arthur Weasley step in. Arthur smiled down at his niece, which she returned without hesitation.

“Just one more,” Arthur whispered.

Zachary Glasspetal stepped in front of him, taking her hand in a seamless transition. The two siblings moved in perfect time, spinning around the center of the tent just like they did when they were younger.

Like they did with Arthur Glasspetal.

“You look radiant, Radiant.” Zachary whispered, making the pun he had made millions of times beforehand. 

“And you look stupid,” muttered Radiant, fighting back tears.

“As usual.”

He raised her hand, gently kissing the back of it. Then, he spun her and let go.

Radiant fell against Oliver’s body right as the song finished. Both of their chests rose and fell together as they tried to catch their breath.

“Glasspetal.” Oliver smirked down at her. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Radiant turned, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I think you’re forgetting something, Ace.” Radiant rested her forehead against his. “I’m a Wood now.”

“Aye.” said Oliver. He tiled up her chin. “You are.”

When he kissed her, it felt the same as it always did. She felt safe and warm and as if she could take on the world as long as they were together.

And there was no place she’d rather be.

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Full Name: Radiance Beatrice “Radiant” Glasspetal

The Basics: Radiant is a witch that attended Hogwarts towards the end of the 1900s. She is extremely close to her very large family, including her two brothers and seven cousins. She aspires to one day play for Puddlemere United. Radiant is also close with the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, Oliver Wood. The two started dating at the end of her fourth year.

More info below the cut

Genealogy

Family (immediate)

Marco Glasspetal (father)

Felicity Prewett (mother)

Zachary Glasspetal (older brother)

Arthur Glasspetal (older brother)

Family (extended)

Leander Prewett (great-grandfather; maternal)

Sebastian Sallow (great-grandfather; paternal)

Althea Moonlace (great-grandmother; paternal)

Miri Sallow (grandmother; paternal)

Damian Glasspetal (grandfather; paternal)

Gideon Prewett (uncle; maternal)

Fabian Prewett (uncle; maternal)

Molly Prewett (aunt; maternal)

Bill Weasley (cousin; maternal)

Charlie Weasley (cousin; maternal)

Percy Weasley (cousin; maternal)

Fred Weasley (cousin; maternal)

George Weasley (cousin; maternal)

Ron Weasley (cousin; maternal)

Ginny Weasley (cousin; maternal)

Love Interest(s) 

Oliver Wood (husband)

Child(ren): Spruce Wood, Willow Wood

Physical 

Gender: female

Height: 6’2

Eye Color: purple

Hair Color: red

Blood Status: pureblood

Other: scar over her nose from Quidditch games

Other

House: Gryffindor

Quidditch Position: Chaser

Wand

Elm wood

13 ¾ inches

Unbending

Dragon heartstring

Patronus: Hippogriff

Favorite Spells: Healing Charm (Episkey), Water-Making Spell (Aguamenti)

Content

Radiant Glasspetal and the First Quidditch Match (Part 1 & Part 2)

A Lesson in Quidditch (one-shot)

No Making Out on the Quidditch Pitch! (one-shot)

Times Are Changing (one-shot)

Proper Young Lady (one-shot)

The Dance (one-shot)

Glasswood (Timeline, commission, first kiss commission, Spotify playlist)

Screenshots (Herbology w/ Leander, model girl, girl-named-matty screenshots)

Jean Grey recolor

Gallery

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WAAAAA CUTIEEESSSSS

✨Commission for @amethystandemma ✨

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All of the commissions I have gotten from @giselsann so far 🩵

Sebthea (Sebastian Sallow and Althea Moonlace, my MC)

Netangeline (Newt Scamander and Evangeline Sallow)

And Glasswood (Oliver Wood and Radiant Glasspetal)

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“Times Are Changing”

Angst! Angst! Angst!

FrostValley on Wattpad requested a Glasswood one-shot, and y’all voted for it to be angsty. So, here it is.

Tagging @rypnami and @butternutt613

Word count: 2,600+

Comments and reblogs are appreciated

“That match was brilliant!” shouted Radiant Glasspetal.

She and Oliver Wood made their way down the purple-carpeted stairs of the stadium, walking slowly through the crowd of Quidditch fans. Ireland had just won the Quidditch World Cup in an incredibly tense match against Bulgaria and the excitement in the air was getting to everyone.

As the couple walked along the dirt path with the sea of people, leprechauns danced above their heads, cackling and waving the lanterns illuminating the area. Trying to see everything, Radiant’s head constantly swiveled from side to side, her red ponytail smacking any and all nearby objects.

“Aye.” Oliver ducked to avoid his girlfriend’s whip-like hair. “Pure dead brilliant.”

As they moved, the duo talked non-stop about the match they had just witnessed; Oliver consistently bringing up how skilled both Keepers were and Radiant emphasizing how flawlessly the Irish Chasers worked together. 

Troy, Mullet, and Moran, Ireland’s Chasers, passed the Quaffle from one another like a well-oiled machine during the match. The trio scored point after point as if it was absolutely nothing. They gave Radiant so many ideas that she had to try with Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell, her fellow Gryffindor Chasers.

Radiant and Oliver were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn’t notice a figure struggling to get to them until she was right there.

“All I’m saying is that we have a lot to – ah!” Radiant was cut off mid sentence by someone wrapping arms around her neck in a hug. She got a mouthful of brown curls as she tried to speak. “Hadlee, I was in the middle of a conversation!”

Hadlee Euphoric, a Hufflepuff sixth year, pulled away from Radiant with a small grin. While some Quidditch fans, like Oliver and Radiant, simply wore sweaters or hats supporting the Ireland team, there were others like Hadlee who went a little farther. Her normally tan face was painted a dark evergreen, making the girl look like some sort of strange nymph. 

“Ced and I are having a campfire,” said Hadlee. Her silver eyes glistened in the torchlight of the leprechauns, making her look even more inhuman than she already did. “You want to come?”

Even though it was incredibly late, Radiant didn’t feel at all tired. She imagined she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep even if she went to bed right at that moment, and guessed Oliver felt the same based on how vigorously he was speaking before. 

“I’m fine with it.” answered Radiant.

“So’m I,” Oliver added. “Lead the way.”

As Hadlee led the two through the large crowd of people, Radiant would catch bits and pieces of conversations from the groups around them. Some talked about the skills of the players, others mentioned Viktor Krum’s nosebleed, but almost everyone was talking about Quidditch. 

As the three brushed through the mob of Quidditch fans, Radiant caught the fragments of a conversation that she didn’t quite understand.

“–strike at three.”

Something about the way the three words were spoken sent a chill down her spine. Radiant craned her neck to look around the crowd and find the speaker, but it was just no use. There were just too many people and too many voices.

The rational part of her brain told her that she was fine. She didn’t catch the full conversation and making baseless assumptions based on three words was a waste of time. 

A few minutes later, they arrived at the Diggory family’s tent. Cedric Diggory, another sixth year Hufflepuff, sat outside of the tent in a lawn chair facing a small bonfire. He got to his feet, waving at Radiant and Oliver with a large smile on his face. On one of his cheeks was a green shamrock the same color as Hadlee’s painted face.

“Wood. Glasspetal,” he greeted. “Glad you could come.”

The lingering thoughts Radiant had about the conversation she overheard melted away as soon as her eyes landed on the mug of hot chocolate in his hands. It looked and smelled absolutely delicious. 

“You’re welcome to have some,” Hadlee said, seeing Radiant’s gaze. 

“Don’t mind if I do.”

Oliver chuckled as Radiant walked to the canister containing the drink before turning to Cedric. “I’m surprised Hadlee was able to find us.” 

“Well, the thing about Hufflepuffs” – he took a sip of hot chocolate – “is that we are very good finders.”

“You’re also very good at losing Quidditch matches.”

“Shut up.”

As the four sat by the campfire they continued the conversation about the Quidditch match. The cheering of Ireland fans never ceased, even after the midnight hour.

The warmth coming from the fire and the gentle pressure of Oliver’s head on her legs filled Radiant with bliss. Her fingers ran through his short brown hair over and over again.

Radiant didn’t remember falling asleep. All she knew was that, very suddenly, Oliver was shaking her awake.

“Get up! Radiant, come on!”

Radiant sat up quickly, banging her forehead against his.

“Sorry.” she apologized groggily.

As she rubbed her forehead, she was startled by the change in noises around the campsite. Rather than drunken singing, she heard screams and the sound of people running. Something was very, very wrong.

With no explanation, Oliver grabbed her wrist and started to run. The first few paces, Radiant stumbled and tripped before finding her footing. She looked down at the wrist that held her own, squinting at his watch.

3:07.

Strike at three.

“You need to get to the woods,” said Oliver. “Hide.”

“Surely you jest!” Radiant planted her feet on the dirt and pulled him back, bringing them face to face. “I’m not leaving you.”

Oliver began to protest. “Radiant–”

“This isn’t up for discussion,” Radiant snapped. She drew her elm wand out from one of her jean pockets. “Come on.”

Whether it was the look of determination on her face or the lack of time needed to argue, Oliver drew out his olive wand without a word of protest. 

With a tight grip on his hand, Radiant started to run against the stream of screaming people. They were all fleeing from something, a thing that made loud bangs, but what it was she didn’t know.

Drunken yells, loud jeering, and roars of laughter were drifting towards them; before a burst of strong green light clearly illuminated the scene. 

A large number of wizards, their wands pointing straight up, were slowly moving in a tightly packed formation across the field. Their heads were covered by hoods and faces hidden behind masks. High above them, floating about sixty feet in the midair, were four struggling figures moving in extremely unnatural and distorted ways. 

Radiant froze, her mouth open wide in horror, as she realized two of the figures were children. One of the kids, a little girl, made eye contact with her, tears and snot streaming down her face.

Seeing the fear in her eyes is what broke Radiant out of her stunned stupor. It filled her with rage.

“Diffindo!” Radiant yelled, right as Oliver shouted “Bombarda!”

Her severing charm hit a few of the figures while his blasting spell hit one, sending them flying backwards in the air.

“We’re going to help the Ministry!” Radiant heard her Uncle, Arthur Weasley, yell behind her. “You lot — get into the woods, and stick together. I’ll come and fetch you when we’ve sorted this out!”

Three of her cousins: Bill, Charlie, and Percy Weasley sprinted up to her and Oliver, their wands out and sleeves rolled up. A few moments later, her Uncle Arthur joined them. All four of the Weasley men had matching looks of disgust and anger on their faces.

“We need to get through to the center!” Bill yelled. 

“No shite!” Radiant shouted. “Protego!”

The semi-transparent shield charm deflected a burst of red energy right before it hit the group. Oliver, Bill, Charlie, Percy, and Arthur threw up their own as multiple blasts started to fall on them like rain.

“We can’t do anything that might end up hurting the muggles!” called out Arthur, his voice strained and barely audible against all the roar of the spells hitting the group.

Other Ministry of Magic wizards joined the six, trying to combat the large crowd, but there were simply too many. They were largely outnumbered.

Radiant’s grip on Oliver’s hand tightened as she fought against hex after hex. She could feel her anxiety start to rise, but forced herself to keep moving. Every second counted. One misstep, and someone could die.

Okay, she really needed to stop thinking like that.

“Radiance, Charlie, and Wood could fly up and grab the muggles!” suggested Percy, jumping to the side to avoid the lime green blast of an Unforgivable Curse.

“Perce, we were roommates for seven years ya crabbit. I’m pretty sure you can call me Oliver at this point.” Oliver raised his wand. “Depulso!”

“And you know I hate it when you call me by my full name!” Radiant added.

“Just shut up and get your brooms! Protego!”

Considering she had no better plan, Radiant decided to listen to Percy. While under his protection, she raised her wand, not for a curse but for a summoning charm. “Accio broom!” she shouted.

The lanterns that had illuminated the campground had been put out amidst the chaos, but Radiant could make out a sleek black shape making its way over through the darkness very fast. Her Nimbus 2000 flew into her outstretched hand.

Moving quickly, Radiant mounted her broom. She glanced over at Oliver, who was on his own broom, and tried to ignore the sense of dread that was flooding over her.

“We’ll distract them for you!” hollard Arthur. “Just be ready to grab the muggles!”

Gripping onto her broom handle with one hand and wand with the other, Radiant kicked off the ground and quickly rose to the air in a streak of red and green.

As soon as she, Charlie, and Oliver were in the air, Arthur and Percy raised their wands to the sky while Bill kept up the shield charm. “Periculum!” she heard them shout.

Red sparks descended onto the dark wizards like muggle fireworks. The Imperius Curse that was holding the victims in the air was suddenly lifted, leaving the family of four floating in the air for a second before they started to free fall.

Radiant pointed her broom down and flew after one of the muggles, the little girl she first saw. She wrapped her left arm around her, hoisting her onto her shoulder in a fireman’s carry before pulling up on the handle. Right before they were going to crash, the Nimbus 2000 arched up above the ground and back into the sky.

Moving slowly and gently, Radiant adjusted the young girl so she was sitting on the broom as well. Tears and snot were still going down her round face.

“It’s going to be okay,” said Radiant in a soothing voice. “You’re going to be okay.”

“Crucio!”

Radiant yanked her broom to the side, narrowly missing the curse directed at her. It seemed like the dark wizards had recovered from the chaos enough to start shooting things again.

“Hold on tight!”

She slipped her wand into her back pocket so she could hold onto the girl with both hands before quickly guiding the broom away. Blasts of green and red alike followed her across the sky. She couldn’t see anything with all the smoke around them, so she could only hope it was the same for everyone below her.

Charlie flew past her, holding the two unconscious muggle adults with each arm. Aside from being knocked out, they looked fine. As did Charlie, except for the rip in his shirt.

“Come on, we need to get them somewhere safe,” he said.

Weaving past curses and hexes, Charlie led Radiant away from the smoke and down in a nearby clearing where three figures sat. Fred, George, and Ginny Weasley looked up as the two landed, gawping at the muggles. 

“Watch them until me, Dad, Bill, or Perce come back for you and stay here,” Charlie ordered.

Radiant picked up the little girl and handed her shaking body over to Fred.

“Don’t worry,” she said to her. “Come morning, you won’t remember any of this.”

She kicked off the ground again, flying back to the area where the dark wizards were beforehand to look for Oliver.

Radiant heard him cry out in pain before she saw him.

The smouldering mess that used to be his broom burned like kindling in a campfire. A few feet away from the broom was Oliver, on the ground in front of the little boy, getting hit with the Cruciatus Curse.

A similar rage to seeing the tortured girl filled Radiant’s body, and she saw red.

“BOMBARDA!” Radiant screamed.

The explosion went off in the middle of where the dark wizards stood, sending both them and dirt flying everywhere. She jumped off of her broom, landing in front of her boyfriend with her wand raised.

“EXPELLIARMUS! CONFRINGO! FLIPENDO! INCENDIO!”

Radiant casted wave after wave of spell with such force and veracity she never had before. She knew that if she wanted to, she would be able to cast an Unforgivable Curse in that very moment.

“ACCIO! DESCENDO! GLACIUS! DIFFINDO-”

“Radiant, stop!”

Arthur Weasley rushed towards his niece, holding his own wand in the air in surrender when she pointed hers at him. 

“Radiant, they’ve fallen. They aren’t hurting him anymore.”

All of the anger she felt rushed out of her body like a deflated balloon. All ten of the dark wizards that had been there were on the ground with injuries she caused. A few of them were even moaning out in pain.

“Oh Merlin.” gasped Radiant. “What have I done?”

“Radiant?”

She looked down at the ground at Oliver before kneeling down beside him. He raised his hand, weakly pressing it against her cheek.

“Bloody hell,” he rasped. “Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

Radiant placed her hand over his bloodied one, pressing it closer to her face. She tried to even her breathing by taking deep breaths through her nose.

“You could never get on my bad side. You’re a Keeper.” said Radiant.

“Ha ha. I haven’t heard that before.”

She snorted and moved his arm around her shoulder, helping him stand up; her other arm moving to his waist.

Supporting each other, Radiant and Oliver stumbled over to Bill and Percy with Arthur. Bill had a cut on his arm that was bleeding profusely and Percy was sporting a bleeding nose.

The sound of loud gasping and cries brought their movement to a halt. Loud popping filled the clearing seconds after, a sign that people were Disapparating.

Arthur Weasley looked behind the group up at the sky, his eyes wide, before Disapparating himself.

Turning, Radiant looked to the place in the sky where Arthur was looking. She let out a gasp herself.

High above the trees of the nearby forest was a massive skull, made of what looked like millions of green stars, with a serpent going out of its mouth like a tongue. As they watched, it went higher and higher. 

All of the clearing erupted in screams. Radiant didn’t fully understand why, as it was just a skull, but she figured it was because of the sudden appearance of it. 

It wasn’t until she saw Bill’s bloodless face that she realized that wasn’t the reasoning.

“What is it?” Oliver asked.

Bill shook his head.

“You were all too young,” he muttered. “None of you would remember it–”

“Just tell us!” Radiant snapped.

Her own tone surprised her, as Bill was her favorite cousin, but she was tired and irritated with being in the dark about things.

“It’s Dark Mark.” Percy’s voice was barely audible. “You-Know-Who’s sign. I read about it in the Ministry.”

The four were silent. The only noise came from the screaming and panicked cries of the witches and wizards around them.

It was a few moments before Oliver broke the silence, his voice soft.

“What does it mean?” 

Silence. 

Then, Bill spoke. “It means things are going to be changing around here.” 

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A Lesson in Quidditch

Something happened today that made me really want to write some fluff. Enjoy Glasswood teaching their adopted son about Quidditch.

Word count: 950

Comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated!

Tagging @rypnami, @butternutt613, and @ravenwind-75 (my fellow Oliver Wood fan)

Radiant Glasspetal walked onto the Quidditch Pitch carrying two brooms in one hand and the end of a large wooden crate in the other. Carrying the opposite end of the box was Oliver Wood.

“Nice sweater,” she said, eyeing the black turtleneck.

“Thanks. Mum made it.” Oliver set the chest down and looked around. “Now where is — ah, there he is.”

Radiant looked up. 

Flying in and out of the goalposts and speeding up and down the field was a small figure on a broom. 

“Hey, Potter, come down!” Oliver shouted. 

Harry Potter, the famed Boy Who Lived, landed in front of both of them. Radiant could just see the lightning scar on his forehead through his messy black hair.

“Very nice,” Oliver said with a glint in his eyes. “I can see what McGonagall meant… you really are a natural.” He pointed to Radiant. “This is Radiant Glasspetal. She’s on the team as well.”

Radiant held out her hand. Harry shook it.

“We’re going to teach you the rules this evening, then you’ll be joining team practice three times a week.”

He nodded to Radiant. She kicked open the chest, revealing four different sized balls.

“Right,” said Oliver. “Quidditch is easy enough to understand. There are seven players on each side. Three of them are Chasers.”

He motioned to Radiant.

“Glasspetal here is one of the best.”

Radiant fanned her face, grinning. “Oh Ace, you flatter me.”

Harry looked between them both, his green eyes wide. “Three Chasers,” he repeated.

Oliver took out the Quaffle with a smirk, tossing it to Radiant. She spun it on her finger before handing it to Harry. He caught it with a tiny grunt.

“This one here is the Quaffle,” Radiant said. “The other Chasers and I throw it around through the hoops to score points. The team gets ten points every time it goes through the Hoops. You follow?”

“The Chasers throw the Quaffle and put it through the hoops to score.” Harry repeated. “So, it’s like basketball on broomsticks with six hoops, isn’t it?”

“What’s basketball?” asked Oliver curiously. 

“You know what golf is but not basketball?” Radiant snorted. 

“Do you know what basketball is Glasspetal?” Oliver smirked in the silence that followed. “That’s what I thought.”

He turned back to Harry.

“Now the Keeper” — Oliver smiled — “that’s me, defends the hoops. Still with me so far?”

“I think so. Three Chasers, one Keeper.” He pointed to the other three balls. “What are those?”

Radiant bent down, pulling out a Beater’s bat. She handed it to Harry.

“You’re going to want that,” said Radiant. She stepped back, placing a hand on Oliver’s shoulder.

“We’re going to show you what Bludgers do.” Oliver pointed at the smaller black balls that looked like they were trying to break free. “These two are the Bludgers.”

“Stand back,” Radiant warned. 

Oliver bent down and released one of the Bludgers. 

The black ball rose into the sky then fell back down at Harry’s face. Harry swung the bat, knocking the ball towards Oliver and Radiant. Wood dove on top of it right before it smacked her in the chest.

“See?” Oliver panted as he forced the Bludger back into the crate. “The Bludgers rocket around, trying to knock players off their brooms. That’s why you have two Beaters on each team — Radiant’s cousins, the Weasley twins are ours — it’s their job to protect their side from the Bludgers and knock them toward the other team. You got all that?”

Harry nodded. 

“Good!” said Radiant, clapping her hands.

“Have… uh, the Bludgers ever killed anyone?”

“Never at Hogwarts,” Oliver said. “Glasspetal’s brother, Arthur, broke his jaw once, but it was healed pretty quickly.”

Harry looked at Radiant, his eyes wide. Radiant shrugged.

“He just couldn’t snog for about a week. He was fine.”

“Moving on. The last member of the team is the Seeker. That’s you.”

Oliver reached inside of the crate and held out the fourth and final ball: a tiny golden one with wings on it.

“This,” said Oliver, “is the Golden Snitch.”

“I like this one!” Harry said, taking the tiny ball in his palm.

“Aye, you like it now, but it’s bloody fast and damn near impossible to see.” 

Radiant put her arm on Oliver’s shoulder, leaning down. “You catch it Harry, and we get one hundred and fifty points.”

Oliver put his arm around her waist as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Any questions?” He asked.

Harry shook his head. 

“We won’t practice with the Snitch yet,” said Oliver. He shut the chest with the back of his foot, his arm still around Radiant’s waist. “Don’t want to lose it. Let’s see how you fare with a couple of these.”

He pulled out a bag of golf balls from his pocket. Radiant reached for the two brooms, mounting one of them.

“You know, this feels like we’re teaching our kid.” She said offhandedly.

Oliver nearly fell off of his broom. His face was slightly flushed.

“Yer aff yer heid.”

Radiant hung upside down on her broom in front of him, grinning. She grabbed one of the golf balls and threw it for Harry to catch.

“Maybe. But you love it.”

“Sure I do Glasspetal. Whatever helps you catch the Quaffle.”

“Shut up you stupid Scotsman.”

Harry didn’t miss a single golf ball that was thrown by either of them, both of the older teens' excitement growing by the minute.

“That Quidditch Cup’ll have our name on it this year,” Oliver said, putting his arms around Radiant and Harry’s shoulders. “With a Chaser like her and a Seeker almost as good as Charlie Weasley, the other three houses don’t stand a chance.”

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Glasswood angst WIP

Radiant’s blood curdling scream echoed through the stone chamber. She withered on the ground, her red hair looking like a pool of blood beneath her head.

“STOP IT! STOP HURTING HER!” 

Bellatrix stepped closer to Oliver, her dark eyes blazing with an insane intensity.

“You’ll tell me where Harry Potter is hiding?”

“I’m telling you ah dinnae ken!”

“Such a shame.” Bellatrix shook her head with a grin. “Crucio!”

Radiant’s back arched as she screamed again. The feeling of a thousand needles stabbing into her skin returned.

“RADIANT!”

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She’s ready to throw hands

Pretty much Radiant’s face during the entirety of her wedding dance with her cousins

Recolor by me, original under the cut

Might do more with some friends OCs

(Jean Grey I love you)

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I’d imagine she was brought there to watch Zach, Artie, and Charlie play with her parents or something

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“Ones your parents wouldn’t plant in the garden.”

Leander her parents are dead, they ain’t planting nothing now

#CancelLeander

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Trying to take decent screenshots but I play on switch 😞

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How would Radiant fit into @rypnami’s pirate AU?

Okay, I haven’t talked to Char about this, but I have been thinking of it a little

I feel like she would either be a distract relative of Leander’s or could be his and Seb’s biological daughter with magic or something.

Either way, she is going to be chaotic.

I feel like people would look at her and be like “oh, that’s Prewett’s daughter. Surely she’ll be just as respectable as him.”

And Radiant just straight up plunders a businessman’s house, reminding everyone who else raised her.

Leander is “dad” Sebastian is “pop”

Oliver could be a shopkeeper’s son or something that she just talks about non-stop and makes out with occasionally