#ravenclaw thunderbird

[ladymary1994]

Saiba mais sobre as casas de Ilvermorny!

O mais novo spin-off de Sobrevivendo em Hogwarts se passa em Ilvermorny, e desde que foi revelado o nome e a história da escola de magia americana, os fãs de Harry Potter não pararam de teorizar a respeito da dinâmica das casas, suas características e paralelos com as de Hogwarts. E se você é daqueles que quer saber tudo sobre essa escola e quer mais detalhes das casas de Ilvermorny, continue conosco!

Inaugurada no século XVII, Ilvermorny se inspirou bastante em Hogwarts, pois seus fundadores foram impedidos de frequentar a escola, por circunstâncias distintas: James Steward era trouxa, jamais iria; Isolt Sayre passou anos trancada pela cruel tia Gormlaith Gaunt, que não permitiu que a jovem frequentasse a escola; e os irmãos Chadwick e Webster Boot eram órfãos e se viajassem para a Inglaterra, poderiam ser usados por Gormlaith para atrair Isolt. O sistema de casas foi uma dessas “cópias”, embora os de Ilvermorny tenham achado melhor batizar as suas em homenagem aos animais nativos em vez de usarem seus próprios nomes (dois deles ainda disseram que era “ridículo”, imagina os criadores de Hogwarts vendo isso). A quantidade é a mesma, quatro, porque as duas escolas foram fundadas pelo mesmo número de pessoas.

PUKWUDGIE: fundada por James Steward, representa o coração, favorece os curandeiros. Esta casa foi criada por um trouxa (ou, como os americanos chamam, nomaj), o que a torna única no mundo bruxo e extremamente popular entre os alunos descendentes de não-mágicos que ingressam na escola. Os Pukwudgies podem não ser os mais inteligentes e talentosos, mesmo assim, ainda se destacam por serem apaixonados pelo que fazem e se esforçarem ao máximo para conseguir algo. Eles também são amorosos, compassivos, autênticos e irreverentes, ainda que um certo pukwudgie que trabalha na escola se destaque pelo seu mau-humor. Além disso, gostam de ajudar as pessoas e têm a mente aberta.

HORNED SERPENT (Serpente Chifruda): fundada por Isolt Sayre, representa a mente, favorece os estudiosos. Esta casa é a que mais se aproxima de ter correspondente em Hogwarts, já que Isolt, sua fundadora, sempre admirou a Corvinal e queria pertencer a esta casa se fosse para a escola britânica. Mas o seu animal símbolo é um tipo de serpente mágica, o que a liga à Sonserina, que também é outra casa que valoriza o intelecto. Os Serpents não são apenas estudiosos, eles também são bastante criativos, curiosos, dedicados, observadores e estrategistas.

WAMPUS (Pumaruna): fundada por Webster Boot, representa o corpo, favorece os guerreiros. Webster foi o único dos fundadores que retornou para a Grã-Bretanha, ele se tornou auror de aluguel e um de seus descendentes, Terry, foi membro da armada de Dumbledore. Mais uma prova de que os Wampus não conseguem ficar parados por muito tempo e estão sempre em busca de ação. Nos tempos atuais, não há tanta necessidade dos Wampus se envolverem em guerras, ainda assim, eles seguem comprando briga, para defender o que acreditam ser o certo. Muitos canalizam seu lado guerreiro para o esporte, onde sempre são bastante competitivos e também são leais, determinados, valentes, ativos e fortes, embora eles valorizem mais o físico do que a mente.

THUNDERBIRD (Pássaro-Trovão): fundada por Chadwick Boot, representa a alma, favorece os aventureiros. Chadwick é o único fundador que deixou descendência bruxa na América. Ele também se destacou como duelista e escritor. Uma de suas obras ainda é usada pelos alunos de Ilvermorny na atualidade, o Feitiços de Chadwick. Eles são os que mais rivalizam com os Serpents no quesito inteligência, embora gostem mais da vida fora da sala de aula. Isso mostra que os Thunderbirds apreciam muito a liberdade. Eles também são ousados, corajosos, audaciosos, ambiciosos, adoram desafios, descobrir coisas novas e explorar novas possibilidades. Volta e meia, alguns Thunderbirds batem de frente com uns colegas da Wampus, muito por conta dos alunos das duas casas serem meio geniosos e não darem o braço a torcer. De qualquer forma, a rivalidade deles não chega aos pés da que há entre grifinórios e sonserinos.

O processo de seleção é bem diferente de Hogwarts: os alunos entram em uma sala, onde devem se colocar acima de um símbolo do nó górdio desenhado no chão. Lá, eles devem esperar que as estátuas mágicas do pukwudgie, pumaruna, pássaro trovão e serpente chifruda se manifestem. Quando quer o estudante, o pukwudgie levanta sua flecha, a pumaruna ruge, o pássaro trovão bate as asas e o cristal que fica na testa da serpente chifruda se acende. Pode acontecer de mais de uma estátua indicar interesse no aluno, neste caso, é o estudante que decide a casa para onde irá.

Depois, há outra seleção, na qual o aluno recebe sua primeira varinha. Apesar de ser permitido comprar em uma loja, passar por esta cerimônia é uma tradição na vida dos ilvermornianos. Eles podem escolher uma de sua preferência ou se deixar ser escolhido por uma varinha.

Ilvermorny já apareceu na segunda temporada de Sobrevivendo em Hogwarts, através de suas representantes no campeonato interescolar de bexigas. O time era formado exclusivamente por garotas, o que não foi intencional, e apesar de serem talentosas no esporte, foram eliminadas na primeira fase, pois o nível do campeonato era bastante elevado. Inclusive, uma das garotas do time tem parentesco próximo com uma das personagens principais de Ilvermorny: a víbora e a vidente.

E o Instituto de Bruxas de Salém? É, ele foi mencionado em Harry Potter e o Cálice de Fogo, e durante muitos anos, os fãs acreditaram que esta era a escola mágica dos Estados Unidos. No entanto, o Instituto é apenas uma associação feminina, voltada para ensinar boas maneiras às jovens bruxas e prepará-las para a vida na sociedade. Muitas recém-formadas vão para lá logo que concluem os estudos, pois em Salém elas encontram uma boa rede de apoio para se desenvolver, fazer contatos e conseguir melhores empregos.

Atualmente, Ilvermorny é a maior escola mágica da América do Norte, e apesar de já existirem escolas para bruxos no Canadá e no México, muitos estudantes desses países permanecem frequentando Ilvermorny. Os outros colégios ainda são muito recentes, e Ilvermorny tem muito mais prestígio, credibilidade e está consolidada, não só no continente, como também no mundo inteiro. Tanto que no início da sétima temporada, é revelado que Percy e Audrey Weasley decidiram mandar sua filha mais nova, Lucy, para esta escola, ao invés dela concluir sua formação em Hogwarts. Eles fizeram isso por acreditar que seria uma boa chance para a garota rever seus conceitos e dar uma nova guinada em sua vida. Mas será que Lucy saberá aproveitar? Para descobrir, e de quebra, saber ainda mais sobre essa escola, recomendo começar a leitura de Ilvermorny: a víbora e a vidente o quanto antes!

[loganparker]

Ilvernmorny School Witchcraft and Wizardry

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

I’ve always liked Ravenclaw. I used to think I’d be one if I were a witch until I actually took the official house quiz and got sorted into hufflepuff. Both houses are cool though, they’ve got that sort of an underdog vibe going on.

I know I also took the patronus quiz and the ilvermony house one. I think I got thunderbird for the ilvermony one, and a dolphin patronus.

Oh, I've got some fun stories about House quizzes.

I think I may have told this story before, but when my Mom took a version of the House quiz (it was from another site, but it compiled all of the Pottermore questions) she ended up getting a pretty even split down the middle, 51% Badger, and 49% Eagle. She later admitted that there was one question where she knew, she could tell which answer correlated to which House, and she deliberately chose Hufflepuff over Ravenclaw, because "having to get past that Knocker every time would be a pain in the ass." I told her that was the most Ravenclaw thing I'd ever heard.

Indeed, they are the underdog Houses! It's funny that you say you got Thunderbird, because so did I! At least on my first attempt. I can't remember if I ever went back and redid the Quiz again, but I remember being so surprised. Not complaining, mind you, as Thunderbirds are beautiful. (Love Frank, we stan Frank in this house, end of story) but I was totally expecting to get Pukwudgie. It never even crossed my mind that I'd get anything else, because I've always been a "Healer" by nature.

So here's another funny story. Among my friends, I am infamous for my dork powers, and everyone knows I'm the one to ask if you've got a question about Harry Potter, or Shakespeare for that matter. (Among my fellow Thespians, the majority of them dislike or don't get Shakespeare. They are unenlightened but I still love them.) And one night, at like, past midnight, I see that I have a missed call from a friend of mine. I listen to the voicemail, and I can only assume that she had just taken The Ilvermorny Sorting Quiz, because the voicemail went like this: "Blair. I know it's late. But what the fuck is a Pukwudgie??"

[official-ilvermorny]

is wampus house the same as gryffindor

All of the Ilvermorny and Hogwarts House have some crossover. For example, many Gryffindors tend to be warriors, since they are suited to bold and courageous (and sometimes reckless) acts.

However, they are not directly parallel. For example, a Wampus can be ambitious and adaptable like a Slytherin, or hardworking and consistent like a Hufflepuff. Likewise, a Gryffindor can have a strong sense of spirituality like many Thunderbirds, or they can be studious and intellectual like Horned Serpents.

It all just depends on the individual!

~Selwyn

[alunaloverworld]

My Hogwart House and Illveromorny House

Hufflepuff

I'm a Hufflepuff because I'm patient when it comes to people and myself. I have a strong sense of justice by trying to do things right instead of wrong. I do a lot of hard work by doing things that are hard to do and showing I'm hard work.

Gryffindor

I'm a gryffindor because I'm courageous doing things I'm afraid of and to become a better person by facing my fears. I'm also short tempered as I can easily get angry at things. I can also be reckless like doing things that I don't do or spending things.

Ravenclaw

I'm a ravenclaw because I'm imaginative when it comes to storytelling. Can be weird because I have an interest of subject that I watch, read, write and talk about. I like to learn new things and have some wisdom of knowledge based on a particular subject but only the subject that I'm interest and like.

Thunderbird

I'm a thunderbird because I like to travel to places that are new or anything new and do some soul searching of myself knowing my identity. I defy expectations of myself by giving high or low expectations of myself based on how I'm good at things on my pace. I also break boundaries to others by breaking the rules and freedom sometimes I allow space and freedom to others and don't expect to be forced.

[boxdstars]

Meet Natsai and Amara's Kids!

Annalise 🗡️

Annalise Onai-Ambrose, is the spitting image of pride and perfection. Feminine, professional, and cold — she wears the whole “my father will hear about this” shtick with pride. Shes a Thunderbird at Ilvermorny, gunning to be Head Girl. Being the eldest child of two highly regarded aurors practically running the show at MACUSA earns her that right. 

Annalise is more cordial with her adoptive mothers, having been adopted in her early teens she didn’t have the close knit bond her younger brother developed with them. She is tactical and carries the same love for dueling so long as she doesn’t make too much of a mess. To herself that is. She can also perform wandless magic. 

Natsai has always tried to care for her daughter, but there seems to be a tension. Amara is mostly absent, too busy with work. That’s not to say she doesn’t care, she does. But it’s hard. Annalise understands though, she knows her mothers are out there trailblazing a path for her to have the spotlight. That’s how she sees it. 

Louis 🪄

Louis Onai-Ambrose is the younger of the two. Adopted at the age of 6, he’s had a lot of time to flourish under the earlier years of Amara (and to a much lesser extent, Nat’s) control of MACUSA. He’s developed the Ambrose-typical knack for Occlumency making him impervious to anyone willing to peer into his mind which happens more than you’d reckon. 

Kind, resilient and generally lighthearted, Louis makes his mark as a remarkable wizard come just past the turn of the century. He is a Wampus in Ilvermorny just as Amara was. He is the thread that keeps his family afloat — even if he doesn’t know it. His optimism is a shining beacon of light in a Wizarding World about to enter its biggest war. 

He’s the only person to survive accidently witnessing Amara shift and survive unscathed (Natsai being an Animagi is exempt). It was an accident, and yet somehow he survived. Maybe his mother knew not to hurt him. In any case, they don’t talk about it. But Louis’ boggart has been werewolves ever since. 

Notes: 

Louis was 11 when Annalise was adopted at 14.

Louis would be a Hufflepuff, Annalise a Ravenclaw. The family of four represents each house. 

Anna becomes the MACUSA Executioner, whereas Lou becomes a renowned magical portrait artist — even teaching art electives at all sorts of Magical institutions.

[mrsvalbaker]

{{{{Emily Halliwell

Emily Serena Halliwell

Mother, Monica Halliwell (nee Chandler) is an American pure-blood witch from Ipswich, Massachusetts. She was born in a matriarchal witch family, the Chandlers are Salem descendants, her mother Hazel Chandler is a pure-blood heiress, an aurologist and owns a luxury crystal business for non-maj and magical community, and a travelling socialite. She is very independent and never desired marriage but children, and chose her lover, a curse-breaker pure-blood, Spellman Goldstein, cousins to Tina and Queenie Goldstein. He is adventurous man who travels all over and loves women and liquor, he's good natured but never desired to be a husband or father, but he's in love with the spirited and independent, Hazel Chandler and agreed to giving her three children. Together they had Monica, Lorelei, and Amanda. He gives them money and gifts and sometimes shows up, but lisn't much of a father, just how Hazel likes it.

Monica was a Thunderbird at Ilvermorny and top of her class, she excelled at every subject.

After graduation she went to no-maj second education, getting a bachelor's in Anthropology at Harvard University, then went to Oxford University to get a bachelor's in Arts and Humanities, she lived with her Great Aunt Zelda who was always busy so she had the townhouse to herself. She took ballet classes as well as acting, she loved the muggle world and had to know everything about everything. Her Humanities professor, the handsome and popular, Dr. Darren Halliwell was intrigued by the mysterious American beauty, he's a viscount of Cotswolds as well, and tried to ignore how he felt about his favorite student, but eventually late nights happened and they couldn't resist each other.

They were serious for years and moved in together after dating for two years, after two years she told him she's a witch and he still loved her, when she was 34 and he was 44 they married despite his family being against it, and she became the Viscountess of Cotswolds.

She became a potioneer, alchemist, and Magical physician. They lived together at his manor in Cotswolds, she opened up a new age shop called The Bell, Booke, and Candle, for muggles, and for the wizarding community, in Diagon Alley, she opened up a sort of an apothecary called The White Cauldron.

They eventually had their daughter Emily.

At their home, Monica has a black goat called Lucifer, her own familiar a black cat named Grimalkin, her screech owl Lilith, a jackalope called Hy-Brasil, Darren has his white bavarian shepherd named Mayerling they all love and protects the home.

Emily has a black and red fox, named Salem, a vampire bat called Pyewacket, and a two white bunnies named, Lancelot and Tristan.

Emily is very good with creatures magical and non magical, same for plants.

She also has a knack for potions and divination is strong with her, she's a very traditional witch.

Emily can speak to animals

She's also good at wandcraft she made her own out of a jackalope horn given to her by her grandfather Spellman Goldstein, from a pet jackalope of his that passed, she used the nail of a werewolf for the core given to her by her Aunt Mandy who had a female werewolf love that gave it to her, and it's twelve inches, carved pagan symbols and vines into the wood and sprinkled crushed dust from Amethyst in it. The wand is best at healing, divination, curses, and jinxes.

She's a Hufflepuff but was almost a ravenclaw

She celebrates the pagan holidays

She worships the goddesses

Emily brings muggle things to school like her phone and airpods and hides them behind her hair

It drives Theo crazy when he calls her name and she can't hear him and he blames the muggles for it

Despite her blood status and house, Emily's friends are mainly in Slytherin.

In third year, Lavender Brown was teasing Pansy for being a lesbian, and Emily told Lavender off, and she snapped and gave her a burning jinx which she got detention for and house points deductions, but she didn't regret it and showed no remorse. She told Pansy that her aunt is a lesbian and told her she has her back, Pansy and her became best friends instantly.

The Slytherin boys shockingly took to Emily quickly learning she defended her quickly, despite everything. They liked that Emily didn't judge them.

Theodore was practically in love with Emily since first year, he doesn't have a good reason just that she intrigues him and she's beautiful, and the more he watched her the more he loved her, and when Cedric Diggory tried to cheat on Cho with Emily in fourth year, he sent him off the Astronomy Tower...he almost died....almost.

Emily always had a crush on Theodore Nott, who wouldn't? He's hot as fuck, she heard he's half Italian and fluent, and when she became apart of the snake pit she found out it was true, he's also brooding and has a hard time to open up like some romantic character from the books she reads. He's like Heathcliff.

He doesn't ever take to anyone new, but he took to her as soon as Pansy introduced her, they found that they could talk about anything together, he listened to her random ramblings about selkies, or new "movies" and "tv shows", she shared her music with him and because he doesn't speak much and she speaks a lot, it was just perfect.

When he started calling her Italian terms of endearment, she was a definite goner and no man could compare, she wanted Theodore Dante Nott more than anyone in the word.

[ilguna]

☼ transfer student (Hermione Granger) ☼

summary; you're a transfer student from ilvermorny, and as soon as you figure out they have quidditch at hogwarts, you know you have to join.

warnings; swearing, death mention.

wc; 3.9k

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“Welcome to Hogwarts, (Y/n).” Professor McGonagall says with a smile. 

“Thank you, Professor.”

“We usually sort students at the beginning of the year during the start-of-term banquet, but Headmaster Dumbledore agreed to let you join in the middle of the year. I was told that you’d been sorted into the Thunderbird house at Ilvermorny, however you’ll need to be sorted again for Hogwarts.”

“Sounds good.” You smile.

She nods, “I’m sure you understand the way the sorting works, how you’re only allowed into your own House’s dormitory?”

“Yes, I was a fifth year.”

“Of course. The four Houses here are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each House has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your House points, while any rulebreaking will lose House points. At the end of the year, the House with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor.” She pauses for a moment, allowing the information to sink in. “The Sorting Ceremony will take place in front of the whole school.”

You nod, smoothing out the skirt you were instructed to wear. She holds up her hand, turning away to go inside of the Great Hall. You catch a glimpse of two rows of tables inside, full of students of all ages. Your stomach flutters, remembering that you’ll have to make all new friends.

The ones you made back home in Ilvermorny were nice. You begged your mom not to move you from the school, because you didn’t want to feel like a first year again. She told you that the choice isn’t even left up to her, or your dad. Her job needed her relocated, and she couldn’t say no. If she could’ve let you stay, she would’ve, but you would be too far away from her in an emergency.

You know she feels guilty, so you’ve been trying to give her the benefit of the doubt ever since you brought it up. The last thing she wants is to move to a country she doesn’t know very well, either. She thinks that moving will do you all some good, though. She said it opens up a lot of possibilities for vacation spots. You didn’t laugh.

While you have a minute to yourself, you smooth out your hair, straighten the black leggings, roll up the sleeves of your turtleneck sweater. The weather here so far is horribly cold, and as much as it reminds you of home, you were hoping there’d be some warmth to Hogwarts.

Your mom told you that you should receive a robe and matching outfits with the rest of your house as soon as you’re sorted. If not, you need to send an owl to her so she can figure it out for you. The last thing she wants is for you to look and feel out of place. You love her to death.

The door opens again, and this time, there are a few heads turned your way. You step out of view, feeling the heat creeping into your face. You’re not sure why it matters to you, considering you’ll be walking through the middle of the rows in any minute, but letting them see you early feels wrong somehow.

Professor McGonagall gives you a smile, “You may follow me, Miss (L/n).”

She holds the door open for you to step inside of the Great Hall. You fight the embarrassed expression that wants to take over your face, now that you see just how many students are in here. And most—no, all of them are looking at you right now. Including the teachers at the other end of the Hall.

You avoid any eye contact, letting her come in front of you to lead you to the front of the room. While you walk, you take in your surroundings, where you’ll be spending some of your time. There are thousands of candles floating in the air over the entire room. You can see four long tables, with gold plates and cutlery. When you look up further, you can see that the ceiling is bewitched to be a starry night sky.

From what you can tell, the House colors are green, yellow, red and blue. The tables are occupied by hundreds of students, and yet, none of them are allowed to intermix and sit with one another. That’s new. In Ilvermorny, you’re encouraged to make friends outside of your House to make sure that there’s unity among the students.

You have a similar game to the House points, but something’s telling you that it’s healthier than what they might be playing. You wonder how you’ll know how many points are in your house at any given time. Are you told the amount taken and what’s leftover? Or is there a specific area dedicated to this?

What you do know for sure, is that you shouldn’t have been told about this. You love winning a good game of anything. You’ll kiss ass to get points, if that’s what it takes. Hogwarts will never have a better contender than you.

Professor McGonagall brings you to the stage at the top of the hall, where there’s another long table, just for the teachers. They’re an interesting variety, you’ll say that for sure. You can’t imagine they can be any worse than half the professors back home. In all honesty, they might be bad, but you never dreaded going to their classes like you did in muggle primary school.

You’re instructed to turn around and face your peers. Your eyes widen slightly, not wanting to do this part. You don’t know any of these people, and they’re likely staring at you as if you’re an animal out of the zoo. You don’t want to face their judgement while you get sorted. Usually the older students aren’t even in sight when you get sorted in Ilvermorny.

Your eyes pan around the teacher area while you can before you turn around, trying to find the statues, or where they’ll come from at least. You don’t find anything of significance, so you try and find the seal on the ground, afraid that you’ve overstepped where you’re supposed to be. The floor is just hardwood, though.

How are you supposed to get sorted without the statues? 

You take a deep breath and turn around to face the students of Hogwarts. There’s a lot of faces, boys and girls, with different emotions on their faces. Excitement and confusion are the most prominent. You think you see a few people lean over, going to whisper to their friends.

Then, a stool is placed in front of you. You look at McGonagall, even more confused on how this works. Will the students choose you? What about House ambition? You watch her place a pointed wizard hat on the stool in front of you. Your mouth falls open, and you quickly shut it. It’s a disgusting hat, really. It’s patched, frayed and quite frankly, dirty. Are you expected to put that on your head?

No one speaks for a long couple of seconds. You turn your head to look at Professor McGonagall, unsure about this. Out of the corner of your eye, the hat twitches. You return your attention to it, waiting for what’s next to come. A rip near the brim opens wide like a mouth, and the hat begins to sing.

“Oh, you may not think I’m pretty, But don’t judge on what you see, I’ll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I’m the Hogwarts Sorting Hat, And I can cap them all. There’s nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can’t see. So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryffindor, Where  dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindor apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, If you’re a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind; Or perhaps in Slytherin You’ll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means To achieve their ends. So put me on! Don’t be afraid! And don’t get in a flap! You’re in safe hands (though I have none) For I’m a Thinking Cap!”

You have no chance to react to the hat before the whole Great Hall breaks into applause. You stare at it as it bows to each of the house tables before returning to stillness. If you’re being honest, you don’t understand.

In Ilvermorny, you’re told to stand in the middle of a Gordian Knot on the floor in the center of the entrance hall. There’s four wooden statues that represent each of the houses on the outside facing in. There’s the Horned Serpent, Pukwedgie, Thunderbird, and Wampus. And if a house wants you, then it’ll react. For you, it was the Thunderbird, and the statue had beat its wings. Rarely, a student will get selected by several statues, never all four. In that case, you get to choose which House you want to join. 

The other difference is the fact that you’re standing in front of your peers. When you were sorted, the older students watched quietly on a balcony from above to not disturb those who were having an important moment. And then when you entered the other Hall, a wand would choose you. It’s a good thing that you get to keep yours from Ilvermorny, you can’t imagine how they figure it out here.

Professor McGonagall clears her throat, “Ladies and gentlemen, this is Miss (Y/n) (L/n), she’s in her fifth year. She’s a transfer student from the North American Wizardry Academy, Ilvermorny. She’s going to be sorted.”

You smile meekly, still avoiding eyes.

“Miss (L/n), please put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted.” She says.

You hate this, actually. You would prefer to get sorted again and again back home if it meant that you wouldn’t have to do this. There’s more students at Ilvermorny than at Hogwarts, you did the research, but the entire population wasn’t staring at you as you got sorted.

You pick up the dingy hat from the stool, carefully taking a seat on the stool. You close your eyes when you put the hat on, crinkling your nose slightly. You quickly straighten your face.

You almost jump three feet in the air when the voice speaks in your ear, “Thunderbird, eh? That’s a noble house to be from.”

“It’s for adventurers.” You think.

“Adventurers.” The hat echos, “Interesting. Thunderbirds are typically Slytherin, however…” The voice trails off, maybe it’s thinking. “You’re different. Let’s put you in Gryffindor!”

You can hear a table explode into applause and excitement. You pull the hat off of your head, and set it on the stool. When you look at Professor McGonagall, she’s got her hand out in the direction of the red table, on the far left. You smooth out your skirt in the back before heading toward the table.

A few students are standing up in the middle, motioning for you to join them. They’re all smiling faces, friendly from what you can tell. If they aren’t, you’ll handle it. The students at Ilvermorny can be cruel too, and a lot worse than Hogwarts, you can imagine.

A girl with brown hair and hazel brown eyes greets you with a wide grin. “I’m Hermione Granger, welcome to Gryffindor.”

“I’m Ron Weasley.” A red haired boy with freckles says. He pats you on the shoulder, and your eyes slide past him to a pair of twins that are remarkably similar to Ron Weasley. You’re about to say something stupid like, “Triplets?” When it dawns on you that they’re older. They have to be brothers.

And finally, a boy with lots of dark hair and green eyes gives you a wince of a smile, “Harry Potter.”

You let out a laugh, realizing why he winced like that. You vaguely recognize his name, something about his parents being killed by a certain dark wizard here, but he survived somehow. He must be insanely popular in the wizarding world here, if he’s reacting like that. As if you’re going to have a sudden outburst of excitement.

“Oh, don’t worry, we have plenty of celebrities at Ilvermorny.” You smile, tucking your skirt beneath you as you go to sit down next to him. “I won’t scream and jump up and down—unless you want me to?”

“Please, don’t.” He breathes, sitting too.

“Sounds good to me.”

—

“Hermione, please tell me that this won’t take long.” You watch her face carefully, she makes a face, holding up her book.

“Why do you think I have my study book?”

You stop where you’re walking in the grass to stare at her. She doesn’t care, she continues heading forward, going toward the large stand dawned in a red flag.

“(Y/n), we’re already late, can you yell at me when we’re up there?” She asks, disappearing through the doorway.

You chew the inside of your cheek, but continue after her. You follow her through the doorway, and up the endless amount of stairs. You think she’s trying to torture you, because you didn’t want to study with her yesterday. That’s all she does though, it’s a wonder why she wasn’t placed in Ravenclaw.

It didn’t take long for you to blend in with the rest of the students. Well, the Gryffindor ones at least. They’re not too different from the Thunderbird House back home, so you feel right at home. Sometimes, though, you find yourself in the mean blonde haired boy in Slytherin, named Draco.

You can see why the hat was so torn between Gryffindor and Slytherin, because you could belong there, but you’d never last. 

At the top of the stairs, you’re gasping for air through your nose and your mouth, trying to restore the oxygen that was stolen from you. There’s entirely way too many stairs here. You’re used to a large campus at Ilvermorny, not quite the whole up and down thing at Hogwarts, like the damn moving stairs. Those are straight out of one of your nightmares.

And apparently, they’re not even an acceptable reason for being late. You learned that one the hard way.

Hermione’s already sitting at one of the benches by the time you’ve caught your breath and decided that you’ll join her after all. She’s got her book across her lap, feather in hand, ink next to her on the bench. This means that it’s not her first time coming here… to do what exactly?

“Alright, will I get an explanation from you before I start yelling?”

“No, you’ll have to wait.” She says, patting the seat next to her.

You purse your lips, squinting at her. You still go over to sit down, but cross your arms and stare ahead. It’s a field of some sort, and there’s three large hoops on either end of the field, but they’re so far up in the air that it’d be impossible to reach from the ground unless the object is bewitched. The stands are positioned at this height for a reason. They kind of remind you of football posts, with how open it is. 

You open your mouth, tired of several minutes of silence, with the exception of her feather scratching along the paper. Suddenly, a gush of air blows your hair clear into your face, and surely into Hermione. You can hear her papers try to rip right off the book.

“What the—” You begin, flinging the hair out of your face.

You’re met with the sight of what you think are students on brooms, but you can’t tell because they’re blurred. You can make out red, for Gryffindor, and yellow, for Hufflepuff. As for who are on the brooms, is a completely new story.

“Is this some sort of sport?” You ask, getting up and beginning to walk down the benches to the first row.

“It’s called quidditch. They don’t have it in America?”

“Uh—no.” You mutter, leaning over the side to see who’s flying in the air. “Not that I know of.”

You squint, searching to find Harry’s dark hair, and three redheads. One of which is grinning at you cheekily, who looks strikingly like Ron. You tell yourself that he’s going to get it later in the common room. You’ll strangle him to death for messing up your hair after spending so long on it.

The game has started, it seems. The smile disappears from Ron’s face, suddenly serious and focused on what’s going on. You can’t make it out, they’re all whizzing around, until you see a ball, and then another. They’re moving erratically, and the students are ducking out of the way, another one of them hits the ball, sending it to the other side of the field.

You can’t help the smile that comes over your face. You stand there for fifteen minutes, unmoving, studying the way they hit the balls, chase after them, and earn points. One of them gets knocked in the head, and all they do is straighten their helmet and return to the game.

“Are you going to sit down?” Hermione asks with a laugh.

“What if I miss something?”

“We could be here for hours, (Y/n). The game ends when they catch the snitch.”

You turn to her, “What’s a snitch?”

“It’s a small golden ball, it’s like a hummingbird. It’s nearly impossible to catch, that’s why they need talented seekers.”

“Seekers.” You echo, “Well, who are the seekers out there?”

“Harry’s the Gryffindor seeker.” 

“And Ron?”

“Ron’s the keeper, he keeps the balls from going through the hoops.”

Now that you’re thinking about it, you’re sure that America has a team. They just don’t have quidditch at Ilvermorny, probably because that defies the whole unity thing and it’ll create issues between Houses. Here, though, it doesn’t matter, because everyone loathes each other, anyway.

It’s cool, and a sure way to get yourself hurt. That’s why there’s a hospital here, so they can heal you here instead of shipping you back home. You’re not sure how your parents will feel about something so dangerous, but you’ll just tell them it makes you happy, and they’ll shut up.

“Do they have a girls team?” You ask.

“Professionally? Of course they do.” Hermione smiles.

You shake your head, “No, here, at Hogwarts. Is there a separate girls team? I’m not seeing any girls out there.”

“Oh, no.” She says, setting her feather down, “They normally just play together. Angelina Jognson is out there, she’s the Gryffindor captain.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” You ask, excitement bubbling in your throat, “How do I get in?”

“Well, it’s too late to get in this year, I think. Tryouts were around October, and the first game was against Slytherin in November. This is our second game, and our third will be in May with Ravenclaw.”

“You only have three official games?” Your face twists, “What do they do for the rest of the year?”

“Practice.” She shrugs.

“Practice.” You mock, turning around to face the game again. “You said the captain was Angelina Johnson?”

“(Y/n), I don’t think they’re going to let you tryout this late.”

“The worst she can say is no.” You tell Hermione, “But I can be pretty convincing.”

—

“No.” Angelina tells you. She’s turned away, polishing the leather of her quidditch uniform. “It’s too late for you to join.”

“I’m not saying I want to join in the middle of the season, but I would like to try out to see what it’s like.” You sit on the bench. Their version of a locker room is a tent with a few lockers and a chalkboard. You’d hate to see the inside after it’s rained.

“Tryouts will be in October next year.”

“Yeah, but everyone will have an advantage. I’m just a transfer student.”

She pauses for a second, and then turns to you with a twisted face. “Doesn’t Ilvermorny have quidditch?”

“No, we don’t. I don’t even know how we have teams.”

She makes a face, thinking about it. She wipes some of the polish with a rag, before hanging the uniform in her locker. You can see a piece of red tape at the top of the inside of the door, with her name written on in neat handwriting. You guess it makes for an easy clean up when she graduates and they elect a new captain.

She lets out a sigh, “You’re lucky I told the team to stick around because we need to have a meeting.”

You sit up, “Is that a yes?”

“It’s only for an hour.” She holds up her finger. “Find a uniform that fits, take a spare broom, and meet me out on the field. We’ll see what you can do, and if I think we can shape you up, I’ll give you a chance during the Ravenclaw game.”

“Yes!” You cheer, getting to your feet, “You won’t regret it, I promise.”

“I hope not.” She mutters, “You have fifteen minutes.”

From the second she steps out of the tent, you’re scurrying around to find a uniform that fits. It’s fairly easy, you pull it on, tighten the straps, put on knee pads, and the shin covers. You fix the boots to make them more comfortable. There’s an extra broom along the wall that you take. 

You take a deep breath, calming yourself, before you leave the tent, a smirk on your face. Hermione thought you had no chance against Angelina. Mainly because she can be strict, especially when it comes to quidditch. Fortunately, you figured out a long time ago that people have soft spots, and you just need to target them.

“(Y/n)?” You hear Ron shout. You give him a wave. “What are you doing?”

“Trying quidditch.” You wiggle your eyebrows, “I was curious.”

Angelina quickly cuts off your conversation by launching into rules and explanations. What you can and can’t do on the field. What each position means. What the balls are meant for, and how many points they can score. You let her explain all of this, taking in as much information as you can. 

After that, you find yourself on the broom, hundreds of feet in the air, practicing with your friends. Angelina wants you to do a number of tasks so she can properly assess your skill level, where you can improve, and your potential in the future. You dodge, hit and catch. You communicate with your friends, and people you’ve just met. 

You can tell by the look on her face that she wants to accept you. She’s already pulled the twins aside three times to talk to them. And each time, she’s got her eyes on you while she speaks. In the meantime, you fly over to Hermione, where she sits without her study set.

“No longer studying?” You tease.

Her face turns a gentle shade of red, “I couldn’t focus.”

“Why?” You raise your eyebrows, already knowing what she’s going to say.

“You.” She admits. “You’re fun to watch. Harry and Ron are different.”

“That’s not the only reason.” You smile.

“You don’t know that.” 

[bungou-gay-d0gs]

bsd character’s hogworts houses imo with no explanations:

(disclaimer: i don’t really know shit about actual hp canon cuz i only fuck with the maraurders fandom)

FUCK JKR

dazai - slytherin

kunikida - gryffindor

atsushi - gryffindor

ranpo - ravenclaw

yosano - ravenclaw

junichiro- hufflepuff

kyoyka - slytherin

fukuzawa- ravenclaw

katai - ravenclaw

chuuya - gryffindor

akutagawa - slytherin

mori - slytherin

higuchi - hufflepuff

tachihara - gryffindor

hirotsu- slytherin

odasaku - gryffindor

gin - slytherin

kouyou - slytherin

kyuusaku - hufflepuff

ango - ravenclaw

verlaine - ravenclaw

rimbaud - hufflepuff

adam - gryffindor

fyodor- slytherin

sigma - ravenclaw

nikolai - hufflepuff

bram - ravenclaw

fukuchi - slytherin

teruko - gryffindor

jouno - slytherin

tetchou - gryffindor

bonus: the guild as the american school houses:

(i never really watch fantastic beasts so i had to do outside research for this one because i had to commit to the bit)

francis - wampus

alcott - horned serpent

poe - horned serpent

twain - thunderbird

steinbeck - wampus

lovecraft - horned serpent

lucy - pukwudgie

hawthorne - pukwudgie

(the american school house names are so terrible)

[mamalunawolf]

Garreth fans

In the game. I had to start over. In thunderbird for Magic awakened. But this scene for the first season of beaters, bludgers, and broomsticks. You get a few voicelines from the players.

Spoilers

And Ravenclaw Quidditch player in particular sounded familiar. Is this Garreth or am I tripping?

The following tags is going to be the few who are Weasley fans just like me. If I didn’t tag. Please reply to let me know.

@cuffmeinblack @rypnami @blueraineshadows

Ladies please tell me I’m not losing it.

[themanirealityshifter]

✨🌟💫Golden Trio DR💫🌟✨

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<{ • First Name: Mars • }> <{ • Middle Name: Fynn • }> <{ • Last Name: Black • }> <{ • Nickname(s): None • }> <{ • Age: 16 • }>

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<{ • Pronouns: He/Him • }> <{ • Gender Identity: Genderfluid TransGuy • }> <{ • Romantic Orientation: Gay Demiromantic • }> <{ • Sexual Orientation: Gay Fraysexual • }> <{ • Other Orientations: Ambiamorous; Homoqueerplatonic • }>

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<{ • Parent(s): Sirius Black and Remus Lupin • }> <{ • Sibling(s): None • }> <{ • Other Family Member(s): Harry Potter (god-brother)(cousin); Draco Malfoy (cousin); Other Unnamed Family Members • }> <{ • GodParent(s): James Potter and Peter Pettigrew • }> <{ • Partner(s): Trevor Garrick • }> <{ • Best Friend(s): Harry Potter; Hermione Granger; Ron Weasley; Fred Weasley; George Weasley; Ginny Weasley; Luna Lovegood; Draco Malfoy • }> <{ • Friend(s): None • }> <{ • Dormmates: Trevor Garrick; Draco Malfoy; Blaise Zabini; Freddie Lilac • }>

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<{ • Hogwarts House: Slytherin • }> <{ • Wand Type: Hawthorn, 11”, and Thunderbird Tail Feather • }> <{ • Abilities: Expert at Legilimency • }>

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<{ • Description: Wavy Black Hair (wolfcut, i use it sm i know, but i love it); Black eyes; Lean, muscular body; Top and Bottom surgery scars; Several scars all over body; Oval face; Sharper jawline • }> <{ • Style: sweatshirts and sweatpants; baggy jeans; converse sneakers; flowy black and white shirts; lots of jewelry (rings in particular); tons of piercings • }> <{ • Positive Trait(s): Intelligent; Sarcastic; Good memory; Witty; Funny; Quiet; Book-ish; Creative • }> <{ • Negative Trait(s): Whiny; Anxious and Depressed; Tired always; Easily Overstimulated • }>

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<{ • Hobbies: Chaos-making with the Twins; Potion and Spell-making with the Twins; Poetry; Painting; Searching the Hogwarts Grounds to add more sections and rooms to the Map; Reading • }> <{ • Likes: Food; Sleep; Spending time with cousin; Working out; The Library • }> <{ • Dislikes: Bullies; Schoolwork; Bedtime; Boredom; Time away from partner and besties • }> <{ • Favorite Class(es): Potions and Divination • }> <{ • Least Favorite Class(es): Astronomy • }>

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<{ • Pet(s): Ferret (GreenBean) • }> <{ • Extra: Schoolwork is easy and I can always get it done quickly; Voldemort and the Death Eaters (or any alternatives of those) do not exist; Sirius, Remus, James, Regulus, Peter, they all live and they’re all good; Cannot die; Cannot get significant trauma there; None of my family or friends can die • }>

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<{ • Schedule • }>

<{ • 6:00 AM-7:00 AM: Breakfast Time • }> <{ • 8:00 AM-9:00 AM: Potions • }> <{ • 9:00 AM-9:30 AM: Free Time • }> <{ • 9:45 AM-10:45 AM: Charms • }> <{ • 10:45 AM-11:15 AM: Free Time • }> <{ • 11:30 AM-12:30 PM: Herbology • }> <{ • 12:30 PM-1:30 PM: Lunch Break • }> <{ • 1:40 PM-2:40 PM: DADA • }> <{ • 2:40 PM-3:10 PM: Free Time • }> <{ • 3:20 PM-4:20 PM: Divination • }> <{ • 4:20 PM-4:50 PM: Free Time • }> <{ • 5:00 PM-6:00 PM: Magical Creatures • }> <{ • 6:00 PM-7:00 PM: Dinner Time • }> <{ • 7:10 PM-8:10 PM: History • }> <{ • 8:10 PM-9:00 PM: Free Time • }> <{ • 9:10 PM-9:40 PM: Astronomy • }> <{ • 9:40 PM-12:00 AM: Free Time • }> <{ • Curfew: 12:00 AM • }>

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<{ • Classes • }>

<{ • Potions (Slytherins and Gryffindors): Harry Potter; Hermione Granger; Ron Weasley; Ginny Weasley; Draco Malfoy; Trevor Garrick • }> <{ • Charms (Ravenclaws and Slytherins): Luna Lovegood; Trevor Garrick; Draco Malfoy • }> <{ • Herbology (Hufflepuffs and Slytherins): Trevor Garrick; Draco Malfoy • }> <{ • DADA (Slytherins and Gryffindors): Harry Potter; Hermione Granger; Ron Weasley; Ginny Weasley; Draco Malfoy; Trevor Garrick • }> <{ • Divination (Slytherins and Ravenclaws): Luna Lovegood; Draco Malfoy; Trevor Garrick • }> <{ • Magical Creatures (Slytherins and Gryffindors): Harry Potter; Hermione Granger; Ron Weasley; Ginny Weasley; Draco Malfoy; Trevor Garrick • }> <{ • History (Hufflepuffs and Slytherins): Draco Malfoy; Trevor Garrick • }> <{ • Astronomy (Slytherin and Ravenclaws): Luna Lovegood; Draco Malfoy; Trevor Garrick • }>

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<{ • Me In This DR (Picrew Form) • }>

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[sallownights]

miss americana and the heartbreak prince

word count: 3.2k

CW: fluff, pining, leander prewett, sexual scenes?, ilvermorny mention lol

A/N: sorry i literally disappeared LMAO, i had the worst writer's block ever. made me want to cry. lol. anyways, hope im back. i hope my brain works. lol. plz send requests so i don't have to think about what to write next. ily. kisses <3. my girlfriend proofread this 😐

pairing: sebastian sallow x female!Y/N

The move from America to London wasn’t entirely awful. Moving my portkey wasn’t entirely what Y/N had in mind when she found out she was going to Hogwarts. 

Moving from Massachusetts to London was certainly different. It certainly wasn’t something that Y/N minded. She missed her friends back at Ilvermorny but she was excited to start school at Hogwarts. Especially since her uncle was a professor there. 

“Uncle Eleazar,” Y/N walked into her uncle’s office. His classroom was beautiful with trinkets around the place, his office the same way. It was full of different things Miriam and him had bought together or collected. 

“Y/N,” Professor Fig smiled, he stood and hugged his niece. His embrace was as warm as a summer day. “How have you been settling in? Are you excited to be sorted tonight?”

“Yeah, but we both know where I’m going to be sorted.” They both nodded and said,

“Slytherin.” The pair laughed softly. 

“Thunderbirds are just too similar. There’s no way that’s not what I’m getting sorted into.” Y/N smiles. She was wearing her old Thunderbird robes that looked fairly similar to Ravenclaw if someone wasn’t paying attention. Fig nodded. 

“Nothing wrong with Slytherin. There’s some talented wizards in there. Did you have a chance to explore the castle yet or were you just talking with Professor Weasley this whole time?” Y/N smiles brightly at the mention of Professor Weasley. 

“Her and I had some tea and discussed what I would be learning here this year and the difference in curriculum. I haven’t had much chance to explore yet.” Fig nods and walks out his office. 

“C’mon, I can show you around before the ceremony tonight.” Y/N followed behind her uncle. Walking around the school was like walking into a fantasy book for Y/N. It wasn’t too different from Ilvermorny but the history was clear. It was palpable. 

“So did you decide if you were to be sorted in front of everyone or in private?” Fig broke the silence as they walk through the Viaduct Courtyard. 

“I was thinking private. I’m not wanting to take away from the first years. The sorting ceremony from my understanding is different than the Ilvermorny one, yes? You get sorted by… a hat?" Y/N's voice was certainly confused. Fig chuckles softly. 

“Yes, the sorting hat. You were sorted by crests?” Y/N nods. 

“Well, that’s one way to do it, I suppose.”

—

Y/N was right. Slytherin. Her uncle was prepared and put some Slytherin robes in her trunk before she moved in earlier. Fig walks Y/N to the Slytherin common room. She hugs her uncle before saying the password and entering the newly revealed doorway. 

She steps in and walks downstairs. The dungeon was cool compared to the heat outside from the summer air. She took a deep breath as she reached the bottom. 

‘This is my year. It’ll be fine.’ Y/N nodded to herself before walking to her dorm room to go to sleep. 

“Hey!” A voice rang out. Y/N whipped her head around to the voice. It was a taller boy, freckles, nice build. He was holding a large tome and was walking over to her. 

“Uh… hello," Y/N said awkwardly. 

“Is there a reason you’re here?” Y/N tilted her head at the boy. 

“I was going to bed.” Her voice was confused but her American accent was clear as day. The boy’s eyes widen. 

“Oh, Merlin. You’re the new transfer. Apologies. I thought you were a Ravenclaw,” the boy stuck his hand out, “Sebastian Sallow.” Y/N shook his hand. 

“Y/N Fig.” She smiles at the boy. His freckled face was blushing, no doubt from the embarrassment of almost harassing a new student. 

“Fig, eh?” Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “You’re related to the professor?” Y/N nodded.

“Uncle.” Sebastian nods. 

“Ah…" There’s an awkward silence between the two before Sebastian speaks up again. 

“Well, let me know if you need help with anything.” Y/N nods. 

“Goodnight, Sebastian.” Y/N turned on her heel, her face heating up from the awkward interaction. 

“Night, Y/N.”

Sebastian dropped his head and walked to his dorm where his best friend is. 

“Ominis, I’m a fool.”

“Well, I’m surprised it took you this long to notice. 

—

Y/N

The next morning, I woke up with a start. ‘New school, new friends, same… same me.’ I go through my new trunk to find where my uncle put Slytherin robes for me. 

I walk out into the common room, seeing my roommates who wave to me and… Sebastian Sallow. He was reading a tome. I was planning on slipping out, but I heard the common room quiet as I walked in. Loud voices turned to whispers and I felt my face burn. I’m not used to this attention. I’m not used to any of this. 

“You alright?” A sudden voice says behind me. I jump at the sound and turn around.

“I’m… yeah, I’m okay.” Sebastian was so tall. Merlin, he had to be at least 6’ 2… and he’s fit. Wait, isn’t that a term for hot? Oh my gods, am I staring at him? What do I say, I’m just looking at him. My face burns. 

“H-How are you?” I try to not make a face at the stuttering words that leave my mouth. Sebastian smirks slightly. God, now he just looks like an asshole… but… but so fine. 

“I’m good. I… wanted to apologize again. For yesterday.” Was he blushing? Oh, I think he is. He has really nice freckles. Oh, Jesus, I’m staring again. 

“It’s okay! It’s alright. I can understand the confusion.” I smile at him. God, I hope I don’t look foolish right now. “Thunderbirds… and… all.” Yep. Foolish. 

“Was that your house at… Ilvermorny?” Sebastian’s voice was so rich. It’s really nice actually. 

“It was! We have different houses based on Native American folklore.” I love my old school. I don’t think I’ll ever stop, but being here now is good. It’s new. I need new. Sebastian has a smirk on his face… did I say too much?

“That’s interesting… is ‘Thunderbird’ like Slytherin then? Cunning, ambitious, and all those other bits?” He took a step closer to me and I felt my face heat up again. I must look like a fucking tomato. So, I just nod.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll fit in great.” Sebastian smiles broadly. It was infectious. No, more than infectious. What’s more than infectious? Viral? Contagious? No, those are just synonyms. 

“Thank you,” I smile back at him. Someone appears from behind him. His eyes were like pearls. They were the most beautiful foggy eyes I’d ever seen. 

“Hello, my apologies for interrupting. I’m Ominis, Ominis Gaunt.”

–

Sebastian

Potions class. Not exactly a dreadful subject, but certainly not my favorite. The new transfer was seated next to Garreth, For what reason? Garreth is rather annoying. With his… red hair… stupid jokes… and affinity for explosives, she would be better off sitting next to anyone else. Maybe even me. 

…

… 

She’s rather stunning. She tucks her hair back behind her ears whenever she was focused. Her lips were slightly parted. I bet her lips are so soft. She constantly has chapstick on her. I wonder what flavor she’s using today. Maybe pineapple…

After class, I walk with her to herbology. 

“So, how did your Wiggenweld turn out?” I try to exude confidence when I feel like my heart is thundering out of my chest. I felt like my ribs were cracking under the pressure of the pulse.

“Oh, I think it turned out well. It was something we made back at Ilvermorny, so I had a bit of an edge.” She smiles. God that smile could kill me. Her teeth were perfect. Is that a weird thing to notice?

We walk in silence to herbology. God, she smells so good. Orange? Tangerine? I have no idea. Some kind of citrus. She’s like sunshine. She’s like my sunshine. And my moon. Maybe my stars too. 

Oh Merlín, I sound like a lovesick puppy. She’s just my friend. She’s a pretty cool friend too. Like… sure, she’s really pretty, funny, smart, stunning, talented, and just positively radiant. She’s just a friend though. Yeah. 

—

Y/N

“Did you want to go to Tomes & Scrolls?” I looked over at Sebastian. 

“Ha! Like you need to ask.” Sebastian offered his hand to me. He… mmm… he offered his hand. I took it. They were calloused, big… warm. The soft smile that graced my lips was involuntary but not unwelcome. 

Sebastian smiled down at me and squeezed my hand. God, I hate him. These stupid butterflies that fill my stomach. The way his idiotic smile makes his eyes crinkle. His dumb laugh that makes my heart beat faster

Watching his fingers trace the spines of the books. I wonder what it feels like. The soft touch. Am I getting turned on in a bookstore? What the fuck is wrong with me? 

Oh Merlin, am I sweating? I feel like I’m sweating. Can he feel my hand sweating? My hands are so fucking clammy.

“You okay?” Sebastian’s voice broke my thoughts. He could break so much more- what… the fuck am i thinking about.

“O-Of course!” I smiled brightly, in hopes he doesn’t notice the red on my face and ears. He put his hand to my forehead and frowned slightly.

“You sure? You’re a bit flush.” I nodded weakly. His touch sent sparks to every nerve in my body. It always did. Merlin, I hate him so fucking much. Why is he so pretty? why?

“I’m sure! Just a little warm,” I felt my face flare up with embarrassment. Sebastian just nods. I’m glad he doesn’t press, but I know he wants to. 

We continue to shop and walk around Hogsmeade. Every bag I’ve gotten Sebastian has taken from me. He hasn’t let me carry any. 

“Seb, cmon, I can take them. I feel like you’re struggling.” His arms were straining a bit in his jacket. My eyes shoot over to look before going back to his face. I will not be caught staring. Not if it’s the last thing I do. 

“I’m fine, love,” My eyes widened at the pet name. My face got immensely hotter. Is… is he blushing too? No… oh my god, Y/N… say something. 

“O-Okay.” We begin walking back to the castle. The sun was setting, the sky was a beautiful mix of pinks, oranges and yellows. I took a moment to look out. I could feel Sebastian behind me. His cologne was so… stupidly attractive. 

The silence was so comfortable. The night was beginning to cool down and I moved my hands to my arms to warm them. Sebastian was rustling behind me and I felt his jacket get draped over my shoulders. Merlin, if he makes me blush one more time… I will… do something. Sebastian’s arms wrap around my waist and his head moves to my shoulder. Against my better judgment, I lean against him.

“There’s something just so peaceful about sunsets. Sure, the sun goes away, but it always comes back the next day. Even if we can’t see it. It’s there.” His voice was low and husky in my ear. I couldn’t do anything else but nod. Staring out at the sky, I felt myself getting lost in it. Felt myself get lost in Sebastian. I hold myself in his arms. 

What I would give to freeze this moment. To just… be here with him. Is this foolish? I’ve only known him for three months and I’m already putty in his arms. I feel more helpless than I have in years. 

I feel his hands slide across my stomach to my waist and I turn around before he pulls back fully. 

“Sebastian…” My voice came out quieter than I wanted it to. His eyes were so beautiful, especially in this light. His freckles danced across his face and gave him the boyish charm I’ve grown to adore. 

“Y/N…” I felt him move closer. Our bodies were pressed against one another’s. My heart was practically beating out of my chest. Can he feel it? I lean in and shut my eyes. Oh Merlin, his lips look so soft. 

“Y/N!” Sebastian and I jump back from each other. Amit was waving from a bit away. I put my head in my hands and look back up.

“Amit, hello,” My heart was pounding. I felt like my nerve endings were on fire. I took a small step toward him. 

“Hello! I’m headed to an astronomy table, are either of you wanting to join?” I closed my eyes. I wasn’t upset with Amit. It’s probably a good thing that he stopped us from… kissing. 

“Oh, uhm… no, I’m alright…” I look over at Sebastian. Sebastian shakes his head. “Yeah…. We’re uhm… we’re alight, Amit. Thank you, though.”

Amit nods and walks off. Sebastian and I don’t look at each other as we get my bags and walk back to the castle.

…

…

…

Fuck. 

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Sebastian

I was outside watching Y/N and Natty play summoner’s court. Things had been a bit awkward for a while after… uh… you know. 

Leander kept walking by and talking to the girls. Something about him just made my blood boil. I don’t know if it was his bad hair or his even worse personality. Natty and Y/N had parted ways after they finished playing again. I began to stand off the grass, collecting my things. I saw Leander walk up to Y/N. 

‘Mmmm. Interesting.’ My thoughts were already running wild. What if she liked him? What if she liked his shitty hair? Or his bad dueling skills? What if she didn’t want to be around me anymore because she dates him? I shake my head, trying to clear these thoughts from me. 

I try to keep my distance as they talk. I try not to look at them. Y/N is her own person. She can do what she wants… and I’ll be there. I’ll be whatever she needs me to be. Friend, dueling partner… something more. Gods above, I wish to be something more. 

I was snapped out of my thoughts as Leander put his hand on her arm. She moves away from him and Leander steps closer to her. I try to keep my cool, I feel myself moving toward the two.

“There a problem?” I heard my voice. I felt like I wasn’t controlling myself anymore. Y/N is a perfectly capable witch. She’s strong. She’s smart. She’s… stunning. Y/N  can take care of herself, but everything in me was screaming to protect her.

“Nah, Sallow, just having a chat with Y/N.” Leander stepped closer to her and she stepped back again.

“Doesn’t look like she wants to talk.” My voice was low and a bit strained. 

“This doesn’t concern you, Sallow. Her and I are fine.” Leander takes another step toward Y/N before I put myself between them. My hand goes to Leander’s chest, pushing him away.

“Back off, she obviously doesn’t want to talk.” My heart was pounding, I was too nervous about her being hurt. About what he would do to her. 

“Oh? Playing protector? Never took you to stoop so low just to get laid-” Before Prewett can finish his sentence, I throw a punch against his jaw. I watch him stumble backwards and onto his back.

“Leave her alone. She’ll talk to you when she wants.” I was towering over him. There was something almost satisfying about protecting Y/N. She’s capable, sure, but… I want her to feel safe. I turn back to her and check to make sure she’s alright. I know he didn’t do much but… who knows. 

“Are… are you alright, love? Mentally, physically… emotionally?” She nods softly and I hold her face to make sure I didn’t miss anything. Maybe to feel her skin against mine. Maybe both. 

“Seb, I’m okay. Are you?” Her hands moved to mine. I held onto her face softly. I couldn’t bear to think of her being hurt. I nod. 

“I thought… I just… I don’t know. I… I got worried.” She nods. 

“I know, but I can handle myself.” I close my eyes and breathe deeply.

“I know, I just… want to… protect you sometimes.” She nods again and moves my hands from her face. She intertwines our fingers and leads me to the Undercroft. When we get there, she holds my hand softly, examining my knuckle.

“I’m okay, Y/N. Promise.” She sighs softly and stands up straight. Her fingers brush back and forth on my skin. I could feel heat rising through me. She moves closer to me and wraps her arms around me into a hug. I hug her back gently. She’s too precious to me to hurt. 

“Seb?” Her voice was quiet. I could listen to her all day. I don’t care about what, but I would just listen. 

“Yes?” My voice matched her’s. I moved my hands back to her face softly. I ran my thumb softly over her cheek. Her skin was so perfect, so smooth. 

“Why do you want to protect me?” Her voice gets quieter, almost to the point where I can’t hear it. 

“I- well- uhm…” I stutter, the familiar heat rising through me again. “Can I… show you something?” Y/N tilts her head before nodding. I take a deep breath. 

…

…

My lips meet hers. Her lips were covered in some kind of chapstick but I didn’t care. I wanted more. Needed more. I held her face softly as we deepened the kiss, my hands moving toward the back of her head. I felt her arms wrap around me as her body gets closer to mine. I moved my hands down her body, savoring every moment. This is all I’ve wanted for so long. For six agonizing months. I hear her gasp softly as my tongue finds hers. 

I don’t know how long we stay there for, in all honesty, I don’t care. I was with her. She was with me. That’s all that mattered. We pull back after what seems like hours. Our breathing heavy from the lack of oxygen. 

“Y/N… I like you. I’ve liked you for so long.” I kiss her cheek gently before moving to her jawline and down her neck. I hear her sigh softly and her hand moves to my hair.

“Seb- I-I like you too.” I smile against her skin before kissing the nape of her neck. I move back to look in her eyes. I kiss her gently.

“So beautiful. You’re mine, yeah?” I murmur against her lips in between kisses. I feel her nod and whisper. 

“All yours. Always been yours.” I smile and kiss her sweetly again. I pull her down onto the lounge and kiss her deeper. I move her hands above her head as I get on top of her. I kiss down her neck and bite softly, eliciting moans from her. 

“I’m… going to go.” Y/N and I flinch as a voice calls out from the gate. 

“Ominis?!”

[loganparker]

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hpma; rhys everley

introducing rhys, a half-blood ravenclaw with a thirst for knowledge and a certain disregard for rules! he and his friends are embarking on new adventures in magic awakened!

i'm on the thunderbird server with this new guy, slowly making my way through the game!

[studyate]

Welcome to my cozy little corner of the internet, where I indulge in my love for all things study-related. Come say hi, I love to make new friends :)

About Me:

Hi! I'm Vaidehi (she/her), a 22 year old, final year medicine student from India!

Fun Facts:

I'm that techy girl who's going to come and help the teacher with the smartboard

There are only 6 months remaining for my final year exams, so this is definitely not an attempt at procrastination, I swear! I'm just strategically postponing my stress and anxiety until the last possible moment.

I spend my time with video games or romance, adventure and mystery novels

I'm learning Italian on Duolingo

I'm a Ravenclaw/Thunderbird

I play Chess on Chess.com and also King's Choice if you wanna be friends there

I paint sometimes

I'm trying to be a Gym regular

I'm a Swiftie and Directioner

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𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤

Chapter Nine

Ravenclaw!OC x Slytherin Boys

Masterlist Previous | Next(Coming Soon) Warnings: NSFW 18+, heavy makeout, bullying, swearing

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“This year’s already stressing me out. The boys are barely adequate and we’ve been practicing all summer to put these Americans on their asses. Sorry, Twila.”

“No, by all means.”

After a rematch with Gryffindor, the Slytherin’s were now qualified to enter the Internationals and were determined to climb their way to the World Cup. First match would be against Ilvermorny, Hogwarts already preparing to host their opposing team.

Jewel takes a less thoughtful bite of her muffin, looking over towards the Slytherin table at her team. “I can’t believe they’re already going to be arriving tomorrow.”

Twila is happy that her relationship with Jewel is mended once more, but less than happy to hear that her old school would be coming to stay at Hogwarts for a week. She contemplates hiding in her room the next few days just to avoid them, there are more than a few people she would not like to see again.

The hours go by all too quickly, and next she knows, the entire student body is gathered in the Great Hall to welcome the foreign school. Luckily, it is just the winning Ilvermorny quidditch team coming to visit, leaving a few hundred people out that Twila prayed to avoid. Unluckily, the winning team is the Horned Serpents, her former rival house.

Twila stays on her guard, now more than aware that her old classmates are roaming freely in the halls. She hugs her torso, keeping her head low.

“Are you alright, Twila?” Jewel asks with a laugh.

“Yeah, I’m good.” She answers shortly, deciding to ‘fix her hair’ as they pass one of the navy and crimson colored robes standing out amongst the Hogwarts ones.

Jewel chuckles at this. “Recognize any of them?”

“Been trying not to.” Twila hugs herself tighter, continuing to peer over the student's heads. 

Jewel studies her friend's face understandingly. “Draco and I are hanging out in the courtyard. You should come.”

“Are you talking about me?” A deeper voice comes from behind them. Draco’s head appears over Jewel’s shoulder.

“Twila’s joining us. Come.” Jewel grasps Twila’s hand and pulls her towards the courtyard.

Draco follows slowly with a roll of his eyes. The two sit on the grass, looking up at Draco and waiting for him to join them, but he is reluctant to dirty his robes. He sits with a grumble, crossing his legs in a more comfortable position. “So, Twila, seeing as you went to Ilvermorny, what do you know about the Horned Serpents?” 

Twila turns to him in surprise, like she’s been pulled out of a thought just then. “Oh, um, what do you mean exactly? Just in general?”

He shrugs. “Yeah, like strengths, weaknesses or whatever. I need to know what I’ll be going up against at the end of the week.” 

Twila shifts in her spot a bit, reluctant to remember. “Well, as far as quidditch goes, I’m not sure. I never really watched them play. But as a house, Horned Serpents are known for their intelligence and academics.”

Draco scoffs. “And I suppose this is your old house we’re going against then?”

Twila chuckles, shaking her head. “I was not, actually. I was in Thunderbird; moody, but smart and soulful adventurers.”

“Drawn to bird houses, are we?” He scoffs out, raising a dubious brow. “I can see moody just fine, but you? An adventurer? Seems unlikely to me.”

“Then I may surprise you.” She giggles out proudly.

His eyes squint, a doubtful chuckle escaping his lips as he leans his hands back into the lush grass. “Oh will you? I’m sure you’re quite the daredevil.” He states sarcastically.

“We should invite them to our common room sometime.” Jewel says with a smirk, adjusting herself to sit on her feet. “Learn a bit about them.”

Twila scoffs, disinterested. “You guys have fun with that.”

Draco finds himself amused by her response.

The trio continue their friendly discussion for some time until Twila has to take a sudden leave upon realizing the time. The remaining pair watch as the odd Ravenclaw races her way back into the castle.

However, Jewel is more than used to the girl’s behavior and turns to Draco with something she needs immediately discussed.  Her voice is lowered as she waits for a group of students to pass by. “Did you put the map back in my room?”

Draco’s expression turns serious, able to quickly adjust to the sudden change in energy. He nods, responding at a similar volume. “Yeah, right where you asked.”

She lets out a nervous breath. “Good. I don’t want him to know you had it. Thank you for taking it for a while.”

He lets out a soft chuckle, but his smile is slight. “Yeah, no problem.”

༺ ☆ ༻

Though the Horned Serpents are visiting, that in fact does not halt classes for the rest of the school.

Being forced into History of Magic with Mattheo is one of Twila’s least favorite parts of the day. Not that she cares, of course. Her emotions are one hundred percent in her control, and if she says she doesn’t feel anything, then feel anything she will not. She just has to make sure to keep staring at anything else in the room, then everything will be fine.

Later in the day, Jewel guides the girls to the Slytherin Common Room, granting them access through the doors through her invitation. Twila is amazed as she watches the snake tile in the floor, rise up and slither into the shape of an entryway, confirming to her the exact location of the common room. She is barely surprised to find it near the hall that leads to the detention room she and Snape meet at.

The girls walk shyly behind Jewel as they descend further and further into the cold and damp basement. The sounds of water droplets fill their ears before a large fountain comes into their view, and then the ginormous windows that look into the depth of the Black Lake. Twila finds it all extremely beautiful, and oddly inspiring.

Chatting and jabbering make it known to Twila and, just as Jewel had promised, the common room is full of the foreign students. A grumble vibrates at the bottom of Twila’s throat. Jewel has failed to mention that today would be the day that she’d invited the Ilvermorny team to the common room.

Draco lounges at the center of it all, keeping a friendly facade as he assesses the rival team while they speak to him. His friends surround him, engaging in conversation with the navy robed students. It is no surprise to Twila that the Horned Serpents had found quick friends in the Slytherins. They are very alike in her mind.

As they edge closer, their ears pick up on their conversation, that is until it halts entirely upon the new students' eyes landing on the girls.  A familiar boy’s face lights up, making Twila’s stomach churn in a mix of nerve and anger.

Silas. Oh, how she hated him.

“I can’t believe it.” Silas chuckles out, causing the Slytherin’s to follow his gaze towards her. “Twila, we’ve missed you the past two years. Where have you been?” He asks, but anyone could pick up on the ill intent in his voice.

She picks at a loose string that hangs from the sleeve of her sweater dress, but her eyes never falter away from his. She shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly. “I was there. I’m surprised you didn’t notice considering you still can’t keep my name off your tongue.”

The sides of Draco’s lips curl at her gentle remark, watching the scene play out in a silent amusement.

Unfortunately, Silas finds this equally as amusing. “Ah, I see. You transfer schools and suddenly you’ve grown a voice. What changed? Do your new friends not know why you left?”

Twila’s mouth dries of a comeback, looking down at him with a wavering glare. What does he know? What have they been saying about her since she left? Did they tell Draco?

“We know more than you ever will.” Jewel steps forward to take the lead, before taking Twila’s arm and guiding her away from the situation and to the dorms instead. She looks over her shoulder with a proud smile as the boy glares at the back of Twila’s head, but her friend gives him no further acknowledgement. 

As they go, Silas chuckles a victorious laugh. 

Draco keeps his eyes on her as well, mind swirling with more than a few questions. Then, he turns back to Silas with an eyebrow raised. “You two seem to know each other.” He observes.

The American boy chuckles sarcastically. “She’s a freak. She messed with hexes and curses and got expelled for it.”

One of his friends leans forward. “I’m putting my money on the idea that she couldn’t handle being the outcast and got caught trying to get revenge on the school. She was always quiet and had this mean look to her. I wouldn’t be surprised if news came out that she tried to burn down the school.”

Draco finds their rumors curious. He has questioned her about her past at Ilvermorny before, but he’s never gotten any straight answers. Though it is all rather ironic. It was no secret that Twila didn’t cherish her memories from Ilvermorny. Did she really have ill intentions towards the school however?

The blond simply nods in silence and lets himself digest these words while his friends take over the conversation.

However, Draco isn’t the only one of Twila’s new acquaintances that had seen the interaction take place. 

༺ ☆ ༻

 Game day doesn’t come quick enough for Twila, but eventually she finally finds herself seated in the pitch.

Cheers roar throughout the stadium as the teams step out onto the field; Slytherin dressed in green, Horned Serpent in purple. Serpent against serpent, both equal matches in intellect and craftiness and perfect mirrors of one another in more ways than one.

The teams are rushed with adrenaline as they ready themselves in the center. The winner moves on to the next international game and ultimately to the Quidditch World Cup, something no Hogwarts team has ever achieved. 

One Slytherin boy finds his heart racing particularly fast.

As the game begins, Mattheo’s mind goes black, focus laser sharp. He’s been waiting for this moment all season and his team is determined to win, any distractions be damned.

They battle it out until halftime swings around and they are just barely ahead. He sits with his team on the benches, resting while the band plays their tunes. He scans the crowd, looking for no one in particular, but his eyes find her regardless.

Twila sits with her friends, all three decked out in green. The group of girls yell chaotically for their home team, well, Penelope does anyways. The other two simply smile and clap, showing their support a few octaves lower than their red headed friend.

The boy lets out a chuckle to himself, unable to stop from smiling a little bit. Though her friends cheer Jewel on, it’s clear to him where Twila’s eyes have fallen despite their last interaction.

The band plays their last note, causing another uproar from the crowd. Excitement flies through the air once more as the two teams return to their positions.

Mattheo tries hard to focus on the game again, but his heart beats faster than normal. He can feel her eyes follow him everywhere; he’s unable to escape her influence, nor the distracting thoughts that come with it. He tries to remind himself what happened the last time he let his imagination run wild, but he finds himself looking back at her nonetheless.

Despite having more than a few teammates with their heads occupied with thoughts outside the game, Slytherin ends victorious. The crowd is loud and chaotic. Slytherin will proceed to the next international game, that much closer to the World Cup.

Twila smiles brightly as her friends cheer, reveling in knowing that her old school will be gone in the morrow and return home as losers. Then, she rushes through the stadium with Celia, and Penelope to find where Jewel and her team are celebrating.

༺ ☆ ༻

As one would guess, a party would naturally ensue for the winning team, the scheming Slytherins already planning a night of fun for their efforts and the professors pretending to know nothing about it.

Mattheo and Draco find their way to the common room. Loud music fills the area and people are crowded everywhere. It doesn’t take them long to find Jewel’s squad already celebrating within the crowd.

Draco pushes his way over, but Mattheo stays back. His face clouds over with a different kind of emotion. Something tells him to walk over to her, but everything else tells him not to. It’s a bad idea and will do more harm than good.

He can’t help but smile at her in spite of everything that was said last between them. Her braids drape down her dress, their caramel color subtle under the dim lights. He thinks green suits her, maybe even too well. Mattheo can’t even imagine the chaos that would occur if Twila were in the same house, the sneaking Jewel would do to hide her from him. But then he’d have the chance to bump into her more often. He’d also be able to sneak around with her better. Maybe if she was a Slytherin she’d understand his urgency for privacy. Or better yet, maybe she’d be in on it.

The new girl bounces in her spot, dancing softly to the music while her friends begin drinking. Her head turns as she innocently scans the crowd, still dancing, that is until her eyes land on him.

Suddenly, his chest feels tight. He wants to go over there so badly. 

Jewel is none the wiser to their staring contest. The brunette closes her eyes, throwing her hair gently to the music. He’d be lying if he said he never once felt something for Jewel. Naturally, after spending a childhood with someone, one would feel the urge, but those feelings long been destroyed. Besides, between the two of them, Twila is the only real gem that seems to shine in his eyes.

As Jewel leaves to grab another drink, he sees this as an opportunity to approach Twila, but as he does so, his feet get heavier the closer and closer he gets. He shouldn’t, but he almost can’t stop himself.

To his surprise, she smiles wider as he makes his way towards her. “Congratulations!” She says excitedly to him, but it is crystal clear the mask she is fighting to maintain, the ‘No hard feelings’, ‘We can still be friends after our break up’ lie that couples tend to attempt for half a day before never speaking again.

He’s both shocked and disappointed by her reaction, but plays along with the casual charade for her sake. “Thank you. We really needed that win. It’s been a tough few years.” 

The two stand rather awkwardly as the party continues around them. Life goes on, but they stay still, reluctant even. He looks down at her, eyeing her from up close now. Her green skirt fans out past her hips, showing her support for the team, for his team. “I, um, I like the green. Looks good on you.” His heart races all over again, no matter how innocently he tries to speak his words.

“Thanks.” She smiles, swaying in a flustered manner at his complement, only making said skirt swish against her skin. Then, she pauses for a moment, biting her lip at a thought. She shouldn’t say it, but she’s dying to see his reaction. “It’s for you,” she quickly adds.

Part of Twila almost hopes Mattheo doesn’t hear that last part over the loud music. She shouldn’t flirt, she knows it’s wrong, but it just comes so naturally between them. However, she is pleasantly disappointed that he does hear her.

He chuckles, cheeks beginning to rose. As the thought registers in his mind, he feels a warmth in his gut. “Really, for me?”

She nods, eyes fluttering to look up at him, daring yet shy.

He feels a sense of nervousness wash over him. He doesn’t expect something like this from her, and yet here she is, twirling around in a green skirt in support of him. He tries to keep his eyes locked on her face. We’re being casual, just friendly and casual. “That’s real sweet of you, Twila.”

His mind begins to wander to places it shouldn’t be. He knows it’s wrong, but he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to just ignore the connection he once felt between them.

He glances over his shoulder to make sure no one is watching them, someone in particular. The last thing he needs is Jewel to see them even in the same room. He takes in the environment. The music is loud and no one is paying attention to anything but the music. His heart pounds, but before he can catch himself, the words just seem to spill out. “Is it okay if we talk somewhere more private?”

His stomach fills with dread. Why would he ask that?

Twila hesitates for a moment, looking over at her friends at the food table with multiple feelings beginning to shiver through her body. Just a talk. What harm could be done? Besides, what Jewel never finds out won't hurt her. In the end, she agrees.

He gives her a hand, moving the two of them away from the main crowd before anyone can process their absence. He decides the best place for them to talk would be the privacy of his dorm room, an easy place to sneak off to. He enters the room quickly, before shutting and locking the door behind her. “We should be good in here,” he says as he pats the wooden door, making sure it fits snugly between its lock.

She scratches her arm nervously, taking a peek around the boy’s slightly messy room, but still, she beams with anticipation. “What did you want to talk about?” She asks with an excited glint in her eyes.

Mattheo moves a bit closer. His chest flutters with nerves. He used to be confident around her, around most people. He can’t believe what’s gotten into him lately. “Did you really mean it?” He murmurs, eyes locked on her face.

“Mean what?” She asks.

Another step closer, the distance between the two disappearing quicker than they can even realize. “When you said you wore that for me. Did you really mean that?” His voice is just barely above a whisper, his words close enough to be able to glide past her own mouth.

Her face heats up, her body melts. She raises an eyebrow at his boldness, but she’s also so very pleased and impressed by his actions. Her breathing grows heavier as he nears, her eyes tracing a line between his eyes and lips, unable to find words of her own.

His heart thuds hard in his chest. Mattheo’s eyes become as heavy as his breathing. He can feel his control slipping from the palm of his hand and into hers instead. “We shouldn’t do this… should we…?” 

“No.” She whispers weakly, but doesn’t pull away as he inches closer and closer.

He scans her face, only imagining the things she’s thinking. “We should stop…”

“Yeah.” Her breath cascades across his lips, her hands reaching out to place on his chest to anchor her to something as she feels her balance begin to waver.

Just a hair away now. “It would be wrong, wouldn’t it…?”

“Just shut up and do it already.” She whispers back.

That’s all he needs to hear and, in an instant, his lips latch on to hers. He leans into the kiss as feelings of euphoria overwhelm his body. He feels the need to have even more of her, every moment feeling like something he’s never felt before.

She moans against his lips, holding his face still as her lips meet his back. She feels a strong current of electricity pour through her body as his hands grasp her waist and move her back against the wall.

He breaks away, only far enough for his lips to graze upon hers as he speaks. “Is this what you wanted?” He grins, reconnecting them.

She hums smugly against him. “I know it’s what you’ve been wanting.”

He chuckles softly at her comment, moving down to kiss her neck. “Don’t act like you’re any better than me.” He mumbles against her skin.

She lets out a breathy laugh, holding the back of his head so his lips can press firmly to her neck. She rolls her head to rest on the wall behind her, her eyes closing shut in pleasure.

Her reactions are enough to drive him crazy. With every kiss, he draws out her soft and sweet sounds, pressing closer to her until there’s not an inch left between them. He moves down her neck, leaving behind small spots wherever his lips touch until finding his way to her collarbone to make a nibble and then back up to her ear so he can whisper to her. “Is the skirt really for me?” His voice low and quiet, just for her to hear.

She giggles at his questioning, her eyes still shut and her head resting upon the wall. “Am I not allowed to support my favorite team?” She smirks.

But he only smirks back. “I know a few ways you can support me without it,” his voice even deeper than before and his fingers trailing up her inner thigh and beneath the article of clothing.

Her smirk disappears, her eyes now looking up at him with a needy lust.

The fabric of the skirt bunches up around his wrist as he reaches higher. Her legs clench around his hand with a whimper, but his free one grasps her leg, bringing it up to his hip to allow him access again as his lips find home in her neck. “You want me, don’t you?”

Her head feels like it’s made of clouds, her fingers feeling like they’re the only things with strength in her body as they grip tightly onto his shoulders.

“Say the words.” 

She closes her eyes, chest heaving. “I want you.”

He reaches for her other leg now, lifting it to his other hip and pinning her against the wall with his pelvis. The two lock lips again, before Twila finds her hips moving at their own accord, as much as her position allows her to. However, to her satisfaction, Mattheo is quick to return the gesture with his own movements.

He’d have to listen to his mind eventually, but maybe one last night won’t hurt, so long as no one finds out. 

He brings her to his bed, letting her slide down his body until she’s laying down upon it, smiling up at him with an excited grin. He dives down on top of her, his hands shimmying up her legs and back beneath her skirt until finding the cotton of her undergarments where he then leaves a soft kiss before gently biting at the sensitive skin of her thighs.

She arches her back, before reaching down to pull him into another kiss, however, his hand remains between her legs. She moans into his lips, letting her hands run down the front of his shirt before slipping underneath to graze up his torso. His hands reach up to do the same to her and she nearly falls victim to it, before her mind flashes with panic.

“Wait!” She calls out suddenly.

Mattheo stares down at her in shock and concern, stopping his movements entirely. “What? What’s wrong?”

Twila calms her breathing, realizing she’s scared him now. Her eyes fill with guilt as she meets his. “Sorry, I- Can I keep my shirt on?”

He raises an eyebrow in surprise at first, but agrees quickly after, his nerves settling as he’s happy to hear that she’s alright. “Yeah, of course. Whatever makes you feel comfortable.”

She smiles at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and meeting his lips once more.

However, the look in her eyes makes him falter for a moment. He leans down to kiss her back, before something comes into his mind. His mark. He nearly forgot entirely. “Uh, as long as I can keep mine on too.”

She giggles, not thinking much about it. “That’s fine with me.”

His face gets hot. He’s nervous and excited all at once, but he keeps his composure. 

“I need you, Mattheo.” She whispers, saying his name like it’s been stuck in her throat for ages.

His heart’s beats faster than it ever has, both of them ignoring the promises they gave to Jewel.

At the end of the night, Twila falls asleep with a smile still on her lips, but Mattheo can’t help but lie awake, very unsure of himself and the pain he’s brought both of his past lovers.

Of all the times he’s hurt Jewel, this would be the one to sting them both the worse. Jewel was reluctant to forgive him before, he can only hope she never finds out what they’ve done now.

He can’t keep hurting the both of them like this. He’s known from the start that anything between him and Twila cannot last, which only makes the depth of his involvement with her feel all the more painful. Shall his world ever discover her, it will without a doubt drown her before she ever realizes that it’s happening, a secret Jewel knows and has held against him for years.

He never should have trusted Jewel with his secret. He never should have become the monster he is today in the first place.

With both guilt and disconnection in his eyes, heaviness in his sigh, he picks himself up and leaves the room.