#raveclaw

[billsbae]

i love a good hogwarts au in every fandom i'm in, so here's my houses headcanons for atla

katara — gryffindor

sokka — ravenclaw

aang — hufflepuff

toph — slytherin

suki — gryffinor

zuko — hufflepuff

azula — slytherin

mai — slytherin

ty lee — slytherin

[quotidian-oblivion]

All the knights of Camelot are Gryffindor.

[agirlsguidetolove]

I THOUGHT YOU KNEW

pairings: theodore nott x reader

word count: 0.9k

summary: “i thought you knew?” “you thought i knew we were dating?” “yes!” “how would i know that, nott, you never told me.”

Theodore Nott had dead eyes. That was something you had learned early on in your friendship with the boy; never expect his eyes to tell you anything. But, right now, you couldn’t help but wonder if your own advice was wrong because the look he was giving you in the moment was the farthest thing to dead. Alive.

Theodore’s eyes were ablazed, like you had lit a match in his face just as he had done with his cigarettes the night before. They looked on fire as he glared off at you, standing and chatting with some Ravenclaw boy who had decided to make the stupid of going to a slytherin party and talking to Theo’s girl.

It was a common fact that you and Theo had something, everyone knew. Well, maybe except for you.

Maybe that’s why you hadn’t expected for Theodore to waltz up to you and your new friend and throw an arm over your shoulder, and stand and listen to you too talk, not saying a word.

“Think we should get out of here?” Was the first thing he said to you, well, whispered into your ear, pulling you closer.

“I’m okay here, Teddy,” you said. Theo visible softened, melting into you at the nickname only you were allowed to call him. “You can go, though. I’ll be alright, promise.”

Theo smiled at you as you patted his arm that was wrapped around your shoulder, watching as your attention drifted back to whoever this guy was. He sighed.

“I know,” Theo started before your Ravenclaw friend interrupted.

“Yeah, mate, we’ll be okay,” he said. Theo hardened, dead eyes becoming colder as he took his arm off your shoulder, stepping forward and shoving the guy.

“Was I fucking talking to you, mate?” he spit.

“Woah!” you cut, pulling Theo back with your hand to his chest, “What the hell, Theo?”

“Yeah,” the Raveclaw pants. “What the hell, Nott? Calm down!”

Theodore sneers, glaring harshly ate the boy before hissing, “Fuck off,” and pushing past him and bumping his shoulder aggressively as he makes his way out of the common room.

Staring of at his fuming figure you quickly apologize to the boy before chasing off after Theo. When you find him, he’s angrily pacing through the hallway, running a hand through his hair.

“Theo,” you state angrily. Theo’s head whips to where you stand before shaking his head and choosing to walk away from you and down the hall.

“Theo!” you yell, walking quickly behind him. “What the fuck was that about? Can you wait for a second and talk to me?”

Theo stops, allowing you to catch up to him. You can practically see the steam coming out when he turns to you. “What am I supposed to do?” he asks bitterly. “Just let him flirt with you?”

“What?” you ask, just as bitter. “What are you talking about? Why’d you have to fucking shove, Dylan?”

Dylan. Theodore scoffs, getting madder by the second. He takes a step closer, towering over you. “So I’m just supposed to stand there when some prick is running up on my girlfriend!”

Girlfriend? What the hell was he on about. “Girlfriend?” you question, softer.

“Yes! You’re my girlfriend!” Theodore shouted. He just wasn’t getting it, was he?

“What?” you spluttered. “Since when?”

“What,” Theo got quieter.

“i didn’t know…” you said. “when did we start dating?…o-officially?”

“You didn’t know?” he repeated, incredulous. “I… I thought… I thought you knew?”

“You thought I knew we were dating?” You were getting louder, voice echoing off the walked.

“Yes!” Theo yelled, eyes getting sadder.

“How would I know that, Nott, you never told me!”

Theodore shakes his head, again getting gentle. “Don’t start calling me ‘Nott’ now, angel, you don’t do that.”

“Theo,” you reiterated, taking a breath. “When did we— when did we start ‘dating’.”

Theo looks like a kicked puppy when he says, “Last trip to Hogsmeade. We kissed.”

Looking at the ground, you say, “Just because we kissed doesn’t mean we’re dating.”

“To me, it did!”

“You kiss plenty of girls that you’re not dating!” you argue.

Theo scoffs, “They’re not you, now are they?”

“Teddy,” you say, tears quickly forming in your eyes. Looking up at him, he purses his lips, heart breaking in his chest. “Why couldn’t you have just asked me to be your girlfriend?”

“Love, I… I thought you knew, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” you swallow, hugging yourself with your own arms, still holding in your tears. “Well, I didn’t.”

It’s silent between you both for a moment, nothing but you staring at the floor and Theo staring at you. Theo takes a small step forward, his hands touching where you hold yourself. “Would you?” he says, “Be my girlfriend, if I asked?”

“Yeah,” you chuckle, looking up at him, “if you’d ask, you dick.”

Theo chuckles, dipping his head low and putting his lips against yours. His lips are so soft, despite how he tastes like liquor and cigarettes. He breaks apart from you, hand coming to caress your cheek. “Would you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, I would.”

not proof read 🧸

i 🫶 theo nott

[amara-scott]

Could you maybe do fluff Mattheo X sick Ravenclaw reader and he pampers her and will carry and hold her?

Ooohhh sweeet, yes ☺️🙏🏼

A Warm Embrace

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Raveclaw!Reader Fandom: Harry Potter: Slytherin Boys

The moment I opened my eyes, I knew something was wrong. My head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton, my throat was raw, and every inch of my body ached as if I’d been hit by a Bludger. The soft, early morning light filtering through the tall windows of my Ravenclaw room felt too bright, too harsh, and I groaned, turning away from it. My bed, usually a haven of warmth and comfort, now felt like a trap I couldn’t escape.

I tried to sit up, but the room spun, and I collapsed back onto my pillows with a whimper. I was supposed to meet Mattheo Riddle in the library this morning. We’d been studying together for weeks now, and despite his Slytherin reputation, I found myself looking forward to our time together more than I cared to admit. But today, even the thought of dragging myself out of bed was unbearable. It all started yesterday during class, but now- on a beautiful autumn saturday- I felt even worse.

Just as I was contemplating how to get to the hospital wing without collapsing, there was a soft knock on my door. I frowned, trying to gather the strength to respond, but before I could, the door creaked open.

“Y/N?”

Mattheo’s voice was soft, filled with concern as he stepped into the room. His dark hair was slightly tousled, as if he’d rushed to get here, and his sharp eyes scanned the room until they landed on me.

“Mattheo?” I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper. “What are you doing here?”

He moved swiftly to my bedside, setting down a tray with tea and what looked like a bowl of soup. “Theo mentioned you weren’t feeling well,” he explained, his gaze not leaving mine. Theo? Oh, yeah. Theodore Nott was partnered up with me yesterday in Transfiguration. He must have realized my state before I liked to admit it. “When you didn’t show up to the library, I thought I’d check on you.”

I tried to sit up again, but the effort was too much. Mattheo frowned, gently placing a hand on my shoulder to keep me from straining. “You’re burning up,” he muttered, his brow furrowing as he brushed a strand of hair away from my face. “You should be in the hospital wing.”

“I didn’t want to make a fuss,” I mumbled, feeling embarrassed by how weak I sounded. “I thought I could sleep it off.”

Mattheo sighed, his expression softening. “You’re not a bother, Y/N. And you’re certainly not going to get better lying here alone.” He paused, his gaze searching my face. “Let me take you to the hospital wing.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could, Mattheo was already moving, carefully sliding an arm under my knees and another behind my back.

“Wait, Mattheo—” I started, but the words died in my throat as he effortlessly lifted me into his arms.

“Relax,” he murmured, his voice soothing as he cradled me against his chest. “I’ve got you.”

Despite the fever clouding my mind, I felt a flush creep up my cheeks. I wasn’t used to being taken care of, especially not by Mattheo, whose usual demeanor was cool and collected. But as he held me, his grip firm yet gentle, I couldn’t help but lean into him, the warmth of his body easing some of the chills that racked mine.

Mattheo carried me through the empty corridors of the castle with ease, his long strides steady and confident. As we passed through another hallway, I caught a glimpse of Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini, both of whom raised their eyebrows in surprise.

“Is she alright?” Theo asked, stepping forward, his usual carefree expression replaced with genuine concern.

“She’s burning up,” Mattheo replied, not slowing his pace. “I’m taking her to the hospital wing.”

Blaise exchanged a glance with Theo, but neither of them questioned Mattheo’s actions. Instead, they fell in step behind him, ready to offer their help if needed. Theo sent me a look and wink. A bright smirk on his face. I burried my face into Mattheo's shoulder, trying to hide my red face.

When we finally reached the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey took one look at me and immediately bustled over, shooing the boys away as she began to examine me. Mattheo, however, refused to leave my side, his hand never letting go of mine.

“She’s dehydrated and exhausted,” Madam Pomfrey said, her tone brisk as she prepared a potion. “She’ll need to stay here for the night.”

“Can I stay with her?” Mattheo asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

Madam Pomfrey hesitated, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly as she studied him. “Only if you promise not to disturb her rest,” she finally relented, her tone softening. “She needs quiet and care.”

Mattheo nodded, his grip on my hand tightening slightly. “I promise.”

Once Madam Pomfrey had administered the potion and made sure I was comfortable, she left us alone, muttering about fetching more supplies. The room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of the curtains and the faint sounds of the castle settling for the night.

Mattheo sat beside me on the edge of the bed, his hand still holding mine. He looked down at me, his expression unreadable, and for a moment, I wondered if he regretted staying.

“You didn’t have to stay,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

“I wanted to,” he replied simply, his thumb brushing lightly over the back of my hand. “You’ve been there for me more times than I can count, Y/N. Let me take care of you this time.”

I felt a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the fever. “Thank you,” I murmured, my eyes fluttering closed.

Mattheo shifted slightly, and I felt the bed dip as he lay down beside me. “Get some rest,” he whispered, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close. “I’m not going anywhere.”

I sighed softly, nestling against him, the steady beat of his heart soothing me. For the first time that day, I felt truly safe, the weight of my illness lifting slightly as I drifted off to sleep in his arms.

———

When I woke again, it was dark outside, the only light in the room coming from the soft glow of a candle on the bedside table. The fever had lessened, though I still felt weak and tired. But the ache in my body was no longer unbearable, and I realized with a start that I was still wrapped in Mattheo’s arms.

He awakened, his dark eyes watching me with a mixture of concern and something else—something softer, more vulnerable.

“How are you feeling?” he asked quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Better,” I replied, my throat still scratchy but not as painful as before. “Thanks to you.”

He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You’re the one who fought off the fever, Y/N. I just... helped a little.”

“A little?” I teased, my voice still weak but laced with affection. “You carried me through half the castle, Mattheo. I think that’s more than a little.”

He chuckled softly, the sound sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. “Alright, maybe more than a little.” His expression grew serious again, his gaze locking with mine. “I’m just glad you’re alright.”

I reached up, my hand trembling slightly, and cupped his cheek. “I’m more than alright,” I whispered, my heart swelling with gratitude and something deeper, something I hadn’t quite allowed myself to acknowledge until now.

He leaned into my touch, his eyes closing briefly as if savoring the moment. When he opened them again, there was a warmth in his gaze that made my breath catch.

“I care about you, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice tinged with a vulnerability I hadn’t heard from him before. “More than I think you realize.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a rush of emotion so intense it almost overwhelmed me. “I care about you too, Mattheo,” I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of the words.

For a moment, we just lay there, the unspoken feelings between us finally brought to light, filling the space with a warmth that was both comforting and exhilarating. Then, slowly, Mattheo leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead.

“Go back to sleep, it's the middle of the night,” he murmured against my skin, his lips brushing lightly over my temple. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

With that, I closed my eyes, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling me back to sleep, secure in the knowledge that I was in the arms of someone who truly cared.

———

The next morning, when I woke again, the first thing I felt was the warmth of Mattheo’s embrace. The fever had finally broken, and though I was still weak, I felt a thousand times better than I had the day before.

Mattheo was already awake, his hand gently stroking my hair as he watched me with a soft, contented expression. “Good morning,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing.

“Good morning,” I replied, my voice still a little rough but much stronger than before. “Thank you for staying with me.”

“Of course,” he said, his eyes full of warmth as he brushed a strand of hair from my face. “I told you I wasn’t going anywhere.”

And as I lay there, wrapped in his arms, I knew that this—more than any potion or spell—was the best medicine I could have ever asked for.

———

I hope you enjoyed it <3

[redheadspark]

Can i Ask for an Oliver Wood x female reader, with promote 1 were reader is like very smart and they are like enemies to lovers or something. Only if you want of course😊

A/N - YAS! This will be cute for Oliver! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

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Summary - You and Oliver were always at each other's necks....until now

Warnings - Just some cute fluff

“You can cut it with a knife,”

“You think so?”

“Come on, look at them!”

Ron looked over at the small argument that unfolded in front of them out on the lawn.  It was between you and Oliver Wood, two captains from rival teams that were bickering with each other on practice times on the pitch.  It was awkward mostly, since both Gryffindor and Ravenclaw teams were awkwardly waiting on the sidelines to see who was going to win the verbal spat between their Captains.  But this was no real shocker to either team nor was it the first time this has happened.

In fact, this was the fourth time this season alone.

“You’ve always hogged the pitch twenty minutes longer than what’s on the practice schedule, Wood!  You needed the extra time because your team’s sloppy?!”

“Come off it, Jones!  You must be that bored in counting the minutes until we leave the pitch to gloss up your maneuvers.  They’re pathetic!”

“Bloody hell, this is one the worst ones,” Rom grumble as he leaned against his broom that was propped up.  His twin brothers were overseeing with small looks of amusement on their faces, arms folded in front of themselves, and looking at their mannerisms and how close you both were at poking each other’s chest with rigid fingers.  Of course, to the others that were watching this weren’t seeing what the twins were seeing.  They were seeing two Captains who hated each other fight overtime on the pitch.

Where as the twins saw two Captains who had it bad for each other.

Ever since you became Captain of the Ravenclaw team Oliver was intimidated by you since you were sharp and had a great wit about Quidditch.  Like Oliver, you grew up on the sport and knew it far more than most of the students at Hogwarts, becoming a Chaser your second year and then Captain a few years later.  Although your love for Quidditch was not as intense as Oliver’s, it was still there and you were smart in your tactics and plays to make Raveclaw a challenging team to beat.  Gryffindor was the top competitor against them, not even Slytherin could handle themselves again Ravenclaw when you were the Captain.  But Oliver saw you as a threat, your eyes ever trained on your teammates and knowing how to stay a few steps ahead of others.  

Arguments between you two became a regular ritual, though it would get far too heated at times about Flitwick and McGonagall having to have talks with you two.  Of course, you felt bad that you were making such a scene, you knew better since you were representing your House.  Then again, you were letting someone like Oliver get under your skin and fester there.  His stubbornness, his fiery temper, and his thirst to win, it always rubbed you wrong.  It didn’t make things better that you were also harboring a crush on him.  His handsomeness in his face and smile, his playing ability in Quidditch, it gave you butterflies when you didn’t really want it.

So your relationship with Oliver was…complicated?

“I bet you 5 galleons she pokes his chest,” George said to his twin as you and Oliver were still arguing back at forth.

“You’re on,” Fred replied as he shook George’s hand.  The rest of the players were watching and almost talking to each other as there was a pause in your argument, finally.  You and Oliver were nearly nose to nose, but there was a sense of ease then as you both were taking a breath.  You realized that arguing with him was not going to make things better, only worse.  You inhaled deeply, looking over at your players in their blue robes and you sighed.  The last thing you wanted to do was make this worse for them, and perhaps this was an eye-opening moment for you as you looked back at Oliver.  He saw the shift in you too, the fire in your eyes was no longer there and you were simply yourself.

“Go ahead,” You replied, Oliver’s eyes going a bit wide as you picked up your broom that was by your boots on the grassy ground, “We’ll go over plays and practice tomorrow,”

Oliver was shocked that you gave in easily, you gripped your room tightly in your fingerless gloves as you were about to walk away.  He reached over and placed a hand on your arm, not in a grip but just a simple press of his fingers along your blue robes.  You looked at the contact, seeing his fingers near your wrist and how you could almost feel the heat of his skin through your robe.

“You…you sure?” He asked, his voice low and almost uncertain as the heat in his voice was also gone. You two locked eyes again, close enough for him to count your freckles and for you to see the specs in his brown eyes as you nodded.  Now that you were close, you were feeling butterflies and almost weak in the knees. 

“It’s not a big deal, honestly.  We’ll come out to practice tomorrow, don’t worry about…Oliver,”

Oliver felt his own heart skip a beat from you saying his name, and he gulped and nodded his head slowly.  You smiled, for the first time at him and he softly smiled too.  But before he could walk over to his own team, you gently poked his chest with one finger.

“Make sure you tell your Beaters to not be sloppy with their swings.” You advised him, then turned on your heels to walk off. Your team followed you, asking you what happened and why you had the change of heart as Oliver stood there in shock and looked on at your backside.  Without him realizing it, he touched the spot on his chest where your finger touched, gasping like a fish.  

George grinned, looking over at Fred with his hand out, “You owe me 5,”

“Shut it,”

The End.

January Prompt Session

Tagged - @a-lumos-in-the-nox

[crovvlipso]

Cassandra looks a little silly. Silly bean. I like her.

She A Little Confused, But She Got The Spirit.

I have a (head)canon that she always had a beef with Ravenclaw's entrance, other Raveclaws always got simple smart riddles but when it comes to Cass, the door always drop the hardest math problem or making her analysis philosophy and she ended up sleep outside, and it's happened a lot, so please fellow Ravenclaws, help her don't let your mate sleep outside—

[konaanaria13]

Text me when your Free

Tom Riddle x Reader

Chapter two

Just fluff, Tom being a secret simppp, short one btw i should prolly add word counts... eh enjoy

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Library?

Yeah be there in 10

Your late.

I entered twelve minutes later, the dimly lit Library was quiet, only three raveclaws set up front, Tom sat in the back His head buried in a book, his finger tapping rapidly on the table, I drew a dick into the notebook before closing it grinning while I watched Tom check his and roll his eyes.

Inching closer he looked up, his brown eyes looked tired, as always as if he hadn't had enough sleep, the small scar on his neck was barely visible but I still took it into observation.

"Your never on time" Tom muttered as I set my books down, Sitting beside him I checked the title of his book while humming in response.

"You wait for me so" I shrugged while opening my own notebook and potions book, checking the material I took the book on his side and opened it in front of us.

"Where do you wanna start?"

"Nowhere."

In silence we studied for the next two hours, i rested my head on my hand proped up on my elbow, yawning I checked again the book then my own notes then the text and then the outcome.

Tom set still reading a book about... Flowers sprouts?

"Why are you reading that?" I lay down on the table, on my arm, pushing my hair behind my ear I look up at him.

"Because I can read." He answered glancing down at me, he blinked a couple of times before looking away.

"Yeah but like do I have to read it?" I ask to which he scoff's.

"You can barely read, honey" I roll my eyes, yawning I close my eyes, softly nuzzeling myself into my arm.

I drift to sleep, keeping myself awake but letting my body fall, I almost forget where I am when two cold finger's touch my cheek, they push hair behind my ear, grazing my skin and staying until I don't start blinking.

Confused I look at Tom, he's leaned back his hand on his book no sign of him having moved even a centimeter.

"What time is it?" I ask, whispering softly, he looks at me tilts his head a little befpre reaching into his pocket and getting out a watch, he flips it open and looks back at me.

"Around 1 A.M." he answers. I groan sitting up, rubbing my eyes and streching.

"I'm gonna go back, To tired for this shit" I mutter gathering my things.

"I'm coming" Tom got up, and helped me gather my things as well as his own.

I untied my hair and ran my hand through my hair, rolling my neck around I gazed over to Tom, he had taken my bag as well as his, staring at the ground he waited for me, he looked up his eyes meeting mine, I smiled at him he blinked and raised his eyebrows in questions.

His black hair was seat perfectly, his suit perfectly straight.

"Let's go?" He asked and I walked toward him, he looked around after seeing the library empty he placed his hand around my Waist and pulled me in for a kiss, I froze. Melting into him I kissed him back, I would never understand this man.

His tounge slipped past my lip's, pushing against my own his hand laid flat on my back pulling me close to him.

He pulled back and looking down at me he actually grinned.

"Come on I'm tired" He started walking and I followed slightly shocked at what had just happened.

-K<3

[ask-elland-n-will]

14, 27 and 30 for the ask game, please 💙

14. What does your MC think of the Keepers? Do they trust them? Why or why not?

Answered here. In short, Elland does (they do what they must), William — not so much (there are less dangerous ways to teach them Ancient Magic).

27. If your MC wasn’t in their current house, where would they have been sorted? Why do you think they’d be there?

🌙 Elland was never a 100% Hufflepuff, he was always a Ravenpuff. But I had to make a decision about where to play the game, and the Azkaban quest won me over. Him being a smart cookie played a bigger role in DnD, because he enrolled into a rather prestigious Black Staff Academy there and worked tirelessly for the sake of his family and Waterdeep.

But with HL, it's a different world. He is a teenager here, and while he's safe within Hogwarts walls and hasn't taken over family/work responsibilities, he seems more like a Hufflepuff. Ravenclaw tendencies will come into play much later, near graduation and then when he gets a job (depending on AU: Auror, Mind Healer, or a Professor). My biggest regret with Puff Elland is that I hate him in yellow uniform. I try to either make it more orange/pastel or draw without house colour altogether. Blue would really suit him.

☀️ William has always been a mystery. He can be sweet, kind, dedicated, and hardworking. He is a smart cookie, emotionally and mentally mature, always open to new things, loves to learn. We know his Slytherin traits as ambition, self-preservation, cunning and resourcefulness. The only house that doesn't fit him is Gryffindor. Abbotts in general are Hufflepuffs though, so he would've been sorted into Hufflepuff even if I see his Raveclaw/Hufflepuff traits split evenly. If you wonder why he's a Slytherin — some of his mother's blood is to blame for that, he even has some distant relatives in the Black family.

Misc alternatives: 🌸 Lilith and 🧨 Cyrus could be in Slytherin or Gryffindor. 🌑 Fyodor — since he's from Durmstrang, I think he'd want to be in Slytherin but the hat would shove him in Gryffindor, much to Fyodor's dismay.

30. Tell us something you love about your MC.

Answered here. In short, I love the way they overcome hardships. For Elland — overstepping his morals and living with his choice, for Will — pushing past his fear.

For Lilith and Cyrus — they are unapologetically themselves, with all their flaws: they turn those into their strengths. I can say the same about Will as well.

The ask game

[smuttyfandomgalore]

https://www.tumblr.com/smuttyfandomgalore/758622366999986176/literally-just-came-from-you-hotd-blog-imagine

Thank you xx

They’re the prettiest and smartest of girlfriends! But they’re still academic rivals.

Imagine they’re always trying to distract one another when they’re trying to get their assignments don

Hermione eating her out while she’s trying to study

Raveclaw gf fingering mione during lessons to distract her

Always running off to the prefects bathroom between classes and being the reason they’re always late to class

The boys get annoyed of how clingy they’re sometimes. They’ve caught them before;)

SO BAD!!!

Hermione will greedily feast on her gf; lapping at her sweet, creamy pussy from under the covers so she does not get a good enough amount of sleep.

"Shh, there you go..hmm? is that good baby?" She purrs into Hermione's ear as she curls her fingers; bullying that soft spot that has her gushing.

They have a two ended dildo they spell to fuck them as they cry each others names out.

[a-random-weeb]

bsd harry potter houses

Ok but like, don't tell me you weren't thinking about this too

Chuuya: Gryffindor

Kyouka: Hufflepuff (also ravenclaw)

Dazai: Slytherin

Kunikida: ravenclaw

Ranpo: ravenclaw or Slytherin? Or both

Akutagawa: Gryffindor?

Odasaku: Gryffindor

ango: Ravenclaw

Mori: Ravenclaw

Higuchi: this one's hard, but maybe Gryffindor?

Gin: Gryffindor

Atsushi: Hufflepuff

Yosano: raveclaw?

Nikolai: Slytherin

Fyodor: ravenclaw/Slytherin

Jouno: Gryffindor/Slytherin?

Tecchou: ravenclaw? Je ne sais pas

Teruko: Gryffindor

Kenji: Hufflepuff

Tachihara: Gryffindor

Sigma: hehehe sigma balls

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[lumcsmax]

⌜ kit connor, cismale, he/him, ⌟ welcome back to hogwarts, REED ZELLER! according to your file, you’re a TWENTY ONE year old PUREBLOOD. as i’m sure you remember, last spring had its challenges, but i’m confident you’ll take your studies more seriously this year. as a THIRD year RAVENCLAW, focusing on SPORTS MAGIC, you’ve got a lot on your plate. our records show that you’re CREATIVE and OPEN MINDED however, they seem to have left off that you’re SARCASTIC and COMPETITIVE. if i’m correct, you’re siding with THE LIGHT, which makes sense considering you’re known around the castle for putting your sibling in a headlock, broomstick racing in the middle of the night, wood carving in your spare time, challenging puzzles to solve. let’s hope you make it through the year in one piece.

BASICS

name: reed oliver zeller

nicknames: red

age: twenty one

bday: august 17th

gender: cis male

sexuality: biromantic bisexual

ethnicity: irish

nationaty: irish

religion: atheism 

family:

sean zeller (father; alive)

aoife zeller (mother; deceased)

rose zeller (twin sister; alive)

house: ravenclaw 

blood status: pureblood

patronus: jaguar

wand:

amortentia: tba

boggart: his sister and dad dead

hair: golden blonde

eyes: dark brown

skin: pale

height: 6’0ft

build: average

faceclaim: kit connor

FACTS

is a beater on the raveclaw quidditch team.

is competitive about everything. please forgive whoever showed him muggle board games and video games.

speaking of: his fave video game is call of duty and overwatch. don't ask about how many hours he's put into either.

he likes to wood whittle and often makes little figurines for his loved ones.

he's a nerd and seriously studies to make, at least, the top 10.

he's very openminded and doesn't care what other people do in their lives as long as it's not hurting anybody.

he often talks shit to his twin but he will throw down anyone else who does. very protective older brother (despite only being a few minutes older).

spends as much time on the pitch outside of team practice he can.

[steddiehands86]

✨Choir and Quidditch✨

1/?

Friday night was the most important night for everyone at the newly improved Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry- which was now simply named Hawkins Academy. No one knew why the names was changed- rumors of a new start abounded but no one really cared, so no one talked about it that much.

Everything was the same inside the school, the houses were the same- that would never have changed even if it came up in every yearly administration meeting. It only resulted in bickering, fighting, insults being flung along with a few hexes. Every time it ended with a round of tea with more than a shot of spirits. Nobody talked about that either.

However, what everyone did talk about- would not stop talking about- was the Slytherin vs. Gryffindor match that was to be played on Friday night. Professor Eddie Munson, Charm’s Professor and Choirmaster extraordinaire, would rather stab his eardrums with his wand than to hear any more about the damn quidditch game. Yet here he was, just after the children’s lunch break and all he could hear as he was finishing his pretzels was the babbling and speculation about the idiotic game.

However this class was usually his favorite- Dustin Henderson (Ravenclaw), Susie Bingham (also a Raveclaw), Lucas Sinclair (Gryffindor), Max Mayfield (Gryffindor), Will Byers (a Hufflepuff-throw in some spice to make it nice) and….Mike Wheeler (Slytherin). He didn’t know how Mike of all students worked his way into his classroom but so far his attitude was tempered by the presence of his very best friend, Will.

Today proved to be a bit problematic. The boy’s heads ducked together as they walked to their desks like a strange pod-like creature, with Max following behind with her charmed (by her ‘beloved’ Charms professor of course) Walkman on ignoring everyone around her. Susie trailed after her, clutching her textbook and parchment forever worrying about her boyfriend’s former crush. And Lucas…

Was nowhere to be seen. Well. Today was already starting to get on his nerves and it wasn’t even 2pm yet. Wonderful.

His eyes followed the little group as tried to shuffle by unseen, intelligent and beady little eyes darting to and fro like Eddie could actually see them. They were teenagers, hell he could smell them. All too much spicy body cologne, old and new sweat with a hint of ass and corn chips. He was familiar.

The girls sat in their assigned seats, Eddie learning fast to never let them choose their own seating- that was chaos in the making. Too many people surrounding the nerds, hoodlums in the back, brown nosers in the front- no. It was best to separate them. He wanted the boys where he could see them, right in the front row with the girls behind them.

He set down his pretzels, an irritated sigh building up in his chest at Mike as he pushed Dustin forward to talk to him as if he wasn’t brave enough to open his own. And that’s when they told him. Lucas was on the Gryffindor team, and thus couldn’t make it to the Choir banquet being held at Duurmstrang at the end of the week.

He knew it was going to happen, everyone knew about the damnable game, but Sinclair had been on the sides lines the entire season due to his almost inability to fly. It wasn’t his fault he was a foreign exchange student and that Quidditch wasn’t as popular over in the states as it was over the pond. They preferred a game of hexed ball-throwing, something like “dodgeball” but with a stinging paint charm thrown in and they ran around like savages. Eddie was engrossed in the description and wanted to implement it, even went so far as to hex charm a ball that Lucas brought but Headmaster Hopper put the kabosh on it before they could start. ‘Twas rude but nothing Eddie could do about it, safety was important and all.

Nevertheless, Sinclair wasn’t rumored to even play but it was insisted by the coach that he was to be in attendance.

Ugh. Coach Harrington was another thorn in Eddie’s side since he too transferred from America. He was loud (so was Eddie), he cursed (again same), and he had a weird relationship with another professor in History of Magic, Buckley. Setting aside there were many rumors about Eddie and the Divination teacher, Professor Cunningham- all of which completely untrue- Eddie and Coach Harrington didn’t swim in the same pools, and were thus vexed by one another continually since Coach Harrington arrived.

“Well far be it for me to ruin anyone’s fun, but we have been working towards this all year. Where is Sinclair now? He should be in class.” Eddie sent a steely dark gaze over the classroom, noting each student that looked away in cowardice.

The only one that met his eye was Max, who rolled her rolls in annoyance before stopping her music, “Coach Steve got him in the hallway. He got a note for extra flying classes, so Sinclair went with him as usual.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” The epitaph escaped before he had the chance to stop it, judging from the titters and giggling this was going to come back and bite him in the ass. He piled his curls in a haphazard bun, using his wand to keep them in place. He cracked his fingers and rolled his shoulders, “Right. Whatever. He’ll just have to make up this class. Mayfield you can inform him he owes me twelve inches on parchment on how effective a flying lesson is when you miss your charms class. We’re going to learn beginner’s wandless charming.”

Without missing a beat he continued the class amidst groaning and chattering. He wasn’t normally this stodgy, preferred to have fun but dammit-

Duurmstrang and Beauxbaton schools were notorious for keeping things so closed. Duurmstrang was an all boy’s school, Beauxbaton was an all girl’s school. There had been talks to make both schools co-Ed, like Hawkins- like Hogwarts before them. Music was one of Eddie’s suggestions to help the schools at least consider it, the mix of boys and girls and everyone in between meant for beautiful music, harmony that could be transferred into every day life. Wouldn’t things have been a lot better if they just opened their minds, their hearts to an alternate form of education?

This was important, and people were trying to railroad him. He didn’t like it. He couldn’t fault Lucas- the boy just wanted acceptance as did they all. He could fault Coach Harrington though, the man had the yearly schedule same as the rest of the faculty, he knew the dates and where everyone would be. Seemed to Eddie that the man was too chickenshit or too arrogant about his place that other’s schedules didn’t seem to matter.

It was only later, after all of Professor Munson’s classes have ended that he was visited by the very last person he wanted to see.

As he charmed the books to float back to their spaces on the bookshelf, the quills to flutter back into their pot on his desk, and the chalkboard to erase itself- he heard the steady tread of Coach Harrington’s sneakers squeaking on his spelled floor.

No one was going to get the drop on Munson any longer.

He heaved a great sigh as soon as the man rounded the corner, the smell of his alluring cologne wafted under his nose and the pissy bitch face he held on full display.

“Twelve inches, Munson. Seriously?”

“I’m sorry, you’re going to have to specify as to what you are referring to,” he shot over his shoulder with an impish grin, “I get confused when inches are involved.”

Went straight over his perfectly coiffed hair. How it stayed artfully messy after being in the air all day was a mystery that Eddie was leery of solving.

“What are you babbling about? I’m talking about Sinclair’s wrongful homework. He had a note, he doesn’t need to be punished for-”

“You made him miss my class,” Eddie leaned over his desk, splaying his fingers wide and balancing on their tips, “for a game.”

Why the oaf was gazing at his hands instead of gracing him with privilege of looking Eddie in the eye as he spoke he would never know, “for more than just a game-”

“Eyes up here, Harrington.”

He honestly enjoyed the baffled sputter a little too much but the man recovered quickly, “Look I get you’re pissed but maybe you could direct all this bitchiness to either the headmaster or your partner instead of at me.”

“I don’t have a partner and even if I did? He’d probably know that I and the choir have been working so hard since the start of the year to perform for the other schools to open up the idea of blended alumni. And that includes Lucas.” Eddie straightened, fire in his eyes at the boiling anger he was feeling, years of being mistreated and pushed aside by the very same calibre of jock that was standing in front of him now, “But you don’t seem to care about that. All you airheads are the same, nothing matters to any of you unless its balls through holes.”

He watched as Coach Harrington’s lips pressed together, mirth danced in his eyes and were his shoulders twitching? Asshole. He seemed to think this was funny.

“And yeah, laugh it up, big boy,” Eddie rolled his eyes, throwing up his hands in pure irritation, “We have worked our asses off this whole year, everyone knows their parts- and then here you come in swinging your big ass broom-”

“My what now?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” Eddie snorted delicately, “you act like everyone will just do whatever you want and fall all over ourselves like you’re charming or something-“

“Oh that’s all you.”

What? And why was he looking at him like that, squinting his puppy dog eyes like Eddie was some kind of toy for him to chew on.

“Right and here I thought we could have an adult conversation-”

“You started cursing not me-”

“Baby when I start cursing you’ll know,” Eddie knew he made a mistake as soon as he said it judging by his sudden shift. Eddie backed up a step, his hand finding his wand tucked inside his worn, denim waistcoat, “You will not do that again, Coach Harrington. I may not be able to do anything about Sinclair missing the most important night for us, but I will not allow my student to miss a class to train for a blasted game. The next time this happens, I’m taking it up with the Headmaster. I expect his parchment by Friday, when he comes back to my class.”

“Look I get that you’re mad, but can’t take it out on a student-”

“No see,” Eddie shook his head, lips thinned in anger, “that’s where you’re wrong. Lucas Sinclair has a voice- weaves beautifully with Mayfield’s- and he could have used it to tell you, ‘this will have to wait until after class’. Yet he didn’t.”

Eddie stared the other man down, he did so enjoy the look of fear and awe on the other’s man’s face. “You both chose a game over something that was important for the future of two other schools, for other students to be nearer to their families in a blended school, but he chose a flying lesson over his enrolled class. Be glad I haven’t given him detention or thrown him out of my class to take again next semester. His home work still stands. You’re dismissed.”

Steve held his hands up, helpless kicked puppy look and Eddie hated the twinge of guilt that he put that look there. Coach Harrington knew what he was doing, thought he could waltz right in and try to win Eddie over with his dazzling smile and his cute jeans-

Stop it. Absolutely not. He even shook his head for emphasis. Dared to watch the back of those cute jeans as they turned to leave his classroom, only to turn ever so slightly at the doorframe-

“Look I know I messed up here, like a lot,” and dear god not only was Eddie treated to the most perfect of rear silhouettes, but now he knew exactly which way Coach Harrington dressed. Nice. “Is there anyway I can make it up to you?”

Oh he wasn’t playing fair. Eddie may be a professor, did a lot of schooling- but to be fairly honest he squeaked the hell by; he honestly wasn’t sure if the coach was fucking with him or not.

Eddie considered his offer, hind brain supplying him with every single thing Coach Harrington could do to unruffled Eddie’s feather before he firmly squashed that down. It wouldn’t do any good to court fantasies about your straight co workers anyway. But still-

“We’ll see. After Friday.”

Steve beamed at him, throwing finger guns of all things before impishly chirping, “it’s a date!”

[sugarbubbleslove]

My Raveclaw is very much an animal lover with the amount of time I have come across stuck animals, tried forever to figure out how to free them.

For example...a stag got stuck in a hole I made (one of the ruins, you need to destroy floorboards to access it). Came across it trying to get out and spent quite a stupid amount of time trying to figure out how to save it (note: wingardium leviosa does not WORK on animals).

Position yourself, cast Leviosa then...depulso.

(Yes, to my horror, it works).

I freed the stag and it ran off.

Then I tried it with the fish that got stuck on the bridge during the quest for the helmet (I think they got there because of the Inferi) and I...accidentally sent one flying into the forest (all I could imagine was someone getting slapped in the face with a flying fish 😭).

I turned the other way and sent the other fish into the lake (I hope)

And I'm very much in love with the idea of my RC!MC trying to save all creatures, and the look on people's faces when an animal is immediately depulsoed onto their path

(And Sebastian is just like...what. the. Fuck? The first time it happens, and she comes out of nowhere, asking if he has seen the animal she accidentally sent in the wrong direction)

[popspoo]

Ok, but au where Sirius and Regulus fight one day before reg fist day in hogwart. Where Sirius says that if reg go to slytherin he will never talk to him ever again. Regulus got really scared and convince the hat to put hin into raveclaw, at first he thought that it would be great, his parents would not be that mad and Sirius still be talking to him. But he after he realized that he will never fell him in there. He needs to change himself to fit in, never being able to do things that he like, never being able to make friends.

Isso just too sad

[ronnonon]

Kings have Honour: Raveclaws

Soldiers have Bravery: Gryffindor

Poets have Heart: Hufflepuff

All I have is Rage: Slytherin