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jamesmydeer · 1 year ago

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Hey! I have an idea for a Remus x fem!reader. They volunteer to babysit Neville and Harry(both James, Lily and Frank, Alice are ok) and kids try to set them up, get them to play games like Reader being a princess who they have to rescue and Remus - the knight, who has to kiss her (smth like Sleeping Beauty).

true love’s kiss

notes: if you can’t tell, i love writing dialogue.

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Laughter filled the Potter household as James hoisted his son, Harry, and the Longbottom’s boy, Neville onto his shoulders. Harry threw his fists into the air, obviously used to his father’s antics. Neville gripped onto James’ arm and held on for his life.

“Potter and Longbottom have done it again! The quidditch cup goes to Gryffindor! The crowd goes wild,” he yells, bouncing up and down as if he were celebrating a big win from back in his quidditch days.

“Inside voice, James Potter,” Lily remarked, entering the room with her purse in hand and James’ coat thrown over her shoulder. He groaned and rolled his eyes playfully. “Fine.”

The boys giggled as James pretended to drop them and quietly mimicked the loud murmur of a crowd.

Lily plopped her stuff down on the table and turned to Alice, who was making sure Neville had everything he needed in his bag.

“Okay, I’ve got all my stuff, Frank is laying out the boys’ pajamas, James cast a protective spell on the house, I think we’re good to go!” She turned to look at the clock on the wall. “Remus should be here any minute now.”

“Uncle Moony!” Harry cheered, having overheard his mom’s conversation. “He’ll give us lots of chocolate. Just don’t tell my mom,” he informed Neville who nodded his head eagerly, pretending to zip his lips shut.

Alice turned to Lily with a confused look on her face as she queried, “You asked Remus to babysit?”

James walked towards the pair and grabbed his coat from Lily, kissing her cheek. “Well yeah Alice, leaving them with Sirius would be as good as leaving them alone.”

“It’s not that, I just thought I was supposed to find someone to watch them. Y/n is on her way.”

“Aunt Y/n!” both the young boys cheered. They couldn’t believe their luck at having two babysitters instead of one. Alice, on the other hand, was not as pleased with her mess up. She brought her hands up and covered her face as her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“Hey, it’s not a big deal. Two for the price of one,” James joked, slipping his coat on. He paused momentarily. “Except we’re not paying them, right?”

"We might have to pay Y/n if Remus loads them up with sugar," Frank chuckled, entering the room and throwing his arm around his wife’s shoulder.

“Maybe the boys can play matchmaker,” Lily raised her eyebrows and smirked. “Give them that little push they need.”

“The one they’ve needed since third year?” Alice adds. A knock at the door had everyone’s heads turning. James turned to walk toward the door, but the boys beat him to it.

“We’ll get it!” Neville exclaimed, racing Harry to the door. They opened it and you scooped them up immediately, playfully tickling them.

“How are my favorite boys in the whole world?” you asked, pinching their cheeks which earned a groan from both of them.

“You better not let Moony hear you say that. He might get jealous,” James teased. You rolled your eyes at James and set the boys down. You had just stepped foot in his house and he was already teasing you about your crush.

“Well it’s a good thing he’s not here, isn’t it?”

Lily and Frank looked at you apologetically, Frank sucking in through his teeth. James and Alice shared a similar expression of holding back laughter.

Your face dropped. “What did you do?”

James grabbed you and pulled you into the kitchen, Lily following suit. “So there may have been a wee bit of confusion on our part,” Lily starts to explain.

“No no no, this is a good thing!” James started, attempting to keep the situation strictly positive. He gripped your shoulders and looked into your eyes as if he was about to give you a pep talk. “You get to be alone with Remus for a whole afternoon. When was the last time you two were alone together?”

Lily was about to chime in that they would be watching his son, not alone, when there was a knock at the door.

“There’s your Moony,” James teased. He smoothed out your hair, jokingly making sure you looked good for Remus. He had known about your little crush since third year, but he still acted as if it were a big deal.

“You see him all the time Y/n. Just act like you always do around him,” Lily rubbed your shoulder comfortingly, then exited the kitchen to greet the second babysitter. You turned to follow her but stopped momentarily to punch James in the arm.

Lily opened the door for Remus who kissed her on the cheek. “Where’s the little tyke? Haven’t seen him all week,” he moved into the living room looking for Harry but was met with another familiar face.

He straightened up at the sight of you, his features softening slightly as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I didn’t know you were fifth wheeling with these guys tonight,” he joked, butterflies filling his stomach as you laughed at him.

“I’m not. They’ve started a babysitters' club and were the only two members.”

Remus looked between the two couples who just shrugged at him.

“Do you four not communicate?” Remus scolded playfully. Hearing his voice, Harry ran into the room and jumped into his arms. Remus threw him in the air and you couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re lucky I like Remus,” you quipped. “Had it been someone else, I would’ve gone straight back out that door.”

James snuck a quick look at Remus and wiggled his eyebrows. He walked towards him and took Harry, all the while leaning in to whisper in his ear teasingly “She said she likes youuuu.”

Had James not been holding his son, Remus would have shoved him.

“I’m sorry you guys, I’ve just been so scatterbrained lately,” Lily apologized, kissing both of your cheeks in passing as she headed to the table to grab her purse.

You both reassured Lily that it was okay and both couples were ushered out of the door by their excited children.

“We love you, Harry, behave!”

“Mind your manners, Neville!”

The boys shut the door behind their parents and turned to each other. Neville winked at Harry in a way that looked a lot more like an exaggerated scrunch of his face. Harry nodded and scurried back into the living room, Neville a few steps behind him.

“Aunt Y/n, will you read to us?” Harry begged. Neville assisted by giving you the cutest pleading eyes you had ever seen. And although they looked adorable, you couldn’t help but think they were up to something.

You shot Remus a confused smile at the boy's behavior. He just shrugged his shoulders and chuckled. “Of course, she will. You boys go pick out a book.”

You giggled as they scurried away towards Harry’s room. You turned to Remus, who was already looking your way, a soft smile on his face. A blush ran up his face as he averted eye contact and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I can go make them a snack while you read,” he pointed his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the kitchen. He wanted to stay and listen to your pretty voice, but he was discouraged at the idea of you catching him staring again.

“What? You don’t want to stay and hear me read the story they pick?” you pouted playfully.

Remus bit back a smile, pretending that he was having to think about it. On cue, the boys came running back in with their choice of book and settled on the couch beside you. They looked expectantly at Remus.

“Well, make room for me.” You met his eyes and smiled brightly at his statement. You grabbed the book from Harry’s little hands.

“Hmm, Sleeping Beauty. This is a very good pick.”

Harry and Neville snuggled into either side of you as you read. Remus observed the way you animatedly told the story. The way your lips moved with each word had him in a trance. It reminded him of how he used to sit in the library, hopelessly watching you study with a lovesick smile. He closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like if you read to him—just him.

Before he knew it, he was being shaken out of his trance by two eager little boys. The story was over and they needed something else to entertain them.

“Uncle Moony, will you please be the prince? Please please please?” Harry begged, holding his hands together in front of his face. Remus couldn’t help but scoff, seeing so much of his father in him. He looked at you for help as to what exactly they were asking him.

You giggle at the boys. “They want to play knights, Remus. They need a prince,” you playfully cleared up his confusion. He smiled at you and turned back to the boys.

“Oh, I see now,” he nodded his head in understanding. “And why do I have to be the prince?”

Harry and Neville shared a look as if the question was absurd. Remus could sense them growing impatient, so he stood up and allowed them to drag him away. He turned back to you and playfully mouthed ‘help’. You giggled and he couldn’t help the feeling of pride that came along with making you laugh.

Harry stopped and ran back towards you. He stood on his tiptoes and cupped his hand to the side of his mouth. You leaned down and craned your neck for him to whisper in your ear, a skill he hadn’t quite honed yet. “You’re the princess. Pretend to be in a deep sleep like Aurora.”

You pulled away and Remus held back a laugh as you wiped your ear. You mouthed an ‘OK’ and he ran back towards Remus to drag him away.

Once alone, you couldn’t help but ponder Remus’ question about having to be the prince. He was always like a prince to you. A blush creeps up your neck as you recall all the books you read about princes, and how you pictured them as Remus every time. The longer you thought about it, you realized that you pictured him as the love interest in every book you read.

You could hear them rustling around upstairs in Harry’s bedroom. You imagined how Remus looked playing along with them. How the sleeves of his sweater were pushed up. The way his eyes would crinkle as he laughed along with the boys. How soft his voice would get comforting them if they got hurt.

It got quiet for a moment, and you almost stood up to go check on them. Suddenly, there were three sets of footsteps running down the stairs. You quickly laid down and shut your eyes, trying to hold back a smile.

The ‘knights’ rushed in and kneeled at your side. Remus stayed back, standing in the doorway. His chest rose and fell in a soft sigh as he studied your ‘sleeping’ figure. He took advantage of the situation and allowed his eyes to linger. He noticed the corners of your mouth twitch and he felt his stomach do a flip.

Neville put his hand to your forehead to ‘check your pulse’, to which you could hear Remus softly blow air out of his nose. He moved from the doorway to kneel beside them whispering, “If only we had read a book that told us what to do to wake her up.”

“A kiss!” Neville exclaimed, earning a harsh shush from Harry. Neville giggled and whispered the same words again. Remus ruffled his hair and nodded down at the boy.

“That’s a good idea, Sir Neville. Try it and see if it works.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the soft voice Remus used with the boys. You always admired how the marauders played with Harry, but there was something extra special about the way Remus did it. He was so gentle and encouraging with them.

Neville began to lean in to kiss your cheek but was stopped by Harry’s small hand on his lips. He shot Neville a look that reminded Remus so much of the one Lily gave James when he says something stupid.

“True loves' kiss, Sir Neville! Remember?” he asked, the last word spoken through gritted teeth as if he was conveying something secret. Neville's face changed to one of understanding, before scooting over and making room. Harry turned to his beloved uncle Moony,

Remus’ eyes widened and his cheeks flushed immediately. His first thought was how much he wanted to, but his second was how much he couldn’t kiss you right now. Not while he’s playing pretend. This scenario had played out in his head over a thousand times and none of them involved children.

Remus shook his head and went to stand up, but Harry grabbed his hand. “But you’re the prince! You have to save the princess!”

You opened one eye and could visibly see how nervous poor Remus was. Since he had the boys’ attention, you took the opportunity to reach for his hand. He startled at the touch, then relaxed when your eyes met. You nodded at him softly as if to tell him it’s okay, just play along.

And you had meant that he could just pretend to kiss you. You figured he didn’t want to and was uncomfortable at the thought. That was not how Remus understood it. Remus took your actions as an okay to kiss you.

He blushed and squeezed between the two boys who were watching in anticipation. He leaned down so that his face was hovering over yours, and you felt his hair fall against your cheek.

Before you could start acting, you felt his lips graze the corner of your mouth. Your eyes snapped open as the younger boys both cheered. Remus pulled back suddenly and looked down at you horrified. Had you not wanted him to kiss you? You brought your hand up to touch the place his lips just had.

Before Remus could see your face break out into a smile, he abruptly stood. “Tell Y/n goodnight,” he stated, turning away from you and waiting. Both boys kissed your cheeks and followed Remus up to Harry’s room.

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Remus entered the kitchen to see you sitting on the counter drinking out of a mug. You offered him one, but she shook his head. He didn’t want it to throw him off the apology he had just rehearsed over and over.

“I’m so sorry Y/n,” he started, running a stressed hand through his hair. “I don’t know why I thought that was okay. I clearly misinterpreted what you meant and I hope you can forgive me.”

“Mus,” you called softly. He turned to you, making eye contact for the first time since the kiss. “Come here.”

He walked towards you slowly, as if he were a scared animal. The smile you gave him has the crease between his eyebrows relaxing. You motioned for him to come closer. He listened to you and slotted himself between your legs.

You slowly moved your hand to the back of his neck, lightly running your fingers through his hair—something you had wanted to do since you felt it against your cheek earlier. The other hand rested on his broad shoulder. He leaned down and placed his head in the crook of your neck to hide his blush.

“If I didn’t want you to kiss me, I would have stopped the game.”

You felt Remus nod against your neck, his eyelashes tickling your skin. He places his hands on your waist, rubbing his thumbs slowly against the fabric of your sweater. He retracted his head from your neck, choosing instead to lean against your forehead.

“Can I do it again?” he whispered shakily. You could feel his breath against your lips as he looked at you with pleading eyes. You bit your lip and nodded. His hands tightened on your waist as he eagerly crashed his lips against yours. You tugged on his soft strands and he groaned against your lips, pulling you flush against him.

He pulled away with a sigh, keeping his eyes closed and resting his forehead against yours. He started laughing and you were brought back to reality. Your face grew hot and you removed your hands from his hair.

“What?” you pulled back to get a better look at him. He opened his eyes and shook his head, unable to control his laughter.

“Remus, what?” you whined. He brought his hands up to cup your face and kissed you softly again. This kiss was much shorter, but you felt the same amount of butterflies in your stomach.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

"They kissed? Blimey, you exceeded my expectations kid," chuckled Sirius, handing Harry the new toy motorbike he had promised him for playing matchmaker.

“8 years. We tried to set them up for 8 years and my son does it in an afternoon.”

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rottenherbs · 7 days ago

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Taken Seriously // H.P x reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Coming back to Hogwarts to start your 6th year, you had quite the “glow up” over the summer. You visited family over in America and may or may not have gotten several piercings. Most Hogwarts students were tame with their appearance, but you weren’t one to follow trends. How would a certain black haired boy react? Did you remind him of someone? (y/n/n: your nick name)

Author's Note: This one was written for me TBH. I am heavily tattooed and pierced and kinda day dream what a 24 year old me would look like in hogwarts. Not really aging up anyone to my age, but … yea know —

// Requests Open! Should I make this a series? //

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Much love, Saige

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Your mother called you rebellious, in a loving way of course but she worried about sending you off to school a little more this year.

“Mom no one will probably care.” You laugh, her soft hands resting on your shoulders. She looks over your features once more, the sound of the train and whistles reminding you both that you needed to go. She sighed and placed a kiss between your eyes.

“I know. I love you for exactly who you are.” She smiled, pulling her hands back from your sides. You and your mom had a bond like no other, her scarlet hair matching yours, a small dimple on her left cheek, and a small birthmark placed between your eyebrows. You could’ve been twins in another life. Love radiated through you pulling her in for one more hug.

“I'll be home for the holidays. I promise.” You whispered into her ear. You felt her relax in your arms. You let go giving her a small wink grabbing your positions to board the train. You take a few steps looking back.

“Write to me! Please!” Your mom shouted toward you, her smile strong yet a tear dropping down her cheek. You blew her a kiss and nodded. You looked forward to following the small line of students through the train looking for any open seats. Unluckily for you, most compartments were full to the brim. Students you’ve never spoken to looked at you, some in awe, some in disdain. You shoved your bag over your shoulder and kept walking with your chin proudly.

You looked into a compartment immediately making eye contact with the group you dreaded the most, you turned and rolled your eyes but it was too late.

“OY! Look at the gryffindor rascal now” Draco started standing from his seat. “Looks like you got hit with some metal to the face. Was any of that intentional?” He started, his goons laughing. The students waiting around all turned tuning in to the scene enveloping. You tried to look forward ignoring him but the line of students wouldn’t budge. You were stuck like an animal in a zoo, all of these eyes bouncing between you and Malfoy.

“I'd never. Not that you were particularly pretty before, but this really didn’t help your case.” Pansy quipped. Not that you didn’t expect the backlash, especially from the prissy bitch herself, but hearing it was enough to make your blood boil. Over the summer you didn’t just get piercings, but you grew a few inches, your body stronger from quidditch practice. You felt more confident in your personal appearance but also your ability to stand up for yourself.

“You talk a lot of shit for someone who can’t fight Pansy.” You turn eyeing her down. Over the years you have gotten absolutely sick of the entire slytherin house. For a group of students who were seen as the gloomy emo one, boy did they hate any sense of alternative fashion.

The compartment hushed quickly. Your height towering over her body still sitting on the boothed chair. You could feel the anger rising in you, your hands balling into fists. You had no intent of using your wand, just imagining the idea of lashing out fist-to-cuffs.

You felt students moving ahead of you forcefully to let someone through but you were too focused on the movements of Draco. You could feel the seconds slow as Draco took a step forward, his face red, brows furrowed. His hand slipped into his pocket gripping his wand. Just before he had the chance to pull it out, both of you turned to see who was coming down the aisle, ready to stop if a professor arrived.

“Stop. Stop. Stop.” Harry appeared next to you, his hand wrapping around your wrist pulling you forward both forcing you out of your anger and the situation. You were being pulled through the students; bumping into everyone you passed. He moved with vigor but not looking back at you, focused on only what was in front of him. You felt your shoulders relax the longer it took to get to his compartment. The crowd dispersed and he found a place to slow down.

“Harry sorry i know my emotions got the best-“ You started. He turned around still holding your wrist.

”I heard what they said. I don't blame you.” He said softly. “A physical fight is not the best way to start the year.” He smiled looking over your face, his face morphing with curiosity as he noticed your new facial jewelry.

“Wow” He said breathlessly. You looked back at him wide eyed, not sure if he liked them or not. Moments passed and you weren’t sure he had ever looked at you this long before, your cheeks slowly turning pink. You noticed how your heights now matched, now eye to eye. You swear he glanced at your lips several times but you were still high on adrenaline from before.. right?

“It’s amazing.” He finished. His eyebrows furrowed as he pointed just above your eye. “How bad did those hurt? I can't even imagine.” He laughed quietly rubbing his eyebrows where your piercings sit. You chuckled lightly.

”Only a pinch I promise. Maybe I’ll do yours sometime this school year.” You joked seeing his face seethed dramatically, imagining the pain.

“Maybe you can convince Ron, not me.” He laughed, opening the compartment ushering you in. Hermione jumped greeting you with a hug.

”y/n!” Her arms were so tight around your torso squeezing you as tightly as she could.

“Now those are wicked.” Ron exasperated, pointing quickly close to your nose, your gauged septum hanging from your nostrils.

“Don't pick my nose weasley, so help me.” You joked, Hermione pulling away from her hug. You all sat together talking about your piercings for a few minutes before the conversation moved away to the beginning of the school year. You missed them, happy that you were back to normalcy. All of you shared chocolate frogs and talked about the ministry. You were all just teenagers but the conversation was serious and daunting.

You caught Harry’s gaze a few times. You shook it off thinking he was just looking at your piercings, but he was more interested in how it fit your features so naturally. He didn’t know of anyone with such adornments but he was so infatuated with how more comfortable you seemed with these pieces of self expression. You reminded him of something, or someone but he couldnt put his finger on it. It took him the whole train ride as he wracked his own brain, distracted from the conversations you Ron and Hermione continued.

The train came to a halt and it felt like a light went off in Harry's brain. He looked over to you, laughing at something Ron just said but all he could think about was how much you reminded him of Sirius. He felt his heart race and his breath shallow. He could feel himself staring at you, seeing him in your mannerisms and the way your hair fell. You were strong, didn’t back down from a fight, and never hid your true feelings or artistic expressions. You were different but so similar it made his heart ache. You broke him from his trance standing up.

“Let’s go, Harry. We’ve made it.” You smiled over to him from the doorway, waiting for him to join you. Ron and Hermione were already long gone down the train and it was just you two. He didn’t realize how much time had passed, his attention stuck in his own thoughts. He got up, a little hesitant but smiled effectively as he met you outside the compartment. You two walked off the train quietly just enjoying the scenery and silence. You cleared your throat still feeling like his mind was somewhere else. It worried you.

“You doing okay over there Potter?” You asked, chuckling lightly. You walked shoulder to shoulder down the pathway towards the carriages.

“Yeah sorry. My mind is just.. elsewhere.” He mumbled looking over at you. You made him nervous and he wasn't sure why. You have been friends for years, since the beginning. He always wanted to keep it a friendship between you two, afraid of losing you or ruining it if you didn’t feel the same. He loved the quartet between Ron and Hermione. Everyone balanced each other and it killed him to think you'd leave because of his feelings. It overwhelmed him to silence now that it was so clear. He absolutely loved you.

You two got to the carriages that take you to the school, Professor Flitwick waiting for you both.

“Hurry now you must be the last ones!” His hands ruffled some papers looking dramatically. “Names?” He coughed looking up at you both.

”Professor, you can't be serious.” Harry said, looking between you and Flitwick.

“No exceptions Potter!” He sternly replied, his shoulder slumped realizing his mistake. You laughed, pulling Harry ahead to climb the stairs to the carriage. After a moment you looked across at Harry.

“You can tell me anything you know.” You mumbled, a second attempt to get him to open up to you. Something was clearly bothering him. You notice him shift in his seat nervously, his hands entwined with his own tightly.

”I know y/n/n. I just don't want to lose.. all this.” He gestured vaguely around. You shook your head and laughed slightly not understanding.

“Listen, if it's about you-know-who we are doing everything we can.” You said looking around. “We're safe here. For now at least.” You smiled at him, reaching across, resting your hand on his knee. His breath hitched as you touched him.

“It's not about the school.” He whispered his hands unraveling from themselves. You could see how his demeanor changed. The way he avoided looking at you. You moved and sat next to him, your hand still resting on his knee.

“Harry. Please.” You whispered leaning in. You cared so deeply for this boy, the look on his face was something new. He has been afraid of the impending war but he was strong, stoic, and almost impervious to the dangers he faced each year. This was more subtle, more emotional. He turned to face you, his hand resting on top of yours now.

“I don't want to lose you.” His voice was low but it hit you like knives. He was still heartbroken by the loss of Sirius just months ago, losing someone so close to him made him more aware of the implications of those around him fighting his fight for him. You reminded him so deeply of him, terrified of the fate of you now that you were so close to him. He didn’t know what was worse, not taking the chance to spend the time with you, or losing you later never being truthful with his feelings.

If as the world stopped, he grabbed your face kissing you softly. You were taken back by the gesture, soon melting into his arms. Your hand moving from his knee to his waist, grabbing his robes. As the carriage bounced you both held each other, kissing deeper but slowly. It was clumsy and heated. His hands held your face steady as both of your bodies bounced from the rough roads. His glasses hit your cheeks as you tilted your head, trying to not break from the kiss. You’d do anything to make the carriage stop in the woods, leaving just you two alone for as long as possible.

You dreamt of this moment, day and night, the possibility of holding his hand. Being there for him in more ways than just friendly. You’d do anything for him, to ease his pain, to listen to his stories, to hear his laugh. Every feeling of admiration and yearning rushed through you as the kiss slowed to an end. Nervous to look into his eyes, blushing deeply you kept your hands on his waist. He leaned back rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip, his hands still cupping your hands.

Harry did not speak. In between a state of shock and disbelief in his own actions. Half of him wanted to tell Ron and Hermione what just happened, but the other half wanted to take the secret with him to the grave. For just this moment it was only you two. Your lips both still wet from the kiss, smiling shyly at each other. You both waited for each other to be the first to speak. You looked down and grabbed his hand, your fingers trembling slightly. You leaned your head on his shoulder, both of you silently holding each other as you made it to the castle.

A whirlwind of emotions the past few hours have been, what could happen the rest of the year?

#harry potter imagines #harry potter x reader #harry potter #harrypotter #harry potter headcanon #harry potter fanfiction #hogwarts #hogwarts au #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hogwarts oc #hogwarts houses

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meangirls-imagines · 8 months ago

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Welcome to the Poly!Plasticsverse!

collab with: @yungpoetfics (my fav bubs in the world)

Regina George

@queenbgina/@callmereginald (she/her)

North Shore's Queen Bee

Soft for her girlfriends

The mom of the group

Basically a sugar mommy for her girls

Lifehack Geek

TikTok hater

Has rational fear of werewolves

Will fight a bitch

Victoria's Secret girly

Female rapper stan (Doja, Cardi, Megan, etc.)

Gryffindor

Lesbian

Gretchen Wieners

@thegretchenw/@greatgretsby (she/her/it (only if ur special))

The second mom of the group

Softest human

Loves playing with her girlfriends hair

#1 Twilight hater

Has a letterboxd account just to leave bad reviews

The level headed one usually, but will snap when she needs

Cuddly as fuck

Loves Fleur du Mal lingerie

Stubborn as Fuck

Wine drinker/expert

Loves vintage music (Elvis, Elton John, etc.)

Hufflepuff

Bisexual

Karen Shetty

@karebearz/@karensheetty (any pronouns)

Ambidextrous™️

Loves Spongebob

Plant Parent

Knows Britney Spears and Lady Gaga choreo

Kpop girly (Blackpink, BTS, etc.)

Lettering expert

Has Funko Pop collection

Squishmallow lover

Ravenclaw

Pansexual

Cady Heron

@cady_heron/@defnotcaddy (she/her)

The third mom of the group

Whispers when angry

Carries bandaids at all times

Always has snacks

Lactose Intolerant (but LOVES cheese)

Cries at Rom-Coms

LOVES hugs

Cannot handle spicy food

Sleeps with a teddy bear

Happy to be here

Friends with everyone's parents

Token vanilla of the group

Has diary (with a heart shaped lock)

Bisexual

Aaron Samuels

@aaronsammy/@atomicaaron (he/him) or (ho/mie)

1/3 of Terror Trio

Y/N's best friend

North Shore's resident Himbo

Will do anything if someone says "I dare you"

Impulsive buyer

Has one brain cell (shares it with Y/N)

Overuses 💪 emoji

Usually confused

1/2 Golden Retriever duo

Can skateboard

Uses Axe body spray

Co-founder of Stuntmares

Dreams of grabbing a teddy in a claw machine (bucket list item)

Ass man

Owns too many grey sweatpants

Kisses his homies (homiesexual)

Has never watched Harry Potter

Watches lifestyle coaches on YT

Can play the ukulele (really badly)

Loves Eminem and Harry Styles (would fuck Harry Styles)

Writes Larry Stylinson fanfics

Kissed Y/N once (regretted immediately)

Bisexual

Damian Hubbard

@hubbarddamian/@damianishubby (he/him/they)

Learned how to sew from Janis

Does drag and has a YT channel (Anita Dick)

Huge Adore Delano stan

Will fight anyone who hurts Janis

Doesn't like Rupaul as a person, but is a religious Drag Race fan

#1 Poly!Plastics fan

Has an 8 step skincare routine

Cameraman for Stuntmares

Earlybird

Lies about having curfew to go to sleep early

Ravenclaw

(Lowkey wishes he was a Slytherin bc it's the "cuntiest house"

Him and Karen watch The Bachelor

Fav movie is Dirty Dancing (did the lift with Janis)

Learned how to twerk from Y/N

Gay

Janis Imi'Ike

@janiisimiike/@imiikenough (she/they)

Secret Barbie girly(live action and animated movies)

Will go straight for Ryan Gosling

Feral chihuahua of the group

Hozier stan

HATES THE KARDASHIANS

Pain in Regina's ass

Anger Issues™️

Secretly loves Olivia Rodrigo

Mentally Ill friend

Emotional Drunk

Karaoke Queen

Tits girly

Leather Jacket lesbian

Getting piercings > therapy

Has a suit collection

Thrifter

Loves her friends

Dog person (secretly)

Quotes niche memes

Kinky af

Middle Child

Lesbian

Y/N Y/L/N (FC: Chrissy Costanza)

@thisbeyn/@reginaslefttit (she/he/they/it)

2/3 Terror Trio

2/2 Golden Retriever duo

Has matching fried egg tattoo with Aaron.

Co-Founder of Stuntmares

"Hi, I'm Y/N and welcome to Stuntmares" *jumps off roof into pool*

Cuts her own hair

Blooper Reel Queen

North Shore's resident stoner

AUDHD (autistic + ADHD)

Playlists range from Beethoven to ashnikko

"IT'S NOT A PHASE. IT'S A LIFESTYLE."

Demisexual

Plays electric guitar

Has slight speech impediment

Gremlin of the group

D&D Dungeon Master

ALWAYS falls asleep during movie night

Power Nap Addict™️

Insomniac

Monster Energy Drink Enthusiast (collects the cans)

Oddly good at Origami

Tweets everything she thinks

Has been banned from Fortnite and Roblox

Married to Gretchen on The Sims (regina and karen were sad)

Anger issues

✨Spicy✨ Latina (do not fuck with her people)

Matching rings with her gfs

Def had one night stand with Cady

Shane Oman

@shaneomann/@omantastic (he/him) or (dumb/hoe)

Loves Old School Rap (Biggie, Tupac, Snoop Dogg, etc.)

Hates Y/N at first but comes to love her like a sister.

Only person who can outsmoke Y/N.

Has a dropped truck with red LED lights under it.

Blasts music walking down the halls.

Always has the zoomies.

Orange cat friend.

Has elevator music playing in his head 24/7.

Challenged Damian to a dance off. (He lost. But he had girls simping over him)

Posts thirst traps on TikTok. (Regina's mom is his #1 follower)

Has a frying pan tattooed to match Aaron and Y/N.

Always on Stuntmares trying to create new world records.

Or eating a bunch of weird combos.

"Oman! Not again!" *proceeds to eat a marshmallow and spam sandwich*

Ralph Lauren man

Whenever the polycule argues, he's a "fuck this shit, I'm out" person.

Professional party crasher

Dine and Dash expert

Has nipple piercings (Aaron and Y/N dared him to get them)

Curses like a fucking sailor (Half of his lines on Stuntmares are just censor beeps)

Talks way too fast.

Knows Italian and Spanish (Him and Y/N talk shit in Spanish)

His ringtone for Aaron and Y/N is the remix of the Windows error sound

Loves t-shirts with offensive prints (Regina tries to make him dress normally)

Has gc with Aaron and Y/N called "Hoemies"

Would fuck Aaron

TICKLISH

Major gossip (Him and Gretchen meet once a week to talk shit)

#regina george x reader #karen shetty x reader #gretchen wieners x reader #aaron samuels #cady heron #janis imi'ike #damian hubbard #poly!plasticsverse

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del-stars · 3 months ago

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mom, i'm tired, can i sleep at your house tonight? mom, is it alright if i stay for a year or two? mom, i'll be quiet, it would be just to sleep at night.

sirius is walburga's favorite child. when he is born, he is her favorite thing in the entire world. walburga holds the heir to the house of black, just hours old, who almost killed her as he tore his way out of her, and thinks mine, mine, mine. she spoils him with affection, never lets anyone hold him besides her. sirius is the one thing she has done right: she has made a son, and he is hers. she loves to dress him, loves to rock him to sleep, loves even to hear him cry because this thing needs her. she is needed. she is necessary. unconditionally, she is loved.

toddler sirius is obsessed with his mother-- hides in her skirts, screams every time she leaves the room. walburga absolutely revels in this attention. nothing has ever loved her this much before. he does whatever she wants, goes wherever she says, wears whatever she puts on him. he is infatuated with her, she can do no wrong in her eyes, and she wants him to stay this way. she cries at the signs of his aging: his growing hair, the teeth poking through his gums, the way he starts to waddle around the house. he can't grow. he can't change. walburga wants him to be small forever.

she hits him for the first time when he's four. because sirius has always done what he is told, he has always obeyed his mother, and then all of the sudden he's having fits and doesn't want to be touched. walburga doesn't understand, can't comprehend that he wasn't always going to be her little doll. for so long, he has still been a piece of her, and now he's developing his own mind and personality. he is becoming his own little person, and walburga feels herself fill with rage at the thought of that, because he is hers. he is a block of hardening clay, and walburga wants to be able to keep molding him forever.

and sirius tries. tries to make his mother happy, tries to play the part of a doll. he doesn't understand why his mother doesn't want to hold him anymore, why she looks at him with such abhorrence, sometimes. he wants to stop, knows that it's his fault she's acting this way, but he doesn't know how to. he doesn't know what he's doing wrong. he doesn't know what about himself to change.

and then sirius is sorted into gryffindor, and that's-- well, it's not right. it is not what he is supposed to have done. sirius, eleven and away from his mother for the first time, cries. he goes to dumbledore every day, begs to be put into slytherin. there's been a mistake. this isn't right. he listens to every howler he gets from his mother and wishes he could figure out what is wrong with him, so that he can fix it. he wants his mother to be happy. he wants to be loved again. much too late, he wants to be a piece of her again.

too late, because walburga begins to resent him, once he's sorted, once she realises he is an independent person that she is no longer able to control. he won't do everything she says, he will find people he loves more than her, he won't spend every waking moment with her. he's supposed to hate school, and yet he comes home babbling about how much fun he's had. sirius, who she made, who she nurtured, who is hers, enjoys his time away from his mother. walburga can tell, can see it in his eyes that he's done things she would disapprove of. sirius spends that entire summer after first year trying to be perfect, trying to win her affections back, but it is never enough.

sirius tries, and tries, and tries, and then he gives up. somewhere between his three missing fingernails and two broken ribs, he stops trying. his mother hates him, and he still doesn't quite know why. he really, really wishes this resignation makes it easier to leave. it doesn't. sirius packs his bags and lets them wait under his bed for several months. there are still days when he wants his mother.

they blame her, after he leaves. walburga black, who raised a rotten boy, who was never tough enough on him, who should have done better. they will never know how hard she tried, how desperately she tried to force him to change, how hard she cried when he left. even after he's gone, he is hers, hers, hers: her greatest love, her biggest failure.

#guys they posted sirius and walburga to mitski again #this one is such a mess #walburga black #sirius black #black family #the noble and most ancient house of black #marauders #harry potter #hp

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remusluvr · 1 year ago

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heart to heart | james potter

summary: James is your safe haven, he accepts you with open arms. content: secret relationship, brief talk of death (like one sentence), unedited

Time had frozen when you were told. This was the one thing you had been trying to avoid for as long as possible. It's unavoidable now.

"It's time you step up and do something for once," your mother berated, "There's a meeting in an hour. You will be expected to make your decision then. Do not embarrass me."

Fear flowed through your veins after she left the room. There was only one way out of this messy situation - your bedroom window. And so, knowing exactly who to go to, you quickly packed a bag and left. You ran as far as you could before apparating to Diagon Alley where you would be able to find a floo transport to get to your destination.

Your fist pounded against the old door as you looked behind you as each second ticked along. What if they knew where you were going? What if it was a trap to see what you would do? What if they are after you? Raising your fist to knock again, the door opens to a confused James Potter.

"Jamie," you sighed, tears welling in your eyes now as you push yourself into his arms. You can feel his beating heart as he pulls you into his house. He kept you held to his chest as you calmed your breathing. You were safe.

"Can you tell me what happened, sweetheart?" he asked, taking extra attention to make sure his voice was calm. He didn't want to scare you. Sirius came trotting down the stairs, watching the interaction between you and the other Gryffindor boy.

"What the fuck? When did this start?" is all he says as he stops at the end of the staircase. James waves him off, turning his attention back to you. His eyes held so much love that you just wish you'd never have to interrupt your staring with such a heavy topic.

"They tried to make me become a death eater," you sniffled, lip wobbling. He pulled you back into his chest, holding you tight against him. Sirius gasped, excusing himself. He can get whatever answers he's looking for later. Right now you clearly need James to yourself. "I can't go back there, Jamie. I can't."

"You won't, baby. I'm not going to let you."

Your heart is racing when you pull away, wiping at your tear-stained cheeks. He doesn't let you go far, keeping your hand in his. When his mom comes into the room, you straighten up and quiet down.

"I know Sirius is listening at the top of the stairs. He can show you my room, let me talk with my mom." You hear Sirius grunt and can't help but giggle, hugging James one last time before grabbing your bag and heading upstairs. You and Sirius have never gotten along, not when you have been living very precariously, trying not to anger your family. He went the different route, going out of his way to anger them.

He gives you a half-hearted smile when you reach him and you want to apologize for all the mean remarks you spit his way. You both understand though, you were in the same situation.

When James returns to his room, around thirty minutes later, he crashes down on the bed beside you, kicking Sirius out. He had stayed to keep you company, still a little too nervous to be left alone.

"I'm sorry for barging in. I just had nowhere else to go."

"Please don't apologize, I'm glad you're here. You know that I worry when you're home. Now, I don't have to worry."

"Yeah, until we're back in school and all of my housemates want me dead." He frowns at that. James is always optimistic but he knows that you're right. They're not going to take your denouncement of Voldemort well and there will be consequences but he promises to never leave your side and that you can sleep in his dorm all you want if that's what it takes.

His kindness makes your heart ache and at the news of you being allowed to stay here, it only aches more for his family. Why couldn't your own family be this way?

"Only thing is that you have to sleep in one of the guest rooms," he sighs, rolling his eyes. You giggle as he pulls you to lay with him. "Good thing we can be sneaky."

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thewulf · 1 year ago

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Why Not? || James Potter

Summary: Can you do a James Potter x reader set during the Marauders time at Hogwarts? I always like the student from america trope if you can. He's tired of chasing after Lily and then you show up. Sirius pulls a prank on the newbie and it goes wrong or something and James has to take you to the hospital wing and he decides he's going after reader next type of thing?

A/N: Whew! This turned out WAY longer than I was expecting. I had fun with it though! Enjoy!

Pairing: James Potter x Y/N

Word Count: 8.0k+

“Mom, come on!” You begrudgingly continued packing your trunk, throwing your clothes in haphazardly. Something you knew would drive her crazy, “I don’t get it. You and dad can move to England for his fancy ministry job, and I can stay here and go to Ilvermorny with all my friends. It totally works mom.” You pleaded with her. You were heading into your sixth year at Ilvermorny and really didn’t want to start over. Much less with the stuck-up students at Hogwarts. You’d heard countless stories of exchange students and their attitudes it put you off the school entirely.

“What do you not understand?” She snapped. Truth be told you did understand why she was exhausted from your incessant questioning of their decision. It was a huge promotion for you dad, one he’d been trying to get for the last five years. It was a no brainer for your family.

You decided to push it anyway, test your mom’s true limits, “I mean, you don’t see me during the school year anyway. What’s the difference?”

“We wouldn’t be able to get to you quickly in an emergency. Apparition is only so fast Y/N.” She gave you a pleading look from the doorway. She looked exhausted. Utterly exhausted. You knew it was best to back off.

You sighed heavily knowing you weren’t going to win, “Fine. Whatever.”

“You’ll like Hogwarts honey.” She walked over patting you on the shoulder, “Your dad studied over there for a few years when his parents did the same.” She tried reassuring you. You simply nodded not feeling like putting up a fight anymore. It wasn’t like what you said mattered. The decision was made without you. You were moving to the UK and going to Hogwarts. That was that.

You’d sent off a hundred letters before heading across the ocean. You’d gotten semi-settled before you had to move into Hogwarts. It was like time was passing and you were stuck. Lost in a world you weren’t ready for just yet. You’d just wished you had more time to process everything as you walked into Hogwarts for the first time. Last week you were set on going back to Ilvermorny. This week you were starting an almost entirely new life.

Your father dropped you off with Professor McGonagall. You learned he’d been sorted into Gryffindor during his three years at Hogwarts. He’d told you all about his time with the house. You didn’t think you’d be a Gryffindor like your father was. The two of you weren’t exactly all that similar.

Your dad was far more outgoing than your quieter one. You’d prefer to sit back and observe in the shadows than take control. Rather learn through watching than doing.

“No offense dad, but I don’t think I’ll be a Gryffindor.” You interrupted him while he was chatting with McGonagall as if it was a sure thing, you’d be joining the Gryffindor house, “I’m a Horned Serpent and you were a Wampus at Ilvermorny. Those are two very different houses.” You said a little more bluntly than you really needed to. You were tired of hearing about Gryffindor. It was more so your stubbornness that was coming out now. You kind of wanted to hurt him. He took you away from your friends, your house, your home. He didn’t even come to talk to you about it before he ripped you away from life you’d already built. He thought just because he loved Hogwarts when he was there, you’d be just fine moving half a world away without even getting to say goodbye first.

A look of hurt briefly crossed his dace before it vanished, “Yeah, we might be a little different sweetheart. But you never know.” He patted your back as he took in the walls he’d known years ago. Nothing had changed. But why would it have? The school had been around for thousands of years and had hardly changed since its inception.

McGonagall nodded, “He’s right. You truly never do know. Let’s go get you sorted.” She smiled knowingly sensing the hesitation of the unknown in front of you.

You gave your dad a long hug before seeing him off, “Love you. See you in a few months.” You gave him a half-assed smile. You tried. You really did. But you weren’t excited. You had no want to be here. You should be getting ready to go to Ilvermorny. Not starting this new life. You knew you needed to get over it, but you were intimidated as hell. It wasn’t easy to make friends. And here you were already quiet as hell going to attempt to make a whole new batch. It was going to be an impossible task you weren’t really ready for.

You followed quietly behind McGonagall giving her short answers to the prodding questions. You didn’t want to be rude, but it was just feeling like too much for you. You didn’t want to start here on such a negative note, but you just couldn’t seem to get happy.

To your surprise she got you smiling by the time you made it to the sorting hat. To your even further surprise you were sorted into Gryffindor. You saw the small smile and nod from the Head of Gryffindor. Almost as if she already knew that was where you were heading. It still didn’t make much sense to you. You’d have thought you would’ve been put in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff before Gryffindor. The sorting hat must’ve seen something you couldn’t recognize in yourself.

McGonagall got you set up and gave you a quick tour of the important spots to help you get around. She said a girl named Lily would be there early the next morning to help her with the arrival of all the students later on in the day. The girl named Lily would be the one who’d be showing you around. Apparently, she was on track to become Head Girl next year. You could only smile as McGonagall gushed over the girl. She sounded lovely but so completely different than you. A night and day difference. You were curious to see if McGonagall would have such nice things to say about you when you were to leave at the end of the school year.

You spent the night wandering the castles unafraid to get lost knowing you could just ask a picture on the wall for directions if need be. Your favorite room had to be where the enchanted staircases moved under their charm. Ilvermorny hadn’t anything like it, so you watched as they moved into and out of place constantly. You watched for so long you were started to get heckled by the pictures and paintings. To which you gave them the good old fashioned middle finger salute telling them to shut the hell up. You didn’t have it on your list to start arguing with a literal picture on the wall but here you were.

“Oh! Would you just put a can in it?” You rolled your eyes giving the man in the picture your most annoyed expression.

“I don’ know what that means.” He returned your stare with one equally as annoyed as your own, “Yankees.” He scoffed shaking his head as if he were disappointed.

“It means shut the hell up.” Glaring at him now you were in a defensive stance. You couldn’t believe you were letting an enchanted painting offend you so deeply. But you were too far into the argument to give up now. All the other eyes in the room were on the two of you going back and forth.

“Miss Y/L/N?” A male voice from behind you made your blood run cold. That was certainly the last thing you were expecting. Who in the hell was in the castle that knew your last name? Spinning around on your heal you observed an older wizard giving you a curious glance.

“That’s me.” You confirmed giving him a once over. Tall. Long white beard. Kind eyes. It had to have been Dumbledore. Your father was… obsessed with the man to say the least. He never shut up about the great wizard.

He nodded taking a step towards you, “Were you arguing with Sampson?” He peered behind you shaking his head at the man in the painting.

“Well, yes. I was. If that’s Sampson.” You didn’t elaborate any further pointing to the painting behind you.

He nodded cracking a small smile, “Might I ask why?”

You shrugged, “He was making fun of me for watching the stairs. They’re rad. We didn’t have anything like this at school.” You looked up admiring how they all effortlessly moved locking into place. Hogwarts was so much grander than Ilvermorny, something you didn’t really expect. Nobody ever seemed to talk about the nice the castle was when they came home.

The old wizard laughed, “Rad?” He questioned your vernacular.

You groaned realizing that these students probably didn’t talk like you were used to, “Please don’t tell me I have to learn a whole new language on top of having to meet an entirely new group of people tomorrow.” It stressed you out a little thinking about it. You were used to you American vernacular and slang, not whatever they said over here.

“On the contraire Y/N. You may just be ahead of times. I don’t know what the students are saying these days anyway.” He sounded like any other older person with that statement bringing out grin onto your face.

You questioned him for being so blasé about the whole thing, “How do you know my name?”

“That’s my job.” He smiled sweetly at you before continuing on the walk he happened to be on prior to stumbling on you arguing with the picture. You decided he wasn’t getting away that easy and followed being him quickly, “Which is?” You knew. But you wanted him to tell you. Just to confirm it.

He peaked behind him seeing you following him intently, “Headmaster…”

“Dumbledore.” You cut him off. You wouldn’t normally be so brash with somebody let alone the headmaster of the school, but you were already very comfortable around him for some reason. You knew he wasn’t going to be mad at you for doing so.

He nodded pausing to let you catch up, “Welcome to Hogwarts.”

“Thank you sir. I’m… excited to be here.” You stuttered a bit.

He smiled, “I may be old, but I can still spot a lie from a mile away. I believe you may grow to like this place. Now, I’m off. Get some rest.” He walked away without saying anything further. How odd. You’d heard that he was a bit different. You’d wish your dad would have detailed that a bit further for you.

You took his advice, attempting to find your way back to the common room was comical but you found it eventually. Not realizing how tired you were your eyes closed almost as soon as your head hit the pillow. A dreamless sleep took over not giving you the chance to prepare for the next day.

“Okay!” Lily smiled right at you, “The girls are here but they went straight to the dining hall. They promised to save us some seats.” She waited by the door for you. You paused looking at yourself in the mirror. It was now or never. You’d met a few other Gryffindor’s but tried to simply stay out of the way, “Come on, you look beautiful.” She nodded holding the dorm room door open for you.

“I’m coming. I’m coming.” You nodded slightly before following her quickly out the dorm and down to the common room. The two of you walked quickly, blowing right by a group of boys who seemed to be very close in age to you.

“Evans!” Lily groaned hearing a voice call from behind her. She had such a peaceful summer without James Potter. But he’d found her in record time this year. She paused. Before you could even register what was going on you smacked right into her back. It wasn’t really your fault you didn’t know it was her last name and the boy was calling for her. If you’d have known that you might’ve slowed down a bit.

“Sorry.” You groaned holding her steady by the shoulders, keeping her from falling over backwards.

“It’s okay.” She smiled at you before moving in front of you. Her smile downturned quickly as the group approached the two of you.

“And a gorgeous new girl.” The one with long dark hair stated looking right at you. Staring so deeply it almost made you uncomfortable. Like he was trying to peer into your entity. Trying to discover you through such a simple look.

“Sirius!” The tall one with light brown hair punched him in the shoulder, “Be quiet for once.”

Sirius shrugged, “Call it like I see it. Absolutely ravishing.” His gaze darkened a shade taking you in. Eyes raking up and down made you feel exposed in the black robes. Suddenly you missed your blue robes you’d gotten used to at Ilvermorny. The look was more intimidating than you would’ve liked. He was handsome that was for sure. But the looks were already too much for you to handle.

“Anyway,” James looked annoyed at Sirius before turning back to Lily not letting you get a response in before he turned the conversation back to where he wanted it, “How was your summer, Lily?”

“It was great. Without you.” Her seemingly sweet exterior was so viscerally annoyed by him your eyes went wide hearing that response. Sure, you’d only known her for a few hours but it didn’t seem like she had it in her.

James let the insult roll right off. He was used to it. He was growing tired of it by now. He’d been trying for years at this rate. The gig was running up on his accord, “And yours?” He turned his attention towards you. The new Gryffindor girl.

“Honestly, not so great.” You knew you weren’t the best liar. It was better to be honest. You’d learned that early in life after countless failures at trying to lie.

Sirius’ eyebrows raised as he listened, “An American?”

It was now or never, “You’re so observant. What gave it away?” With a surge of confidence, you answered his question with one of your own.

The one with unruly brown hair and the cutest round glasses started laughing, loudly, at that, “I like you.” He appreciated when people could throw it back in Sirius’ face. It wasn’t often someone could go toe to toe with him. You seemed up for the challenge though.

He scrunched his nose up a bit apparently a little offended by your own question, rolling his eyes in defeat at the same time.

“No, you don’t.” Lily shook her head grabbing your hand in preparation of pulling you away, “The girls are waiting. Let’s go Y/N.”

You nodded, “Nice to meet you four.” You tried waving to them, but she pulled you away almost the second you spoke.

“Likewise stranger.” The one that originally called for Lily yelled out to you. The cute one with the adorably messy hair and way to cute glasses.

“Who was that?” You asked after she slowed down outside the common room.

She shook her head urgently, “Bad news. Stay away from him. That entire group. Remus is the only decent one. But look at the company he keeps, so who knows.” She sighed leading you towards the dining hall. Each time you made it out of the common room you picked up a little bit more of the castle. It was still an enormous living maze, but you were slowly getting there.

“Alright.” You nodded along continuing to follow her along. You took the seat across from her ignoring all the stares you were receiving from all the different tables. You were the new girl. It was to be expected. It all still felt so foreign to you. The colors were much different to start. The castle was much grander. Everything was the same but so slightly different.

“You made it! And you brought a new friend.” She turned towards you, “I’m Marlene.”

“And I’m Mary.” The pretty girl sitting next to Lily introduced herself.

“Hi.” You nodded to each girl, “Nice to meet you both.” You wanted to implode in on yourself after seeing the curious glances each girl tossed Lily.

“Oh, you’ve got to tell us how you ended up here.” Marlene squeezed your arm immediately once hearing your accent, a detail Lily had left out when she told them there was a new sixth year transfer.

That’s how you became quick friends with a few of the girls you were sharing a room with, by divulging your life story. They were attentive listeners and even better at asking questions as they learned about you. You were only interrupted when the four boys from earlier found seats next to you and Lily. The one who was trying to grab her attention earlier, the brown haired one, sat next to Lily and Sirius sat down next to you.

“Lily! Y/N. So glad we ran into you.” James grinned attempting to scoot closer to Lily who was having none of it.

“What are we then James?” Marlene stared at the boy who you didn’t have a name for yet for excusing her and Mary in the hello’s.

He wanted to roll his eyes but stopped short. It was always best to stay on her good side though, “Marlene, Mary.” He nodded acknowledging there presence as well, “Have a nice summer holiday?” He asked Marlene who just rolled her eyes in response.

“We don’t want your pity questions James.” She turned back towards Mary. A small smile crossed your lips as you observed the interaction between what you assumed to be old friends. You looked back over to Lily who didn’t look so thrilled to be interrupted by the group, her arms crossed over her chest and a frown not so happily across her face.

“And I don’t really want you here Potter.” She spat out his last name. You made a note to ask her about this later. She really seemed to dislike him.

“Ouch.” Sirius tried defending his friend by deflecting the conversation back to him.

“Oh, you always have something to say!” Lily was visibly frustrated now. You weren’t quite sure what to do either. The two groups clearly having some sort of history that you weren’t privy too, yet. You couldn’t wait to grill them tonight like they just grilled you about your own life.

“Let’s just go.” The shier one from earlier stood, “James you have all year to annoy Lily. Sirius you have the same to flirt with Y/N.”

Sirius grinned standing next to his friend, “It won’t even take a month. Give me more credit than that.” He countered making sure to wink right at you. You were more shocked than disgusted. American boys were straight forward but nothing quite like this. This was right in your face kind of flirting.

Your eyebrows were surely raised in visible surprise by now. He might’ve been the hottest guy you’ve ever laid your eyes on, but his personality was something left to be desired. You decided to take on the confident American route. It was either that or get eaten alive by him, “You’d be so lucky.” Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention back to Lily and the group. That wasn’t before you caught the sly grin spreading across James’ face.

“I’m telling you both!” Marlene laughed as you, her, and Lily walked to potions together. Luckily you and Lily had nearly identical schedules. You were sure McGonagall had something to do with it, but she just brushed it off. You were utterly thankful for the so-called coincidence though. You didn’t think you’d be able to make it around without her. The castle being over a thousand years older than Ilvermorny truly made Howards feel like a gigantic maze you were never going to figure out.

“Alright,” Lily laughed feeling the warmth radiate from Marlene. For as snappy as Marlene was she was truly one of the kindest people you’d met, “say Remus really does like Dorcas… what do we do?”

You shook your head, “Nothing. Nothing good happens when you meddle in between two people!” You warned the both of them. Marlene had heard a rumor that Dorcas was interested in Remus and Remus was very interested in her. She wanted to do something about it, of course. Finding the two of them too shy to make any moves. But you knew better, that would never end well.

“That’s no fun Y/N.” Marlene visibly pouted trying to make you feel a little bad. It wasn’t going to work on you though. You were the queen of doing shit like this.

You laughed to your new friends, “Go for it then. Gives me something to watch.” Eyebrows raised as if to challenge them you only laughed harder seeing Marlene’s shocked expression.

Both girls joined in your laughter as the group made its way down to the potions classroom. Potions wasn’t your least favorite class but it’s not like you enjoyed it. It never really came that naturally to you like it did so many other students. Your favorite class, almost like anybody at Ilvermorny would say, was charms. Unfortunately, you couldn’t take that all day, or you would.

The three of you continued chatting until something wet, sticky, and far too gooey dropped onto all three of your heads. Marlene gasped as she started trying anything to get the disgusting smelling goo off of her. Lily started yelling that James and his stupid boy group was behind it. You were a little too stunned to speak. You weren’t the biggest fan of surprises, and this so-called prank came out of nowhere completely taking you off guard. You’d never felt so… exposed?

You heard the snickers of Sirius and the one you’d learned was named Peter up ahead. James wasn’t to be seen and Remus looked almost apologetic. Like he couldn’t stop them but needed to supervise his friends. You had a feeling the two of you would be fast friends.

Taking out your wand you knew the charm that would do the trick. Whispering out a soft, ‘skurge’ holding your wand out to Marlene who was more in a fit of rage than in any state of trying to figure out who had done it. She shot you a thanks when she realized you were the one who used a charm to clean her up. Once she was cleaned up you cast the same spell at Lily who gave you a thumbs up before taking off to go yell at the boys who had the audacity to do that to them.

You probably should’ve cleaned yourself up before taking a step, but you weren’t really thinking all that clearly. Unlucky for you the goo had seeped down your robe and onto the stone all around you. Being as clumsy as you were you stepped right into the slippery stuff. Your legs slipped out behind you. Before anybody could even react your head contacted the stone stairway behind you knocking you nearly unconscious. Your eyes opened quickly. Placing a hand behind your head you hazily remembered what just occurred.

“Oh, shit.” Sirius knew he was in trouble when you didn’t immediately stand up.

Lily’s face went a little pale. Marlene stepped back. Remus was the only one who seemed to come to his senses enough to react. Quickly, he walked over to you whispering another charm to close up the back of your head. He might not be able to fix the internal damage, but he’d be damned if he let your head continue to bleed.

“What happened?” James asked looking at the scene before him in confusion. He decided on taking the morning to train for quidditch on the pitch with his captain. He was a good chaser. But he wanted to be remembered for being great. He knew he needed to put in the time so that’s he worked it in. Before class. Between it and after it. He was still working on the whole timing thing though. He didn’t mean to be late, he just forgot to set the timer.

Sirius took a step forward before shyly looking away from him, “She slipped. It was an accident.” He didn’t want to elaborate. The angry look already evident on his friends face. Remus helped you to your feet making sure you could actually stand before taking a step back.

“Slipped on what Sirius?” James looked mad. Like he wanted to punch Sirius right in the face. Both Lily and Marlene watched the interaction curiously. He’d only shown that level of protection over Lily before. Had all her years of pushing him away actually worked? Was Lily actually free of James Potter’s advances? Was it at a cost to you? Sirius looked away like a puppy being scolded for doing something it knows not to.

“That goo we made the other night.” It wasn’t often that James yelled at Sirius for a prank. More often than not he was egging him right along. Remus was the one who stopped a majority of their pranks. He let the more innocent ones go. He thought this one was going to be innocent enough.

James was more than angry. They talked about it literally last night. Lily was off limits. You were off limits until they either got to know you better or you pranked them first. James didn’t want to admit how intrigued you made him in just the two short interactions you’d had. That same possessive nature came out when he saw you on the ground holding the back of your head with blood running down in.

James rolled his eyes at his best friend. He’d have it in for him tonight. But for now, he was more concerned with the delirious gaze your eyes seemed to have held. It’s like you were there but you weren’t. James knew that expression. He’d seen countless teammates and himself in that state after a bludger or bat knocked them off their brooms. You’d be fine but it should never have happened. That’s why he was upset.

“Remus, tell Professor Slughorn what happened. I’ll take her to the hospital wing. They should know what to do.” He took one of your hands in his. You weren’t feeling too great at this point. It looked like there were at least three versions of himself in your vision. It was hard to even focus on James’ face in front of you.

Remus’ eyes shot up in surprise. James wasn’t usually the first one that sprung to action. Certainly not for somebody he’d just met to boot, “Alright.” He watched him curiously for a moment before turning to the rest of the group who were all watching just as questioningly. James wasn’t like this. He was the pompous asshole usually standing tall next to Sirius.

James turned his attention back to you and the gash on the back of your head. He nodded in approvement of Remus’s ability to heal. It was usually him or Sirius doing the healing, not Remus. This too was a change.

“Can you walk love?” He asked squeezing your hand gently after turning away from his friends. Remus made sure to usher them into the classroom no matter how bad they all wanted to watch the strange scene before them. It was so seemingly out of character for James.

Turning your head towards him you winced feeling the extent of how hard your head really hit that step, “Hmm?” You heard him but you didn’t really hear what he had said.

When he asked again you tried to form words in your head but was seeming to come up just short. Only seemingly to be able to nod or mumble out responses. You might’ve hit your head harder than you thought. How wild was it to be able to comprehend but not able to communicate back.

“Okay.” He frowned trying to pull you but not being able to get far before your legs wanted to give out. He sighed turning back towards you, “I’m going to have to pick you up now. Is that alright?”

Nodding your head was all he was going to get out of you at this point. You were starting to fade faster than even you thought. You heard a faint, “I’m so sorry, I told him not to.” Before you brain decided it needed you knocked out.

“Ahh, Miss Y/L/N. You’re awake.” You heard the healer speak before your eyes were even open. It always amazed you that they seemed to know your status before even you did. Sucking in a sharp breath you felt the back of your head with a dull throb, “Drink this.” She handed you a cup of dark nasty smelling liquid.

You tossed it back trying not to gag on the medicine. You never questioned what they gave you because it was always beneficial. But it always tasted like shit. No matter what it was it tasted like your least favorite food multiplied by a hundred.

“Yeah, guess I am.” You opened your eyes again slower this time, glancing at your surroundings. You’d expected to see many places in your first week here, but the hospital wing was certainly not one.

“Knocked your head there pretty good, yeah?” The woman smiled standing next to you, “You’ll feel a little fuzzy for the next few hours before the potion kicks in. Mr. Potter here offered to watch over you for the afternoon.” She smirked at you blocking his view. Like she knew something you didn’t.

“Sure.” You nodded your head gently. You were surely going to have to find a good, albeit less painful, stunt to pull back on Sirius. Because this whole thing was too embarrassing when you thought about it. You were already the school gossip that was slowly dying down now it was all going to be reignited after this whole thing.

“Very well.” Her thick Irish accent made it almost impossible for you to understand, “You’re free to go.”

“Thank you.” Pushing yourself up you took a moment to get your bearings straight.

James stood out of his chair quickly walking over to your side, “Easy now love.”

You laughed more to yourself than him, “I thought that was just a rumor.” You mumbled. He gave you a confused expression as if ready to call the healer back over, “The love thing.”

He offered his hand for you to take. Without even thinking you took his offer using him to balance as you stood on your feet. You felt the potion kicking in as the fuzziness began to fade slowly. You always thanked your lucky stars that you were born as a wizard and not a no-maj. You’d have probably killed yourself from how clumsy you were.

James smiled, understanding your comment, “Does it make you uncomfortable?” He asked. You thought for a moment before breaking out into a smile of your own. Had a guy ever been so thoughtful before? He asked for permission before touching you, asked if his words were too much. You needed to be careful before you got yourself into too much trouble. Your thoughts wandering too far. There was deep history there with one of your newest friends. You didn’t want to mess anything up with that either.

You shook your head, regretting it almost instantly, “Not at all. I think it’s cute.” Your filter was clearly gone with the potion working its magic.

“Cute?” James smiled taking your hand in his.

“Cute.” You reaffirmed hoping he’d let it go and not tease you too incessantly about it.

James made a mental note of it before changing the conversation. He’d agreed to make sure you were in good hands. He’d happily skip class at the doctor’s orders. At least he had a very valid excuse, “Come on, let’s get you back to the common room.”

You agreed with a hum, “Sounds like a plan, Stan.” You grinned goofily following in his footsteps quickly. He wouldn’t let you fall too far behind with his hands still in yours.

James shook his head while half-way puling you along, “I knew that rumor was true.”

“Which one?”

He paused, smiling to himself, “That Americans are really strange.”

A shocked but goofy expression came to you, “I’m hereby offended for all Americans with a comment like that James Potter.”

He shrugged continuing the small trek back to the Gryffindor common room, “Have you tried not being strange, love?” James was having a little too much fun now. Knowing he was crossing the line between friendly and concerned to one of a much flirtier nature. Conversations with Lily were always negative and ended up being too exhausting. All the while he found himself drawn to you just by short conversation he’s shared with you. He quickly came to admire the quick-witted nature about you. How sure you carried yourself for being thrown in the situation you had been in.

As nervous as you were to spend the whole afternoon with James there was nothing to worry about. The conversation came so easily between the two of you. It was almost as if two old friends were reconnecting after not seeing the other for a while. The two of you having more in common than you would’ve thought. Both of you not having any siblings but coming from a very rigid but loving home. Both of you having to move around for your dad’s jobs. Your father being in the government while his you learned created a hair product that was becoming rather successful uprooting their family from normalcy.

He even went on to explain his and Lily’s relationship, or lack thereof one. He admitted all the faults he’d made throughout the years and how he actually started trying to mend the relationship last year, but she wasn’t buying it.

“I think you should keep trying.” You encouraged him, “At least to just be friends. I know I don’t know her like the other girls do but she’s really a great person. I’m sure she’s got a soft spot for you somewhere.” You nudged him. The two of you had started on opposite ends of the couch but had slowly migrated closer together. Neither of you caring about the curious looks you were getting from each and every Gryffindor student grades one through seven that passed by.

He nodded letting out a sigh, “I’ll keep trying. She doesn’t make it very easy.” He laughed with a sad look in his eye, “Enough about her. How are you feeling?” He’d noticed how your eyes had gotten progressively more tired throughout the afternoon. The potion must’ve been wearing off. No matter what it seemed to be it always left the recipient tired after a certain amount of time.

James looked at the clock closing in on five. He knew the guys would be meeting in the cafeteria. He’d all but abandoned them today. But they had to have known. As gross as it was to admit he was almost thankful everything went down. He’d gotten to spend time with the new girl who’d immediately grabbed his attention. It scared him how quickly you swooped in and stole his focus away from Lily.

Lily noticed immediately. Instead of pestering her throughout class he started going for you. She bit her tongue when she saw him toss you a note charming it to unfold when Professor McGonagall looked away. Lily would’ve immediately crumpled it up and tossed it back to him. You smiled from ear to ear seeing the sweet little note sent your way. Scribbling back a reply quickly to him you tossed it as soon as McGonagall turned away again. She didn’t know how to feel about the change. She wasn’t sad or jealous. She really didn’t want him. She missed the attention a little. You were now getting it all. She couldn’t blame him though. He’d been trying for years. He finally got the hint.

You definitely welcomed the attention. It felt good. Refreshing. Sirius backed off immediately getting the not-so-subtle hints from James. James had decided he was going to get to know you. He was going to do it the right way. Get to know you, become a friend and then hopefully more. He’d never expected this. He had every intention of pursuing Lily when he got back to school but then you showed up. He found you absolutely fascinating and just downright adorable.

“I’m good. Just a little tired.” You admitted after not being able to stop the yawn from coming.

He nodded, “Why don’t you go take a nap? I’ll tell one of the girls to bring you back some dinner. I’d help you upstairs, but those stairs are charmed.” He smiled knowing he’s tried damn near everything to break the charm. Turns out old wizards are better at magic than he was.

It started slow. With those notes that Lily noticed. Then it progressed to cute little lunch dates away from the group. James made sure that you attended his quidditch matches throughout the beginning of the school year. He knew if you were there he’d play better. He wanted to impress you. And impress you he did. He was everywhere out on the pitch. Playing out of his damn mind every time the ball came his way. After a few quick weeks of small gestures, he’d finally got the courage to ask you out on a real date, a dinner date away from the dining hall and prying eyes. He’d promised a candlelight picnic up in the astronomy tour since the sun set so early in the night.

He'd delivered on his promise, big time. You’d gasped lightly when you saw what looked like thousands of white candles all over the top of the tower with a small picnic set up in the middle. Roses, your favorite flower, as décor and all.

“James, wow.” You took it all in walking around the footpath he had made. You were sure he’d found a spell or something, but it was always the thought that counted. He’d actually listened to you. For the first time in forever a guy listened to what you liked and what you wanted and then executed on those wishes. How were you not going to absolutely give this guy a shot? You’d felt a little bad taking him away from Lily, but she gave you her full blessing. She started dating a handsome seventh year not long after James’s interest in her had almost completely vanished as it shifted towards you.

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he watched you take it all it, “Hopefully you like it.” He looked at you with a hopeful expression.

You stopped before abruptly walking towards him giggling to yourself, “Do I like it? James Potter this is incredible. I love it. It’s everything and more.”

He sighed in relief suddenly feeling so much more confident, “Oh, that’s a relief. I’ve never done anything like this.”

Your smile was one that could really light up a room. Especially since you were already so smitten with the unruly haired man, “I would’ve never have known. It’s beautiful. Thank you James.” You hugged him quickly. Giving his lips a brief flash before you squeezed his torso into your own. It’s crazy how much you’d grown to care for the boy over the last three or so weeks of knowing him.

You grew to care for his insane friends too. Sirius ended up apologizing. While things started rocky the two of you quickly became scheming buddies. Remus tried his best to stop the two of you but often came up short. He was able to stop one mischievous mind but three altogether? There wasn’t a chance. Lucky for them you were clever and often thought your way out of the problems that always inevitably rose. You’d help them avoid detention for the last two weeks which was almost unheard of for them.

When you weren’t with Sirius you were studying with Remus. You had a lot of different small things to catch up on. Thankfully Remus offered to help knowing how difficult it all probably was. Especially since he knew James was after you now. Making it official to the guys the previous night before bed. Oh, how quickly the heart can change when it needs to.

He decided to throw caution to the wind as he wrapped his arms fully around you, thoroughly enjoying the height different between you. He kissed the top of your head before resting on it gently, still holding you close, “Anything for you.”

You hummed holding him peacefully. Luckily for you the usually gray Scottish sky decided to clear up for you this fine autumn evening. After a moment you pulled away, “I’m starving.” You admitted before you heard a rumble in your stomach you were sure James heard.

The laughter that left his lips confirmed your fear, oh well, “Let’s eat. I had a few of the house elves from the kitchens pack this up, so it should be good.” He let you walk ahead. He followed close behind you though. Making sure to keep his hand around your waist in the process.

“Really?” You asked curiously sitting down next to the basket in the spot he had made, “How’d you pull that off?”

He shrugged, “I know a lot of secrets about this castle. I can teach you sometime.” His goofy grin pulled yours right out alongside his. He was so handsome as the candlelight lit up his features with the moon behind him.

You nodded while memorizing his features in this rare light, “I’d love that James. I really would.” You wanted to give him all of the confidence he usually had. Of course, you found it adorable he had gotten so nervous. But you truly were starting to fall in love with the chatty James. The unashamed to be himself James.

You were nervous too though. You’d never had a boy care enough to go to such lengths. It made you horrifically nervous that you’d mess it all up, say the wrong thing at the wrong time. You knew better than to stress about it. It was too easy to spiral when those thoughts would never even cross James’ mind. You needed to relax. He had feelings for a reason. He was interested in you.

“It’s a date then.” He said so casually you weren’t sure if you heard him right. But the smile on his face confirmed what you thought was true. This one had hardly started and the two of you were already setting up the next one.

It took the pressure right on off when you nodded confirming, “It’s a date.”

“How’s Saturday afternoon sound? We have practice in the morning but it’s our first Hogsmeade weekend if you wanted to come with me.” He looked nervous asking but he didn’t need to worry, not one bit.

You nodded excitedly while taking a piece of cheese off the plate, “I’d love to! Seriously, that sounds like so much fun.” You’d heard the girls talking about Hogsmeade and how fun it was to go and get away from the castle. You were planning on going with Marlene and Dorcas since Lily was going with her new fling. You weren’t too worried about telling them that you’d had a slight change of plans, they’d been pushing it surprisingly. Even after Lily rejected him for years, the group seemed much more open to the idea of you and James together.

His soft smile at your response sent your heart into a frenzy. The physical reactions you were having because of him was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. Sure, you’ve been on dates and had a supposed ‘boyfriend’ but this… this was something entirely different. You didn’t feel anything that deep. Nothing like this. The effortless nature of the relationship. The desire to be always around him. The want to see his face, hear his laugh and touch his skin was growing stronger by the day at an alarming rate.

“How do you like flying?” James asked as the two of you continued to eat in a comfortable silence.

“I’ll be honest. I’m tragic at it. Never got the hang of it.” It was easier to just admit the truth than trying to hide behind a lie.

James leaned forward, eyes gazing over every point on your face. He too was admiring your beauty as the moonlight cast a soft shadow over your face. He got butterflies as he began to see a future with you. He wanted to make plans. He wanted to show you how to do things you didn’t know how to. Hell, he even wanted you to meet his parents. He was ready to dive first into this entire thing without fear. James had so much love to give and nobody to give it to. He wanted to give it to you.

“I can show you.” He spoke after the brief gaze he had given you.

Your eyes were all but sparkling by now. It amazed you that Lily was so anti-James. But you’d gotten her story and understood. Third- and Fourth-year James was a total menace to any desired peace at Hogwarts. Even James agreed to the accusations. Admitting he probably wasn’t the best person during those years.

Fortunately for you, you’d only gotten to see him at his best. He was still his goofy, fun-loving self just toned down a bit. Or a lot.

“You would?” Leaning back onto the palms of your hands you sat there an observed him. It was hard for you to believe that you’d managed to get such a handsome and fun guy to fall for you like you were him. You never found yourself to be the most desirable at Ilvermorny. All the guys seemed to go for your friends leaving you to fend for yourself. It never bothered you, just left you wanting to feel desired.

He nodded taking your hand in his, “Absolutely I would!” He grinned scooting closer to you, “Let’s do it.”

He moved as if to stand confusing you, “Now?”

He shrugged still making sure to hold your hand while he got up, “Why not?”

You looked around, “It’s dark?”

“So?” His smile was so big you began to feel the excitement that was radiating off him. Your smile slowly matched his as you thought about it some more.

“What if I fall?”

He shook his head pulling you to your feet now, “I’d never let that happen, love.” He could sense your unease as you surveyed the lands in the moonlight from the tower, “I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you ride with me tonight? Next time I’ll get you your own broom.”

Nodding quickly, you didn’t want to lose your courage. You trusted him. Probably more than you should. You had only known him for the better amount of three weeks. But there was something so pure and honest that you knew he was telling you the utmost truth, he’d never let you fall, “Okay. Let’s do it.”

“Yeah?” He asked once more making sure you were actually okay with the spontaneous plan.

“Come on, let’s go before I can think of all the reasons not too.” You squeezed his hand this time to reassure him.

“I knew I liked you.” Placing a quick kiss on your cheek, to your surprise, he happily escorted you out of the castle and to the pitch where the two of you spent the next few hours flying around occasionally checking to make sure nobody was onto you. You had a certain feeling that this was going to be the start of a brand-new life for you. One filled with the utmost love and the most insane adventures. You were going to have to thank you mom for not letting you talk her out of moving you half a world away. But man, were you thankful.

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mr2swap · 1 year ago

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Halloween Special: Hairy Potter

The sound of Mommy's car horn that they met outside made my father jump who was now dressed in my Superman costume, while I was in the living room of our house playing video games, He made an exception of annoyance and muttered some curses softly that I could hear. He jumped down from the sofa and with his small legs walked towards the kitchen. He stretched out one of his short arms adorned with fake muscles and took the plastic gourd.

-Just… don't leave the house, okay? there's pizza in the fridge and if you need something just call mom and... better not call- My father was nervous, he brought one of his little hands to his forehead and caressed his pale forehead, it's been a long time since he spent time alone with mom, though now he'll have to spend it as a 10-year-old instead of a 35-year-old professional bodybuilder.

-Everything will be a great daddy! Just…relax- my father sighed once more before trying to leave through the front door, but now he was less than half his size and needed the help of an adult, like me.

I put on the video game and with my long and hairy legs I walked to the door and helped my father open the door, my mother was dressed as Supergirl and she smiled at my father as soon as she saw him out with his adorable superman costume.

-Have fun trick-or-treating and don't eat them all, save some for me!- My powerful deep voice rang throughout the neighborhood as my father walked to my mom's car, as my father got in the car I could see a small smile on his embarrassed face. That was the first time I had seen my father smile since our bodies were switched after I made a wish on that old “Zoltar” machine at the mall.

I closed the door to the house and began to undress as I walked to my room where I kept my costume for the Halloween party. It was strangely liberating to take off Dad's tight clothes and let my long furry wee-wee sway from side to side. from side to side while jumping up and down with happiness, I know it's wrong to lie to my father about the wish I made, but he would be spanking himself if I told him that my wish was to be able to attend the adult Halloween party.

I wasted no time and began to put on the long socks that I had bought myself with daddy's credit card from the first day we woke up in each other's room and with our bodies swapped, daddy's big hairy feet looked good with Red and gold colors, I looked in the mirror and saw my daddy's furry bare torso adorned with a Gryffindor patterned tie.

I looked around to see that I was utterly alone and made my father's juicy tits dance in front of the mirror -Boom, Boom, Boom- a small laugh escaped from my mouth as I tried to make sound effects with my deep and adult voice.

When I was done with that I took one last look in the mirror and flexed my colossal biceps exposing my daddy's hairy pits. -I sure win the costume contest with my “Hairy Potter” costume-

Now with my full costume, I walk to daddy's room and get his wallet, car keys, and ID, I may not have candy this year but I'm sure now I can order one of those adult drinks that my father forbade me to drink, well he is not here and I am the adult now so I will enjoy Halloween as an adult.

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blueberrymash · 2 months ago

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james sirius potter - the star boy

·˚ ༘ just some headcanons on what I think harry potter's eldest son would be like

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- he's a big marvel fan and he lovess miles morales (he literally wants to be him), if he had a girlfriend he'd beg her to go as miles and gwen for halloween. literally don't talk to him about any superhero stuff though, he'll talk your ear off he's such a fanboy and gets like a little kid whenever he talks about batman, spiderman or captain america.

- he's extremely popular like almost ridiculously so. he has a huge friend group and everyone except maybe for the slytherins like and respect him. nobody says that they don't like james sirius potter and if anyone within the gryffindor house would even utter one bad word about him, they would definitely be frowned upon

- some say he's like a carbon copy of his father, because they're so similar in so many aspects (they're both sassy boys).

- OH he's absolutely a fuck boy. there's not a single doubt in my mind that he is. he's not against having a girlfriend but she'd definitely have to be super popular as well and stand out from the masses. he'd never date someone shy or introverted, since he's like "if the word 'extroverted' was a person" if you know what I mean. he just wants somebody to match his freak and do crazy irresponsible shit with. he's also the type of person who loves to go out & socialize so he'd need to date somebody who's also like that. he also needs to release the pent up energy inside him so staying in all of the time just isn't an option for him. but he would have introverted friends.

- he likes to make out with hot girls at parties and forget their name in the morning. he likes to drink and sometimes smoke as well. he's the life of the party, always animating everyone to dance and drink and play games, always doing smalltalk with everyone and remembering little details about them but forgetting the big things (like their name lmao). he's a beer pong champion and in general really good at all the party games. he's just like a party animal

- he always knows the right things to say at the right time and people adore him for it. he genuinely cares about everyone in his year, even the slytherin outcasts. if he sees someone crying or hurt he doesn't care who you are or which house you're in, he's cheering you up

- he likes to be the center of attention. whenever his dad is followed by paparazzi or journalists, he makes a show out of talking to them, posing for the cameras until he's pulled away by ginny. she's honestly so done with him by now because he's such a sucker for attention lmaoo. but then he ends up in like famous wizard magazines (even the daily prophet) and he just has the biggest, most smug grin on his face when he sees his picture, it definitely encourages him to keep giving the paparazzi what they want

- he's also a family guy even if he doesn't get along with albus that well. he loves his little sister lily though and his mom and his dad. christmas with his family is his favorite thing because he loves their little traditions. he always puts great care in what he gets eveyone as a present and he loves it when lily's face lights up when he gets her that exact thing she wanted. he also loves his grandmother (slayy grandma molly) and he always proudly wears the sweaters that she knits him! the whole weasley-potter-delacour and whatnot family always has a big get-together ont the 25th or 26th of december and that's where james whips out his guitar and performs the christmas songs he's been working on perfecting all season.

- he lovesss quidditch and dancing and he'd actually be the type to start kpop dancing or something and he'd be AMAZING like actually breathtaking. he's the only thing you can look at while he performs on stage, he's just the golden boy. he'd go to training like everyday when he's at home and while he's at school he'd practice on his own! he really looks up to celestia warbeck and wants to be the male version of her when he's older! definitely he's really dedicated and I can imagine him being in like a boy group when he's older or going on to be a solo performer

- he can also sing and play the guitar, bro writes his own songs! his voice is the one of an angel and whenever he sings at a gryffindor bonfire or party, the whole room is drawn to him, falls for him. he dreams of being an entertainer or professional quidditch player later in his life and he's honestly made for it as well. the scouts who watch him play or dance always eat whatever he does up. he's literally destined to be a superstar, plus he also has great advantages from being a nepo baby.

- he's not that good at school though, except maybe for flying class and some random subject like divination (let's be honest, only because he flirts with professor trelawney), he'll just get some ravenclaw girl to tutor him though

- he's the type to take feminist literature to a café and pretend he's reading it lmaoo. it's not like he's not a feminist or doesn't support women's rights (he loves women), the boy just doesn't read books, like at all. he just wants to pick up women with the feminist literature and he'll pretend like he's read the book.

- honestly he'd even listen to lana del ray or taylor swift and he's not embarrased or scared he'll be seen as gay or soft. he knows he's straight (maybe even a little heteroflexible) and cis and he doesn't feel threatened in his masculinity when a gay boy comes and flirts with him, he sees it as an honour and politely declines, I mean, he even has gay friends and gay cousins and bro let's be honest, even though he isn't out yet, his brother's definitely a bit fruity for his best friend scorpius. he's not scared of rumours about his identity or sexuality, people can misinterpret him, he literally doesn't care.

- unbothered king!! you either love him or you hate him but he literally doesn't care, he can be so nonchalant and can definitely break a girl's heart cause he literally DOES NOT CARE TUT and he's definitely gotten himself into a lot of situationships (like I said, he's a fuckboy) but he will only ever get with a girl he is in love with, he doesn't just bring any girl home to his momma, she'd have to be special

- apropos, he is such a mama's boy! not like those boys who's momma is in love with them and hates every girlfriend their son brings home, no, that's obviously not ginny, but he just honestly loves his mom! he likes to go shopping with her and lily or go get their nails done with them (yes, he also loves those pretty nails with designs, not the long acrylic ones obviously but the short ones. he practically advanced from just painting his nails black to getting designs on them)

- the best way to be in james' life is honestly to either be one of his cousins or friends. his friends are literally like family to him and he's so loyal to them. also he's such a fun friend and always comes up with the best ideas, it's never boring with him. he's also open to doing so many different things, depending on what his freinds are like. if you're introverted and like staying in, he'll literally just do that with you and yes, he'll even watch gossip girl and do face masks, he doesn't mind, he just likes spending time with his friends. he'll enjoy whatever he does as long as its with a friend. and if you're one of his cousins he'll literally treat you like a sibling / best friend because all of his cousins are his best friends

- he's sooo generous and caring. you haven't eaten all day and feel like you're about to die from starvation? have his entire sandwich and let him bring you a plate of food from the house elves kitchen to your room. you feel like throwing up? bbg he'll hold your hair while you're puking and give you back rubs. you don't have anything to do in the summer holidays? come with him on the potter family holiday to spain! he literally just wants his loved ones to be happy and he'll do anything for their happiness

y'all want more?

#james sirius potter •⪩⪨•#hp next gen x reader #harry potter next gen x reader #james sirius potter x fem!reader #harry potter #harry potter next generation #james sirius potter x reader #james sirius potter #james sirius potter headcanons #albus severus potter #lily luna potter #james sirius potter x platonic!reader #ginny weasley #molly weasley #grandma molly weasley

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t1oui · 7 months ago

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chaotic bcj headcanons bc i have brainrot about this man OFTEN

italian, greek (mum), british, and spanish (dad)

grew up in italy, it's his first language (he was invited to hogwarts bc his dad works for the ministry)

can learn a language in about 2 seconds

speaks italian, english, greek, and spanish (only learned it to spite his dad who can't speak spanish)

almost sorted into ravenclaw, he was nearly a hatstall

likes to spend his time pointing out all the reasons why english sucks (he is probably the best english speaker of all his friends and he wasn't fluent till he was 11 (they've been speaking english their entire lives))

very tall. it is literally impossible to lose this man in a crowd

loves to swim but gets pissy if the water's too warm

is a sub 100%. if evan is ace he's still a sub but in a nonsexual way

he's crazy in the way that all smart people are a lil crazy because nobody fully understands him (read: he's best friends with lily evans)

makes fun of jegulus for being jealous but will throw hands if someone smiles at evan from across the great hall

in constant need of piggyback rides but too tall to get them from anybody but remus

love language is physical touch, if he is not touching someone at all times he gets anxious

this usually means holding hands with his friends... and biting evan

worships the ground his bf walks on daily <3

never studies but has perfect grades

loves dying his hair, usually green but also random colors like red and purple and blue (pandora's favorite color)

once sirius dyed barty's hair hot pink to get back at him for who knows what it's barty but barty actually loved it (sirius was PISSED)

bisexual

happily asks evan to give him pictures to wank to (evan obliges)

have i mentioned he's a total fucking simp. yeah

was quidditch commentator for 2 seconds before mcgonagall fired him (he kept gossiping about the players)

actually loves people so deeply it hurts (james does the same thing but his love for people is on the surface while barty hides his most of the time)

hella adhd

insists on being the little spoon, can't sleep otherwise

has a ton of piercings and is completely COVERED in tattoos (at least half are dedicated to evan, the other half to the rest of his friends (including the gryffindors, especially lily!!))

mama's boy, like this man brings up his mom every 6 seconds, he thinks she's the smartest person on earth (other than evan ofc)

has a lot in common with james (as seen above), barty beefs with him for about a month and then realizes james is actually super chill (james and evan were already friends lol)

the biggest fuck you to his dad? not only does he hate politics, he wants to be an artist

likes painting just fine, and drawing is ok (he mostly just draws evan and the skittles, sometimes others like lily and james), but he LOVES ceramics

is an amazing cook, spends a lot of time in the kitchens with the house elves

(in a world without voldemort, he and hermione granger would get along very well)

favorite subjects are charms and defense against the dark arts (y'all remember when he was actually kind of a good dada professor in gof? yeah)

my computer's about to die so i'll leave it here, might add more later tho <3

#hp fandom #harry potter fandom #hp #marauders era #barty crouch jr #bcj #rosekiller #the slytherin skittles #hp headcanon

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home-from-hogwarts · 5 months ago

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Lily Evans Headcanons

Lily and Sev did significant reading prior to attending Hogwarts in their first year. They were already worried about being behind because of their upbringing. This also adds another layer to Sev's comment during the first potions class about how Harry hadn't looked over his textbooks over the summer- and hence he clearly isn't as good as his mother.

Given that all of her information about Hogwarts came from Sev, I think that she really, really wanted to be in Slytherin. She asked the hat to let her be one, but it refused and put her in Gryffindor (largely because she'd get eaten alive there as a muggleborn).

Two implications to this- first, it provides an interesting contrast to Harry's own sorting, where we're told that he would make a good Slytherin and he chooses Gryffindor. Secondly, Sev would be sorted after Lily with the belief that she didn't ask for the right house or willingly abandoned him.

I think that she had an obsessive, one-sided academic rivalry with the marauders. She wouldn't have wanted those "pureblood snobs" to beat her in anything. She needed to prove that her magic was good enough.

She believed everything she had originally read about magical creatures. I don't think that she was pausing to question her school textbooks, and the result of this was that she had come around to the fact that Remus was a werewolf.

JKR has already said that she did magic outside of school and got a few warning letters as a result. My opinion is that Lily clearly hid this from her parents- hence why the Dursleys weren't aware of the rule while raising Harry.

It could be really interesting for Lily to have a temper. After all, 80% of The Prince's Tale is her arguing with people. Maybe she damages her relationship with Petunia by snapping at her pretty brutally, maybe her anger at the Death Eaters is what drives her to join the Order, maybe in her early years of Hogwarts she actually hexes James and gets detention. Angsty Harry gets his all-caps rages from her.

Harry also inherited his "saving people thing" from his mom. But while Harry's dream career was to be an auror, Lily wanted to be a healer at St. Mungo's. I think that she would have done whatever the magical equivalent of ER nurse was.

James did not constantly ask her out before seventh year. Obviously by the lake, and maybe once or twice besides, but not constantly. Frankly I don't think that she would have married him if he was always that obnoxious.

James liked her because she was a bit of a challenge. She was intelligent (first in Charms, etc) and he respected that. Lily was willing to give him pushback on things. The books show someone who was genuinely witty as well- which worked, because James needed someone with a sense of fun and who could mesh well with the marauders. He got that in Lily.

More traditional than people give her credit for. She was married at eighteen, had a child soon afterwards, and took her husband's last name. Given that Gryffindor is associated with chivalry, I'm going to extrapolate that her and James had a relationship based on that sort of model. (Ie, James was opening doors, carrying her textbooks for her, etc, etc).

She and Petunia shared the same long neck/noticeably bony body. I like to think that they look alike somehow. These aren't things that make someone ugly anyway- Harry disliked them on Petunia because Petunia had a horrible personality.

She would have made a great mom for Harry. Maybe she wasn't the "fun parent", but she would be the one who was a good listener and gave advice. She would read to her kids, leave them a note on their bed when they did something that she was proud of, etc. Just very emotionally involved.

#lily evans #headcanons #James potter #harry potter #Severus snape #meta #marauders era #marauders fandom #gryffindor #Jily #pro jily

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eevylynn · 5 months ago

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September First

Sterek || T|| Hogwarts AU || 2789 wc

Derek Hale is a seventh year werewolf on the Ravenclaw quidditch team and is now Headboy. Stiles Stilinski is the son of a witch mom and squib dad and is now a fifth year Slytherin prefect. Read to see which houses the others are in. No HP characters included in this. Teen Wolf ones only.

Made using the prompt "Harry Potter AU" for @sterekbingo

I seem to imagine every fandom I'm in as characters in Hogwarts at some point or another, lol! I started this even before I got my bingo card, but I got distracted.

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Noah Stilinski popped his head into his son’s room, knocking softly on the door as he went to wake his son up to get him ready to catch the train.

The fifteen year old wizard was sprawled across the thin bed, legs tangled in the duvet, head and one arm slightly hanging off the side next to his pillow. The boy’s mouth was hanging wide open with a small line of drool coming down one corner. Noah shook his head, laughing softly. Having grown over half a foot in the last year alone, it was hard to think of Stiles as a boy anymore now that his son was almost eye level with him. Heck, Noah will probably have to surprise the kid with a bigger bed come winter break because he’s just about outgrown his narrow childhood one.

Shaking the morose thoughts out of his head before he started dwelling on how Claudia would have reacted to their son being taller than her, Noah cleared his throat before gruffly calling out, “Stiles!”

No reaction.

Noah blinked, took a breath, and called out louder, “Stiles!”

Stiles groaned and smacked his lips before rolling over to hug his pillow.

“STILES!”

Shooting out of bed like a bludger, the young wizard blinked a couple of times, willing his brain to wake up alongside his body.

His father smiled at how much Stiles reminded him of Claudia sometimes. She, too, was much more of a night owl than a morning person. “Come on, son,” Noah said. “It’s 8. We need to get ready, so we can leave and make it to the station on time.”

Stiles nodded and moved to get out of bed. Unfortunately, his legs were so tangled up in the sheets that he immediately fell over and face planted with a loud THUD.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Derek laid in his plush four poster bed, blinking at the light dancing across the dark ceiling above him as he listened to the early morning commotion in the house that was everyone else in the house getting ready for the day. Maybe if he just stayed here, no one would hear him in return.

Laura and Cora were fighting over who could have their shared bathroom first. Their dad, Elijah, was cooking breakfast in their large kitchen. Probably bacon, eggs, and either pancakes or waffles if Derek was smelling it right. Their mother was trying to make sure the terror twins, Benjamin and Ava, had packed everything for their first year of school with Peter making not so helpful comments that did nothing but stress out all three of them before Talia inevitably snapped at him to “Either be useful or get out of the room”. His cousin, Malia, sounded like she, too, was still in bed. Unlike him, however, she was still sleeping peacefully. Derek’s brother Patrick on the other hand–

“I know you’re awake in there,” Patrick’s deep voice grumbled from right outside Derek’s door.

Derek groaned as he climbed out of the warm embrace of his bed. Throwing on the outfit he had set out the night before, Derek walked over to open the door.

Patrick was two years older than Derek and Laura, and was, in Derek’s opinion, the perfect older brother.

Everyone loved Patrick. Not only did he have the Hale looks and a wonderfully deep gravelly voice that caused all the witches, and a fair number of wizards, to sigh, he was amazingly funny without being hurtful. Patrick could get along with absolutely everyone. He was both the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain as well as Headboy during his seventh year and seemed to handle that load flawlessly, earning all of his NEWTs in the process. He was even recruited to one of the top Quidditch teams in the league right out of Hogwarts and was actually awarded the Witch Weekly’s Most Charming Smile Award this past summer!

[continue reading on ao3]

#my writing #mywriting #sterek #eternalsterek #teen wolf fanfiction #harry potter au #teen wolf x harry potter #stiles stilinski #derek hale #fanfiction #sterekbingo

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redwinesupercvnt · 1 year ago

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in honor of my new 1989 brainrot aligning with my constant marauders brainrot i've decided to relate every song on 1989(tv) to marauders ships and moments 🩵🩵

welcome to new york - the marauder's first day at hogwarts when they're all exploring and excited

blank space - dorlene - the whole being drawn to each other and having a wild side plus boys only want love if it's torture is so sapphic

style - jily - everything about the song just screams jily they're a classic

out of the woods - rosekiller - they knew they were powerful together and were always facing new obstacles plus everyone knows they're lowkey toxic in the best ways

all you had to do was stay - jegulus - james to regulus after reg broke up with him it just makes so much sense

shake it off - sirius black - it's about srius after he gains independence and stops caring about what others think of him

i wish you would - wolfstar - i miss you too much to be mad anymore this seems like remus forgiving sirius after the prank but not knowing how to reach out

bad blood - wolfstar post prank - every single line in this song relates to remus's feelings about sirius after the prank i was thinking you could be trusted

wildest dreams - jegulus - it's about regulus thinking that being with james is never going to end well someday when you leave me

how you get the girl - jegulus - never told her why regulus leaving james because he thought it was best for him but realizing that they both need each other <3

this love - wolfstar - this love is alive back from the dead them getting back together after sirius gets out of azkaban and getting to be happy

i know places - jegulus - a love that has everyone against them is so jegulus coded no matter the context

clean - jegulus - i was drowning that's when i could finally breathe regulus letting go of his love for james when he drowned in the cave because he was finally free

wonderland - nobleflower - they had their own little world and it lingered even when it fell apart

new romantics - black brothers - i firmly believe this is sirius showing regulus what life is like without the rules of the house of black

"slut!" - wolfstar - sirius was always known as a player and and easy shag but he fell hard for remus, the casanova of gryffindor everyone wants him that was my crime

say don't go - jegulus - james begging reg to tell him that he wants him too but regulus isn't going to

now that we don't talk - black brothers - the first verse is reg to sirius you grew your hair long and the mom who says it's for the best is walburga and the second verse is sirius to reg and the mom is effie (just ignore the romance subtext i love this sm)

suburban legends - jily - lily pov knowing that in theory she and james are perfect together but it isn't going to work and the unmarked number was regulus

is it over now? - bartylus - this one was actually so hard but i love the idea of reg singing the bridge to barty about how he slept around after they broke up while he stayed quiet

this was really fun and i kinda want to make it a series lol let me know what you think and if you agree or disagree with my interpretations!!

#marauders #wolfstar #bartylus #jegulus #jily #nobleflower #rosekiller #remus lupin #sirius black #regulus black #black brothers #james potter #starchaser #lily evans #barty crouch jr #1989 taylor's version #taylor swift #1989 #1989 tv

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jeanbie · 6 months ago

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SLYTHERIN! ZEKE ★ masterlist.

part of the "hogwarts" series ੈ♡‧₊˚ starting with the older characters first and going down the list <33

when zeke got his Hogwarts letter, he was confused

confused because he had no idea he was even a wizard

the very last thing he expected to find out on his 11th birthday was that his dad was a wizard, and, oh yeah, before his mom died, she was a witch, too

so he's very cautious and doubtful about going to a magical boarding school, no matter how prestigious his dad keeps saying it is

who names their school Hogwarts anyway?

i don't even think zeke is 100% aware of the house prejudices until he gets sorted into Slytherin and realises the cute girl he met on the train no longer wants to go near him

but eventually as the years progress, zeke becomes less bothered by the people who actually care about what robes you wear and house you represent

and very quickly, everybody around him seems to follow suit

for zeke gains his own reputation very fast — and not for any of the reasons anyone expected

zeke is a little bit rude and sarcastic, which reminds whoever needs reminding of his house and how he ended up being sorted in Slytherin, but he's also very adaptable and enjoyable to be around, which is probably how everybody knows him, if not by face then almost certainly by name

he's theeee Hogwarts gossip; he knows everything about everyone and knows how to connect you to the people you need

want some magic mushrooms from Hufflepuff but got no friends in that house? dw, zeke knows a guy, and all you gotta do in return is tell zeke if that rumour is true or not 👀

definitely that Slytherin who younger students want to turn to for help or support

zeke has lost count how many times he's been forcibly dragged into petty arguments by the younger kids (although he loves the drama)

he's also that student who looks sooo much older than everybody else, which kind of automatically makes him an eccentric big brother figure to so many Slytherins

zeke doesn't give a single flying fuck about quidditch or other sports at Hogwarts, but you can guarantee he'll be up for a mean game of wizards chess against any student who dares ask

he's not even good at chess either — he always loses, especially against some of the major competitors in his year at Hogwarts like erwin or yelena

i don't believe he had a pet going to Hogwarts because his dad was like "i dont trust you" but later on when his lil brother gets a pet for his first year (not fair btw) zeke gets theeeee ugliest fattest toad possible just to spite everyone

but his frog kind of hates being essentially imprisoned in the Slytherin dungeons and so zeke ends up losing him somewhere

(one day he swims past the stained glass windows with the merpeople and zeke's just like…ok good for u)

his best class is actually ancient runes, though he's pretty good at muggle studies since his stepmom is a muggle and he was pretty much raised by her after his mama died and grisha got with carla a few yrs later

his patronus is a manx cat, though he kind of wanted a monkey since they're his favourite animals

when someone in Gryffindor puts up posters for a debate club, zeke is the first one there, stirring up drama and giving his thoughts

despite having his own very deep rooted opinions, zeke prefers to start an argument and let everybody else fight it

he never wears his robes correctly and is always being told off for having his shirt untucked or collar undone

and even though he cares very little for quidditch, you can guarantee that zeke has somehow acquired a quidditch jumper just because they look good

is the number 1 umbridge irritator — if the weasley twins aren't giving her more grey hairs, then zeke is

he is a yapper and cannot shut up or back down from an argument, even if he doesn't even believe in the point he's arguing for

his least favourite subject is charms, but simply because it's boring and always drags on before the end of their classes for the day

he must ALWAYS read the daily prophet whilst having breakfast

once both he and eren received a joint howler once that zeke deliberately didn't open for weeks and weeks until he forgot about it and it opened itself in the middle of the night

he's probably that student who calls the professors by their first names and despite getting endless detentions, he just doesn't stop

contrary to popular belief, zeke loves the library at Hogwarts but why tf is it so dark? he's forever falling asleep in there and has to be woken up by the librarian or one of the many ghosts

has no idea what he wants to do once Hogwarts is over — he feels like there's three jobs for wizards and none of them appeal to him, but he's got a while to figure it out yet, bless him

#zeke yeager #zeke yeager imagine #zeke yeager headcanons #zeke jaeger #attack on titan #aot #snk #aot headcanons #attack on titan headcanons #aot imagine #snk imagine #aot zeke #aot zeke imagine #slytherin #slytherin au #aot hp au #jeanbie #i dont support jk rowling she sucks dirty ass

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ilguna · 2 years ago

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☼ 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.”

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The deal

Summary: when your mother keeps trying to get you to date someone you find the most unlikely candidate to help you out.

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It hadn’t been an easy year; your parents were on your back telling you to find someone and you were just trying to finish your studies and find a place for yourself to escape them. Escape the large manor that you had always lived in, with dark hallways lacking warmth and formal pictures hanging at strategic places for guests. Your parents had never been the warmest persons, they were just too busy to really be there for their kids.

They hadn’t known what to do when you were sorted into Hufflepuff, breaking a long line of Slytherins to enter a house were loyalty and kindness were key. You loved your house; it had become your second family and you always looked forward to going back to Hogwarts and to your common room. You supposed that the fact that there was still hope for your younger brother to end up in Slytherin made your parents more open to the idea, even if they avoided talking about the topic. At least you weren’t in Gryffindor.

“Why don’t you give that Nott boy a chance? He seems, nice.”, your mother says with a grimace, and you know that she is trying not to say that the boy isn’t something special.

“For the last time mom, I am not looking for someone and certainly not these men.”, you whisper while stabbing one of the poor pieces of chicken on your plate. A sigh leaves your mothers lips, and she probably tries to convince your father to say something, but you keep looking at your plate.

“You should listen to your mother and find someone.”, the strong voice of your father says, in that condensing tone that he always used, like you were still that five-year-old girl.

“I will, but right now my studies are a priority.”, your mother lets out a sigh at your words and you try not to roll your eyes at her actions.

“It doesn’t matter who it is,”, your mother starts to say but your father quickly cuts in.

“He should be from a pure blood family.”, you try to stop yourself from scoffing and barley manage it by eating a piece of broccoli.

“Right, otherwise it doesn’t really matter sweetheart.”, the silence that follows is long and you hum in agreement to appease your mother.

“Maybe you could find someone for Christmas? After all we always have a Christmas party and it would be lovely for you to find someone to take with you.”, the headache that had started this morning starts coming back at full force and you try to calm yourself down, knowing that there wouldn’t be an escape from your meddling mother.

“I’ll try, alright?”, you say while looking up and your mother looks at you with a bright smile.

“That is all I ask.”, she then turns to talk to your little brother, and you try not to feel stressed at the thought of having to find someone for the Christmas dinner.

“So, you need to find someone for your parents Christmas party so that your mother leaves you alone.”, you let out a sigh and nod at Susan’s words. The train ride to Hogwarts had been filled with talks about vacation and other things that had happened but now the focus was on the fact that you needed to find someone.

“Well, you don’t really need to date the person, do you? Just bring the guy to the party act like a couple and then break up.”, Christie says, and Susan nods her head quickly.

“That is a great solution if you don’t really want to find someone.”, she says happily, and you let out a sigh.

“Problem is my parents are going to be asking around about us probably and if they know that we weren’t really a thing at Hogwarts it’s going to be hell.”, you groan and close your eyes, trying not to despair at the problem.

“If you start one month before the party it’s alright, and then you can break up after the party. That way you don’t have to be with that person to long but still be convincing.”, Christie answers and Susan agrees while looking at you with a small smile.

“It could be a solution, now I just need to find a pure blood who wants to fake date me.”, you say while trying not to lose hope but the only pure bloods you can think of are the children of your parent’s friends and you don’t really see yourself dating them even if it’s fake.

“Imagine if you arrived with Sirius Black.”, Susan snorts at Christie’s words and you can’t help but laugh at the face’s your parents would make.

“They would be furious.”, you say while laughing and the three of you continue talking while trying to figure out what you could do.

A sudden knock makes the three of you turn around to see the man you were talking about, Sirius Black smirking behind the glass of the door.

“Hello ladies, how are you today?”, he says with a flirty tone while looking at Christie. Susan and you look at each other and roll your eyes at the act.

“Better when you weren’t there, what do you want Black?”, Christie says, and the boy looks taken aback for a second before his charming smile reappears.

“Well, Remus told me that one of you has to go to the prefect meeting and I thought I would take some time to come by and tell you myself.”, he says while smiling innocently.

“How charming.”, Christi says sarcastically, and you decide to intervene before Black can say anything else.

“Well, that means I have to go, I’ll see you guys later. Thank you, Sirius, for telling me.”, you say quickly while taking your stuff and leaving towards the prefect’s cabin at the front of the train.

When you arrive, there is only Remus there and you can’t help but feel relieved that no Slytherin has yet arrived.

“Remus, how are you?”, the boy looks at you surprised, and you can’t help but feel butterflies at his wide smile that appears. He quickly gets up and greets you, telling you about his summer while you listen to his stories.

“And we ended the summer at James’s house.”, he finishes and before you can say anything the door opens violently, letting a furious Lily Evans in.

“For the last time Potter, I will never date you. I am not interested in you and never will be so get that through your thick head.”, she yells, and James is looking at her with wide frantic eyes.

“If you just gave me a chance, I could show you how good we would be together.”, he tries to plead and you feel sorry for the man, you could clearly see he had true feelings for the girl, but it had been two years of non-stop rejections.

“I don’t care just leave me alone and find someone else to bother!”, James looks a bit hurt at her words, but the red head doesn’t seem to care as she starts to list all the reasons why she wouldn’t date him.

“Alright, why don’t we calm down and relax.”, you say loudly and the two of them turn towards you.

“I think we all need to take a deep breath and relax.”, you repeat but Lily still seems to be looking furious. While she turns to go sit next to Remus who is looking like a deer caught in headlights.

“I need to go and get the rest of the prefects, so why don’t you come with me James?”, you say and the boy in question turns to look at you surprised before nodding his head and following you in the hallway.

The two of you walk down towards the end of the train were the Slytherin’s and Ravenclaw’s could often be found, a silence taking over.

“You know you didn’t have to intervene right?”, you hear suddenly, and you stop to look at James for a moment.

“I didn’t really want to have to listen to another one of her speeches plus she seemed to have already said the most important parts.”, you say while looking at the boy.

“I don’t understand why she doesn’t want to give me a chance.”, he whispers with a sad frown, and you can’t help but feel sorry for him.

“Sometimes people don’t feel the same way we do and that is normal, you just need to accept that.”, you try to say softly, and James shakes his head at your words.

“I know she is interested; she just doesn’t want to admit it.”, he says, and you can’t help but sigh at his words.

“Maybe she is, maybe she isn’t. But clearly your way of trying to convince her isn’t working.”, he grumbles at your words, and you can’t help the small smile that appears.

“Then I guess I need to find another way.”, he says while looking around, like he is trying to find a solution before looking at you and a bright smile appears.

“I know!”, you suddenly feel scared at the boy’s wide hopeful eyes and try to slowly leave the hallway, but James stops you before you can.

“I can try to make her jealous, make her realize that she likes me and boom we end up together.”, you try not to laugh at his plan, while he looks at you like he is the greatest genius of his time.

“And how exactly are you going to be making her jealous?”, you say with a smile trying not to laugh.

“With you!”, he says like it’s the most logical thing in the world and you can’t help but scoff at his words.

“Not happening Potter!”, the boy whines and takes your arm as you try to leave.

“Please!! I’ll do anything!”, he pleads and then continues to try and convince you while you start thinking. James comes from a pure blood family and has a relatively good reputation plus he isn’t really interested in you. He could be the perfect candidate for the Christmas party and then you two can just ‘break up’.

“I’ll agree but on one condition.”, James smiles widely and you are barely able to stop him from hugging you.

“My parents want me to bring someone at their Christmas party, if I do agree to do this you will have to come to that party and act all lovey dovely before breaking up after the break.”, James looks at you surprised before thinking for a moment.

“No problem! We fake date until Christmas break and after that we break up.”, he says with a bright grin before coming closer to you.

“So, do we have a deal?”, he says quietly, and you look at his familiar brown eyes before sighing and nod.

“We have a deal.”

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