#smart boi go to ravenclaw yeah

[lullxby]

THEODORE NOTT LISTENING TO RAVENCLAW READER WARM UP TO HIM AND LETTING HER RANT ABOUT HER BOOK TO HIM PLEASE IM BEGGING🙏🙏

—🏍️ (if thats taken? idk lmao)

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ WHIPPED (t.n.)

summary : in which a boy is willing to do anything to convince a smart girl to go out with him.

w.c. : .8k

a/n : i loved writing this request and no 🏍️ isnt taken!! enjoy! 🤍

should i do a part 2 of the actual date??

wattpad : poeticmystery

warning(s) : none!

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theodore nott couldn’t deny how ultimately whipped he was for you. he was in love with everything about you. the way you’d ramble about your books, the certain face you’d make to him after you see somebody doing something less than smart.

he even respected how log. it had taken for you to let him in. he had quite a reputation with women, and he knew it’d make it more difficult to convince you to be in a real relationship with him.

so, he waited. he was patient, he was kind, and he defended you.

he seemed like the perfect guy on paper, but whenever you got close to letting him in, letting him finally take you out, you’d hear another story about a girl he hooked up with then left right after.

the thought disgusted you, and you didn’t want to just turn out to be another one of those girls with a horror story of hoe you were treated by the slytherin boy. you were smarter than that.

that was another thing he liked about you. how smart you were. he loved how you could explain extensive theories and spells to him in a simple enough way to make it easy to understand. it was like a breath of fresh air.

lately, he had been in an even better mood, something his friends even noticed about him. you were starting to finally let him in. you were letting him walk you to class, letting him take you to his favorite hidden spots in the castle.

most importantly, though, you were starting to talk to him. not just some insignificant conversation about homework, or the weather. real conversations.

you were telling him about books you liked, about something funny one of your friends had told you. you were rambling on and on to him, and he loved hearing it.

he loved seeing the way your eyes lit up when you were speaking about someone you were close with, or a new book.

the expression he held when you rambled to him like this could only be explained as pure love. he had waited months to even get you to open up to him, and it was finally happening.

he always made sure you knew he was listening, whether that was by asking you questions as you went, keeping his eyes trained on you, or even buying you the second book in a series you had mentioned liking.

even despite the way you’d protest your rants, saying you didn’t want to annoy him, or something of the sort, he loved hearing tour voice. he’d listen to anything if it was coming from you.

he noticed everything about you.

none of his friends, or even himself, could think off another time where he was this head over heels for someone. it was like his former self went out the window as soon as you walked in. he couldn’t even imagine himself with a girl that wasn’t you, and he didn’t want to anyways.

you were all he need- all he wanted.

“theodore, are these flowers from you?” you called out when he stepped into your dorm.

you gestured to a beautiful array of red lillies, the scent they put off filling the room with a pleasant, light aroma.

“yeah. saw ‘em and thought of you,” he admitted casually, as though he hadn’t specifically looked for flowers of that kind, knowing you paid attention to the meanings of flowers and whatnot.

aside from that, he just thought they were pretty. naturally, you had popped into his mind.

you flashed him a genuine smile, a sight that looked straight out of his dreams.

“thank you,” you grinned, the sentiment behind the flowers being one of the sweetest things you could think of.

“finally gonna let me take you out?” he asked, a small smirk on his face.

despite his confident demeanor, he was one step away from straight up begging. he had waited months, all he wanted was for you to say yes.

you thought over it. you had heard girls in the hallway talking about how he hadn’t given them the time of day recently… and he had been so sweet lately. he had been trying repeatedly, not being deterred at all by your rejections. plus, what was the harm in just one date? one date didn’t mean anything was set in stone.

it was just… one date.

“yeah, that sounds good,” you replied, noticing the way his smirk turned into a large grin.

he felt like a child with how smiley he got around you, especially now that you had given him a chance to take you on a real date.

theodore nott taglist: lmk if you’d like to be added!

dividers made by h-aewo!

[addsalwayssick]

@rosekillermicrofic || prompt: secret || word count: 778

Something was wrong with Barty Crouch Jr. He liked a boy. All his life he’s liked girls. Now, in 6th year, as a 15 year old boy, he likes a boy. Evan Rosier.

He and Evan were two peas in a pod, as many would say. They were two in a group of five. As Barty lay in his bed at night, crying about liking him, he had a realization. Through deep breaths and barely clarifying thoughts, he figured that maybe he liked Pandora.

Pandora Rosier. Evan’s twin sister. Gorgeous, smart, and fun. Why wouldn’t he like her? Better yet, she looks like Evan.

So Barty asked her out. “Hey Panda?” He asked, catching up with her in the hallway. “What class have you got?”

“Oh hello Barty,” Pandora smiled. “I have transfigurations next. Walk with me?”

“Yeah sure,” Barty said, walking by her. “I wanted to ask you something.” He started.

Pandora looked at him. “Yes?”

“Would you want to go out with me?” Barty asked, looking intensely into her blue eyes.

Pandora flung her long blonde hair out of her face as she thought. “Sure, why not?” She said.

And so they dated. But Barty couldn’t get past the aching feeling of emptiness in him. There was a pit in his stomach every time he looked at Evan, every time he thought of Evan, every time he breathed near Evan. It was miserable.

And if that wasn’t enough, Evan was growing distant with him. Anything Barty asked to hang out, Evan would blow him off, saying he’s got something to do.

Barty would sit in his dorm room at night, knees to his chest, tears in his eyes. What was wrong with him? Boys weren’t supposed to like boys. Something was wrong with him.

Pandora knocked on Barty’s door one evening as he was studying. The rest of his roommates gone at the Ravenclaw party he had blown off to study.

“Barty?” Pandora called through the door.

Barty didn’t look up. “Come in,” He yelled absentmindedly.

“Barty can I speak with you?” She said softly, sitting politely on his bed.

Barty turned and nodded. “Yeah, everything okay?”

Pandora sighed. “Barty you know I love you,” She started. Barty tried to speak, but Pandora cut him off. “But not like that. And you don’t love me like that either.”

“I don’t understand what you mean,” Barty grumbled.

Pandora smiled slightly. “You like Evan, don’t you?”

Barty’s face hardened. “Don’t say shit like that.”

Pandora cocked her head to the side. “Barty, you’re defensive because you know it’s true.”

“Men can’t date men, Pandora.” Barty hissed.

“Sure they can.”

“No the fuck they can’t. I’m not- i’m not like that,” Barty hastily spit out.

Pandora patted his knee. “Barty, you know what i’m saying is true. Please just think about it,” And she left.

Barty did think about it. He thought about it hard. He raced out of his dorm room, down to the dungeons, and into Evan’s dorms.

“Barty? What the fuck?” Evan sat up from where he was resting on his bed.

“Ev,” He huffed, out of breath.

“Mate, what are you doing here?” Evan sighed. “It’s late,”

Barty was shaking as he said, “Can we talk?”

Evan furrowed his eyebrows. “Yes?”

“I like you.”

“What the ever loving fuck are you talking about?” Evan scoffed. “Don’t fuck around like that Barty. My sister loves you. You love her.”

Barty shook his head, “Not like that. Not like I love you, Ev.”

Evan laughed without humor. “I’d hope not. Considering you’re dating her and not me.”

“Jesus fuck,” Barty hissed before storming over to Evan. Barty grabbed his face and smashed his lips onto Evans.

Evan pushed him off. “What the hell, Barty. You’re dating my sister,”

“No i’m not!” Barty exclaimed. “We broke it off because i’m in love with you! Please don’t make this harder for me,”

“Harder for you? How is this hard for you?” Evan hissed.

“God just- just fucking kiss me!” Barty huffed.

Evan hesitated before taking his shirt and bringing Barty closer. “If I found out you’re lying, I will fucking have your head on a platter,” Evan said through his teeth before kissing him.

Evan hadn’t believed this was happening. The man he has been in love with since second year is dating his twin sister. His life sucks, man.

He would watch their dates, and watch Barty grin at him, wanting to throw up.

He would watch Barty bring Pandora flowers, wishing it was him. It was no secret that he was in love with Barty.

And now Barty was in his arms, and he couldn’t be happier.

[postazkabansiriussupremacy]

Could we get some more headcanons of twin!dad Sirius?👀

Samson and Charlotte are nervous after their sorting ceremony at Hogwarts. Especially Samson.

“I’m going to be disowned.” Samson moans, sitting near the black lake with his sister. It’d been a stressful and exciting first day of classes, but he can’t shake the knots twisting in his stomach.

“Yeah, probably.” Charlotte replies, not looking up from her books.

“I’m not kidding!” He exclaims, becoming increasingly frustrated with his sister’s lack of empathy. If anything she should be the one placed in Slytherin, not him!

“Alright, fine.” She sighs dramatically, glancing at the green patch on his robes before finally looking up to meet his eyes. “Maybe he won’t disown you, but he’ll certainly be ashamed.

“Merlin knows I am.” She adds quickly, silently relishing in her brother’s misery. Charlotte knows their father won’t be that (if at all) upset about their housing placements, but Samson’s over dramatics are very amusing to her while they last.

“You weren’t put into Gryffindor either; he’ll be just as disappointed with you!” Samson argues, pointing a finger and glaring daggers at her. The thought of tossing her books into the water crosses his mind.

“Right, but I’m in Ravenclaw—I’m smart, so it’s not unexpected.” Charlotte counters easily, shrugging. “But you being an evil, selfish Slytherin? Tsk, tsk.”

“Oh, shove off, Charlie.” Samson spits, picking up his things and walking away without giving her a second glance.

Sirius reads his daughter’s letter to him a second and third time. As always, the girl has an interesting way with words, but the topic of the letter drops a lump of guilt in his stomach. Of course he was always proud to be a Gryffindor, but he hadn’t realized somewhere along the way he’d given his children the impression that being placed in any other house was unacceptable.

Sirius sighs, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. While raising his children, he tried his damndest to be the polar opposite of his own parents. He’s playful, encouraging, and supportive of their endeavors and personalities. And yet, in this moment, he’s reminded of his own childhood.

He was happy to be placed in Gryffindor, but he remembers clear as day how nervous terrified he was of his parents’ reactions. And he’s somehow caused his children to have similar feelings to the ones he experienced.

Charlotte being placed in Ravenclaw isn’t much of a surprise. She’s a clever girl, and admittedly, a little bit strange. It suits her well.

However, Samson being a Slytherin isn’t something Sirius expected at all. Sure, there have been times Samson reminded Sirius of Regulus, but not to that extent. Samson was always a very achievement-oriented child, and maybe a bit selfish at times given how often he was willing to throw Charlotte under the bus when getting into trouble, but it’s still a very surprising thing to learn.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, walking into the dining room to find Sirius with his head in his hands. He responds by handing you the letter from Charlotte.

“Hmm.” You hum simply once you’re finished reading. “They’re in separate houses? We’re never going to hear the end of their bickering once quidditch starts.”

Sirius groans, pushing his hair out of his face and ignoring your comment. “They think I’m disappointed in them!

“Did you read what she said?” He exclaims, leaning back in his chair. “Sam thinks I’ll disown him! I thought the very same things about my parents when I was a boy.”

You tsk and place a hand on your husband’s shoulder, knowing his parents are quite the touchy subject for Sirius.

“Then do what your parents didn’t.” You suggest easily, giving him a comforting squeeze. “Write and reassure him—the both of them. You know Charlie; she likes to pretend things don’t bother her as much as they really do.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Sirius sighs, looking up at you through the corner of his eyes. “Obviously.”

Even if Sirius is angry at himself for occasionally screwing up in the same way his own parents had, at least he’s big enough to say sorry.

[perciverthoughts]

The thing about Percy is, he’s really not half as perfect as he pretends to be.

“Fuck,” Penny says, wrenching open the window because she’s also not as perfect as she pretends to be, “give me that, will you?”

She snatches the freshly lit cigarette out of his hand before he can even take a puff, sucking on it desperately.

“Oi,” he protests, and she rolls her eyes but hands it back to him as she blows the lungful of smoke out the open window.

He places it between his lips, ignoring the slight oily taste from Penny’s lipgloss on it, just as desperate for the nicotine as she is. 

They really shouldn’t be doing this, and there will be hell to pay if Flitwick or the heads catch them- they’re prefects after all, and he had to give Danny Maslow detention just last week for doing the very same thing- but he also doesn’t care. He needs this. Merlin, nicotine is half the reason he gets through rounds some days without committing murder or having a breakdown, and after the meeting they just had he feels close to both.

Besides, Penny’s muggle cigarettes are so much smoother than any wizarding smoking device he’s ever tried.

“Fuck,” Penny repeats, because she swears like a goddamn sailor anytime she isn’t in front of the professors or busy being a prefect, “that was brutal.”

“Yeah.” Percy agrees, because holy shit it was.

She makes a grab for the cig and he dances out of reach, knowing what most people don’t: that underneath her carefully arranged curls and polished facade Penelope Clearwater is an absolute menace. 

“Get your own!”

“Who gave you that in the first place, hm?” Penny demands acerbically, but takes out her own pack all the same, along with a muggle lighter because she never quite got used to using a fire charm. “Fucking ingrate.”

“I resent that.” Percy informs her loftily.

“You should.”

He holds his nose up a second longer before he relaxes into a grin, the kind only a few people can draw out of him.

“Seriously though,” She returns to the matter at hand, done feigning her annoyance, “If I have to sit through another fucking meeting listening to Lucretia Hammond prattle on about ‘team unity’ and ‘presenting a united front’ I’m gonna be unified from azkaban when I kill her.”

Lucretia Hammond was the manically bubbly head girl, a seventh year ravenclaw whose caffeine intake could rival that of a healer working double shifts. With the rumours of the chamber of secrets floating around and the fact that half the school seemed ready to duel at a moments notice, she, along with her head boy sidekick Brodie Sangton, felt the need to remind the prefects to be good role models. Apparently, that meant doing an hour and half of team building exercises and messing up the rounds schedules so no one could patrol with their friends. 

“Maybe that was her actual plan all along,” Percy muses, “unite us all in our hatred for her.”

If that was actually the motivation behind it, even Percy has to admit it was kind of brilliant. He’s pretty sure if he asked anyone right now who’d sat through that bloody seminar to help him murder Lucretia and get away with it, they’d accept- and that was saying something considering Zafrina Rosier hadn’t even pretended that dropping him during trust falls was an accident.

“I wish I could believe that,” Penny sighs, “but she’s really not that smart.”

“Penelope Clearwater,” he gasps mockingly, “how could you say something so cruel? After what we just learned about kindness and unity going hand in hand-”

He jumps out of the way before she can smack him, cackling. 

“Bastard,” she grins, “you know I’m right.”

She is, is the problem. Lucretia Hammond could not be less suited to her job if she tried, and most days Percy is convinced she is trying. He has yet to figure out why Dumbledore appointed the Head Girl he did, because he’s sure there must have been a reason. There has to be, because no one in their right mind would put Lucretia Hammond in charge of anything unless they knew something about her most people don’t.

“Unfortunately, yes. Maybe if we hold a vote of no confidence we could impeach her.”

“This early in the term?” Penny blows a smoke ring, hopping up on the windowsill and kicking her legs like a child, “As first year prefects? McGonagall would say we haven’t given her a chance, and we’d be the ones with targets on our backs. Besides, something tells me Lucretia will hang herself soon enough without us needing to do anything.”

She blows another smoke ring, flicking her wand until the grey cloud twists into the shape of a jellyfish.

“Y’know, the whole point of opening the window was so that the whole room wouldn’t smell like smoke.”

Penny rolls her eyes. 

“Unlike you, I know how to do a refreshment charm so I don’t really need to worry about that.”

“Damn. Low blow.”

“Boo hoo, get over it.”

“Whatever,” he huffs, stubbing out his cigarette and vanishing it, “I gotta go, I’ve got an appointment.”

“Oh, is that what you’re calling snogging your boyfriend in the library now?”

Percy blushes. 

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“No comeback for the snogging thing, huh?”

“Oliver,” he grits, “is-”

“-the love of your poor gay life, yes, we’re aware.”

“Oliver,” he repeats, purposely ignoring his best friend’s untrue insinuations, “is just a friend.”

“Right, of course,” Penny schools her face into something almost neutral, “just a friend.”

“Precisely.”

“...a friend you really want to snog senseless though. Like, you’re aware that you very much want to do that, right?”

“Oh fuck off!” 

He starts towards the door and Penny cackles.

“You didn’t deny it!” She calls after his retreating back, and he offers her a two finger salute before he steps into the hallway, smoothing his robes and straightening his hair.

After all, he needs to look his best for his study session with Oliver, because he isn’t as perfect as he pretends he is and because Penny is right.

He really does want to snog Oliver Wood senseless. 

[yanxidarlings]

I think mattheo vs blaise would be really interesting with a smart reader. Both are just cold and mean and barely concealing their scheming lol, and reader is just trying to fight both for top grades in class. Like these two know how to play "the game" and reader is doing their best to not lose. Eventually, either blaise finally gets the betrothal finalized or mattheo somehow resurrects his dad. Actually, now that I think about it, a clueless reader is probably just as good between these two. Can I request headcanons for these two?

YANDERE MATTHEO RIDDLE VS YANDERE BLAISE ZABINI

had never thought of these two fighting over a darling, but this was surprisingly fun to write, hope you like it!

• ladies and gentleman, we may have found the worst possible pair of yanderes. yes i say that everytime but it's genuinely hard to envision these two coming to any sort of agreement. blaise is a bit too proud, and once ol moldymort's back in the picture, mattheo believes he's above everyone and anyone as the dark lords son.

• one thing about the both of them is that they'll both try to lay claim to their darling quite quickly. the moment blaise accepts his obsession, he's sending an owl to his mother, requesting she arrange a marriage. mattheo is a bit less overt, he just starts hovering around them and scares off anyone who tries to interact with them.

• it's kind of funny but really interesting to imagine a darling that's clueless to their advances, and just views them as academic rivals. i'll assume the darlings a ravenclaw, maybe they've known the two since childhood, or maybe they met at hogwarts, doesn't matter, the darling only thinks of them as annoyances.

• maybe this academic rivalry is what kickstarts the boys' obsession; i could definately see that being the case for mattheo, he's the heir of slytherin, son of the dark lord himself, how dare this kid think he's smarter than him.

• he's pretty hostile towards the reader for the first few years, for the longest time he thinks he hates them, but if he does, then why can he never bring himself to beat him up before an exam? why does his heart drop when he hears their roommates talking about them crying in the shower after getting a 95 on the potions assignment? why did he want to go up to him, engulf him in a hug and tell him it was just a grade.

• what starts off as pure rivalry slowly but surely turns into admiration, at least on mattheo's end. reader is starting to seriously consider poisoning his pumpkin juice if he tops the class over them one more time.

• honestly mattheo finds his darlings hatred of him and anyone as smart as him cute, he'll casually invade their thoughts from across the great hall only for them to be imagining granger getting crucio'd. or casting the killing curse on zabini, clawing out goldsteins eyes, skinning nott alive, cutting off malfoys pri-

• mattheo is convinced they're soulmates, and eventually stops antagonising them alltogether. the only problem? apparently that son of a bitch zabini is having his mother arrange a betrothal between him and mattheo's precious darling.

the absolute fucking nerve. mattheo is pretty quick to corner zabini. "what the fuck do you think you're doing" mattheo growled as his hands wrapped around zabini's neck "m/n's mine. you got that? if i catch you even thinking about him, i'll kill you" his grip tightened as zabini's nails clawed into his arms, loosening as zabini started to draw blood.

pushing riddle off, blaise wiped his hands off on his robes, as if wiping off contaminated dirt. "yours?" "yeah so back the fu-" "why would someone as intelligent as m/n want you when there's other, much better, purer options?" blaise knew that would strike a nerve. riddle lunged his fist towards him "i warned you, you-" he yelled as his fist connected with blaise's face, profanities flying out left, right and centre.

• blaise had never really played into the darlings game, since the moment they met when they were little, he decided that they would be the one he wedded. he wouldn't be like his mother and leave a trail of spouses behind, he'd swear loyalty to his darling on the date of their wedding, and they'd never leave each others sides.

• for the longest time, blaise believed his darling felt the same about him. it was honestly kind of soul crushing when they got to hogwarts and became all the more competitive. if he wasn't obsessed before he sure as hell is now, his darling is going to love him, whether he has to force them or not.

• their competitiveness might annoy him, but their intelligence is one of the reasons he's so allured by them. but he can never just admire them in the library whilst they study, his darling always has to turn it into some sort of scheme by him. to steal their answers, that is.

• as smart as they are, it facinates blaise how the simplest social interactions fall short on them. the longing way he stares at them whenever in their vicinity would be a dead giveaway for anyone else.

• but blaise is in this for the long run, does it really matter if they ignore him throughout their hogwarts years? as soon as they graduate, they'll be wed and be together forever. or at least that's what he tells himself every time his ego takes a hit from the ridicule they throw his way.

• eventually, the betrothal was finally finalised. the l/n's had come to an agreement with his mother and he couldn't be happier. no one dared approach his darling anymore, in fear of becoming blaises new target.

"good morning" blaise greeted his darling as he approached the ravenclaw table, a slight smirk on his face as the ravenclaws shuffled away. m/n said nothing, he just glared at blaise for a moment, before looking back down at his book. "what're you reading" his slender hand reached over to the book, only to receive a hard slap. he looked up, eyebrow raised as his darling continued reading, as if nothing had happened.

blaise leaned in "tesoro, we are going to be married in a few years, is this anyway to treat your future husband" he entangled his fingers with theirs, watching as m/n's face went red with anger, but his ego told him it was a blush.

"i'll cast the killing curse on myself before i marry you" pulling his hand away, m/n closed the book, before storming out of the great hall.

• the day his darling was finally promised to him, blaise's behaviour flipped like a switch. acting as if he and his darling had been in a committed relationship for years, as if they hadn't barely had a proper conversation. the day of the betrothal is when everything hits the fan.

• mattheo is ready to rip blaise limb from limb, so is the darling, which is why, for a time, mattheo and the reader form a short bond over hating zabini, before it becomes apparent to the darling that mattheo isn't any better.

• mattheo and blaise spend the time prior to voldemorts resurrection actively trying to kill each other. they get most of their anger towards each other out during quidditch, every game and practice ends with one or both injured. they'll arrive in class 10 minutes late, with bruises all over and busted lips.

• if the reader was dumb, they'd do nothing, but no, mr smarty pants ravenclaw is gonna make sure those two always have something to fight over, showing one favour, then comparing them to the other, both to get them of the readers back and keep the reader at the top of the class.

• the darlings intelligence and cunning is his own downfall. eventually, the boys are gonna catch on to the readers schemes. whether things are becoming a bit too repetitive or more likely mattheo figures out what they're up too when invading their mind whilst they sleep.

• mattheo and blaise call a ceasefire on their own personal war. the dark lord has returned and the darling is using them against eachother, if they hate anything more than sharing, it's damage to their ego's.

• when they agree to focus on obtaining their darling, their darling, is, to put it in my favourite way; officially fucked.

• there's no escape from them, blaise will start demanding the reader sleep with him in his dorm, and mattheo will be the one to drag them there. they scare away everyone else, so no one can come to the readers rescue.

• these two cannot bare to leave their darling alone with the other, which is why they spend most of the time together. mattheo's dragged the darling into the shower with him? blaise is following not far behind. blaise is taking the darling to the three broomsticks for a date? best bet mattheo will be tagging along.

"must you pout like that every time" asked blaise whilst he made up a plate of scrambled eggs, placing it infront of m/n, who was too busy glaring into space, arms folded, a scowl on their face. "don't listen to him, m/n, you look adorable like that" mattheo wrapped his arm around m/n's shoulder, leaning in, pressing a kiss to the others neck.

m/n shook mattheo off, wiping the kiss off with the edge of his sleeve. mattheo only chuckled, before leaning in again. "oh leave me alone you cockalorums" m/n spat as he stood up abruptly, mattheo's smile faltered, he reached up and dragged m/n back down by the hips "have you not thought of the things the dark lord will do to you if he found out how you treat his heir?".

mattheo's breath tickled m/n's ear as he whispered. he remained silent, blinking away tears. "you make this out to be so much worse than it is, cucciolo, just let me- us care for you, va bene?" blaise took the fork and placed it in his hand, ignoring the tears that started to roll down m/n's cheeks.

[pxrty-crxsher]

He never knew when to stop. Florean was a giver. Students knew when they were upset, he would be there for them. And give out free ice cream. He’d constantly take care of other’s, putting their needs before his own. He didn’t think he had many needs, anyways.

Sitting in the Ravenclaw common room, bouncing his leg and trying to get his work done. But he just couldn’t concentrate. He needed to write a paper on… Oh Merlin knows what the herb was. He couldn’t even remember, and he was already a paragraph in his homework. Florean was a smart boy, one of the top of his class next to the boyfriend, August, and hardly ever had trouble with his homework. Normally, he’d get it done quicker than it was handed out.

But he just couldn’t.

“What’s wrong, love?” August asked, walking over to the boy sitting on the couch, putting his arm on the back of the couch, looking at his shorter boyfriend’s homework assignment. “Oh is that the unicorn hair assignment?” It wasn’t even a fucking herb he was writing on. “You’re looking in the herb section..it will be in..” he hummed, flipping through the pages of the text book, “magical creatures hair, feathers and claws.”

Florean lifted his fingers up to rub the bridge of his nose, looking to the clock on the wall and sighing as the time read 6:43. He’d been looking at his assignment for more than hour and had hardly gotten much done. “I’m fine..” he whispered, balling up his parchment and starting a new one, where he’d actually know the ingredient. “I just..can’t focus very well..”

August knew something was wrong..he was wonderful in potions class. “What’s on your mind?” He said, reaching his hand up and running his fingers through his boyfriend’s curly brown hair which sprouted from his caramel colored skin.

“It’s nothing I- I just need to..”

“Florean..” August murmured, “you can’t just disregard your own feelings… if you can’t concentrate..” he said, reaching over and pushing the assignment away. “then let’s talk about it..you matter just as much as anyone else. And even more to me.”

“I got a letter..from my father this morning.. my mother has fallen ill.. and-“

August hated to see him like this, and he’d been keeping it inside all day. He held his arms out for him and gave him a gentle hug, “you have two more days to do this assignment..let’s just go back to the dorm. Yeah? We’ll talk about it in bed. Just let me take care of you…you do so much for other’s..you deserve a break.”

“Okay..” Florean said, taking a gentle sigh out his nose, feeling a little weight lift off his shoulders. “Thank you..” he murmured, standing up and leaning into him to head to the dorm.

“That’s just what I’m here for. No need to thank..” he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead, lacing his fingers to hold his boyfriend’s hand and leading him up the steps to Floreans dorm. “After you let it all out..let’s get ice cream..”

“I love ice cream.”

“I know, love.”

( @yourlocalbadgerscales requested ship! We should figure out a ship name! Maybe something like florist? Because Flor(ean) - (Aug)ust

[izels-writing]

r. lupin — strange [1/2]

Pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

Summary: you meet remus lupin, who is different than you expected

Warnings: a little fast-paced, confident and blunt reader (?), awkward remus (?), that’s all tbh lmao

PART ONE, PART TWO

you know the saying 'don't judge a book by its cover'? you hadn't ever taken it seriously. not really anyway. you never really judged people, but you assumed things about them just by appearance. usually, you happened to be right about people.

so, you never took the saying seriously, who cares? you surely didn't, because you were right almost all the time and it was like heaven to your ears being told so. you had formed your own opinions on everyone, and your own assumptions on everyone, thinking you were right.

that was, until you assumed things about remus lupin, who undoubtedly was the most attractive and brilliant boy in your year.

——

"come on, y/n! you've got to come to the game!" your best friend, y/f/n, groaned. you shook your head, taking another bite of your breakfast.

"too loud." you managed to say through your chewing.

"you're too loud with your obnoxious sleeping! you say things about beating up your grandma and hexing your cousin!" y/f/n exclaimed, rolling their eyes.

you huffed, swallowing your mouthful of food, and looked up at y/f/n. "fine, i'll go, as long as we root for gryffindor." you said. why gryffindor? just to fuck with y/f/n honestly.

y/f/n hesitated for a moment, before sighing loudly and nodding.

you grinned, finishing your breakfast in peace.

——

time of the game had arrived, and you were sitting in the stands, watching as the ravenclaw captain and gryffindor captain, james potter, shook hands. y/f/n sat next to you happily, marveling at the game about to commence in front of her.

you didn't really like coming to these games, because it reminded you that while you enjoyed quidditch, you weren't any good.

also, it was really loud.

"and the game begins!"

"more like my headache begins..." someone mumbled from your other side. you glanced at them, quickly realizing it was remus lupin, a boy in your year.

he was the notorious bookworm and sane prankster in his little mauraders gang. he was quiet and smart, but if needed, he could easily use it to his advantage. you could tell by the way he'd whisper things to james potter or sirius black. they'd use any information to get the better of anyone. but really, it's most of what he was. prankster, smart, bookworm, quiet, and good.

you chuckled, "yeah, same."

he smiled at you, before turning to the game in front of you. you did the same, resisting the urge to glance at him.

after a moment, he started speak again.

"so, which team are you rooting for?" he asked, his eyes following james potter, who was diving for the quaffle.

you were doing the same. "gryffindor. same as you, i suppose."

he nodded, "yeah." he chuckled.

james dove for the quaffle, but before he could reach it, the ravenclaw chaser threw it to another ravenclaw chaser. marlene was closer, and she dove for it, but james started to too.

"no! get near the keeper post!" you and remus shouted, which was directed at james, despite it being drowned out by the chatter and cheering everywhere else.

you turned to each other, smiling. "you're into quidditch?" you both asked. you laughed and nodded.

"yes, i am." you both synchronized again. he laughed, and shook his head slightly.

"wow, that was creepy." he remarked, glancing at the game for a moment. you nodded, laughing quietly.

"yeah...by the way," you said with a small smile, "i'm y/n. y/n l/n." you extended your hand politely.

he took it, shaking it politely. "remus lupin." he replied, smiling softly. you could've sworn your heart skipping a beat, but you being you, you ignored it.

"so, when did your obsession for quidditch start?" you asked, smiling at him. he thought for a moment.

"when i was around four or five." he replied, smiling back at you too. you nodded, taking in his words.

it was likely he liked the sport but wasn't any good or was unable to play.

"wow, mine started when i was actually introduced to the sport. which happened to be around eleven or twelve." you said.

he grinned at you, "you're a muggle-born?"

you nodded with a small smile, fearing he'd somehow make a rude remark. though, you knew he wouldn't, but it was weird...he was getting harder and harder to read.

"awesome! my mum's a muggle." he added, resting his gaze over the field. james was now throwing the quaffle to marlene. the seekers were zooming around. the beaters were doing their usual business.

"so, if you like the sport, why don't you play?" remus asked. you blushed a little but laughed quietly.

"because i'm absolutely horrid at it. no doubt that i'd fall off my broom if i tried to." you replied, shaking your head. remus chuckled.

"wait, so you've never actually played?"

"no, and i don't plan to."

——

"and gryffindor wins!"

the statement had almost flown past you and remus. the two of you were so into your conversation and getting to know each other, that it almost seemed that everything else was gone. it was only the two of you.

that was until y/f/n started screaming and cheering.

"oh! we won!" remus exclaimed. your eyes widen and you both shot up, cheering loudly. not that it was any difference to the rest of the stands, minus slytherin's and ravenclaws.

everyone quickly returned back to the castle, but a lot of students started toward the gryffindor common room, as they team had announced a party to celebrate. y/f/n being one of those who wanted to go, they was trying their best to convince you to go.

"please! please! please!" they pleaded, batting their eyes at you. you shook your head.

"what's this i see? a girl doesn't want to come to our party?" a teasing, male voice said. you and your friend took quick notice that it was sirius black, who was strutting toward you two. not only that, but potter, pettigrew, and remus were following quickly behind. you felt your heart skip a beat when you saw him.

"yeah, black! you've got to convince my poor friend to come! who knows how insane she'll get all alone?!" your friend said dramatically, causing a blush to grow on your face from embarrassment.

"wait, you're not coming?" remus asked, looking at you directly. you met his eyes, now noticing how warm and welcoming they were.

"well...no. i had enough noise for today." you said, chucking nervously. james and sirius scoffed.

"nonsense! c'mon, l/n, join us at the party. i'm sure an old soul like you can keep remus company." sirius joked, nudging remus. he got nudged back even harder.

"see, y/n! c'mon!" your friend begged. you went to object again.

until remus spoke.

"yeah, just join for a bit, y/n. like sirius said, you could keep me company. if it gets to be too much, i'll escort you back myself." remus suggested, "deal?"

you tried to hold back your smile, but seeing him smile proudly at himself for having come up with the best suggestion, it happened anyway. finally, you heaved a 'tired' sigh.

"deal." you replied, sticking out your hand, shaking his.

y/f/n, black, potter, and pettigrew all looked at you and remus in shock. but neither of you noticed. you were slightly focused on each other.

"alright! well, it's done then! c'mon moony, we've got things to do before they join us." james said, winking at both y/f/n and you. remus nodded, smiling at you one last time before disappearing with his friends.

y/f/n turned to you with a smirk, nudging you teasingly.

"so...remus huh?"

"shut up."

——

you were right. it was awfully loud. the only thing keeping you sane right now was drinking firewhiskey slowly. remus sat with you, taking notes from a book. why? you had no idea. how he worked in such noise? again, you had no idea.

"how are you doing that?" you demanded as nice as you could, gesturing to his note-taking. he chuckled and shook his head.

"when you dorm with sirius and james, nothing fazes you anymore." he replied, closing his book and turning to you. both of you were sitting on the couch, with you holding your cup in one hand, and the other arm resting on the top of the back rest. he was now facing you, grinning at you.

you laughed, "and that...does not surprise me. it's like dorming with me."

remus furrowed his eyebrows, "oh yeah? why's that?" he asked, taking your cup and taking a sip. you grinned, biting your lip in amusement.

"well, according to y/f/n, who is probably over there grinding with your mate black right now, i like to say things in my sleep. like beating up my grandma and hexing my cousin type of phrases." you confessed, giggling quietly.

truth be told, you were quite the assertive person.

remus let out a laugh, throwing his head back. you grinned even wider, feeling a sort of pride knowing you made remus lupin laugh.

"what've you got against your grandma?" remus asked. you shrugged, "who fucking knows. give me a sip?"

he brought the cup to your lips, tilting it upward so you could drink, before finally bring it back down. this had to be at least your second cup, but you were never exactly a lightweight.

"how are you so far? with all of," he gestured wildly around him, "this?"

you shrugged. "it could be worse. i'm just waiting for y/f/n to get tired so we can leave."

remus nodded, his face falling slightly. idiot! you thought, he probably thinks you don't want to be here with him!

"but being here with you, pretty much makes this whole situation even slightly tolerable." you said with a smile.

his happy demeanor quickly returned.

"so? how are the lovebirds?" james' teasing voice asked. you laughed as remus rolled his eyes and glared at james.

"oh!" james glanced down at the cup in remus' hand, "you're even sharing drinks. that's quite intimate! you are using protection, right?" he winked at remus.

"fuck off, prongs." remus huffed, making james' smirk grow.

"only joking, moons. say, y/n, accompany me to dance?" james asked, turning to you innocently.

remus shifted uncomfortably.

you glanced at him before looking back up at james. "nah. thanks though, potter. i'd definitely try your luck with lily though." you replied.

james smiled at you. a genuine, happy smile. one that you rarely saw on him unless he was with the mauraders or lily evans.

"don't mind if i do. take care of mooniekins for me, will you?" he said. you smiled lightly and nodded.

"of course, potter." you replied. remus smiled at you, though you hadn't noticed it.

james strutted off, toward a certain head over heels redhead.

"hey lupin?"

"yes?

"how's about we get out of here?" you suggested, winking at him. he smiled, "alright, l/n."

——

you two had walked down corridors together, talking about anything and everything. it was the sort of thing that happened once in a lifetime. when two people just...clicked.

you figured now would also be a good time to make connections. life-long ones perhaps. given that it was your seventh year and your only life-long friend was y/f/n.

"so, remind me again why your cousin thought it'd be a good idea to throw a plate at your head?" remus chuckled. you narrowed your eyes at the memory.

"because they're a bloody bitch. that's why." you grumbled. remus laughed and ruffled your hair, considering how much shorter you were compared to him.

finally, you stopped by a statue, spinning around to look at remus. he looked amused but stayed quiet.

"so, this is bold, but i feel like we've connected quite a bit." you said. he nodded, patting your shoulder awkwardly, "agreed."

yeah, he is definitely awkward when it comes to connections and feelings, you thought.

you took a step toward him. "well, you're interesting, 's all i wanted to say, i guess."

he smiled and looked down at you. you just now realized how close you were, feeling his breath on you.

this was definitely a different type of connection.

you both started to lean in, but then he stopped, and pulled back. you furrowed your eyebrows slightly, looking at him concerned. he fidgeted with his hands before finally meeting your eyes.

"i'll—i'll see you around." he mumbled, walking off quickly.

you stood there, frozen. you had almost kissed the boy you had connected with more than anyone you had ever met. he wanted to kiss you too, but he suddenly pulled back. you had tried to think of words to describe this. but their was only word you could think of clearly.

strange.

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

[lackadaisicallizard]

Smart

A ravenrock microfic (peter x benjy)

“My mind is blank.” Peter’s head is in his hands, his tone defeated. 

“Come on babe, you know this one,” Benjy replies, his voice as calm and patient as ever. It’s a little infuriating how collected he is sometimes.

“When will I ever need to know the properties of a boomslang in my day to day life?” 

Benjy chuckles. “If you ever get bitten by one, you might change your tune.” 

Peter cocks an eyebrow at his amused boyfriend. “I’m never going to be stupid enough to get bitten by one.” 

“Didn’t you say James did when he was a kid once?” 

“Exactly.” 

Benjy laughs again, shaking his head. “I love you.” 

Peter hums. “Will you still love me if I fail this potions essay?” 

“You’re not going to fail the potions essay! You’ve got the best tutor in the school.” 

Peter’s lips curl up into a smirk. “Oh yeah, and when does he show up then?” 

“Oh fuck you, Pettigrew.” 

The smirk widens. “Is that an offer?” 

Benjy rolls his eyes but leans in all the same, waiting for Peter to meet him halfway before pressing their lips together. It starts as a slow kiss because even if they are tucked away in the corner, they’re still in the school library. 

Then one of Peter’s hands finds Benjy’s cheek and he feels a hand on his knee as the Ravenclaw moves in even closer. Peter can’t help but smile into the kiss, the warmth of the moment contrasting with the coolness of the library. As their kiss deepens, Peter’s fingers gently trace the outline of the other boy’s jaw, and the faintest gasp escapes Benjy’s lips as Peter’s fingers find the nape of his neck, weaving his fingers into soft brown hair and holding him there. 

Time seems to slow, and the awareness of their surroundings fades away, leaving only this moment. Only Benjy. 

Always Benjy. 

Driving him crazy with his beautiful face and even more beautiful brain. 

God, he wishes he could just live inside the brain of Benjy Fenwick, even just for a day. Just to see inside the mind of someone truly beautiful and witty and just good. 

Peter knows he doesn’t deserve him, but he’s far too selfish to give him up now. 

Because even if he can’t live inside Benjy’s mind, Benjy lives in his. He always will. 

They pull apart then, their breathing a little ragged, their heart rates slightly more elevated than they were a few minutes ago. 

“Can we ditch the studying yet?” Peter asks, already knowing the answer. 

Benjy smiles as he leans back in his chair, his eyes still very much sparkling as they stay on Peter’s face. “Not a chance, Pettigrew.”

It was worth a shot. 

“What if I told you that boomslang skin is used in both polyjuice and beautification potions?” 

Benjy blinks at him. “Did you know that the whole time?” 

Peter puts on his best innocent expression. “Maybe.” 

“Then why on Earth did you pretend you didn’t?” 

“Because when I don’t know things you tell me the answers, and I love when you tell me things.”

“Really?”

Peter nods. “Seriously. I could hear you go on about shrivelfigs for hours. Your mind is ridiculously sexy.”  

Benjy is quiet for a good ten seconds then as he stares at his boyfriend with a stunned expression. Peter is just starting to worry about the silence when Benjy stands up and holds out his hand. Peter takes it, bewildered, as he also stands and follows the other boy’s lead through the library. 

Peter finds his voice as they pass through the door. “Um, Benjy, where are we going?” 

“Back to your dorm.” Benjy’s tone is firm. 

“What about the studying?” Peter asks the question but has no intention on stopping the current unexpected chain of events. 

“We’ll get back to that later.”

“Is this because I called your brain sexy?” 

“Partly, yes.” 

“And the other part?” 

Benjy stops them then. They’re at the base of the stairs to Gryffindor tower. “What is a Chizpurfle carapace used for?”

Peter furrows his brow. “Um, what?” 

“Just answer the question, Pettigrew.” 

“Um, they’re often used in antidotes to common poisons, but they’re quite hard to break open so they’re often fed to venomous tentaculas first.” 

Benjy takes an audible breath at that, eyes widening slightly. “And Horklump juice?” 

“It’s used in the making of various magical ointments. Benjy, what is this-“ 

His question is cut off as he finds himself pushed up against the castle wall, Benjy’s mouth finding his once again. They kiss for an extended moment before coming up for air, Peter using the break to ask a question. 

“Not that I’m complaining about this in the slightest, but are you telling me that me knowing the properties of potions ingredients is turning you on right now?” 

Benjy shrugs. “Yeah, kind of. Is that a problem?” 

Peter smiles, noting the lightly flushed skin only inches away from his own. Benjy’s lips have been kissed a darker shade of pink and his usually neat hair is slightly disheveled. 

“Nope. Not a problem at all.” 

“Good.” Another chaste kiss. “Just one thing.” 

“Yes?” Peter doesn’t even need to know what it is that he wants, he would give Benjy absolutely anything. 

“Don’t hide how smart you are from me. Ever.” 

Peter smiles. “Oh you want a little competition, huh?” 

Benjy snorts. “I wouldn’t go that far, Pettigrew.” 

“Are you underestimating me, Fenwick?” 

A smirk. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” 

And he knows in that moment that he means it, because people underestimate Peter all the time. He’s used to it. He often prefers it, even. 

But with Benjy- well he’s finally met his match. 

Because Benjy sees him. Not his friends, not his pranks, not Wormtail or Pete, but him. 

Peter Pettigrew.

Whose world is slowly beginning to revolve around a wonderful, kind, blue-eyed, pink-cheeked, brown-haired boy. And as they stand there, wrapped in the moment of each other, Peter is nothing but grateful for the boy who sees him for who he truly is.

[demonicwriterwannabe]

Sorting Hellaverse Characters (part 1)

I'm a major geek and this is combining 2 of my fave things (Note: I do not support J.K. Rowling or her views, as a member of the lgbtq community I disagree with her statements. I grew up on harry Potter and separate it from the author)

Charlie: Hufflepuff

C'mon yall. What else would she be in? Charlie is loyal as heck, caring, kind, and fair. Girl is the ultimate Hufflepuff! Besides, "Happy Day in Hell" is such a Hufflepuff vibe.

Vaggie: Gryffindor

Brave? Check. Down to fight? Double check. Fiercely protect of those she loves? Oh yeah. Vaggie is a Gryffindor for sure. I can see an argument for Hufflepuff, but her lines in "Starts with Sorry" seal the deal for me.

Sir pentious: Ravenclaw

Speaking of "Starts with Sorry", everyone's favorite redeemed snake is not a slippery Slytherin, but a wise Ravenclaw. He's creative, smart, witty, and dramatic. He would be the kid hanging out with Luna Lovegood discussing Nargles and explaining the logistics of his Egg Bois to Hagrid.

Alastor: Slytherin

This man is the King of Cunning, the Emperor of Ambition. If he isn't a Slytherun, then I'm going to heaven! (And we know that probably ain't happening). The way this man acts is so Slytherin! He is Salazaar Slytherin himself!

Blitzø: Gryffindor

I'm kinda on the fence about this one. I had to do some process of elimination. He's not a Ravenclaw because Blitz has atrocious grammar and spelling. He's not a slytherin because while he is ambitious, he works hard and doesnt have the confidence. The main thing stopping him from Hufflepuff is his anger and confrontational tendencies. He is brave, ballsy, and fierce, so Gryffindor sounds right to me.

Katie killjoy: Slytherin

From one Brandon Rogers character to another. This lady is willing to do whatever she has to, step on any toes she can, and hurt Tom as much as possible on her way ro the top. She would be a Hogwarts girl that clung onto Draco's every word.

[cherry-pop-elf]

i really like your work and i was wondering if you could make some headcanons about hermione being friends with a ravenclaw who get made fun of by the other ravenclaws cause they think they arent smart enough to be a ravenclaw (sorry if this is too specific)

More details the better boo boo! And thank you so much!!!!!!!! I love taking requests! I love writting, and it can help me with writers block. It also can help others. Like people who are to shy to speak, or want something similar but unable to afford atm. Everyone wins!

Besties with Hermione as a Bullied Ravenclaw

Seems like Hermione loves collecting bullied Ravenclaws, given Luna would be part of the little bubble all the say. One way, or another, after all

Regardless, houses are houses after all. She learned quickly, from her third year, that a house does not define you. Peter Pettigrew was certainly a coward, for being in Gryffindor

Also, what she learned in her third year is that the muggle way sure can shut people up fast. Ask Malfoy. Man has a scar from it all

She knows better than anyone that people are simply smarter in different fields. You are in Ravenclaw for a reason. She is going to help you find your niche. Luna has her magizoology after all. She is certain you have something you excel at better than anyone else

Anyone who says otherwise will certainly learn the hard way. She isnt one for violence, but it sure can shut people up fast

She can also understand greatly how isolating it can be. She is deemed the brightest witch of her era, but still wonders if she actually is smart. She knows it well

Bullies are bullies, and it can be so exhausting

Least you can make the argument that Smarty Pants Granger wouldn't be friends with the stupid types, right?

Yeah no, but hey that just makes it obvious how stupid everyone else is

No matter, Hermione knows the truth. The truth is you are smart. Smart enough to know people who bully are the real dumb ones here

More fun for you, because Hermione and her boys are always having exciting adventures to tag along on

Maybe that is what makes you smart

You are smart enough to make real friends

[rowinablx]

The Badger and The Snake: 1

Note: All the first years are fourteen and graduate Hogwarts at twenty in this, Derek is sixteen while Stiles is fourteen

Tagging: @axelwolf8109 @ozzypawsbone-princeofbarkness @lynsrosegarden @pollyna @taechnology777 @greek-freak101 @thebejeweledwatercat

Board by the talented af @ravenclaw-seeker

Eventually pairings: Stiles x Derek, Allison x Lydia, Issac x Scott, Ethan x Jackson, Aiden x Cora.

"Let me look over you" Noah Stilinski fretted over his son, Stiles was slightly uncomfortable but kept it in. To be fair, neither of them knew Stiles was a wizard until about two months ago.

"You write letters to me whenever you can okay?" Noah held his son's shoulder. "Of course dad" Stiles got surprisingly choked up. Noah hugged him close and let go after a minute.

"Give them hell kid" Stiles laughed and boarded the train.

He walked to the first compartment he saw. "Can I sit here?" "Sure" A tan skinned kid smiled politely, his companion rolling his eyes but not saying.

"I'm Stiles" "I'm Danny" Danny turned to his friend. "Jackson" The other kid rolled his eyes again. Another boy ran in, hiding in a corner. "What did you do this time McCall?" Jackson grinned.

"Might've angered the Steiner twins" He squeaked. "I told them Slytherin and Ravenclaw are for smart people and they aren't smart"

"One of this days you're gonna get punched" Danny laughed.

"Yeah yeah, I'm Scott by the way" He held out his hand to Stiles who shook it. "I hope I'm in Slytherin" Jackson said. "Ravenclaw" Danny said.

"Gryffindor" Scott sighed. "I don't really have one I want" Stiles shrugged. "That's smart, you won't be disappointed then"

Stiles giggled and even Jackson cracked a smile. "Hey Jackson" A young girl with long black hair walked in. "Hey cus" He teased.

"Stiles, Scott, Danny" He introduced quickly. "This is my cousin Cora" "Hi" She waved politely. "So Derek and Laura are definitely trying out for Quidditch this year"

"After they flew into our house twice?" Cora laughed. "I still can't believe my dad's gonna be the potions teacher" Jackson hid his face.

"Peter Hale?" Scott tilted his head. "Uh yeah" "Damn dude"

"Am I supposed to know this? I'm technically muggle born" Stiles muttered. "The rest of our family died in a house fire when we were babies, my dad and cousins survived, it was rumored that a rival wizarding family did it" Jackson said bitterly.

-----

"What if I don't get sorted" Scott whined nervously. "Maybe they'll keep you because of pity" Danny joked. "Ha ha"

Stiles couldn't hear anything, not the headmaster who Jackson was glaring at, not the fricking hat singing.

"Allison Argent!" A teacher called out. Jackson looked like he was about to throw something, Cora glared. Two teens from the Slytherin table looked away like she was beneath them, a teacher clenched his jaw but manages to look unbothered.

"Ravenclaw!" The hat yelled out. "That was awkward" Scott said.

"Cora Hale!" Cora took a deep breath. "Slytherin!" She whooped and ran to her brother and sister, who Stiles deduced were Derek and Laura.

"Isaac Lahley!" A young boy with curly blonde hair but too pale skin walked up shaking. "Gryffindor!"

"Lydia Martin!" A girl with strawberry blond hair skipped forward with confidence. "Slytherin!"

"Danny Māhealani" Danny patted Jackson on the back. "Slytherin!" "Aw man"

"Scott McCall!" Scott squeezed Stiles' arm, Stiles squeezed back

"Gryffindor!" Scott almost ran to the table with the Sorting hat on, the Slytherin teen boy that Stiles saw earlier, Derek, covered his mouth to keep from laughing.

"Aiden Steiner!" Aiden shoved past Stiles. "Ravenclaw!" "Wait what?" Aiden's twin said scandalized. "That's what happens when you act like a fool" Jackson whispered to Stiles who laughed.

"Ethan Steiner!" Ethan looked absolutely miserable. "Slytherin!" "They can separate twins?" "I guess"

"Stiles Stilinski!" Stiles was happy that it apparently didn't show his full name. 'Hmm, you're definitely loyal and smart, let us see' The hat said in Stiles' head. "Better be, Hufflepuff!" Stiles went to the table that was clapping for him.

Scott gave him a thumbs up and a grin. "Jackson Whittemore!" "Slytherin!" Peter Hale smiled genuinely and clapped for his son.

"I'm Kira!" The prefect sitting by Stiles shook his hand. "This is...wow" He grinned at all the food. "The head of house is my mom"

"That's so cool!" Stiles grinned.

Allison Argent was laughing with a few other Ravenclaws, Scott was arm wrestling with another Gryffindor, and Jackson and Danny were flirting with a couple of Slytherins.

------

"Boys dorm is here, you'll have to room with Boyd and Liam" Kira said. Stiles was looking around the Hufflepuff common room in awe. "I love plants" He grinned. Kira smiled fondly.

"Yo" Boyd waved from his bed, Liam looked at Stiles with a small glare. "Hi" Stiles waved.

"We're second years, you're our only first year so..." Liam mumbled. "He's just cranky because he wants to cuddle with his boyfriend from Gryffindor. I still says Theo is crazy enough to be a snake!"

"Shut your face" Stiles laughed and sat on his bed, taping a picture of his dad onto the headboard.

Day one of Hogwarts had done well, hopefully the next months did too.

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Hi love! Can I have a coffee?

5’3 Brown skin, latina, black curly hair and glasses. I like to read, sing, I love children and plan on being a lawyer or teacher. Physical touch is definitely a love language of mine and I also can talk a lot. More of a history and english smarts girl. I speak spanish and some italian. I think i prefer cats to dogs and I have a sweet tooth. I love dominican food too. hmmm Im a ravenclaw and more on the curvier/chubby side. I also work at a library!

Thanks 💖

"hi lol me again, for my coffee i’m also pretty artsy and i love staying home but i also loveee dancing and being around people. most people say im extroverted too :)

love im so sorry this is the last one i promise 😭😭

im sassy for sure and i have a response for everything lol. Im usually the mom friend and i always have a big tote bag or something with anything i could possibly need or someone else might need. I like helping people. Im pretty positive and i have very good emotional maturity. I seem to attract “mean” people or people who others deem negative but i love my friends and family. I loveee saying “fix your face” when friends make a face at people they don’t like. I’m definitely a listener because as much as i talk i will listen and give my friends advice. I don’t tolerate disrespect and tbh ill put people in their place when needed because why do you think you can speak to me like that when i’ve done nothing?? Im lowkey a teachers pet but in my defense its cause i always say hi to teachers i’ve had and if i’ve met you once i willl say hi and wave and i also always participate in class but like if i don’t like a teacher i don’t like them. I also am very respectful and i guess charming?? like i get along with people really easy and im the type to go somewhere and if i don’t know anyone i just pick someone to talk to and make them my friend lol, i loveee bunny’s, butterflies and elephants!! sunflowers are my favorite flower and daises and lilies too and then idek. love purple and yeah i love a good romcom and some of my fav movies are the twilight saga movies, harry potter obvi lol, to all the boys i’ve loved before. I love marvel especially spider-man and black panther and DC like supergirl and the flash!!

ok i’m gonna shut up now but thank you for being patient with me 😭😭

Have a great day lovey! 💖💖"

Something about this is giving me Theo. I think he'd love you being a lawyer or teacher. I def see him as a cat guy too. He'd love if you just spoke randomly to him in Italian. I think he'd like how smart you seem, working in a library and loving English and History.

Okay, yeah, I read the rest of this and yeah, still agree with Theo.

[enchantinglyjade]

𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤

Chapter Nine

Ravenclaw!OC x Slytherin Boys

Masterlist Previous | Next Warnings: NSFW 18+, heavy makeout, bullying, swearing

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

“No, by all means.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Draco finds himself amused by her response.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silas. Oh, how she hated him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

As they go, Silas chuckles a victorious laugh. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

༺ ☆ ༻

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

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

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

One Slytherin boy finds his heart racing particularly fast.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

༺ ☆ ༻

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mean what?” She asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Say the words.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait!” She calls out suddenly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[seedsinmygarden]

Peter Green, the Nerd

“I don’t stare, I observe. Your sweater is inside out, by the way.”

Basic Information

Identifying Gender/Species: Cisgender Human Male, he/him pronouns.

Birthdate: December 3rd, 1874 (Sagittarius)

Blood Status: Muggle-born

Wand: Notched design, Dusty Pink color. Beech wood, dragon heartstring core, 11”, supple flexibility.

Pets?: A female black cat with blue eyes named Persephone.

Appearance

Height and Body Type: Slightly tall at 5’11, and doesn’t grow much more past that. Not many muscles but he’s not really scrawny either, giving him a rectangle body type.

Hair: Well-combed dirty blond hair that remains straight. A little longer than most— he doesn’t get a haircut often.

Eyes: Green eyes with brown specks, like a dyed green leather book. He does wear glasses, a pair of black circular ones— his vision isn’t horrible, but the glasses certainly help.

Scars and Other Marks: None, really. Semi-tan skin from always living on the coastal town.

Clothing: Most often just the Ravenclaw uniform or really anything Ravenclaw related. He doesn’t have a lot of clothes from home, really, and he doesn’t really go clothes shopping. He just has what he has. However, one thing he does treasure is his mother’s scarf. It no longer smells like her after years, but he still holds onto it for the sentimential value it holds.

Personality

Not really shy, just quiet. Prefers to sit silently rather than chat, but doesn’t mind if someone comes up and starts chatting with him (as long as he’s not busy with something important).

Book nerd. Book smart. The Hermione Granger of the 1892 graduating class. Jack of all trades, master of none, better than a master of one.

He wavers with Cassius, Amit, Cressida, and the other braniacs. He doesn’t care where his rank is, he’s not competitive about it.

Takes no shit. He won’t hesitate to put someone in their place if he felt they deserved it.

Prefers brain over brawn. He’ll use his words— and boy is he good with his words! He’s got a sharper tongue than anyone in the school, including the professors. He knows exactly what to say, when to say, and how to say it.

Home Life

Birthplace: A coastal village in Wales.

Birth Parents: Robert and Charlotte Green

Adopted?: Yes.

Adoptive Parents: Kit and Cassandra Gray

Siblings?: None.

Other Guardian Figures: None.

Places of Residence: Born and raised in that Wales coastal village, but Hogwarts quickly became a home he would hold close to his heart, even if he doesn’t have a lot of friends. He’s perfectly content just being within those walls.

Hogwarts Life

House: Ravenclaw

Quidditch?: Nope. He feels he doesn’t have the athleticism, but he is still involved as Ravenclaw’s commentator.

Clubs: Runs the Hogwarts Herald student newspaper. Will occasionally attend meetings for Tommy’s Game Club, but isn’t involved to the point he’s an official part of the club.

Other Activites: Studies plenty. Most of his time is spent reading, however, and he’s often found in the library for it.

Romance?: Sure. He’s not really into it, but if there’s a cute guy… yeah, why not? He’ll entertain the idea, but he knows not to take it too far if he truly isn’t interested.

Patronus: To be learned.

Animagus: To be learned.

Boggart: To be learned.

Amortentia: To be learned.

Trivia

Mother died in childbirth, and his father died in a work accident when he was very young. The only blood family he had left was his aunt and uncle, aunt being his mom’s sister. The two weren’t close, so Peter didn’t exactly have a happy family relationship with them.

Not to say it wasn’t bad either! They were basically just people living under the same roof. There was no good relationship, no bad, just amicable. His aunt and uncle cared for him as one would care for a child, but they didn’t care enough to want to bond or actively spend time.

Peter is the ONLY KID that Madam Scribner remotely likes.

He’s a nice boy, he keeps quiet, he’ll even occasionally help her put returned books away and help other students when they’re looking for a book. Kind of became the unofficial librarian’s assistant.

[biwritesfics]

Constellations of us

Part 2: Leo

🛑 warnings 🛑

Death

War

Trauma

Grief

Toxic family

AN: This was written while I was sleep deprived I apologize. 1,926 words

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Hogwarts was beautiful even in the fog. The others were amused at my amazement but I didn't care. I was too busy soaking it all in. It was like a hazy dreamland and I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I was to call this stone fortress home for the next 111 days. We slowly pull to a stop and I nervously assess the line of first years that I'm sure I'm meant to join. We file out and I receive hugs from Marlene, Mary, and James. Plus smiles and well wishes from Sirius and Dorcas.

A house elf takes Bonbon with the luggage and I’m forced to stop stalling and join the 1st years. I stand behind a little boy with flaming red hair and freckles. “I'm Percival Weasley but everyone calls me Val, you're the new 5th year right,” he asks me as he shakes my hand excitedly. “That I am, I’m Arabella Canis,” I reply, smiling at the energetic little boy. “I’m definitely gonna be a Gryffindor my Da was one my brother Arthur was one and my brother Lance is one. How about you?”

I pause “I want Gryffindor but I think I’ll get Hufflepuff because of my Beauxbatons house but I’m trying for Gryffindor.” “Neat! What was your Bow-bat-uns house?” “Papillonlisse it’s similar to the word butterfly it’s for people who show kindness, maturity and enjoy socialization and the arts. It also tends to attract passionate people who believe the best for the world” “That does sound like Hufflepuff but my Mum always says your house is about what you value not who you are” He says trying to reassure me. “Thank you Val that’s very sweet.”

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As we were talking the line moved forwards rather quickly. It seemed each child only took a few moments to be sorted. The hat was an interesting method but then again we shot exploding arrows across the hall. I still remember when mine burst releasing Purple smoke and butterflies. I cheer Val on as he walks up to be sorted. As a Weasley he was last alphabetically. I had been chosen to go last due to my age. It’s only three anxious heartbeats before the hat cry’s out “Gryffindor!” The section goes wild and someone shouts “We got the third Weasley!” as if they’re popular collectibles.

“I’d like to be in Gryffindor I feel as if they are my family already” “Ahh your going to be one of the one that argues aren’t you?” the hat asks disdainfully. “Not arguing just requesting, bravery doesn’t mean you have to be pushy” Hmm. still feeling Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. I suppose you are brave for asking and you’ve faced some rather nasty things I see” He goes silent for a long time only the occasional huff or grumble.

“What makes you think you can be a Gryffindor?” I pause and think wordlessly for a minute . “ I’m a Gryffindor because I’m petrified and lonely, yet I’m here advocating for myself. I live every day in spite off the massive things against me. I am kind, loyal, and smart, maybe a bit ambitious but that is not what I value most. I will not quarrel with you over it but if you place me in another house I will not be content.”

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“Better be Gryffindor!!” “Thankyou” I whisper quickly before running to join Mary and the others. There’s lots of cheering and hugs but it dies down eventually. “You were quite the hatstall,” Mary exclaims. “Yeah you beat Pete and he took four minutes,” James says nudging the mousy blond boy next to him. “How long did I take? “Seven minutes, it’s probably a record” remarks Remus checking his watch

“Is that a bad thing?” I ask as the infamous Hogwarts feast materializes in front of us. It’s even better than the descriptions I’ve heard. We begin filling our plates and Lily answers my question. “No it’s just rare, Professor McGonogall was a hat stall and she’s an excellent witch.” I mostly listen to the others talk, occasionally passing a dish or serving it.

James eats more mashed potatoes and gravy than any living being I’ve ever encountered. I’m savoring the roast. It's seasoned with rosemary or something of the sort. Remus has a bit of everything, somehow managing to keep each food item from touching. Lily’s plate is perfectly balanced, and Marlene has her plate split in half one hers and the other Dorcas’s. Mary’s is strictly veg while Sirius is relishing in every fried food he can grab. I guess the noble house of black didn't approve of fish and chips. Alice, a sweet girl who the others already know, has each savory item paired with a sweet one.

Peter mixes everything together in a way that's slightly nauseating but I'm happily distracted by dessert or pudding as they called it. I take a page out of Remus’s book and grab small portions from a variety. Mary explains the sweets I don't recognize. I end up with an assortment of biscuits and a bit of jelly roll. I savor every bite but I find myself eyeing the chocolate trifle. “It's nice you should try it,” Remus says motioning his spoon from me to the trifle he's currently eating.

I cave and grab one. It was futile to fight my desire for chocolate. I take the first bite and groan “Merlin that's good” Remus smiles or rather smirks victoriously. Sirius starts coughing and James smacks him on the back. “Juice go down the wrong pipe mate?” Sirius just nods in response. He wheeze's a bit more but seems okay. “Students, silence please!” Professor McGonagall calls out. The room quiets quicker than I thought possible.

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A white haired man in red robes approaches the podium. Dumbledore, I recognize the well known wizard and headmaster. “Greetings Students, I am pleased to lead hogwarts into its 1975-76 school year. We are all aware of the current unrest in our community.” My heart clenched I had been following the news of the violence even in France. My father had moved me into a war zone.

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“I do not believe in protecting students from truths that pertain to them . Outside these walls Muggles, Muggleborns, and other magical species are being targeted by Voldemort and his so called death eaters” I would not be surprised if my father admired the man. We had always disagreed in politics. If he wanted me to hate muggles and other “lower creatures” he should have raised me himself instead of leaving it to the houselves.

“Within these walls there will be zero tolerance for acts of hatred and dark magic. Anyone caught committing these atrocities will be severely punished and in some cases expelled.” He gives a pointed look to the far left table where the slytherins reside. Lily has been gripping me tight since the beginning of the speach. She had mentioned she was a muggleborn. She had nothing to worry about. If anyone wanted to harm her they would have to go through me along with pretty much everyone at this table, and that was based on first impressions alone.

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“I would like to list the names of a few victims that have hit us close to home, if the family of the lost would stand “ Timothy Longbottom” A brunette boy the next table over stands up looking solemn. “Ernest and Miriam Bones” Three students stand in the Hufflepuff section An older boy and two younger girls. The youngest girl is crying. “ “Marcus Shacklebolt” A ravenclaw boy stands. “Donnovan Corcoran” An older and younger woman stand at the teacher’s table.

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“Our hearts go out to each and every one of you and we assure you that you are safe and welcome here at hogwarts” The families of the victims sit again. “The school year will continue on as normal. Quidditch tryouts are tomorrow at 7:30. See your team leaders if you have questions. That would be James Potter for Gryffindor, they are in need of a chaser. Amos Diggory for Hufflepuff they need a keeper and two beaters. Kingsley Shacklebolt for Ravenclaw they are in need of a seeker. Alexander Wilkes for Slytherin they need a seeker and a beater.

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Schedule changes will only be allowed within the first month of the term so please do make up your minds until then. Third through seventh years, the first hogsmeade trip will be on the fourteenth. Harris has asked me to remind you that the Dark Forrest is off limits to all students. I would also like to remind students that unauthorized use of the potions lab is strictly prohibited. We don’t want a repeat of last year. James, Sirius, and Peter go crimson and Remus stifles a laugh.

Professor Marzana is holding a self defense club to meet at two o’clock on Saturdays. Please see her if you are interested. Lastly two reminders There will be no spellcasting in the hallways and curfew is from 9pm to 6am. During that time you are restricted to your dorms and common rooms. That is all I hope that each and every one of you have a wonderful start to the term. There’s a small round of applause before the first years are released to the dorms.

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We linger at the table the mood dampened by the sad news. “The Bones were so terribly sweet, do you think Edgar has guardianship of Amelia and Becca?” Mary asks her voice concerned “Yes he does my mum and Peter’s have been sending meals all August.” James replies. “I won’t be able to look at my family knowing one of them probably had a hand in it. Andy and I seem to be the only sane ones.” Sirius says. I can’t tell if he’s more angry or sad. “

I think half the reason my Father moved us here is to join up.” I whisper Sirius gives me a knowing and sympathetic look. “Im worried for my parents the death toll for muggles is in the thousands at this point, they just don’t connect them. I can’t help but worry that I’ll get an owl from Tuney telling me that they’re dead.” Lily laments. My parent and my brothers are vocal about their disapproval. My brother Angus and his wife Elspeth have been receiving requests to join. They just keep ignoring them but..” her voice falters but we all know what she means.

“My Aunt was killed in a muggle attack nearly a year ago but my Mother still hardly leaves her room.” Alice admits choking up a bit. “My mother thinks they’re going to kill my father. She has nightmares every night. She doesn’t think we hear but we do. Tina slept in my bed all summer.A five year old shouldn’t have to worry about stuff like that. Dorcas’s affection for her little sister is clear. We shouldn’t have to worry about stuff like this either.” Remus says softy.

A white haired man in red robes approaches the podium. Dumbledore, I recognize the well known wizard and headmaster. “Greetings Students, I am pleased to lead hogwarts into its 1975-76 school year. We are all aware of the current unrest in our community.” My heart clenched I had been following the news of the violence even in France. My father had moved me into a war zone.

“I do not believe in protecting students from truths that pertain to them . Outside these walls Muggles, Muggleborns, and other magical species are being targeted by Voldemort and his so called death eaters” I would not be surprised if my father admired the man. We had always disagreed in politics. If he wanted me to hate muggles and other “lower creatures” he should have raised me himself instead of leaving it to the houselves.

“Within these walls there will be zero tolerance for acts of hatred and dark magic. Anyone caught committing these atrocities will be severely punished and in some cases expelled.” He gives a pointed look to the far left table where the slytherins reside. Lily has been gripping me tight since the beginning of the speach. She had mentioned she was a muggleborn. She had nothing to worry about. If anyone wanted to harm her they would have to go through me along with pretty much everyone at this table, and that was based on first impressions alone.

“I would like to list the names of a few victims that have hit us close to home, if the family of the lost would stand “ Timothy Longbottom” A brunette boy the next table over stands up looking solemn. “Ernest and Miriam Bones” Three students stand in the Hufflepuff section An older boy and two younger girls. The youngest girl is crying. “ “Marcus Shacklebolt” A ravenclaw boy stands. “Donnovan Corcoran” An older and younger woman stand at the teacher’s table.

“Our hearts go out to each and every one of you and we assure you that you are safe and welcome here at hogwarts” The families of the victims sit again. “The school year will continue on as normal. Quidditch tryouts are tomorrow at 7:30. See your team leaders if you have questions. That would be James Potter for Gryffindor, they are in need of a chaser. Amos Diggory for Hufflepuff they need a keeper and two beaters. Kingsley Shacklebolt for Ravenclaw they are in need of a seeker. Alexander Wilkes for Slytherin they need a seeker and a beater.

Schedule changes will only be allowed within the first month of the term so please do make up your minds until then. Third through seventh years, the first hogsmeade trip will be on the fourteenth. Harris has asked me to remind you that the Dark Forrest is off limits to all students. I would also like to remind students that unauthorized use of the potions lab is strictly prohibited. We don’t want a repeat of last year. James, Sirius, and Peter go crimson and Remus stifles a laugh.

Professor Marzana is holding a self defense club to meet at two o’clock on Saturdays. Please see her if you are interested. Lastly two reminders There will be no spellcasting in the hallways and curfew is from 9pm to 6am. During that time you are restricted to your dorms and common rooms. That is all I hope that each and every one of you have a wonderful start to the term. There’s a small round of applause before the first years are released to the dorms.

We linger at the table the mood dampened by the sad news. “The Bones were so terribly sweet, do you think Edgar has guardianship of Amelia and Becca?” Mary asks her voice concerned “Yes he does my mum and Peter’s have been sending meals all August.” James replies. “I won’t be able to look at my family knowing one of them probably had a hand in it. Andy and I seem to be the only sane ones.” Sirius says. I can’t tell if he’s more angry or sad. “

I think half the reason my Father moved us here is to join up.” I whisper Sirius gives me a knowing and sympathetic look. “Im worried for my parents the death toll for muggles is in the thousands at this point, they just don’t connect them. I can’t help but worry that I’ll get an owl from Tuney telling me that they’re dead.” Lily laments. My parent and my brothers are vocal about their disapproval. My brother Angus and his wife Elspeth have been receiving requests to join. They just keep ignoring them but..” her voice falters but we all know what she means.

“My Aunt was killed in a muggle attack nearly a year ago but my Mother still hardly leaves her room.” Alice admits choking up a bit. “My mother thinks they’re going to kill my father. She has nightmares every night. She doesn’t think we hear but we do. Tina slept in my bed all summer.A five year old shouldn’t have to worry about stuff like that. Dorcas’s affection for her little sister is clear. We shouldn’t have to worry about stuff like this either.” Remus says softy.

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No but think about it,Bae,just think

Yoshi is a perfect sort of slytherin cause he's just so unseemingly unlike one most people are already used to

Like remember how in that one tmap episode where he managed to figure out Junkyu was the xman when nobody else suspected him at all?? Like the guy is really observant and he knows people around him pretty well, he just doesnt talk or express it often

And idk thats just such a distinctive trait for a slytherin, cause i have a feeling that despite how soft and kind Yoshi is, it still doesnt change the fact that he can and is sort of edgy when he's in his element (take his rapping for example and how he write his lyrics too) and he also plays off that quiet type a lot too so you really dont have much insight in what his thoughts are

Like i have a lot of details to play around with Slytherin!Yoshi tbh he's just so perfect in it but in an oddly unfitting way if you get what im saying ig im pretty sure im rambling atm lmaoo

But yeah treasure x hogwarts au has been in my head for like two years and i still havent put out any actual writing of it 🤡

i love your ideas so much ash, my genius for the 8182829th time 😭

and now that i look at it makes sense, especially the "quiet and mysterious" like yeah.. he knows things.. he could also be a ravenclaw.. smart, observant, and all, plus you'd share homerooms. i think jeongwoo would aslo be a ravenclaw?

anyways back to yoshi imagine going to hogwarts and running into this cute boy at defence against the dark art and being distracted only for his turn to perform and it's some hugeass scary creature he's dealing with. like, you'd wanna be friends with him so so bad but he only talks to the ones he knows. and then collecting the nerves to sneak into the forgotten forest where you know he'll be without getting caught, that would catch his attention cos nobody's done that for him before and boom!

DROP MORE I NEED TO KNOW!! 😭😭