#reid van de lune

[slytherindisaster]

HIMYM or How Andy Met Manon:

Chapter One: Hope Dies Last

This story is very unserious (until it isn't), some portrayals of canon characters might be exaggerated. Sorry not sorry. This is purely for fun.

Reid Van de Lune belongs to @kc-and-co, Mina Pendleton, who is briefly mentioned belongs to @lifeofkaze.

You can find all the chapters here.

The whole school was buzzing with excitement and rumours about the friendly visit from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang schools. It was announced a few days before that Hogwarts, once again, will be hosting representatives from both schools. The students were divided into the ones that couldn't wait for the visit and the ones that couldn't care less. Andy Adler represented the former, Hayden Jenkins - the latter. The breakfasts were starting to get really tough to get through with their different amounts of enthusiasm.

"You don't even know if she's going to be there." Hayden said, annoyed at his best friend.

"She is, I can feel it."

"You only saw her, like one time! She probably doesn't even remember you. You didn't even speak to her, I bet."

"Who doesn't remember him?"

Reid Van de Lune joined them, confused about what his friends were squabbling over this time.

"Some random french girl, Andy fantasies about since the last Beauxbatons visit. Three. Years. Ago."

"Her name was Manon!"

Haden brows furrowed. "How do you even know that?"

Andy's whole face melted into an adoring expression, and Hayden quickly regretted his question.

"The wind knocked off her hat in the Clock Tower Courtyard. I picked it up, and the name was embroidered on the inside."

"Don't tell me you kept the hat…"

"Of course not! I gave it back to her immediately. I looked into her eyes… Man, I wish her friends didn't start giggling and dragging her away with them."

"Woah," concluded Reid, "it's like, a scene from, like… a movie."

"Sure, if you're into psychological horror," Hayden scoffed.

Andy sighed, not giving up.

"Come on, don’t be like that! Help me out, I only need a few French lessons, and if she won't be there, it still couldn't hurt, right? Don't any of your fancy slytherin housemates know french?"

Hayden laughed almost honestly. "Maybe in the last century, they were fancy. Have you seen my roommates? Barnaby can barely handle English."

"Hayden."

"I mean, I guess Mina Pendleton, maybe?" He pointed at a blonde girl at the slytherin table, "But I'm not going to be the one talking to her."

"Why not?"

Hayden shuddered. "She intimidates me."

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE ALL OUT?!”

Virginia Scott’s angry voice carried through the Great Hall.

"Speaking of girls that are unapproachable…" Andy mumbled as their attention turned towards the end of their table.

“Exactly what I just said.” Jae Kim, the person her anger was directed at, didn't seem worried. “I’m out of all the firewhiskey, elder wine, in all honesty I don’t even have butterbeer at the moment.”

Gigi bit her tongue to avoid screaming at him again.

“And you’re only telling me this now?”

“You didn’t ask about anything specific when we talked last week. You know how fast these things sell around here.”

“I-“ she started but was immediately interrupted by the boy sitting next to her.

“So, how long would it take to execute our order?” asked Diego Caplan, pouring coffee into Gigi's cup in an attempt to calm her down.

“Depends.” he answered, looking suspiciously at the list laying on the table before him. “It’s a big order.”

Gigi sighed heavily and reached for her schoolbag in order to find her purse.

“Ever since you ripped me off on that divination chart you’ve become unbearable, Kim,” she said, handing him a couple of galleons.

Jae shrugged and shoved them into his pocket.

“I’ll talk to you soon.”

And with that he was gone.

"Dude, even since her and the hippie broke up she's been a walking nightmare."

"You mean more than usual?" Hayden chuckled. "No, you're right though, she's unbearable in normal circumstances, but this year is like if someone slipped the essence of insanity into her morning coffee."

"Duuude–" Reid almost choked on air, "what if there was like, a potion that would make you totally speak another language?"

"That would be… perfect actually!" Andy jumped up in his seat. "Is there one?"

Reid suddenly became very serious.

"Do I have an obsession with potions and a head full of blond hair?"

"No…?"

"Then how should I know, I'm not Penny Haywood."

Hayden tuned out their conversation as someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around to see two girls he vaguely recognised as fifth year slytherin students. They both were awfully giddy for a Monday morning.

"Sorry, you're Hayden Jenkins, right?"

"The one and only, how can I help you?"

"Well, we just wanted to say that we can't wait to see your band play at the party this Saturday."

"My… band?"

They nodded their heads energetically, and before he could ask more questions, they sprinted out of the Great Hall giggling.

He turned back to his friends completely dumbfounded.

"Snails," Reid said as if he just discovered a new spell.

"Reid that's… I mean it won't hurt to try, we should go anyway if we want to hit the greenhouse before the lessons start."

They gathered their things and stood up.

"Mate, you coming?"

"No, go ahead, I have to take care of something first."

"Suit yourself," Andy shrugged and they were already out of the door.

Hayden also didn't stay at his spot. He had business to take care of at the end of the table. He passed Diego Caplan on his way to the evil witch, and Hayden could swear the Hufflepuff mouthed "good luck" to him.

Virginia Scott was fixing her nails, seemingly unbothered, but Hayden knew her well enough to know that she was still angry about the encounter from before. Her feelings were the least of his concerns at the moment, though.

"Hayden, this is not the best time, darling," she said before he even spoke.

"Don't worry, I just have one little question for you."

She put down the nail file and looked up at him, raising her eyebrows as if she really wanted to hear it.

“Why am I finding out from some random fifth year that not only I have a band but also that I'm going to play with it at your party?”

“Oh, I actually wanted to talk to you about this. I need you to play at my party.”

“Gigi."

“Yes Hayden?”

“I don’t have a band.”

“I’m sure you can figure something out, darling.”

Hayden sighed, immediately regretting not going to the greenhouse with his friends. He could use a smoke right now, after all.

[unfortunate-arrow]

𝐎𝐂 𝐱 𝐎𝐂 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: A Masterlist — 1960s-2010s

An open offer for oc x oc interactions for all of my HP OCs and the types of relationships that they’re open for! This also functions as a masterlist for my Hogwarts dorms. In addition, everyone featured will only get one tag to avoid breaking the post.

Interactions for ocs born between the 1870s & 1950s can be found here.

The preference is for mutuals and the ability to slip it the (few) storylines. If any of them strike your interest, please comment, reblog, send an ask, or DM and specify with the OCs’ names.

Extra Info:

Total Number of OCs: 18

Number of OCs Open for Dormmates: 12

Number or OCs Open for Friendships: 16

Number of OCs Open for Love Interests: 1

Eras: HPHM, Golden, HPMA, Next Gen

𝙷𝙾𝙶𝚆𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚂 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚈

Huck Fitzgerald

b. november 28, 1972 | saggitarius

hufflepuff | muggleborn | irish | entp | enneagram type 6w7

in a different universe than the ruth & the o’donnells

a little more removed from the drama of ‘R’ and the cursed vaults

an orphan and raised by his aunt and uncle from the age of 5

traveled quite extensively with his aunt and uncle who are both in fields related to archeology and therefore knows how to hold a very basic conversation in a few different languages

more of a cat person than a dog person

makes friends easily, although most aren’t close friends

healer to stay-at-home dad to ancient studies professor at hogwarts

Love Interest:

Dorm: Huck | Rohan Khanna | Diego Caplan | Reid Van de Lune (kc-and-co) | Marty Raymond (@hogwartsmysteryho)

Open for: Friendships

Ruth Lyman

b. july 17, 1973 | cancer

ravenclaw | muggleborn | irish | jewish | infj | enneagram type 8w9

not involved very much in the cursed vaults, she works more as a background character like levi kidd

raised by her father and her grandmother in a bakery in dublin, ireland

a quieter soul who spends time alone but enjoys being with other people

a literature nerd

works as a tutor for the younger students while at hogwarts and for a few years between the end of hogwarts and the start of the wizarding world

a children’s book author and later, the charms professor at hogwarts

Love Interest: Conor O’Donnell

Dorm: Ruth | Badeea Ali | Tulip Karasu | Isabelle Dubois (@endlessly-cursed) | Lyse Spindle (@magicallymalted)

Open for: Friendships

Ryan O’Donnell

b. august 18, 1973 | leo

gryffindor | half-blood | irish | esfp | enneagram type 8w7

the firstborn quadruplet, although the second born child

chaotic disaster quad

most involved in the cursed vaults mystery

“i hate mysteries, they need to be solved” vibes

the rolling stones over the beatles any day

impulsive and kind and someone that you can count on

puts on a front that he’s always brave and has everything together

has a bit of a reputation for causing trouble

plays chaser on the gryffindor team and has a friendly rivalry with his sister, cara

cursebreaker

Love Interest: Penny Haywood

Dorm: Ryan | Ash Khanna | Ben Copper | Jae Kim | Charlie Weasley

Open for: Friendships

Cara O’Donnell

b. august 18, 1973 | leo

slytherin | half-blood | irish | enfp | enneagram type 8

the second born quadruplet and the third of five siblings

disaster bi quad

chaotic and messy, but she’s still put together

enjoys quidditch and skateboarding, but no other sports

plays chaser on the slytherin quidditch team and has a friendly rivalry with her brother, ryan

artist who eventually becomes an illustrator

Love Interest: Rowan Khanna

Dorm: Cara | Ismelda Murk | Merula Synde | Liz Tuttle | Semele Thorne (endlessly-cursed)

Open for: Friendships

Sara O’Donnell

b. august 18, 1973 | leo

hufflepuff | half-blood | irish | esfj | enneagram type 2

third born quadruplet and the fourth of five siblings

soft sweetheart quad

has a tendency to put others’ problems and needs ahead of her own

always willing to lend a hand, especially to her friends

would say that tonks is her best friend

worked in the hospital wing in her sixth and seventh years

was named prefect in her fifth year

not the most invested in the vaults, but she’s going to help out her siblings

healer

Love Interest: Barnaby Lee

Dorm: Sara | Nymphadora Tonks | Penny Haywood | Rowan Khanna | Chiara Lobosca

Open for: Friendships

Conor O’Donnell

b. august 18, 1973 | leo

ravenclaw | half-blood | irish | istp | enneagram type 5

youngest quadruplet and child

least involved in the cursed vaults mystery and is fully done by his sixth year

honestly, he’s usually just here because of his siblings

keeps to himself and hard to get to know

stutters and because of this, he doesn’t speak much and deals with feelings of fear, shame, and aniexty

also swears like a sailor and has no shame about it

plays seeker for the ravenclaw quidditch team

really good at nonverbal magic

architect

Love Interest: Ruth Lyman

Dorm: Conor | Talbott Winger | Andre Egwu | Victor Ketsueki | OPEN

Open for: 1 dormmate

𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚂

Camila Valdez

b. september 19, 1979 | virgo

slytherin | half-blood | spanish | irish | american | cuban | intj | enneagram type 5w6

second of five children

attended hogwarts in the same years as harry & co.

silently beefs with draco malfoy because she thinks he’s an insufferable jerk

named prefect in her fifth year and headgirl in her seventh (much to her immense surprise)

becomes the astronomy professor in 2004, at the age of 24

is helping to raise her two youngest siblings, amada and joaquin who were both born in 2000

she’s a fair professor, willing to give out second chances to those who earn it

Love Interest:

Dorm: Camila | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, colleagues, 4 dormmates

Nicholas Wraxall

b. february 2, 1989 | aquarius

hufflepuff | muggleborn | american | australian | mbti | enneagram type 1

hogwarts professor (still not sure what exactly he teaches, what subjects don’t have ocs?) and head of hufflepuff

orphaned at the age of 12 and then adopted by an eccentric and wealthy pureblood wizard

gained a reputation for being the weird american kid during his time at hogwarts

played seeker while at hogwarts

worked as an auror for a few years before becoming a professor

became a professor by accident

his reputation as a professor is the hot professor that half the hogwarts student body has a crush on

totally oblivious to student crushes

either teaches muggle studies or flying

Love Interest: Frances Fersen (@endlessly-cursed)

Dorm: Nicholas | Harker Hartford (potionboy3) | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: 3 dormmates, friendships

𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙲 𝙰𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙳

Finn MacKade

b. december 30, 1996 | capricorn

ravenclaw | muggleborn | irish | english | istj | enneagram type 4w3

eldest of four boys with an identical twin brother

an avid photographer who is rarely seen without his camera

plays chaser while at hogwarts

someone who is good during a crisis, but terrible at handling the aftermath

kind and trustworthy but private and introverted

takes the big brother role pretty seriously, but not always the strongest with it

becomes a professional photographer and works for the daily prophet for about a decade before moving to free lance work

Love Interest: Scotty Rosier (@drinkyoursoupbitch)

Dorm: Finn | Efesto Vecellio (@nicos-oc-hell) | Duncan Ludwig (@usernoneexistent) | Jimmy Crouch (@potionboy3) | OPEN

Open for: Friendships

Nate MacKade

b. december 30, 1996 | capricorn

hufflepuff | muggleborn | irish | english | istj | enneagram type 2w1

second of four children with an identical twin brother

soft, sweet, kind, sunshiny, big heart

massive history nerd and one of the few students who have never fallen asleep while binns is teaching

nate’s a great friend, but he doesn’t open up very much

usually wears his heart on his sleeve

often puts others ahead of himself

a bit of a people pleaser

archivist then historian and finally, history of magic professor at hogwarts

Love Interest: Nova Hartley (@gaygryffindorgal)

Dorm: Nate | Quincey Alderly (gaygryffindorgal) | Conner Everett (@amerrymystery) | Zephyr Mercury (@slytherindisaster)

Open for: Friendships

Jack Whitten

b. february 28, 1997 | pisces

slytherin | muggleborn | irish | english | estp | enneagram type 7

reckless af and a bit of a trouble magnet

dyslexic

not a fan of quidditch, much to everyone’s surprise

he likes fishing, soccer/football, and hurling… and broom racing

has an identical twin brother

his recklessness is a result of abandonment issues as his parents disappeared when he was a baby and no one knew anything about it until about twenty years later

magiopalentologist

Love Interest: Sage Carridan (@kc-and-co)

Dorm: Jack | Maxim Raeburn (potionboy3) | Levi Vecellio (nicos-oc-hell) | Isander Yaxley (gaygryffindorgal) | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 2 dormmates

Benedict Whitten

b. february 28, 1997 | pisces

ravenclaw | muggleborn | irish | english | intp | enneagram type 6

prefers to spend his free time in the outdoors

he has abandonment issues and thus, doesn’t let himself have too many close relationships

very hard to get know

goes by “ben” sometimes, but absolutely hates being called “benny”

tends to bottle up his emotions

he ends up joining the frog choir by accident

plays seeker on the ravenclaw quidditch team

he starts his working life as an archivist before being hired as the curator to the scamamder wizarding natural history museum in london

Love Interest: Lottie Turner

Dorm: Benedict | Marco Han (magicallymalted) | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Thea Whitten

b. may 29, 1997 | gemini

gryffindor | muggleborn | irish | english | vietnamese | esfp | enneagram type 4w3

the middle of three sisters, both of whom are muggles

thea’s an avid baker

she’s the cousin of jack and benedict, whom her parents are raising

her mother passed away when she was thirteen

shows her love via flowers

she has a big heart and is soft but chaotic

she plays beater on the gryffindor quidditch team

herbologist who later owns her own florist shop

Love Interest: Noa March (@thatravenpuffwitch)

Dorm: Thea | Mary Ann Von Dynne (endlessly-cursed) | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 2 dormmates

𝙽𝙴𝚇𝚃 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽

Sophie Pembroke

b. january 7, 2000 | capricorn

ravenclaw | half-blood | irish | welsh | english | isfp | enneagram type 4w5

eldest of three with a younger brother, rhys, in hufflepuff and a younger sister, emmy, in gryffindor

her mother died when she was nine and then her father had a stroke when she was sixteen

tends to keep to herself, although she doesn’t mind other people’s company

tea lover

plays keeper on the ravenclaw quidditch team

stubborn, sarcastic, and doing her best but feeling like she’s failing herself and everyone else

descendant of max pembroke through his son, harry, and william devlin through his daughter, lucy

inherited max’s cat allergy

wandmaker

Love Interest: Luke Battersea

Dorm: Sophie | Victoire Weasley | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 3 dormmates

Luke Battersea

b. july 21, 2000 | cancer

gryffindor | half-blood | irish | scottish | english | intp | enneagram type 5

youngest of five by quite a bit

sole survivor of the attack that killed his parents and older siblings when he was six

grief-ridden and generally kinda of angry

acts like everything is no big deal and that he’s cool with it, but really, he’s got a lot going on

grumpy old man energy

dog lover and a star wars nerd

plays seeker on the gryffindor quidditch team

obsessed with finding the truth about why his parents were murdered

great-grandson of simon battersea, through his son, oliver, and edmund kennedy, through his daughter, cecilia

Love Interest: Sophie Pembroke

Dorm: Luke | Joaquin Valdez | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 3 dormmates

Declan O’Donnell-Lee

b. september 1, 2001 | virgo

slytherin | half-blood | irish | english | istp | enneagram type 3w4?

eldest son and second of four children born to sara o’donnell and barnaby lee which also makes him the second oldest of the ten o’donnell cousins

dyslexic

the odd one out amongst his family

sports boy through and through

plays seeker for the slytherin quidditch team and is eventually named captain of the team

dog lover

plays quidditch professionally as a seeker for the ballycastle bats

Love Interest: Callie Black (@mjs-oc-corner)

Dorm: Declan | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 4 dormmates

Quinn Power

b. december 1, 2004/5 | sagittarius

slytherin | half-blood | irish | american | english | estp | enneagram type ??

middle of five children with two older brothers, kevin and jason, a younger brother named orion, and a younger sister named cassidy

a werewolf who was bitten at the age of five after his parents accidentally angered a werewolf

plays beater for the slytherin quidditch team

demisexual and biromantic

angry in general, mostly at himself

grumpy loner

descendant of minerva kennedy

career is tbd

Love Interest: Open

Dorm: Quinn | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: A love interest of any gender, friendships, and 4 dormmates

Jude Cozens

b. june 13, 2002-2005 | gemini

gryffindor | muggleborn | american or canadian | ixxx

hockey obsessed

doesn’t know who his father is

moves to the uk because his mother got married

angry about the move to the uk and very disappointed by the lack of hockey

has played ice hockey since he was little, he plays center

highly allergic to bees, so he carries an epi-pen

heterosexual

very new and undeveloped, plus his name might end up changing (previously nico, now jude)

Love Interest: Noor Verna-Dhendron (@legilimenace)

Dorm: Jude | Scott Morris (potionboy3) | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: 3 dormmates, friendships

[lifeofkaze]

Before the Spark

CHAPTER 5: SHOOTING FOR THE STARS

Find the masterpost here, the previous chapter here, and the next one here.

General Warning: This story is part of the HPHM Rockstar AU. As such, there is a general warning of the possible occurrence of NSFW / mature topics. These can include sexual depictions or references, inappropriate language, (ab)use of alcohol, drug abuse, and smoking. Specific warnings for each particular chapter will be given in advance.

Warning: Alcohol, mentions of drug consumption. Reid van de Lune (in mention) belongs to @kc-and-co

Had to have high, high hopes for a living

Shooting for the stars when I couldn’t make a killing

Didn’t have a dime but I always had a vision

Always had high, high hopes

~ Panic! At The Disco - High Hopes ~

On the evening of the MMU open-stage night, the club the committee had selected was crowded, much more so than Orion had expected. Keeping to the side of the packed dance floor, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his eyes wandering to the small stage at the far side of the room. It was average in size, but the equipment provided for the attending artists looked surprisingly decent. A fresh set had just started; after that, it would be his and Merula’s turn. 

A flutter of nerves rose in his chest, much stronger than usual before a gig. Maybe it was the low level of oxygen, or the faint smell of weed in the air, or something else entirely, but Orion felt different. There was a restlessness in him that made it hard for him to stay still. He breathed in the stuffy air, holding it in his lungs for a moment before exhaling again; it didn’t help. 

“Here,” said Merula, who had been pushing through the crowd with two small glasses in hand, one of which she now held out to him. “What’s the matter? You look like you’re about to shit yourself.”

Orion’s eyebrows rose, but he took the shot anyway. “Your choice of words is distinguished as always.”

“Can’t say it’s not true.” Her face softened. “Relax. It’s just a stupid little gig in a stupid little club. We’ve done about a million of these.” 

Thoughtfully, Orion turned the glass in his hands, watching the colourful lights reflecting in the alcohol inside as it moved. “I am aware. Yet is it wise to fight what’s rising to the surface from the depths of our hearts? Shouldn’t we embrace whichever state our spirits are in to reach a balanced state of mind?” 

Merula snorted. “Stop waffling. Drink.”

Shrugging to himself, Orion brought the shot glass to his lips and drank. The tequila inside was sharp, burning down his mouth and throat. He fought the urge to grimace at the feeling of it, but it had the intended effect; the flutter in his stomach had ceased. 

“They’re shit, aren’t they?” Merula said after she had drank as well, her violet-coloured eyes watching the band currently on stage.

“They’re not,” Orion shook his head, nodding at the dancing crowd. “Their music has channelled the exuberance of so many into a shared notion of joy. What more could you want as an artist?” 

“How about some quality?”

The corners of Orion’s mouth twitched, but his smile flickered out again quickly. He watched the singer moving about the stage and firing up the crowd, his stage fright flaring up again, stronger than before. All the artists had been well received, which was precisely what concerned him. The songs he had selected to play tonight were different from the rest, and very much so. Looking at the ecstatic crowd, Orion worried that he had misjudged his hand; suddenly, he wished Merula had brought a second shot. 

When it was time for them to enter the stage, Orion’s heartbeat increased with every step he took towards it, but once he picked up his guitar, the trembling of his hands suddenly stopped. Calm descended on him as he stepped towards the microphone at the stage’s edge.

“Good evening, friends,” he said, his amplified voice carrying through the room. “What better than music and good company to celebrate the end of the year, another step completed on our journeys toward the future.” 

From down below, Orion’s friend Reid van de Lune looked up at him, raising his drink in an encouraging gesture. Orion took a deep breath and forced the last remnants of stage fright from his mind. 

“From what I can see, good company we have in abundance. Now, let us see if our music will help your spirits soar tonight.” 

As Orion stepped back to let Merula take the microphone, he caught her somewhat bewildered glance. He sighed inwardly; that hadn’t been one of his better stage announcements. 

When the first notes of Merula’s electric piano began to sound, however, all his self-doubt was forgotten. The crowd had become quiet, and few people were dancing anymore; they were listening. From what Orion could see through the stage lights, people were nodding their heads, smiling, clapping, and cheering them on. He was acting on instinct now, engaging with them without really thinking about it. As always when he was on stage, he was in a world of his own, the one place where he felt truly and entirely in tune with all of himself.

After their set was done and they had taken their bows, there was a broad smile on Orion’s face as they left the stage. A couple of people - some of whom he knew and more of whom he didn’t - came to congratulate them or give them an appreciative clap on the back. Orion soaked it up, feeling as if walking on clouds, and even on Merula’s face, the barest hint of a smile was to be found. 

Having gotten themselves a celebratory round of drinks, Orion looked around the club.

“Do you know where Reid has gone?”

Merula rolled her eyes. “Bet you a fiver he’s lying in some corner high as fuck.”

Nonetheless, she scanned the crowd until nodding in the direction of the bathrooms. Following her gaze, Orion could spot Reid as well, closely intertwined with a girl with flaming red hair.

“Looks like your mate’s luckier than you tonight,” Merula sneered. Suddenly she tensed, her features turning from amused to a mixture of annoyed and wary. “Fuck that. Cheered too soon, I guess.”

Two people had broken from the mass of the crowd and were now headed directly towards Orion’s and Merula’s table. Orion was surprised to recognise the girl with the blue hair who had invited them. Her friend - the girl with the ponytail - was walking closely behind her. 

“The fates seem to be kind after all,” Orion greeted them with a smile as they approached them. 

“Sure mate, if you say so,” the blue-haired girl shrugged, exchanging a glance with her friend Orion couldn’t quite read. “You sure were smashing up there.” 

“Your praise is received with humble gratitude.”

There it was again, the quick glance between the two women. The blue-haired one drew her brows together in a frown. “Do you always waffle like that?”

“No, only on Saturdays,” Merula suddenly butted in. Her eyes flicked between the two newcomers. “What do you want?” 

“Just a chat, mate. Relax.”

“You’ve had one. Now buzz off.” 

Visibly bristling, the blue-haired girl opened her mouth to speak but was silenced by a warning look from her friend. 

“How about we all take a breather and calm down,” the girl with the ponytail suggested. “Hi, I’m Lizzie.” 

She extended her hand, and Orion shook it. He was surprised at how calloused it felt, especially around the heels. He didn’t fight the smile forming on his face.

“I’m Orion. And this here is my sister, Merula.” 

“Your sister?” Lizzie asked, a surprised look crossing her face. She looked like she wanted to say more but thought better of it upon seeing the dark look on Merula’s face. Trying to steer Lizzie’s attention elsewhere, Orion nodded at the blue-haired girl. 

“And who is your friend?”

Lizzie blinked, as if broken from her thoughts. “Oh, sorry. This is Skye. Skye Parkin.”

“Parkin?” Merula frowned. “As in, Ethan Parkin? Ex-member of The Wanderers and now manager and producer Ethan Parkin?” 

Skye nodded, looking somewhat satisfied. “That’s me dad.” 

Orion looked at Skye, suddenly intrigued. He had heard that the youngest daughter of rock legend Ethan Parkin was attending MMU but hadn’t thought the universe would be gracious enough to make her cross paths with him. 

“What are names but smoke and mirrors?” he said regardless, offering Skye his hand as well. “No matter who you are, it is nice to meet you, Skye.” 

Skye grunted in agreement, shaking his hand more forcefully than Lizzie had. “You really do like talking, don’t you? Anyway,” she went on without waiting for Orion to reply, “what you’re doing there - on stage, that is - that’s some impressive shit. You’re composing yourself, right?” 

Orion nodded. “Every note is a piece of me, and I’m glad to share it with whoever cares to listen.”

“That’s smashing because I like listening. A lot, actually. And that’s why there’s something we need to talk about.”

Orion listened to Skye Parkin telling them of her plan of forming a band with them, his eyebrows rising at the rate Merula’s were drawing together. Clearly, she wasn’t fond of the idea, and Orion could see why. Skye - however big her name - was a stranger to them, and there already was a bristling tension between her and Merula that could turn out to be trouble. It was crazy to even consider accepting Skye’s proposition - crazy and thoroughly tempting. There was a feeling in the back of Orion’s mind that this was exactly where the universe had wanted him to be, a feeling that increased with every one of Skye’s words.

Sometimes, it took courage to explore what lay beyond the beaten path. To those who had no trust, courage always looked like foolishness.

“What instruments do you even play?” Merula snorted, not half as enticed by the prospect of working with Skye as Orion was. “You say you need us, but I don’t see us needing you.�� 

“I play the drums,” Lizzie tentatively answered, prompting Merula to snort. 

“Sure you do.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That you look more like a groupie than a drummer to me.”

“Funny, you look more like a bitch than a nice person to me,” Lizzie snapped back, receiving an elbow to the side from Skye a moment later. 

“Shut up, Jameson. She doesn’t mean that,” she added, directed at Merula, but judging by Lizzie’s pressed-together lips, Orion had the notion that she very much had.

“What about you, Skye?” he quickly asked to dissolve the tension. “What sets your heart aflame?” 

“Oh, what I play, you mean,” Skye said after blankly staring at him for a moment. “Loads of things, actually. Mostly bass, though.” 

“An interesting choice. Not many people favour the bass over the guitar.”

“Well, I do.”

“And I’m certain you excel. The bass is an admirable instrument, I think. To the ignorant eye, it often falls short compared to its sister, but without the sturdy foundation of the bass, every song is bound to ring hollow in the end.”

“Yeah,” Skye said slowly. “My brothers play the guitar, and me dad did, too. Gotta stick out somewhat, right?”

“Would you look at that?” Merula muttered. “Daddy’s girl, trying to be a rebel.”

“You need a bass, don’t you?” Skye replied with flashing eyes. “Pressing some keys and sighing into a mic all the while? Screams ‘come and look at me’ if I’ve ever seen it.”

“Maybe we should go and get new drinks,” Lizzie chimed in, moving slightly to stand in the line of sight between the two glowering women. Giving Merula a dark look, Skye shrugged and turned away.

“Sure thing, Jameson. You pay.”

“Whatever.” Lizzie looked at Orion and Merula questioningly. “What do you want?”

“I’d be fine with whatever you decide is adequate for the moment,” Orion said, then added, “You really don’t need to do this, though.” 

A captivating smile showed on Lizzie’s face. “But I want to.”

“What did you have?” Merula wanted to know, eyeing the remnants of bright red liquid in Lizzie’s glass.

“Cherry margarita.”

“Fancy shit. Didn’t know they had it here.” 

“They don’t. I just happened to know the barkeep. What?” Lizzie asked, frowning at Orion, whose face had split into a smile, with a frown.

“Your choice of drink is not surprising,” he explained, chuckling to himself. “If anything, it’s steadiness that makes for the reliable.” When Lizzie’s frown deepened, he clarified, “You do like your cherry-flavoured drinks, don’t you?”

“Is there a problem with that? Cherries are the most… oh!” Lizzie’s eyes widened before she dipped her head back, laughing. “The cherry iced tea, of course! I did have a feeling my generous donor wasn’t your sister here. Tell you what, I think it’s only fair to pay you in kind - one round of super sneaky cherry margaritas coming your way!”

Skye made a face at that. “I hate that sweet stuff, and you know it.”

“Tough luck, Parkin. Take what’s offered or pay for it yourself.” 

Still arguing, Lizzie and Skye took off to the bar, leaving Orion and Merula to themselves. 

“Of course she knows the fucking barkeep,” Merula muttered as she turned to Orion. “What the fuck was that?”

“That,” Orion replied, “was the most unexpected of encounters, I’d wager. What do you think?”

Merula huffed and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Don’t know, honestly. That Parkin has a big mouth, talks shit if I’ve ever seen it, but at least she doesn’t back down. The other, though…” She shook her head, short, curly hair flying. “Not sure about that one, not gonna lie.”

Orion had expected as much. Lizzie seemed like the type of person who was quick to make friends and comfortable with the attention she attracted - the epitome of everything Merula despised. 

His eyes wandered to the bar, where Lizzie was talking with a young barkeep dressed in an outrageously bright, patterned shirt. Wearing worn-looking sneakers instead of heels, she had to stand on her tiptoes to shout into the young man’s ear. There was something about her that seemed effortless and fun, and - contrary to Merula - Orion was sure that she wasn’t putting on an act. 

He was abruptly brought out of his musings by Merula snapping her fingers in front of his eyes. 

“Stop staring like a fucking creep,” she told him with a snort. “Trust me, girls like her bring nothing but trouble.” 

“Don’t burden yourself with pointless worry. What you deem staring was nothing but a coincidence. I was merely following a train of thought.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“What trouble would there lie in connecting with a like-minded spirit like Lizzie anyway?” He laughed quietly. “You act like I want to go and marry her.”

“Sure, that is absolutely what I thought you wanted to do with her.”

Orion’s somewhat guilty reply was interrupted by Lizzie’s and Skye’s return, each carrying two glasses of a sweetly-smelling, bright red drink. Having taken her first sip and pulled a face at it, Skye turned to Orion and Merula. 

“How is it, now? Interested in teaming up?” 

“From what I can see, the prospects of your proposition are certainly alluring.” Orion turned to Lizzie, who had remained quietly focused on stirring her drink. So far, Skye had only been speaking for herself, and Orion wanted to know more. 

“What about you, Lizzie? Will you be part of this journey as well?”

Lizzie hesitated, sharing a brief glance with Skye before she nodded. “I guess so.”

“It is settled then,” Orion smiled and raised his glass. “Let us walk this new path together and see where it will take us.” 

Next to him, Merula rolled her eyes and mumbled something as they all touched glasses, but Orion didn’t care. Skye had leaned over to Lizzie, saying something into her ear, to which Lizzie only shrugged. A small smile appeared on her face as she locked eyes with him. After a moment, Orion looked away.

The prospect of having her - having both of them - on board with this new project was intriguing, but he had to call himself to order. Merula had a point about what she had said about Lizzie earlier; people like her had the habit of bringing trouble in their wake if he let them get too close. If Lizzie was to be a part of his future - for however long it may be - he knew better than to tamper with fate in favour of a moment of fancy. This was the chance he had been waiting for, and Orion was determined not to let himself be distracted by a sideshow. 

A commotion went through the club, excited murmurs rising around them as head after head turned toward the door. A man with a receding, dark brown hairline and a slightly grizzled beard had entered the room. He looked out of place with his fancy glasses, not-so-fancy jeans, and a faded The Who shirt, yet if he felt uncomfortable with so many people staring at him, he didn’t show it. Ethan Parkin had never been one to mind the spotlight.

Upon seeing her father, Skye took a deep breath and downed the rest of her still half-full drink. 

“Well, here goes nothing. Let’s get this party started.” 

She indicated for them to follow her and pushed through the crowd towards the exit. Giving Orion a reassuring smile, Lizzie turned and walked after her friend. Orion watched her go, his mouth suddenly dry, his heart beating in his ears. It took him what felt like an eternity to set his feet into motion, but a sense of determination overcame him as he finally did. 

This was it, he was sure of it - the first steps on his path toward the future. 

[the-al-chemist]

hello!!!!!! 💛 for all of ur peeps if u don’t mind, and 😋 for anyone u want!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thanks!!!

Of course I don’t mind! Thanks for asking 🥰

💛 - BroTP

I’ve already answered for Artemis, Ethel and Jim!

Héloïse - Henry Lovecraft is the brother Héloïse never had. He even walked her down the aisle at her wedding. @lifeofkaze

Ophelia - because she low-key hates everyone, the only ship - romantic or platonic - I can offer here is OpheliaXOphelia.

Saffron - there’s the Breakfast Club, of course, but Saff’s new best friend is Reid Van De Lune, a middle-aged seller of crystals and herbal remedies. @kc-and-co

Rory - Rory would say Dylan. Dylan would say anyone but Dylan. Reva would be offended that no one has said her. @lifeofkaze

Zadie - Zadie’s girl gang consists of Reva, Robin and Victoire, but I think that she and Robin’s brother Nick Willows would have a very sweet friendship. @that-scouse-wizard

😋 - Funny/Silly Headcanon

Artemis can fit her entire fist in her mouth.

Ethel knows all the words to ‘I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major General’ by heart. For everyone’s sake, don’t test her on this.

Jim hums to his bees when he thinks no one can hear him.

Héloïse swears under her breath in french at people who make too much noise when she’s concentrating, including Jim.

Ophelia collects and embroiders handkerchiefs, and keeps several on her at all times to drop in front of potential suitors.

Saffron once decided to make truffles shaped like stool samples of different creatures to brighten up a CoMC revision session.

Rory is secretly a Swiftie.

Zadie brings fluffy socks with her whenever she goes to the cinema.

[slytherindisaster]

Reid Van de Lune for an aesthetic trade with @kc-and-co. Hope you like it 💛

[slytherindisaster]

Full Name: Elisabeth Marigold Parker

Nicknames: Lizzie (everyone); Liz; Lisa (by Jacob)

Birthday: July 29, 1973

Zodiac: Leo

Blood Status: half-blood

Gender Identity: who even knows at this point (mostly goes by she/they)

Sexuality: bisexual

Nationality: British

Hometown: Maidstone, Kent, England

PERSONALITY

Myers-Briggs Type: ENFJ (The Protagonist)

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Strengths: intelligent, ambitious, loyal, honest, creative

Weaknesses: competitive, stubborn, hot-headed

Interests/Hobbies: researching, writing, duelling

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: Lindsay Lohan

Voiceclaim: Ciara Baxendale

Height: 5ft 6in / 167cm

Build: average

Hair: red

Eyes: green

Skin: pale, freckled

Body Modifications: pierced ears, several tattoos

Scars/defects: multiple small scars on her hands, wrists and thighs; chipped left ear

Fashion:

WITCHCRAFT

1st Wand: Aspen, Unicorn Hair, 12 inches, reasonably supple

Wand-quality aspen wood is white and fine-grained, and highly prized by all wand-makers for its stylish resemblance to ivory and its usually outstanding charmwork. The proper owner of the aspen wand is often an accomplished duellist, or destined to be so, for the aspen wand is one of those particularly suited to martial magic. Aspen wand owners are generally strong-minded and determined, more likely than most to be attracted by quests and new orders; this is a wand for revolutionaries.

2nd Wand: Red Oak, Unicorn hair, 11 inches, solid

You will often hear the ignorant say that red oak is an infallible sign of its owner’s hot temper. In fact, the true match for a red oak wand is possessed of unusually fast reactions, making it a perfect duelling wand.

Animagus Form: orange cat/european shorthair

Patronus: kneazle

Boggart: Jacob (later Rowan) saying she is cursed and blaming her for not being able to save their loved ones

Riddikulus: she listens to what they have to say instead of casting the spell

Amortentia

what do they smell like to others?: elderflower, cocoa, pine, hay

what do they smell?: butterbeer, floo powder, broom polish, mowed grass

Favorite Spells: Bombarda, Incendio

Misc. Magical Abilities: Apparition; Nonverbal Magic; Occlumency

HOGWARTS

House: Slytherin

Best Subject: History of Magic, DADA

Worst Subject: Potions

Third Year Options: Care of Magical Creatures, Astronomy, Divination

N.E.W.T.s: History of Magic, DADA, Transfiguration, Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology, Astronomy

Extracurriculars: Duelling Club (4th to 7th year)

Quidditch Position: Keeper (3rd to 7th year)

AFTER HOGWARTS

more of less tbd as of now

RELATIONSHIPS

Father: Anthony Parker

Mother: Perpetua 'Tilly' Parker (née Brokenshire-Rosier)

Half Brother: Jacob Mallow Parker

Pets: a toad named Roger

Dormmates: Merula Snyde; Ismelda Murk; Liz Tuttle; Jules Farrier @cursebreakerfarrier

Closest Friends: Rowan Khanna, Ben Copper, Bill Weasley, Andre Egwu, Jae Kim

Friends: Nymphadora Tonks, Tulip Karasu, Barnaby Lee, Charlie Weasley, Julian Bennett, Irena Janda; Jules Farrier, Azariah Steele, Margot Dawes, Will Scarborough, Kester Stagg @cursebreakerfarrier; Katriona Cassiopeia, Reid Van de Lune @kc-and-co; Marti Venturi @smarti-at-smogwarts; Ryan O'Donnell, Sara O'Donnell, Cara O'Donnell, Conor O'Donnell @unfortunate-arrow; Isabelle Dubois @endlessly-cursed; Lizzie Jameson @lifeofkaze; Cato Reese @catohphm

Love Interests: Jae Kim, Erika Rath

FAVORITES

Color: emerald green

Food: dark chocolate

Flower: lily of the valley

Drink: butterbeer

Book: Quidditch Through the Ages

Music: anything by Queen

Season: autumn

[slytherindisaster]

I heard that Reid Van de Lune wrote “Across the Pond” after eating his herbology homework. He’ll be outside the Ravenclaw common room serenading Tulip in a bit if you want a good reason to leave… or stay and watch this disaster.

How about a spell for long-term love?

-Katriona Cassiopeia ✨

I can believe the first part, but are we sure he is singing to Tulip and not the frog? Thanks for the heads up, now let's make this quick, so I have enough time to flee.

Tell me, Cassiopeia, how are your potion making skills? Hope they're decent enough to pull this off because I don't do refunds. May is still a few months away, but May Dew can be very useful for love spells and is also valued for its cosmetic and health-giving powers. Worth a shot if you ask me.

"Place a silver dish out overnight on May Eve (or any other night in the same month) and collect up all the dews on May morning. Place one drop of the liquid on your lips and say your love's name out loud.

Toss a few drops over your left shoulder and wish strongly for love to grow sweetly and happily between you.

Make up a love potion with some May flowers (pansies and early roses are usual) and a vanilla pod steeped in wine or champagne; add a few drops of the May dew at the end. Your love will grow bold and demonstrative in a way you have never witnessed before."

GIGI'S LOVE SPELLS

[lifeofkaze]

Reid & Lizzie

Oliver & Selene 

Lizzie & Murphy

Reid & Lizzie:

You don’t mess with your boyfriend’s bestie, just sayin’, but let’s just go with the thought. I know how to deal with… um… spirited talk at this point. I know some stuff about birthstones as well by now but this whole crystal obsession is a bit much. That Reid has no idea about Quidditch would be a problem for sure. His guitar is pretty cool though - what to say, I have a weakness for guys who can play the guitar, okay? All in all, maybe fun for short term but better as friends.

Oliver & Selene:

Oli is a most wonderful friend and so good at Quidditch. Ethel and I love making fun of him, but Victoria made us stop. She can be such a spoilsport at times. Were Oliver and I to get involved with each other - I need to stop giggling at the notion - we would read all those wonderful love stories and so poetry and go and bother Cledwyn and Henry and see what Jim is up to… oh wait no, that was Ethel. What I want to say, Oliver is a fantastic match, but not for me. I can’t imagine settling down and have a family any time soon.

Murphy & Lizzie:

I said it before, you don’t mess with your man’s bffs. Or your friend’s boyfriend. And anyway, as much as I love Murphy, he talks even faster than Penny when she’s excited. Or me, for that matter. I can decipher all the metaphors in this world and I’m really good at Arithmancy, but all these statistics? No idea. Maybe we could make a deal if he’d use less hairspray, that must hurt when brushing your hands through it. I think Murphy and I work better as friends and counterpart to the star-twins tbh.