#v: wizarding world

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.      Silence .  It  was  surprising  how  warmly  she’d  embraced  silence  after  years  of  loudness.  And  yet,  her  one-year  break  was  over  as  her  mother  had  so  confidently  announced.  The  great  Skye  Riley  was  back  in   the  spotlight  and  she  NEEDED  to  be  bright ,  to  be  confident,  to  be  smiley  and  stunning .   He  was  dead .  She  needed  to  be  the  star  she’d  always  been .  He’d  grabbed  that  thing.  He’d  smashed  his  head .  She  was  fine  now.  Fully  recovered .  She  had  no  reason  NOT  to  shine .   He’d  died  in  front  of  her  eyes  and  she’d  left  him  there  to  rot . She  had  to  restart  her  career.

Eyes  remained  fixed  on  the  mirror .  Her  once  long  hair  now  gone  -  lost  in  the  hands  of  panic  attacks,  the  nightmares  from  that  night  of  the  accident.  And  yet,   it  wasn’t  her  appearance  that’d  kept  her  standing  there .  No .  Confusion  had  come  in  waves  upon  seeing  the  letter .  An  invitation  from  Rhaegar …  She  was  surprised  he’d  reached  out  after  everything  that’d  happened  She’d  been  cruel,  after  all.  The  things  she’d  told  him  and  Gemma …  She’d  blamed  them  all,  when  they’d  merely  wanted  to  help .  And  yet,  if  he  was  willing  to  give  her  the  chance,  or  well…  even  to  simply  insult  her  out  of  spite,  she  was  willing  to  take  it .  It  was  better  than  staying  at  home  haunted  by  thoughts .                

Mirror  was  put  back  into  her  pocket.  Hand  was  brought  upon  the  door  and  with  a  deep  breath,  she  knocked .

Plotted Starter for @rh4egar

[yukiwhitetm]

Just seen Wicked on the big screen (Amazing! Loved that I could see their facial expressions, which I couldn't in the West End) and it inspired a little Tim Drake prompt in me. Sorry if this isn't super coherent, as I'm disabled so now I'm v. tired.

OK, so this is also inspired a little by that one story where Tim was a street kid who snuck into the Drakes' mansion and squatted there, then pretended to be the Drake's bio kid Jackson Drake when he became Robin (somewhere in my AO3 bookmarks). And by this one White Collar (I've never watched the TV series but still enjoy the crossover fics) crossover I have open in a tab but not yet read where Tim has a twin Tom who becomes Neal while Tim is Red Robin, according to the blurb.

Tim Drake Prompt:

To the outside world, Timothy Drake is the perfect son and heir, a boy born with a silver spoon in his mouth and waited on hand and foot by his staff and family. However, the outside world only sees what it was meant to see.

To Tim Drake of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Drake, he was born a squib in a long line of witches and wizards. He was born lesser than his parents Jack and Janet Drake, his younger sister Athena "Tina" Drake and the whole wizarding world. (We don't discriminate, his parents say, gesturing at his sister's wheelchair.) He was born lesser than their ancestors' wands and the magical artefacts slotted into every corner and crevice of their mansion. While his parents go swanning off all over the world with Tina in tow to discover long lost secrets of their magical past, Tim is left knocking about the large empty mansion alone, not even a house elf in sight (they travelled with the family, obviously).

Tim was born into a world that didn't accommodate him, in fact outright excluded and hated him. Born into a magical world that no majs can never know of but made for a no maj world, Tim doesn't fit in anywhere. He can't live in the magical world... but he can't ignore it either.

Until he becomes Robin III. Sort of. Maybe? He hopes so, one day...

Jason (and then later Damian) would like to disagree.

I struggle so much with chronic fatigue that I don't think I could ever write this prompt into a full story. Sorry it's a bit of a long prompt! I'm a lengthy writer. Feel free to write this, just credit me!

[vrisbian]

So finally listening to ep 32, and the Fireside, I actually am so interested in Mirara as a character. Second youngest in the Conclave, true believer, lonely with a social creature as her familiar being put on blast for having maybe one spirit shes intimate with.

It makes me really look at her costuming. All the witches represent a certain aspect of folkloric takes on witches, but Mirara is the one who chooses to be fully masked and cloaked in her presentation (more parallels with Suvi as she dressed for dinner or beginning of Act 2). Literally has put a barrier between herself and the world, and literally making it harder to understand her or see her as a human woman.

Being real this all does change how I hc she actually looks under all the presentation. Like I think shes using magic to create this bigger and creepier costuming.

[luminescenc1e]

A titter of amusement at her expression. She had always seemed frightened, for those brief moments where she hadn’t had enough time to scold her expression into boredom or disinterest. A peculiar little thing, he thought. She had no reason to fear him, she had all the reason to be terrified. But she wasn’t supposed to know that. For her, along with almost everyone else, his performance had been intricately woven. A promising student from Hogwarts, now working at Borgin and Burkes, knowledgeable about various topics, on his way to a far more successful career.

There had been no stone left unturned in his immaculate portrayal. So he had expected her to react like everyone else had, enthralled and delighted. What a perfectly nice young man. Was that not how he was perceived? Could she know something about his true self, about his knights? No, impossible. It should be impossible. A light touch to her chin, as he forces her to look up, look at him.

Tom smiles, but it does not reach his eyes, now trained on every minuscule shift in her expression. “ Have I managed to insult you? You seem to be weary of me in a way that I don’t think I can understand. And no matter how much I think about it. It just doesn’t make sense to me. Maybe I’ve missed something? Maybe you can enlighten me? ” Soft, meek, inviting. But it slipped, a small shift in his tone, a command.

mugglebrn asked: [ 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 ] + reverse (for tom!) / MEME - accepting.

[gracexthoughts]

of violent delights chap 10

bad news, good news and everything in between

6 february 1996

Euphemia’s POV 

Screaming pulls me out of my sleep and before I’m fully awake, the door to my room opens and Harry runs in, panicking. “Mia!” 

“Haz! What is it?” 

“Sirius Black! He attacked Ron! He’s in the dorm!” 

“What?” I yell, leaping up out of bed, grabbing my wand from my night stand and running out of my room. As I step into the common room I see Ron standing by the couches; students coming down both staircases to see what the ruckus is. “Ron! What happened?” 

“Excellent, carrying on the party here then?” Fred asks, coming down the stairs, not seeming to mind the girls ogling him and George in just their sweatpants. 

“Everyone back to bed!” Percy snaps, following Fred down and pinning his Head Boy badge to his nightshirt. 

“Percy, Sirius Black! In our dorm! Came at me with a knife!” Ron cries breathlessly. 

“Now really! I am very glad Gryffindor won the match but it is far too late for parties! Back to bed all of you!” McGonagall says, storming into the dorm as she ties her dressing robe around her waist. “Percy, Euphemia I expected better than this.” 

“Professor, I certainly didn’t authorize this. I was just telling everyone to go back to bed, Ron just had a bad dream,” Percy says quite indignantly. 

“It wasn’t a nightmare!! Sirius Black was standing over me and he was holding a knife!” Ron yells, gesturing wildly around. 

“Oh please, how would he get through the portrait hole?” McGonagall asks. 

“Ask him!” Ron screeches pointing at the entrance to the common room. 

With a sigh, and looking still very suspicious, McGonagall moves out of the common room to speak to the portrait hole, the rest of us following to the very edge of the common room to listen. “Sir Cadogan, did you recently let a man through the common room?” 

“Yes, of course, m’lady!” The painted knight answers, puffing up his chest. “He had the whole week's passwords. Read them off a piece of paper. I was impressed with his dedication to security!”

After a moment, McGonagall comes back very stern looking and white as a sheet. “Which one of you foolishly wrote down all of this week's passwords?” She asks, her voice shaking in a way I’ve never heard before. The rest of us silently look around at each other until, from the very back of the room ,Neville Longbottom raises his hand. 

Hours later and not a single one of us is able to think about sleeping: nearly every Gryffindor student is in the common room huddled into small groups murmuring between themselves. We all know the castle is being searched again, desperately hoping that this time they catch him. 

Harry and I sit in front of the dying fire, surrounded by our friends trying to be reassuring. Harry’s head is on my shoulder, exhaustion from a long day fighting to overcome the fear we both feel. 

As the sun starts streaming through the Tower’s windows, McGonagall returns, her face grave and pale. Sirius Black escaped again and Harry and I are no safer than we were before. 

23 february 1997

I exit the greenhouse, wrapping my cloak tighter around me as the cold winter wind hits my skin, causing my hair to fly in front of my face. Angelina, Alicia and I walk quickly back to the warmth of the castle, sighing as we step over the threshold, warmth enveloping us again. “Godric, I can’t wait for spring. I’m so tired of the cold,” Angelina sighs, shivering slightly as we continue through the halls again. 

“Honestly, I don’t think I’ve warmed up since practice the other night,” Alicia shivers. Wood had us practicing constantly still, gearing up for our match against Slytherin that is still nearly two months away. The other night’s practice was so windy, we all sat huddled in front of the fire once we were back in the common room. As we walk further into the castle, our conversation is cut short by distant yells and geers.

We turn the corner, a large crowd blocking the halls. Grunts, gasps and shouts echo off the stone walls. Students of all houses are shouting at someone in the middle. I sigh, knowing as a prefect I can’t leave without dealing with whatever this is. “I’ll see you guys back in the tower,” I say to Angelina and Alicia. I drop my bag by the wall and push my way through the crowd to see two students locked in a fist fight at the center of the circle. The boys separate for a moment, I recognize Mattheo and a 6th year Ravenclaw whose name I can’t remember, before Mattheo takes another swing, connecting his already bloody fist with the Ravenclaw’s face. 

“Mattheo!” I yell, trying to get his attention but he either can’t hear me over the other students or is ignoring me. The boys continue grappling until the Ravenclaw boy manages to push Mattheo off him, causing Mattheo to stumble back into the crowd of students. I take this as my opening and jump in front of Mattheo before he can go after the Ravenclaw again. “Mattheo! Hey, cut it out!” 

“Get out of my way, Potter,” Mattheo grumbles trying to shove past me but I plant my hands on his shoulders to try and keep him from lunging again. 

“Stop! You’re going to get-” I’m cut off when Mattheo manages to push past me, causing me to stumble slightly. Mattheo takes a punch to his face before he can land one of his own, but he recovers quickly, managing to get the Ravenclaw boy to the ground. Mattheo keeps punching, seemingly with no intention to stop, but soon Theodore Nott jumps into the ring, wrapping his arms around Mattheo from behind and dragging him back as Professor McGonagall’s voice rings out and students begin to scatter. I turn to see McGonagall and Snape rushing towards us, Mattheo pushing himself out of Nott’s grasp. 

“What in Merlin’s name is going on here?” McGonagall exclaims, looking between Nott, Mattheo, the Ravenclaw and me. None of the boys speak up, Mattheo and the Ravenclaw boy still glaring at each other. 

“Mr. Riddle? Mr. Nott?” Snape asks, turning his cold eyes to the two Slytherin boys. Still silent. 

“Mr. Davies? Miss Potter?” McGonagall asks, turning to me. 

“I just got here, Professor. I’m not sure what happened,” I respond, shrugging my shoulders. 

“Well! If no one will supply any information. 15 points from Ravenclaw and Slytherin and detention for the both of you! I will not have this muggle brawling in the halls, do you understand?” The boys nod slightly, Mattheo wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. “I expect better of you, particularly from a prefect!” McGonagall scolds, her piercing gaze directed at Mattheo. “Miss Potter, please escort the boys to the hospital wing and that will be the end of this,” McGonagall adds and I nod in acknowledgement before she continues on her way. Snape eyes us coldly for a moment before following after her. 

No one moves until the professors have turned the corner. Davies glares at the Slytherins boys, spitting a bloody loogie at their feet. “Fuckin’ monster, just like your father,” the boy growls to Mattheo. Mattheo tries to lunge for the boy again but Nott holds him back. 

“That’s enough!” I snap, a sense of protectiveness taking over my actions, surprising the boys and myself. 

“Little Euphemia Potter, defending You-Know-Who’s son? Pathetic,” Davies coos, his eyes scanning my form. I stare him down as he takes a step towards me, threateningly. 

“Get the fuck away from me before I throw your ass in even more detentions,” I say lowly, my eyes daring this boy to push me. I hold his gaze as he weighs his options, eventually shaking his head and brushing past me and the Slytherin boys. “Mattheo, are you okay?” I ask softly. 

“Fine,” he grumbles, pulling out of Nott’s grip and walking past us, not sparing me another look. 

“We don’t need your help, Potter,” Nott says sharply, pulling my attention away from Mattheo’s retreating figure. 

“A simple thank you would suffice,” I snap moving to grab my bag where I had left it, turning to leave the scene but a hand wraps around my arm, preventing me from leaving. 

“He doesn’t need you fucking with his head so whatever you’re doing-” 

“Hey! I didn’t ask for this anymore than he did,” I rip my arm from his grip and cut him off, not of the mind to be lectured by someone who has never sent a kind word my way. “And for the record, I’m not doing anything. Despite what you and your friends seem to think, I don’t have it out to get anyone. I’m just trying to get through the year, so excuse me if I don’t subject myself to your baseless insults,” I snap, turning on my heel and continuing down the hall. 

“He’s not as hard as he pretends to be,” Nott calls after me, stopping me in my tracks. I turn slowly, halfway down the hall from Nott now. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Nott watches me, his eyes seeming to search my face for a moment. 

“Just… try not to hurt him,” he says finally, his eyes suddenly soft, before turning and walking down the hall, leaving me to contemplate what the hell he means by that.  

Nott’s voice rings in my head as I make my way up to Gryffindor Tower and I think back to my birthday. Mattheo may not have known it, but he helped me a lot that day just by distracting me, by being there. I drop my bag on my bed and rummage through my bedside drawer, finding a pack of cigarettes and turning back to leave the common room. The trolls hired to guard the Fat Lady's portrait, a condition of her return to duty after Sir Cadogan’s catastrophic failure, eye me suspiciously as I exit the common room minutes after I entered but I pay them no mind. 

Soon, I reach the top of the stairs to the Astronomy Tower and, as expected, Mattheo is sitting against one of the stone pillars, his face turned to look out over the grounds, his hands playing with a black zippo mindlessly. “Go away, Nott,” Mattheo grumbles without looking over. 

“Wow, do I look that bad?” I ask sarcastically, staying over by the stairs. His head turns to me, blood dried onto his skin, his brown eyes distant and sadder than I think I’ve ever seen them. His bottom lip is bloody and there’s a cut across the bridge of his nose, blood drying under his nose and his knuckles. 

“Go away, Potter,” he says, turning his head away from me. I walk towards him slowly, not listening to his instruction. “Seriously, fuck off. I’m not in the mood for a lecture,” he insists, his fists clenching. I stop next to him, holding the cigarette down to him. 

“No lecture. I just owe you a cigarette,” I say simply, causing him to look up at me and then my hand. After watching me for a moment, he reaches up with bloody fingers and takes the cigarette from me. I sit down by the next stone pillar, putting my legs under the metal railing so they dangle over the edge of the tower and I light up my own cigarette, leaning on the railing as I look over the school grounds. 

“I don’t want to be my father,” Mattheo says eventually, his voice cracking slightly. I turn my head to look at him sitting to my left, his gaze still fixed on the horizon, his eyes shining with unshed tears. 

“I don’t think you are,” I respond honestly, turning back to look out over the grounds. After a moment, I hear Mattheo light the cigarette I gave him and take a long inhale, and we sit in comfortable silence watching as the late afternoon sun sinks slowly into the horizon’s embrace. 

✦

I return back to my room well after sunset, cold from sitting in the winter air for longer than I expected. Mattheo had barely spoken in the few hours we sat together in the Astronomy Tower but I didn’t leave until he did. “Thank you,” he’d said as we walked down the last stairs of the tower together, so quiet I almost didn’t hear it. Our eyes had met and the rest of the world had disappeared for a moment as Mattheo and I looked at each other, an understanding passing silently between us, leaving me with a twist in my stomach that has only grown as I made my way back to my dorm. 

I sigh, looking at my bag on my bed, my untouched schoolwork calling to me. I pull out my books, flop onto the love seat in front of the fire but before I can even crack the spine, there’s a tapping on my window. I look up to see my owl, Pax, resting on the windowsill outside, an envelope in his beak. 

“Hi buddy,” I whisper softly as I open the window, the brown and white bird flying into the room to rest on the mantle. I take the letter from him, petting him as I turn over the envelope to see the Ministry of Magic seal on the back. 

I rip open the envelope, my hands shaking. As soon as I turned 18 a little under a month ago, I sent in a petition for custody of Harry to be taken from the Dursley’s and granted to me. I’ve been anxiously awaiting the verdict and have not been patient about it either. 

Dear Miss Euphemia Potter, 

We are writing to inform you of a custody change of your brother. Due to no objection from Mr. and Mrs. Dursley and your passionate testimony of your plans and proof of ability, you are hereby granted full custody of Harry J. Potter, your request accepted. Please see below stipulations and expectations of guardians and sign the attached agreement of custody by 31st of March 1997 to confirm this change. 

Hoping you are well, 

Ethel Woodwark 

Junior Minister of Magical Minors 

I laugh as I finish the letter, joy and relief overflowing from my body. Tears threaten to spill over onto my cheeks as I read the words again and agin, confirming that I understand them and the best is true. The realization sets in and I burst from my room, searching the common room for Harry. When I don’t see him, I look at my watch and realize he must still be in his anti-dementor lesson with Lupin. I leave the Common Room again, nearly sprinting through the halls to find my brother. 

“Harry!” I yell, bursting through the classroom door, startling Harry and Lupin who are standing in the center of the room. 

“Mia! What’s wrong?” Harry asks, searching my face for signs of fear or anger. 

“Nothing! For once, everything is happening exactly as we want it to,” I laugh, holding out the letter for him to read. He takes the parchment from me, his green eyes scanning the words quickly and a smile growing on his face. 

“Is this real?” Harry asks, looking back to me.

“We never have to go back there again. They can’t hurt us anymore,” I affirm, nodding as the tears return to my eyes. Harry’s face lights up and he slams into me, hugging me tightly. 

“You did it, we’re free,” he says laughing in joy as the force of his hug causes me to stumble back slightly. I laugh and wrap my arms around his shoulders, relief crashing down over us like a tidal wave at the thought of never having to live in fear of our aunt and uncle again. “Thank you,” Harry whispers to me. 

“Anything for you, Haz,” I respond, pulling back to cup my brother’s head in my hand and meet his eyes. “I mean that.” 

“Congratulations,” Lupin says with a sad smile from behind us. Lupin and I have barely spoken in the last month other than about classwork; my eyes meet his and I nod with a small smile.

“Thank you,” I respond quietly, releasing Harry from my grip. “I’m sorry to interrupt your lesson, but I figured-” 

“It's quite alright,” Lupin says, holding up a hand, “Good news should never wait.” I smile appreciatively at the man and turn back to Harry to see joy in his eyes I have not seen in far too long, a lightness in my chest I’ve not felt in a long time.

a/n; fuck the dursleys they’re outta here. anyyyway hope you guys enjoyed this please feel free to comment thoughts i love hearing it and thank u for reading!!

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[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

hate to disneychannelpost but like. It's kinda fucked how stevie was literally like "hey the competition where only the winning child in any wizard family keeps their powers and everyone else gets the gift they've been using their whole lives taken away forever so siblings in every single wizarding family for generation after generation are pitted against each other for their entire childhoods/adolescence is actually. y'know. kinda fucked. we should make it so that stops." and then they shattered her body to pieces

[sixbillicnsouls]

( ❛ ╾ @acourtcfmuses )

"Well, well.." Lux sat up from her laid back position on the couch. She didn't need Ominis' super hearing to know who was walking through that door. She had stayed put when Eilidh had walked in moments before but now she turned to the next person. Sebastian. "Someone is certainly out past their bed time. Have fun did you?"

[managedxmischief]

| open ; n.ewt s.camander |

"Be gentle with him. His fingers are quiet sharp he will let you know if you're being too rough." Newt said softly. "His name is Pickett. He's got quite the personality." He smiled.

[serpentinebrando]

Closed Starter | @runyou-clever-boy

Lucien knew he had a long night ahead of him, but he couldn’t help being amped up! Being onstage, hearing the crowd cheering and singing along with him, basking in their attention, it all felt incredible! The spotlight was almost more of a drug for him than his other vices, of which he would freely admit that he had many. It was his first and so far only true love. He craved it. Coveted it like the richest of treasures.

Tonight was no different. The atmosphere was electric, and not just because of the magic lighting the stadium and powering the pyrotechnics. He was halfway through his set when he recognized a familiar face in the crowd, someone he remembered from school. It took a full song for him to finally put a name to the face, but when he did, he grinned wildly. Zacharias Smith. How fortunate! They hadn’t exactly been close, but Lucien knew a beneficial ally when he saw one, and the Smith family had good standing. Besides that, he remembered Zach being a pretty decent kid, and was genuinely happy to see him again.

Scheming already, he took advantage of a short water break to let his personal security guards know to escort Zacharias backstage after the show for a VIP party. He wanted to make sure the man had a good time, and chat with him if they got the chance. Bounding back onstage, he finished the last few songs with even more energy than he’d started the show with, periodically finding Zach in the crowd and keeping an eye on him.

[uselessdevice]

LEAH WOODS.

FACECLAIM: Lea Seydoux (adult) / Anna Sophia Robb (teen) / Taliana Eliana Bateman (kid) AGE: 25-35. GENDER: Female. OCCUPATION: Verse Dependent : Kindergarten teacher / Nurse / Seamstress. SPECIES: Human. SEXUALITY: Heterosexual. NATIONALITY: American. EYE COLOUR: Blue. HAIR: Wavy, blonde. HEIGHT: 5"6. SCARS: A deep crescent that runs from behind her left ear down to the base of her skull, but luckily can be covered by her hair. LANGUAGES: English / Dutch. ZODIAC: Cancer, 8th July. SKILLS & HOBBIES: Art / Cooking / Teaching / Childcare / Medical knowledge / Sewing / Gymnastics & Baton / Reading. MEDICAL: Infrequent seizures / Arachnophobia. CONNECTIONS: Rufus (brother).

BIOGRAPHY

The sole survivor of a car crash at just three months old, Leah was adopted by Emil and June Poyntz. She joined her older brother Rufus, who'd been adopted by the couple just a few years earlier, and at last it seemed that the family was complete. Living in El Paso, Texas, Leah's new life was full of love and happiness. For a while, at least.

When she was eight years old, strange things began happening in the house. Items moved around at night, were impossibly stacked in the kitchen. Birds and other animals seemed to die in the vicinity of their yard. Rufus became agitated, convinced that something terrible was going to happen. And one night, it did.

Leah was taken from her family home by an unknown force. There was no sign of forced entry, no evidence at all to point to an intruder. In a flash of bright light she was gone, witnessed only by her brother who'd been standing guard, unable to sleep.

A week after her abduction, Leah found herself alone, lost, away from home on the other side of the country. She didn't even know where home was, literally. All her previous memories were gone, other than her name. She ended up in the foster care system, trying to piece together a new life for herself and wondering what happened to her life before.

VERSES

Main A kindergarten teacher who has no idea that she was abducted by aliens as a child, but suffers infrequent seizures as a result of their experimentation.

1950's- closely affiliated with @hvbris Seamstress at a tailors shop in New York. She suffered the same fate as a child and was abducted, left with no memories of her home or family. Paranormal Click the link for info!

Wizarding World Click the link for info!

Jurassic World Click the link for info!

CSI Click the link for info!!

The Hunger Games Click the link for info!

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (Hunger Games) Click the link for info!

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes ; Covey Leah Ochre Baird was born just before dusk on a summer evening, the sky ablaze with orange tinted clouds. As part of the Covey troupe, she performs at the hob in District 12 alongside the others, playing the lyre and occasionally singing for the crowd alongside her little sister, Maude Ivory.

Marvel Leah's species was designed by the High Evolutionary with the aim to make them better than his last project, always better. With strength and durability to match Xandarians, he was pleased with the progress only for a short while before seeing imperfections everywhere in the batch of children he'd begun with. He ordered them destroyed. But a lab technician took pity on Leah, helping her to escape and join a Xandarian family who would hide her. One of the common defects of Leah's species was seizures.

Vampire Slayer Click the link for info!

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

               ˜”*°•.     The  world  had  been  crumbling  for  so  long .  Threats  lurking  in  every  shadow,  whispers  growing  louder  and  louder .  Yet ,  he’d  ignore  them .  He  would  refuse  to  see  the  threats  approaching,  the  war  being  prepared  behind  their  backs .  There  were  traitors  among  them ,  yet  he   would  ignore  them ,  deem  them  part  of  the  imagination,  foolishly  believe  that  the  Dark  Lord  would  never  return .  She’d  worked  for  the  Wizarding  World  ,  though,   for  so  long  that  she  wouldn’t  let  an  old  man  ruin  it  all .  ❝ Rumous  are  rarely  ever  reliable ,  I  am  afraid . ❞  She  responded, offering  a  small  genial  smile . ❝ The  Minister  has  been  facing  some  health  issues,  which’ve  been  keeping  him  away .  He  will  be  back  as  soon  as  possible . ❞  But  this  was  not  the  case,  was  it  ?  The  Minister  was  imprisoned  in  a  place  only  very  few  of  the  government  were  aware  of .  The  mere  possibility  of  the  truth  being  figured  out ,  enough  to  condemn  them  all.   ❝ Yet ,  I  cannot  help  but  wonder .  Just  why  exactly  would  you  be  suspicious  of  a  scheme  taking  place ? ❞ 

[gaycodependency]

mann, ppl's urge to say alex is the nicest character in the show and try to clean her image is, to me, a bit of a disservice to her character. she can be mean and sneaky and manipulative and to try to erase that ur not getting alex as a character?? like it's finneee!!

[cruelprincae]

“Are you just going to keep staring at that thing all day?” — I'm so sorry Hermione doesn't know how to say ❛hello how do you do❜ properly FDFHSHDF 🙈

hermione pops by to say hello. . . . and fails miserably. | random asks

His concentration on the crystal, half hovering over the green grass, is instantly interrupted when Hermione pushes her body forward, an obstruction between the Fae´s gaze and the pale lavender crystal. It falls to the ground with a soft thud and Cardan´s brows are drawn together into a distasteful frown as he glares up to the witch through dark lashes, not even bothering to move from the spread position of his body upon the soft grass. ❛ Pardon me, It hasn't been brought to my attention that staring is now against the school regulations. ❜ The Fae humours with a level voice, albeit they come out muffled due to the cage his arms form around the lower half of his face. Hermione's high-pitched voice irks his sensitive hearing and as a result, his sharp, pointed ears twitch in irritation, no doubt yearning for the soft, quiet hum of the light breeze through the leaves of the tree that's looming over him. When he finally sits up, Cardan pushes his knees close to his chest and levels the brunette a long, squinted stare before adding; ❛ Go away. I'm not signing whatever C.H.E.W charity you have going on with the elves. ❜

[mage-of-black-robes]

Drunken Dare: Give me a sensual foot massage. The hotter, the better.

Gods, he hated parties. They hadn’t gotten any better since his youth, only more intoxicated. Alcohol at least numbed the wizard’s nerves and made him a little more personable. Perhaps too much so, according to his brother, who had caught him on multiple occasions drunkenly flirting with guys he ordinarily would never have given the time of day. Earlier tonight, even, Caramon had warned him to take it easy, worrying over both his physical heart and his romantic one. Not that Raistlin didn’t care, of course. The last thing he wanted was to end this night in a hospital bed. Someone else’s bed, on the other hand, might not be so bad. If he was being forced to socialize, he might as well try to get some fun out of it, after all, and the inexperienced young man was dying to try something new!

The former Slytherin was already tipsy, having slipped away from his twin the first chance he got. Currently locked in a game of Truth or Dare with the beautiful hosts of the evening’s soirée, he was struck with irony as the blond gave his command. How fitting that the guy who had stolen his first kiss in a similar game years ago was the one daring him now? Firm lips curled in a smirk as he gazed back at Zacharias, hazel eyes glinting with challenge behind his spectacles. “Fine, but not with an audience. I’m not much into voyeurism.” Eloquent even while impaired, Raistlin glanced around Zach’s room at the other three players, noting briefly how Jett bristled at the idea of leaving them alone together. “Unless your roommate has a problem with that, of course,” he added, unable to resist the urge to tease.

It had the desired effect. Jett’s face went a pretty shade of scarlet, and he immediately got up to leave, though he hesitated to wait for the others to follow. As he was leveled with an intense glare from the former Hufflepuff, Raistlin responded with another smirk and a playful wink, hoping to fluster the older man further.

[luminescenc1e]

Karkaroff was relentless, always nearby, beady little eyes dancing across each interaction, happily repeating anything he saw back to his Father. The opportunity to be at Hogwarts was one that he greedily took, wanting to escape the encapsulated and oftentimes frozen grounds at Svalbard. It was the school that he had wanted to attend, one that his parents went to, but he had been sent away, a punishment wrapped up and presented like a present. What little time he now had, he spent outside of the ship, mostly preparing for what was to come next, the first task, or using that as an excuse to stay away and enjoy what time he could inside of the school.

The library was mostly quiet, large enough that if you moved your way deeper into the stacks, you could hear nothing else other than the howling winds from outside, or a distant scrap of someone's chair. A book propped up open detailed different methods of underwater exploration, spells, and potions that would allow anyone to submerge themselves and breathe for long periods. These methods were often used by either explorers or those bold enough to look where most did not dare to. The information was not anything that he couldn’t have found back at Durmstrang, where magic was handled a lot less theoretically.

Here, from what he had seen, there was a lot more essay writing and homework, rather than being thrust forward and forced into a situation that made it impossible to do much else, than swim or drown. Legs extended, leaning on the windowsill, Draco had noticed someone else in the part of the library, and for some time, he ignored it, but considering that there were only the two of them, it was enough to make it suspicious. Soundlessly he closed the book, placing it down on a nearby table, before moving down the rows of books, seeing fragments of the person through them.

“ If they sent you to spy on me, you should have done a better job. ” Turning a corner, he almost came face to face with a girl he had seen already, enough to be familiarized with her, and her name. Especially since she was constantly glued to the Hogwarts champion. What little he had done in the week they had been there, Draco had noticed and listened, noting how different the school dynamics were. The student with the best grades was not a pureblood, but her. And that was enough to get him interested. Could she be cheating? That is what his father would have thought.

[gracexthoughts]

of violent delights chap 7

happy birthday, mia

30 January 1996

Euphemia's POV

The Christmas break seemed to float by. Harry and I stayed at Hogwarts as always, the Weasleys and Hermione staying as well. My first two years at Hogwarts, I went back to the Dursleys' for Christmas, just to see Harry and make sure he was okay. Since Harry started though, we've had no reason to go back. Christmas with each other and our friends has always been far preferable. I'll never forget how excited Harry got his first Christmas morning at Hogwarts. 

I love the castle during the holidays. It's decorated to the nines and is quiet and serene for two weeks. I spend most of my time running around the empty halls with the twins, a snowball fight with the Twins and I on one team and Harry, Ron and Hermione on another, and two weeks of no prefect rounds. 

Since that night in the broom closet, Mattheo and I haven't spoken of what happened. I've never seen him be so gentle, especially not to me. The way he helped calm me down from panicking, and the way our hostile banter turned playful in the time we spent locked in the closet has plagued my mind in the two months since. I fully expected to arrive in class the next morning with the whole school knowing Euphemia Potter had a panic attack from being stuck in a broom closet with Mattheo Riddle (most girls' dream situation) but no one knew unless I told them. Mattheo hadn't told anyone what happened, or if he did he swore them to secrecy. I tried to thank him for it but I only received a grunt in return, reverting back to the same cold, angry and insufferably superior jerk I've always known him to be. Even so, I can't help but wonder what he was doing over break, why he was so nice to me that night, and why he hasn't tried to use my weakness against me. 

Harry has been despondent since Christmas when his new Firebolt was confiscated to be checked for tampering. I hadn't even woken up yet when Harry had come rushing in, yelling thank you over and over again. He'd thought I had bought him the new broom but I hadn't. Well, I'd been planning on it but my plan was to let Harry pick out the broom he wanted rather than choose it myself. But some mystery benefactor had beaten me to it and McGonagall promptly confiscated it, worried about it being cursed or hexed and Hermione has taken the brunt of Harry's anger. Secretly, I'm grateful someone else thought it was strange besides me but i’m sorry Hermione is being shut out for it.

Since term has resumed, and prefect rounds and Quidditch practices along with it, Harry and I have been adding weekly anti- dementor lessons to our schedules. Four lessons in and Harry and I can both produce the shield version of the Patronus Charm. The corporeal form, however, has been a bigger challenge. 

"Happy Birthday, Mia!" The door to my dorm is flung open as the Weasley Twins, Angelina, Alicia, Lee, and Harry all flood into my room. The best benefit of being a prefect? I have my own dorm room. Although, my friends have started to use it as their own personal common room so it's ultimately not that private anymore. I sit up, making a noise somewhere between a groan and a laugh as my friends and brother surround my bed. I squint at the clock on my nightstand and balk. 

"I love you all so much but it's literally 8AM, I don't get to sleep in on my birthday? It's a Sunday!" I pretend to whine, falling back on my pillows. With Quidditch practice Mondays-Thursdays 4:30-6:30PM, prefect rounds Tuesdays and Thursdays 9-11PM, and extra lessons with Lupin on Wednesdays at 8PM I have barely any time to do my schoolwork, let alone anything else. 

"No, because it's not fair for you to shorten the time we get to celebrate you by sleeping," Angelina says, crossing her arms and sitting on the bed next to me. 

"You can't sing at breakfast," I say, sitting up with my eyes wide and looking at the Twins. Fred and George love parties, celebrations and taking the mickey out of people they love. When they found out I'd never celebrated a birthday before coming to Hogwarts, they made it their personal mission to make every birthday since absolutely insane. 

"We won't," Fred says, a mischievous gleam in his eyes behind his smile.  

"I couldn't believe you less," I laugh. 

"Oh we're singing! No opting out, Potter!" Lee says, wiggling his eyebrows like a madman. 

"C'mon, Mia don't be a spoil sport!" George says, leaning against one of the posts of my bed frame. 

"Oi! I am many things but a party pooper is not one," I laugh, "I need you all the leave if you expect me to get dressed though." 

"Boo," Fred laughs, heading towards the door with George and Lee. Harry holds back for a moment and leans over the edge of my bed to give me a hug. 

"Happy birthday, Mia," he says with a small smile. 

"Thanks, Haz," I return his smile, reaching up to ruffle his already unruly hair. He chuckles and shoves my hand away and turns to leave with the rest of the boys, leaving me with Angelina and Alicia. 

"Sooo, what do you think Freddie got you for your birthday?" Angelina asks, lay back on my bed. 

"The twins better not have gotten me anything. I don't want any presents," I say, pushing off the blankets and tossing them over Angie. 

"Not the twins! Fred," Alicia says, sitting on the back of the love seat in front of the fireplace. I furrow my eyebrows as I cross the room to my dresser and begin pulling clothes out for the day. 

"Why just Fred?" 

"C'mon, Mia. You are not dense," Angie says, rolling onto her stomach and propping herself up on her elbows. 

"About what, Ang?" I turn, raising my eyebrows, playing dumb because I know exactly where they are going with this. 

"Freddie liiiikes you!" She responds in a sing-song voice, causing me to roll my eyes and throw a sweatshirt at her from across the room. 

"Please!" I groan. 

"Why are you upset? Fred's cute," Alicia says. Angelina and I raise our eyebrows at our friend, who is very openly lesbian. "That's not a personal opinion! It's just a fact. Fred and George could have any girl in this school they wanted and yet, dear Freddie has been single for more than a year. He likes you, Mia. It's plain as day." 

"I look like I could be his sister. Remember first year when half the school thought we were triplets?" I say, pulling a sweater over my head. The Weasley family all have bright and fiery red hair while my hair is a darker red, a weird mix of the dark brown of my father's hair and the bright red my mother had. Never stopped people from asking if we were related though. "I don't like Fred like that." 

"You're dumb for that, Phe. Sorry," Angie laughs. 

"You date him then if you think he's so great!" I laugh. 

"No thanks. I've got dibs on George though," she responds, winking at me. Alicia and I exchange a shocked look before we burst out into laughter. 

"You know, Ang, I think that will work out very well for you," I tease. Angelina bolts up to her knees, still on my bed. 

"What do you know?" 

"A secret!" I wink and duck as Ang throws a pillow at me.

"The three of you and your secrets, I swear!" 

"Okay so who do you like? There's gotta be somebody," Alicia pries, and I sigh. 

"There's no one. When would I find the time?" 

Angelina gasps, jumping up from the bed and rushing over to me, grabbing me by the shoulder. "Don't tell me it's Riddle!" 

"ANG!" I groan, pulling out of her grip, moving into the ensuite bathroom but leaving the door open. 

"Oh my god, imagine?" Alicia starts cackling on the couch, falling off the back and landing on the cushions on the other side, her feet dangling over the back of the love seat.

"It's like Romeo and Juliette! By that muggle writer you like so much!" 

"Romeo and Juliet both die in the end," I call from the bathroom. "I don't really think they are meant to role models." 

"Still, he's so hot. And experienced. From what I hear he's amazing in be-" 

"Ah! No! Please stop, it's already hard enough to do rounds with him without thinking about his bedroom habits!" I interrupt Angelina, waving my hands begging her to stop. "Let's go get breakfast and you can continue your tirade of embarrassment once I have coffee in my system, deal?" 

My day is spent being dragged around by my friends. They take me to Hogsmeade, singing happy birthday again when Rosemerta brings me a cupcake with a small candle stuck in the top and telling every shopkeeper it's my birthday. I think I spend most of the day blushing and trying to hide.  When we finally make it back to the castle, I head into my room to put away some stuff I bought in Hogsmeade. 

Just as I'm about to leave to rejoin my friends, something catches my eye on my mantle. It's a yellowing piece of parchment paper folded into a square  with my name on it written in handwriting I don't recognize. I reach for it and turn it over revealing a dark red wax seal. I study the crest pressed into the dark red wax, feeling like I recognize it but not being able to-- My knees fold below me and I sink to the floor at the realization. I did research on our family history my first year at Hogwarts and this crest was everywhere I looked. The Potter Family crest. 

My hands shake as I tear open the letter.

22 October 1981

My darling Mia,

Happy 18th birthday, my beautiful, wonderful daughter. If you're reading this letter, then I am very glad I decided to write this. While I hope your mother and I come out of this war relatively unscathed, I feel it would be irresponsible if I did not put some things in writing for a worst case scenario. So, I have enchanted this letter to appear to you on your birthday on the off chance I am not there to give you a present in person.

As I'm sure you know, my father inherited a fortune, which through his career he grew significantly, and a manor house. A house in which he and my mother raised me, and I spent my life in. My parents, never failing in their generosity, made our home a haven for others, and a place of warmth and joy, not only for our family by blood, but our family through choice as well.  It has a proper name I never could be bothered to remember but everyone just called it the Potter Manor anyway. If you are reading this it means I am gone and the house is now yours. You'll find directions to it in this letter as it was hidden by enchantments before we left to go into hiding. What you do with the house and the money, I leave entirely to you and your brother's choosing. I know first hand how quickly the world changes and I believe the age of manor houses and ballrooms, and lavish parties of my parents' life is not in keeping with the world you shall be a young woman.

I also want you to know how loved you are. We may not have expected you but we have never regretted your existence. You and your brother have been the shining star that has guided your mother and me through the dark years that have followed us since leaving Hogwarts. I know you will do incredible things in your life, my darling. Watching you grow these last few years has been the most wonderful experience of my life and being your father is the greatest privilege. Your mother and I love you and Harry more than anything in this world. 

I know if you are reading these words, then the worst has happened and I am very sorry I never got to watch you grow into the beautiful young woman I know you will be. Luckily, you have been surrounded by loving friends and family since your birth and I know you and your brother will be well taken care of by your godfathers. Remus and Sirius are my brothers, as well as Peter, and they are some of the only people your mother and I would entrust our children to. Do me a favor? Tell them I love them for me. 

Now, I hear your mother calling me for dinner and I must go have a wonderful meal cooked by the woman of my dreams, joined by the two most beautiful and wonderful children to ever exist. What a lucky man I am. 

With all my love, 

Dad

I can't help as tears fall down my face as I read my fathers words, words he hoped would never reach me, words he might have shown me himself, to which we would laugh at our good fortune and celebrate the 18 years we spent together as a family. I blink back tears and read through the letter again, soaking up the only piece of my father I have. 

As I reread his mention of godfathers, a tightness grows in my chest. Sirius, I know, is Harry's godfather but Remus? I sit there, my knees pulled to my chest, for a moment before the realization hits me. 

The letter in my hand, I run out of my room and into the halls, furiously walking to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, red clouding my vision as the truth of my life comes more clearly into focus. As I enter the darkened classroom, I see light spilling out from the office door at the back. I throw the door open to see Remus Lupin standing at a record player in the back, music playing softly from the speakers. 

"Mia! Are you alright?" He asks, his eyes scanning my face with concern. 

"Are you my godfather?" I blurt out, unable to control the anger coursing through my veins. Lupin pails and he nearly drops the record in his hands. 

"W-Where did you hear that?" He asks, setting the record down and walking around his desk to face me. I hold out the letter, slightly crumpled from my rush through the halls. Lupin's hands shake as he takes the paper, his face growing somber as he reads the words my father wrote days before his death. The office is silent for a long moment, the only sound is the record player in the corner spinning still even after the music has come to an end. After a long moment, I break the silence again. 

"So? Is it true?" Lupin looks up at me, tears shining unshed in his eyes, and nods slowly. 

"Yes..." I close my eyes, willing myself not to cry as he hands me back the letter. I wait for him to continue but he doesn't. So I do. 

"What, no excuses? No explanation as the where the fuck you've been the last fifteen years? Sirius Black being Harry's godfather is bad enough but you? You seem quite capable. I mean you're alive, seemingly sane and decent and yet I had no idea you existed until 5 months ago. Clearly my father was under the impression you'd have been a good guardian to his children and yet, what? You said no? Disappeared until I was old enough not to be a burden on you? Ran away and left the children of a man who called you brother to the care of their muggle aunt and uncle who made their lives a living hell? I assume you knew the state of my mother's relationship with her sister since you were good enough friends to be her child's godfather!" I rant, barely recognizing my own voice as it's clouded through grief and tears and barely contained anger. 

"Mia-" He takes a step towards me, his hand outstretched and shaking but I step back, shaking my head as tears flow freely down my cheeks now. 

"How could you have left us there? Without even as much as a letter? A visit? Not even a single sign that we were not entirely alone in the world? Do you have any idea what they were like? Any idea what we lived with for 15 years? How they lied to us about who we were ,who our parents were and how they died, how they locked us in the cupboard under the stairs when we used magic before we even knew magic was real!" I'm yelling now, rage over taking any sense of decency or respect for the man standing in front of me, looking guiltier than a man on trial for murder. All the rage I've stuffed down over the years about the circumstances of my life bubbles up as I realize what Harry and I could have been spared. I rage and I rage and I don't care if it wounds this man. "You know, all this time I've been wrong about you. All year, I've thought that you were good and kind, that you were giving Harry and I lessons out of empathy when really all along it's just been guilt! You claim to have cared about our parents and yet you abandoned the children they sacrificed their lives for... You... You're just as much of a coward as Sirius Black." I say before turning on my heel to leave. 

"Mia! I-I tried. I promise you, I tried to take you but... I was told I wasn't fit," Lupin says, his voice breaks on the last word. I close my eyes, for a moment, frozen in my tracks as I stand under the doorframe. 

"Then you didn't try hard enough," I say quietly before slamming the door behind me and running out of the classroom. 

A/N: I’m sorry Remus, I love you I promise. Also i’m sorry it’s another all Mia chapter but Mattheo’s is next, i promise.