#wampus hair

[ldrfanatic]

this happens once every few lifetimes

mattheo riddle x reader

synopsis - reader transfers to hogwarts from ilvermorny. she and mattheo fall in love with each other at first sight.

warnings - none, i think?

listened to while writing - the alchemy by taylor swift

i have a clara bow theo one in the works right now that i'm excited to drop at some point. ngl this gif of benjamin in deadly class inspired this idea A LOT.

part two?

slytherin boys works

you waited with baited breath outside of the great hall.

any moment now the doors would swing open and albus dumbledore, who you knew only through legend, would announce your transfer to hogwarts.

it was terrifying honestly. leaving ilvermorny was indescribably difficult. but when your father got a job opportunity at the british ministry of magic, it was decided. already you were feeling overwhelmed. you'd done your research but hogwarts was much larger than ilvermorny. it was much older as well, and thus had gained a reputation over a thousand years of producing some of the greatest witches and wizards the world has ever seen.

the large magnificent doors opened and every pair of eyes was on you.

you walked forward with sweaty palms, subtly attempting to dry them on your plain, black hogwarts robes. another change. the wardrobe was much more strict here than back in america. and where every student at ilvermorny wore the same blue and gold, students at hogwarts wore colors representative of their house.

finally, you reached the end of the walkway and stood face to face with a dusty and rather ancient looking hat. to your light surprise, it spoke. a woman whom you'd met briefly beforehand, professor mcgonnagall, picked up the hat gently and motioned for you to sit on the stool.

it was time to be sorted into one of hogwarts four houses. you'd been in wampus, the house of the warrior, at ilvermorny, and despite hours of research, you couldn't distinguish what the hogwarts equivalent would be. all four houses seemed to be good choices but there was one in particular that stood out to you.

no shorter or longer than exactly fifteen seconds after the sorting hat touched your head, a declaration was made.

"slytherin!"

an older student in green robes gestured you over to the table on the far right. not wanting to sit at the very front and continue to be gawked at, you briskly walked a little further down and took a seat at the middle of the table.

once you'd taken your seat, dumbledore began to explain that hogwarts would be hosting the triwizard tournament this year. after a flashy introduction from beauxbatons and durmstrang, you effectively decided that you were not the most interesting shiny new toy at hogwarts this year and silently thanked the universe for this turn of events.

at last, it was announced that you could eat and the tables filled with food. all around you students' plates began magically creating complex dishes. there were even some dinners that held food that you were sure you couldn't see anywhere on the table.

frustrated, you stared down at your empty plate. it was a long journey to hogwarts. you were hungry and quite frankly tired of things being so different. if one more complicated situation made its appearance at this school, you were undoubtedly going to lose it.

"just think about a food you really want to eat. it can be anything."

a boy next to you with brown hair and bright blue eyes leaned over. a thick italian accent levied on his deep voice.

you closed your eyes and thought about a delicious juicy cheeseburger with golden-crisp french fries. sure enough, when you opened your eyes, your plate had filled with food.

absolutely giddy with glee, you turned to thank the mystery man.

"no problem. i'm theodore nott. this is draco malfoy next to me."

the platinum blonde boy didn't even look up to acknowledge your existence. theodore, seemingly sensing your mild displeasure, spoke up.

"don't mind him. welcome to slytherin house. riddle, say hello to our newest recruit."

the dark haired boy directly across from you who you assumed was 'riddle' did in fact look over from his conversation with a boy with a chestnut colored complexion. yet, when your eyes found his, he didn't say hello.

he didn't say anything actually. he just sort of stared. as you held eye contact, it was like lightning running through your veins and sizzling at your fingertips.

for a moment, you wondered if he'd ever seen a person before.

then, as if he'd snapped out of a daze, a gentle smile played at his lips. dark curls fell over his brown eyes that seemed to sparkle the longer you looked at them.

his large hand crept over the table until it was outstretched towards you with a kind smile.

"mattheo."

you shook his hand with a shy smile. mattheo was currently looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered. in fact, your little interaction had gone on so long that theodore and the boy mattheo had been speaking with had both strucken up conversation with other students at the table.

"y/n."

mattheo eyed your appearance. his gaze flickered across your face, then to your hair, and all over the parts of your body he could see.

"sorry if this is a little awkward, but i can't remember the last time i was this captivated by someone." mattheo finally released your hand and you had to stop yourself from begging him not to.

"welcome to slytherin house. you're in the snake's nest now, beautiful."

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7.8.2024

[wisteria-lodge]

What do you think JKR did best in Harry Potter, and what do you think she did worst?

I'll just do the first five good and first five bad that pop into my head.

GOOD

JKR writes about grief and fear extremely well. It's complex, nuanced, visceral, messy. When I pull out really good passages of her writing, that's almost always what they're about.

She has a good eye for friend group dynamics. Harry, Ron and Hermione work. The way they crack and splinter, the way that two of them will gang up on the third and then work it out, that's really well observed. Their banter works. Their arguments work.

She has an incredible knack for side characters. There are SO MANY of them, and most spend very little time on screen. But the details we get are memorable, interesting and well-chosen - not only do you remember who all these people are, it's perfectly reasonable that your favorite character is like, Tonks - even though we barely see her.

JKR never wastes a transition. These books have a *lot* of scene transitions, and they are used to drop characterization, clues, worldbuilding, or build suspense. You never get "Harry was late to class." You get "Harry was late to class because Peeves had vanished two-thirds of the stairs up to the astronomy tower." It's a good trick for making a world feel alive, and make a mystery feel satisfying. Also, JKR ends *chapters* really well.

She's good at naming things. Good place names, product names, character names. They're memorable, whimsical, build a really strong brand identity and no wonder themed entertainment based off this series does so well. It's hard to invent a word that means something to your audience, but she's good at it. Dementor, apparate, muggle, Slytherin, Gryffindor. There's a ton of specialized vocab in this universe, and that's how she gets away with it.

BAD

... she's good at naming so long as the thing she's naming exists in Western Europe. The second it doesn't, we run into problems *real* quick. No-Maj? Cho Chang? Ilvermorny and the four houses Wampus, Pukwudgie, Horned Serpent and Thunderbird?

JKR can't write romance. It's strange, because her grasp of family and group dynamics is so good, but she just can't write a romantic couple being romantic. She can write pining, she can write longing, she can write cringingly awkward couple, arguably she can even write exes - but she will bend over backwards so the two halves of a romantic couple never actually have to be in the same scene, interacting with each other. In HP this mostly shows up in the way the Harry/Ginny stuff (and the Ron/Hermione stuff...) falls flat, and Remus/Tonks comes out of absolutely nowhere. But the Cormoran Strike books and the Fantastic Beasts movies clearly *want* to be romances, and she just can't do it.

Being uber-femme/girly in the Harry Potter books is consistently a very negative trait. Pink, bows, ruffles, painted nails, styled hair, being interested in fashion, being interested in boys (versus boys being interested in you...) It hovers somewhere around being pathetic and being villainous. If you're girly, you can redeem yourself by becoming a mother (like Fleur) or you can reject girliness (like Hermione - who can look all pretty and femme for the Yule Ball, but "that's far too much bother to do everyday.")

There is often a disconnect between a character's actions and the way the way that character is framed by the text. Like, JKR obviously has a very clear idea in her head of who Severus Snape or Draco Malfoy or Molly Weasley is... and that idea does not 100% make it onto the page. Most characters are hit with this to some degree. Someone like Ron is the exception: I do think that the version of him on the page and the version of him in JKR's head are exactly the same.

There is a very *young* sort of moral simplicity in these books... kind of. The Ministry of Magic gets more nuanced and grey as the story goes on, Dumbledore and his plan gets more nuanced and grey... JKR clearly wants to make the thematic underpinnings of her story more complex and adult... but the Slytherins are all just the bad guys. That's not a stereotype, that's not 12 year old Harry with a simplified worldview, they're all just like that. They all run away from the final battle (and/or want to turn Harry over to Voldemort.) She goes out of her way to make Snape an honorary Gryffindor, when it would have been easier and better to just... say that this is a guy who used slytherin traits in a positive way? There is something very deep in her that just wants an infallible force to pick out the Good People, and then put the Good People in charge. that's literally the plot of fantastic beasts 3.

[boyneptunee]

4k, tomarry, time travel with a dash of fluff

(or) Harry follows Sirius through the Veil and somehow ends up in the past. Tom just wants the pretty songbird to land on his hand and sing.

Sirius Black fell through the veil.

There was a defeating silence, a calm, then: a raw scream tore through the air of the Department of Mysteries.

Sirius Black was gone.

Sirius Black was dead.

And so Harry Potter had lost the only family he had left, the only hope for love, for a better life and new beginnings and sweet Merlin, he wanted to be dead too.

Harry fought to get out of the arms holding him back, barely noticing who it was in the struggle to get himself moving, to not be stagnant in this too. He brought his elbow back to strike a face and suddenly he was free again.

And he ran.

There was anger and there was sorrow and pain and so many, so many mixed feelings tearing through his head a mile a minute, spreading it's spiderlike fingers and clinging to the cracks of his very being. He felt like he was being consumed from the inside out and the only thing he could do was put one foot in front of the other.

And so he ran.

He ran through the polished black marble floor, past people fighting left and right, dodging spells as he went, then up the couple of steps that separated the Archway from the rest of the World.

He barely heard his name being called, a desperate plea to wait, to come back. People were running desperatly after him, lights of different colours coming from multiple directions, trying to bring him back to safe ground.

But it was too late.

Harry Potter slipped through the Veils of the Archway of Death without making a single sound and disappeared into it's depths.

Tom Marvolo Riddle liked to collect things. Hoard knowledge. Discover new realms and hidden places. Branches of magic long forgotten. Dark tomes and jewelry, magical stones and trinkets from all over. He liked to learn all he could, keep all that he desired, like a hungry dragon protecting its precious treasure.

So it came to no surprise that he liked to collect people too.

The songbird was not the first, of course. that would have been Abraxas Malfoy. If venous snakes didn't count as people, anyway. The boy had been excited when they first crossed paths on the train compartment, both acting too grand but too unsure of how to talk to other boys his age. He had been interesting, with his pale hair and clear eyes, and new, and above all: he thought Tom was interesting too.

So, Abraxas had been the first.

It didn't stop there, clearly.

Naturally, with a curiosity to rival a wampus cat and the means to get whatever he wanted no matter the cost, Tom liked to travel.

After applying for the Defense post at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry fresh out of school and getting shot down faster than he could blink; he had considered his options.

Then, without thinking too much of it in a rare display of reckless fueled by rage, he had marched through Gringotts Bank in his best robes, eyes blazing and had claimed the Slytherin Lordship right then and there.

He had been the first in a century to do so, and it had caused a right stir within the British Magical Community.

Many argued it had to be a farse; after all, if such a Lordship existed why hadn't someone else claimed it before? Many turned their noses at the mention of the Gaunts, the inbreed House that lived in poverty, with fates worse than a squibs and no recorded student in a magical school in at least three generations. Surely if the Lordship was available to them they could have claimed it and saved their family from all the misfortunes.

No one outside the Family knew, of course, that the Slytherin Lordship came with clauses. Each and every one had to be met to even be considered for the Heirship, much less the tittle of Lord of the House.

And Tom, in all his rightful fury at being turned down in the only place he had considered a home for seven years, met each and every last one of them.

Tom had killed the girl on accident.

He knew this. The basilisk knew this. But the girl, and the rest of the school didn't.

And he would keep it that way, least they frame him for murder and strap chains around his neck and snap his wand. He would not be caged again, like he had been when he was but a boy.

At the threat of the school closing down, he had directed the magestic serpent back to Salazar's Chamber. He refused to go back to London, to the Orphanage. Back to war.

He promised to come back for her, once he had a place big enough to hold her body and mask her magic.

And he did, years and years later, when he had the Slytherin Lordship at his fingertips and the old Manor at his call.

He set her loose on the forest around the property, big enough and warded enough for her to live a comfortable life. The old serpent couldn't remember ever feeling the sun on her scales, the warmth on her soul. It was the happiest she'd been on centuries.

She passed on, not a year after being set free, of old age. It seemed to Tom she was waiting for this.

He had traveled here and there, with no destination in mind for a couple of months after claiming his Lordship.

He had seen creatures he had only read about in books. He learned that some cultures had proper and complete languages for spell casting. Found out some didn't use wands at all.

He visited some parts of Asia, of course. Curious about the rumors of the serpent tongue having originated from there. It was not entirely true, after all. There were other ways to communicate with snakes, different but entirely as efficient as parseltongue.

He learned from musicians on the streets of magical alleys, tucked between merchants, who hypnotized snakes to their will at the hand of an instrument. He asked after venoms and cures and uses for potion ingredients only found in snakes. Found enchantresses and dancers who manipulated magic in ways he had never thought possible.

And when he bored of wandering and felt his curiosity sated for the moment, he went home to put it all away in his hoard.

 

A couple months later, Lord Malfoy set Abraxas on a trip, with strict orders to get new silk traders or not come back at all.

House Malfoy had always been cloth merchants, since an age as far back as before the Round Table. They had grown and changed as times came past, moved with the magical world to more densely populated areas, where Magic was more dense and not as easily dispersed by nature, and even if many of its children persued more political roles in their communities, their base business always stayed the same, as a nod to their ancestors.

Tom, curious about countries not yet visited and Orion Black, sent by his father and Lord in the hopes that his son and Heir could learn a thing or two about adulting from his friends, came with.

It started, as things are wont to do, with a letter.

A letter that stated that the merchant who Abraxas was supposed to meet the day after they arrived, at first light of Dawn before the markets opened, was off to India, trying to sabotage his biggest competitor to date.

The letter, of course, didn't state things in quite as many words, but Abraxas would renounce his name before being unable to read between lines.

And so, they were stranded in Romania until their wayward seller decided to come back. That, or risk Lord Malfoy feeding Abraxas to the winged horses of the Manor. Or worse yet, betroth him to House Lestrange, like he'd been threatening to do for a while yet, regardless of all the happenings within the House, with murders and back stabbings and the Head of House changing at a drop of a hat without a clear view of who would come out on top in the end.

Neadless to say, Heir Malfoy was stranded, his feet rooted to the city without a way out.

Tom didn't think of it that way, anyway. His sights were set on the older parts of the magical side of the city, with it's rich history and full markets and grand castles nestled between bast forests. Yes, Tom didn't think of the merchant and his friend's predicament at all.

"Well." Orion said, cautiously looking from one friend to another, the three of them standing outside a quaint old house, where the merchant's husband had handed them the letter and closed the door in their faces without as much as a greeting. "Have you arranged for a place to stay?"

No answer from any of them, Abraxas too busy glaring at the letter and Tom too lost in the sights of the street around them, full of people and little shops and alleys and adventures to be had.

"Abraxas?"

"Sorry, what?"

"Have you made arrangements." This time Orions voice was flat, his grey eyes steel as he glared at his friend, somehow he thought he knew the answer to that.

"...for what?"

"Oh for fucks sake, where are we to stay, you dumbwit! Don't tell me you received orders to come cross continent without as much as your fathers say so and didn't prepare for the time we would be here!"

"..."

"Did you think it would only take a day? Are you half mad? Abraxas—"

"That's enough." Tom's voice cut through Orions like a knife. He looked annoyed too, but his head was already turning with possibilities. "Standing around will solve nothing. Come, let us go through the magical side and see if we can find something there."

"You just want to put your paws into new obscure tomes, Tom, don't even try." Abraxas said with a laugh, putting the letter away before looking to Orion. "I didn't think this would take a day, just so you know. I just thought the merchant would be kind enough to point us to somewhere nice enough for us to stay."

 

It wasn't, as Tom foolishly thought at first, easy to find lodging.

They went through a big archway, carved into white stone and hidden away in an alley full of muggle-repelling charms with only a sign half washed away by the fierce sun above their heads that read Calea Vrăjitorului.

The streets beyond the alley didn't change much, unlike Diagon Alley wrapped between London's heart, surrounded by newer looking buildings; the city of Sighișoara was nestled with old buildings, winding passageways and cobblestone roads. The Magical side of the alley was bursting with people coming to and fro, a big market greeted them in the distance, little tents set up on long rows on one side and the other, older shops standing tall behind them. It was much like a controlled chaos.

A large man standing off to the side leaning on a wall, dressed in browns and reds and holding the day's paper in his big hands took one look at their faces and gave a hearty laugh, beard moving with beads of gold intertwined glinting in the sun. He asked them a question in romanian, the language thick and melodic on his tongue; and at the look of confusion on their young faces laughed again before saying in heavily accentuated english:

"Not expecting the crowd, ye'?"

"The muggle side was much quieter." Tom said, eyes going over the crowd with apprehension.

"They usually too get like this, if not worse. You're just too early."

"We were looking for accomodations, actually. Would you be so kind as to point us?" The man looked at Tom like he had grown two heads and laughed fiercely again.

"Oh, by the love of— Ignore him, he's not had his morning coffee yet." A voice called behind them. His accent was not as thick, and was almost British in nature, if not for the vowels jumping now and then. He was young, possibly their age and his curly hair was braided in gold, much like the mans beard. "You've come at possiblity the worst time of the year to look for a room, just so you know. It's the festival, this weekend." As he walked closer all Tom could smell was chamomile and Magic.

"How do you know we are not here for the festivities?" Was Orion's knee jerk reaction to ask.

"I can just tell by the look on your faces." The stranger said, rolling his eyes. He had not taken his eyes off Tom. "Come, we'll have to ask The Kindly One if he has any rooms left."

 

He did not, in fact, have any rooms left, but was kind enough to point in a map of the Alley possible places where they may find accomodations good enough to suit their tastes.

"Well, good luck with that." The boy that had accompanied them said with finality, turning on his heel and disappearing on the crowd outside.

"Much help he was." Muttered Orion, glaring at the map on his hand and cursing himself for wearing the new leader shoes his mother had gifted him. They were already killing his feet.

"Well, he got us a starting point. And a map. And now Tom can fuck off wherever he wants to go and let us find somewhere to sleep." Tom whipped his head around from where he was watching the shops with greedy eyes.

"I was not about to leave you."

"You totally were." Said Abraxas.

"Definitely." Responded Orion, just to be contrary.

They did end up finding a place with three rooms available. Definitely overpriced and old and nestled in a side alley, but after walking and asking all day it was the best they could find.

The bar keep, a tall woman with greying hair and kind blue eyes had taken one look at their tired faces and told them the best place in the alley to eat was just around the corner, away from the bursting main street and sort of a hole-in-the-wall type of gig. They offered entertainment too.

"Tell the man manning the door that Old Oma sent you, he'll let you right through without paying a single coin." Her speach, much like every person's they had come across was accentuated. But her's where a different kind of accent, words more brusque and chipped, but kind none the less.

"Is it a private thing?" Abraxas couldn't help but ask.

"It is sort of a word of mouth kind of thing, yes. If you didn't know about it, you wouldn't even be able to see the bar. The man at the door is just assurance, they would let anyone who knows in, at the right price of course."

"Is it a Fidelious, then?"

"Nothing of the sort, boy. Much simpler magic. Now, off you go."

Orion looked at his feet and let out a groan.

"I think I'll just head in, my feet are killing me."

"Actually, I'm heading in too. I feel like I'm going to pass out standing up and that won't be fun for anyone." Abraxas took his key from the counter and pocketed it. He took one look at Toms face and knew it was a lost cause. "Come, Orion. Let's let wander boy fly away." They both snickered as they ascended the wooden stairs.

"Fine companions, those too" said Oma, a big grin on her wrinkled face.

"Don't you tell me." Tom sighed, resigned to exploring the alley alone but not discouraged. It wouldn't be his first time alone in a magical city, much less one where he couldn't tell left from right and up from down, even with a map in hand.

The little hole in the wall bar, was not, in fact, just around the corner. It was more like this: two lefts and one right, up a flight of stairs that led to another side alley and at the crusp of two streets. He had to ask directions thrice, the first two times the locals had looked at his like he had grown a second head, and the third a man had taken pity and took him aside from the stern looking woman he had been trying to get directions from.

"It's just off the corner, you can't miss it" he had said.

You can't miss it muttered Tom under his breath, cursing both the old woman at the small inn and the man on the street.

But, just as he was about to give up he had quite literally stumbled across the building. It was surrounded by fairy lights, vines creeping up the walls and moving in the night breeze. A string instrument could be heard from the outside, the big windows were open wide even if the stained blue glass couldn't let Tom discern how many people where inside.

A big sign stood proud above the door, The Hallow it read, in big bold golden letters half dwarfed by the leaves of a crawling ivy.

A man stood by the entrance, bored look on his face and his hands moving over what looked like a muggle puzzle made out of wood. He looked up, however, when Tom approached.

"It'll be two galleons and nine sickles." He downed, hands still on his puzzle.

"Old Oma told me it wouldn't be worth more than a penny."

He looked up and into Tom's eyes, before he shrugged as he stood aside to let him through.

Inside, much like the outside, was scarcely illuminated by floating fairy lights. Much of the wooden tables were occupied, but it didn't feel overly crowded. The ceilings of the building were tall, the multiple windows open, and the very center of the bar was barred of tables and people, a space clearly meant for performances to be had. A sole musician was sat on a low stool, strumming his guitar gently and filling the space with background music. The bar stood off to one side, imposing and big, with the same vines that hugged the walls outside intertwined with the wooden beams that supported a hanging piece where cups and glasses where held. In the back wall, an impressive amount of bottles stood stark against the dark brown woods and Tom could even discern some he had seen on his travels abroad.

He looked back to the floor plan, and decided on sitting against a window on one of the few open tables, clearly meant to house five or more people. The wooden surface of the table was rough and made to imitate natural bark, but polished and shiny non the less. Rustic, in a way. The chairs, by contrast, where upholstered, none two chairs matched another, with different cloths and textures and shapes, like they'd somehow found their home inside the little bar from different families and different countries.

The lull of conversation and the soft strumming of the guitar gave a sense of warmth unlike anything else. Tom relaxed back on his chair and was about to get one of his newer books out of his expanded coat pocket, when someone sat directly across from him. The comforting smell of chamomile hit him before he could think to look up.

It was the same boy from this morning, cheeky grin and golden beads braided in his hair. A pair of golden wire glasses sat askew on his face.

"Found the bar, did you?" Tom didn't answer and deliberately took his book out. "Oh, don't be like that" he continued with a snicker, "you won't be able to read anyways, the lights will go out in a few minutes." Up close, he noticed, his eyes were very big and very green.

"Oh?" Tom raised his eyebrows, eyes looking the boy up and down. He wore a long blue flowy coat, flowers and stags delicately embroidered in bold colours, a forest in itself, glinting even in the low light. "You work here?"

"Mhm, in a way." He answered, distracted. He looked at Tom with inquisitive eyes. He could very well be staring at his soul, from how intense his gaze was. "Your friends ditched?"

"They did, yes."

"You found accomodations, then?"

"We did. No thanks to you, by the way" The smile Tom offered was sharp and mean, about to make a pointed comment about the boy—.

"I'll order you an special. On the house, for being without company on this fine night" without waiting for an answer, the boy stood, taking the scent with him and making his way between tables with practiced ease. A waiter, perheaps? A barman? Maybe he greeted people upon entering?

He couldn't even get a page of his book open before a man dressed in black came rushing to his table, food and drink with him.

The lights did go off a couple minutes later, just like the boy had said they would. There was a shush in the crowd, and they all looked towards the center of the establishment.

The guitar was strung again, this time louder, with purpose.

A voice, off to the side begun to sing.

And then, the most spectacular thing happened: lights appeared, smaller than the fairy lights that had illuminated the room not a moment ago and began to dance. First, flat against the floor, but as the song gained speed so did the lights gain height. They swayed this way and that, before moving and condensing in one place. It took a moment for Tom to realize they were making shapes. In magic. In magic and light.

First, a knight. His sword raised in victory of a battle won; then another: dressed in long robes, young face glinting and bright, and eyes molten gold. It was a retelling of a story, sung in rhymes and shown through lights.

It was the most singular and beautiful show of magic Tom had ever seen. A testament to the whilders experience and fine control of their magic, to be able to get the smallest of details in the dance. From the knights armour, his brilliant sword breathed in dragon fire to the mages staff with a single precious stone embedded in the wood.

Then the images changed again, this time young faces greeted the crowd. A proud prince, an insolent witch. A mad king and a kind man. A lonely witch, followed by warm hands.

The song went on, a tale of two young lovers that could never be. Pride and secrets and duty to the crown. Fear and death and disloyalty followed them everywhere they went, every corner they turned. Every nook and cranny and speck of dust against them.

But, a light at the end. A dragon, a boy and a sword. A long awaited death at the hands of another; fights, and wars and magic.

Magic and love.

In the end, it was a tragic tale of two lovers.

One destined to live on, and the other destined to die.

Tom had almost forgotten someone was singing in the background, so caugh up in the tale he almost jerked when the light show came to and end.

Some witches in the crowd were crying, dabbing their faces with handkerchiefs, others were staring transfixed where the lights had disappeared. Others, like Tom, were looking beyond: for the one who had created such a show.

It was, perhaps then, not a surprise to see a familiar face sitting behind the musician. He was holding his wand in one hand, a small book in the other. He was smiling, even if his face looked sad.

"We beging strongly today, sorry folks" his voice was as melodic as it was but a moment ago: a fact that had flown over Tom's head. "There was a request from an espectator who goes back to her home country today, to start with the Tales of Merlin. However, onto happier songs!" He stood and twirled in place, before bowing to the crowd "I'm Procyon and this fiend here behind the guitar is Mirz. We'll be yours tonight!" His smile was full of teeth and full of mischief and Tom was entranced.

He never wanted the night to end, if it meant he could watch this pretty songbird create stories out of magic and song.

 

The songs that followed were not as sad, not as profound as the first one. They were however, as one, an espectacle to witness.

In the end, when most of the patreons had already left and Tom had mostly finished his food, Procyon approached his table again.

"Liked it?" he said, wolfish grin not leaving his face. He tilted his head in an infurating way that made his curls bounce and the golden beads in his hair shine.

"I suppose it was adequate" Tom returned, smirk firmly in place.

"Ade— what!?" He almost screached, voice still rough from singing late into the night.

"Satisfactory, competent, decent—"

"I know what it means!" he whisper-shouted, trying and failing not to attract the attention of the people remaining. Laughable, considering their eyes followed him from the very moment the lights came back on. He turned, and without looking back at Tom walked right back to the bar, muttering to himself as he went "I'll fucking show you, 'adequate', the fuck does he mean adequate."

He supposed he would have to come back, after all, if this was the reaction he got out of the singer with a single comment.

He had, perhaps, enjoyed himself too much. Drunk on magic and wine and song and the pretty eyes of a man possessed.

Of course, his night didn't end there.

He lost himself on the way back, map firmly in the back of his mind as he tried to make sense of the winding little streets and side alleys in the dim light of the moon. There were much fewer people now, and Tom was feeling too full of magic and satisfaction and full of himself to ask for help.

In the end, it took nearly half an hour to realize he was walking himself in circles in the darkness, and another to find the little stairs he had taken up the side street.

By the time he made it safely to his bed, he was dead on his feet both from the portkey they had taken to Romania and the long day of walking up and down small hills. However, no matter how much he twisted and turned on the dark sheets his mind wouldn't shut off, and kept going back to sights of green and gold.

Sleep was a long time coming.

After an unproductive day following Abraxas around, looking at silks and cloths and embroidered tapestries Tom went back to the bar. It was easier to find this time, even in the moonless night.

He went back the next night.

And the next.

He kept dreaming of songbirds and tanned hands and green forests.

(OR, because yes, there is indeed more) run to show that love is worth running to on AO3, 27k, completed, so much fluff, magic in an ancient city, festivals and murder

[sheawritesstuff]

Redacted Pet Headcanons

[In no particular order]

Aggro is a black persian cat with yellow-golden eyes

Wampus is a short-haired white cat with orange tabby spots

Ivan had a green and gray conure growing up

Asher won a goldfish at a fair once and killed it by trying to feed it bacon bits

Marie spoils Aggro like she would a human grandchild

Sam had an old cattle dog he had to leave behind in Mont Blanc

Anton has a soft spot for senior animals and has adopted several throughout his life

David grew up with a basset hound but it died not long after Gabe did

Ollie's parents have a crusty-eyed white dog

Aaron has always wanted a rottweiler but has never had the time to actually take care of one

Elliot has a bearded dragon

Caelum once made a list of reasons Gavin and Freelancer should adopt a puppy because he wanted a reason to come visit them more

Camelopardalis loves snakes but doesn't like feeding them mice, so he's never had one of his own

Sam grew up raising chickens and always named them so he could refer to them all respectfully

Vincent has never had a pet but he spent a decent chunk of his childhood and adolescence visiting and volunteering at animal shelters

Geordi had a terrarium of insects that were very well taken care of

Lasko got a puppy for his birthday once but his mom got mad at him and took it to the pound a few weeks later

Huxeley's moms feed the deer in their yard every day and some of them still recognize Hux when he comes to visit

Damien had a hampster in middle school - he refuses to give details on what happened to it

Guy's family has what can only be described as an army of golden retrievers

Marcus had a gecko that would just lay on his shoulder while he went about his day

[fandomwriterstuff]

The Alchemy

James Potter x Fem!Reader

Words: ~3.1k

Heavily inspired by The Alchemy by Taylor Swift

AN: I made up a bunch of stuff about Ilvermony because I don't know anything about it. I also wanted this to be longer but was struggling.

You were a transfer student, an American who was studying magic at Ilvermony School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You were the pride of Thunderbird house, the well-loved heart and soul of your Quidditch team with a curious and adventurous heart. 

When your mother and father told you they’d been called from their jobs at the Magical Congress to liaise with the Ministry of Magic for an indefinite stretch of time, forcing you to live in Europe, you were disheartened. You worked so hard to achieve your status as captain of the Thunderbird team, and last year you’d finally beaten Wampus after a looong winning streak. 

Of course, it wasn’t always easy. No-Maj’s and wizards alike were being recruited into the military, inflation was at an all-time high, and there was somehow only one wizarding school in America, which meant the admissions process was rigorous. You were one of the lucky ones with good grades and magical talent strong enough to get you an invitation. 

Your one saving grace was that you were entering sixth year at Hogwarts at the beginning of the year, and not the middle. So at least you weren’t the only one being sorted into a house. Unluckily for you, the only other students being sorted were first years.

Therefore, you stood in a crowd of sweaty eleven-year-olds two heads shorter than you, sticking out like a sore thumb. Nonetheless, you stood tall and waited for your name to be called. Their sorting process was different from yours, but no less magical. When you were called up to sit on a stool in front of the entire school, and the sorting hat was placed on your head, you were surprised to hear him speak inside your head. 

“Oh, an American. How exotic. A clever one, and proud. But so full of heart. You’ll be a challenge to sort, so very well-rounded.”

And then out loud, he spoke in that creaky old voice: “More than anything else, you’re a team player. Better be… GRYFFINDOR!” You glided over to the long table all robed in red and gold. Chin up, your eyes roved over the table looking for an empty space to sit. You were lucky to see a redhead smile at you and nod her head to the empty seat between her and a girl with curly dark hair. 

You gave a relieved smile and made your way to the group near the center of the table. 

“Hello,” the redhead gave you a crooked smile. “Must be awful being new to school and stuck with all the first years. I’m Lily. These are Mary, Marlene, and Dorcas, my best mates,” she gestured to the three girls seated nearest to her. “Come on, sit and I’ll introduce you to the rest.”

“You’re a shy thing, aren’t you,” Mary smiled from right beside you and you let out a laugh and gave them your name before responding. 

“Shy? Not a chance. Wary of being the only brand new sixth year at this school? Definitely.”

There was a moment of silence as the girls (and the four boys sitting across from you all) took in your accented English. 

“No need to be wary, you’re in good hands,” you turned from Mary’s lighthearted gaze to lock eyes with the handsome boy in front of you. He had dark curly hair and a pair of glasses set slightly askew on a strong nose. 

“I don’t know, pretty boy,” you raised an eyebrow at him. “You look like mischief.” There was a blonde, shorter than the other boys, watching the two of you like a tennis match. 

“You look like you’d enjoy a bit of mischief,” the curly-haired boy spoke again, and you gave him a smile. 

“You’d like to know, wouldn’t you?”

“Alright, ladies and gents, that’s enough of that,” the long-haired boy next to him was fanning himself with his hand. “Now, James, if you’d introduce us to our new friend, that would be lovely.”

“Right. On the end is Remus, he’s very handsome and tall but don’t let that fool you. He’s very smart and he’s mean to me.”

Remus pinched his nose in his long fingers and shook his head. 

“I am not mean to you. I’m just the only one with a sense of responsibility around here-”

James pointed to the long-haired boy next. “This is Sirius, he’s the man with a plan. It’s why his hair’s so long and luscious, it’s full of ideas.”

Sirius choked a laugh out of his nose as he took a sip of his water.

“This is Peter, unassuming but mighty.”

“Hey-” Peter looked amused but put off by the group’s bursts of giggles at his description. 

“And I’m James,” he was smiling directly at you then, and you couldn’t help the warmth in your cheeks. 

“And who are you, James?” You asked, the silence around you alerting you that the group was hanging on your every word.

“You’d like to know, wouldn’t you?”

This happens once every few lifetimes

These chemicals hit me like white wine

“Do they play Quidditch at Ilvermony?” Lily asked you one Sunday night as you sat in the Gryffindor common room. You were studying with her and Remus. Somehow after the first week of school you were already bogged down with work.

“Do they- of course! It’s only my favorite thing other than pizza.” You gushed, assignment forgotten. 

“So you play?” Remus had a look in his eyes, something you were beginning to recognize as gears turning and a new idea forming.

“I do. I was the Thunderbird captain, a seeker, and helped bring our team to win in the finals against Wampus who held the title for sixty years.”

“Were you looking to play here?” Remus wondered aloud, and Lily was staying mysteriously quiet during your interaction. 

“I… Well I want to. But it’s all an adjustment. New school, new friends, getting lined up with classes and transferring my old work. It would be hard.”

“Just because it’s hard doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do it. If it makes you happy, you could always talk to James, he’s Gryffindor’s captain. And,” Remus was smiling mischievously and you just knew he was plotting. “We’re in need of a seeker.”

“James has been holding tryouts every day since the school year started and hasn’t found anyone up to his caliber yet,” Lily added. “Plus, you know you want to get to know him better.” 

You inhaled deeply, going over your options. On the one hand, you were already bogged down with work and didn’t need an additional commitment. On the other hand, you loved quidditch and it brought you so much joy. On another third hand, Lily was right. You wanted to see more of James. Aside from classes he was elusive, and you’d finally found out why. So maybe if you made the team you’d be able to get to know him better. 

That’s how you ended up out in the rain the next day after class in what was somehow both an unfamiliar uniform… but also a uniform that made you feel like you were at home again. 

The team was running drills while James tested out the seekers, of which you were in a group of six. Sirius explained it all to you. James would test all the prospective members on speed in a group setting; speed was the most basic of a seeker’s skills. Next, he would whittle it down to a smaller group (you and three others at that point) to test hand-eye coordination and agility. Could you catch a snitch? Could you dodge a bludger? 

Then there were two of you. You and a boy whose name you didn’t care about. You were in your element and there was no way you were letting this opportunity go. 

“Now, I want to see the two of you at your best. You’re going to have one last challenge today, I’ll discuss with the team, and we’ll let you know tomorrow whether either of you make it.”

“Whether or not we make the team?” The boy next to you balked. “You’re in desperate need of a seeker. The season is starting soon. You’ve got to pick one of us… right?”

James raised an eyebrow at him, and stared him down. It was pretty hot, if you were being honest with yourself. 

“If you’ve got what it takes, we’ll keep you on. But this team is a family built on mutual trust and understanding. If you haven’t got the right attitude, you won’t last a day here.” He looked at you, his seriousness not fading. “That goes for both of you.”

You nodded, taking his words to heart. You wanted that feeling of a family again, you were never close with your parents. They were always working, and their work was more important than you in a lot of ways. Quidditch was everything to you because it introduced you to many of your close friends. You felt loved and important. You weren’t about to give that up. 

“Now, for your challenge.” He grinned, that lovable goofy look lighting up his face. “Sirius is going to release the snitch on my signal. All you have to do is catch it.”

The boy next to you frowned. 

“We already practiced catching the snitch, why are we doing it again?”

James, in response, put two fingers to his lips and let out a long whistle, you followed his gaze to the skies where high above you could see a long flowing red and gold cape topped with a head of shiny black hair. Sirius. 

As you watched, he pulled a shiny golden ball out of his cloak and released it. 

“Go.”

You went off like a bullet. Your broom was an extension of your body and as you sped high into the sky, eyes searching for that golden glint, you could barely hear the squawking of the boy behind you as he failed to catch up. 

“Beaters, at the ready!” James shouted, and you suddenly realized this was going to be a little more difficult than just beating your competitor. The team that was once running drills was now lined up with bats in hand, and one of them was on the ground with a box with what you assumed to be a bludger. 

“Release!” 

“Fuck,” you muttered as not one but two bludgers were released. 

You wove and dove out of the way of the bludgers, eyes searching until you saw it. A tiny golden flicker off to your left. But once you spotted it and zoomed off, your competitor noticed and followed you. 

It must have been a charmed snitch, because it was only a few minutes of flitting about before it took a dive directly towards the ground.

So, what did you do? You dove. 

You shot towards the ground faster than you would have had you been falling, your tight grip on your broom the only thing keeping you from flattening against the ground as you pulled up at the last minute and grasped the snitch in your gloved hand. However, the sudden slowdown and one-handed grip didn’t help you when Mister Second Best and his broom collided with you, sending you tumbling a couple feet to the ground. 

You skidded across the dirt before rolling to a stop, your iron grip on the snitch not loosening. 

“Dude! Pay more attention!” Were the first words out of your mouth once you had it in you to stand up. You were lucky that quidditch uniforms included some padding. “You could have killed me if you’d knocked into me any higher!” 

“So sorry, princess. Maybe you should have had two hands on the broom!” He shot back at you, and you didn’t notice James coming up behind you as your anger flared. 

“I only had one hand on the broom because I caught the snitch you absolute oaf!” You thrust out your muddy arm, two fingers pinching the winged ball between them. That shut him up, his lips snapping together with a wet sound. 

“Wonderful job, both of you,” You nearly jumped out of your skin at James’ voice, but calmed yourself as you turned to him. He had a good poker face but if you were correct he looked a little impressed. “Go get cleaned up, I’ll get back to you tomorrow.” 

You nodded with a smile and grabbed your broom, swung a very sore leg over it, and flew back towards the changing rooms. 

“So, how did it go?” Lily and Mary were waiting for you in the Gryffindor common room, and you lit up with a smile. 

“I think it went really, really well.” You sat down on a couch and winced, your bruised back protesting at the movement. “There was a collision at the end and I got knocked off my broom but I think other than that it went really well.”

“That’s an understatement,” you turned your head to see Sirius walking in, hair freshly washed and tied into a low knot. “She wiped the floor with McLaggen, it was a sight!” You pursed your lips, trying not to show how pleased you were with his assessment. You were hoping James felt the same. 

You didn’t see the curly-headed boy until he was seated in front of you at breakfast the next day, Sirius and Remus to his right and Peter to his left. You weren’t sure what to make of him, the obvious chemistry between you was alluring but he also held your fate in his hands in regards to the quidditch team. 

“So,” he started after taking a bite of toast. “The team has decided to take you on as our Seeker with McLaggen as a back up.”

You froze, and the girls were silent beside you as you processed for a split second before bursting into a joyous grin.

“That’s awesome!” You exclaimed and suddenly the group was alight with whooping and congratulations. “I can’t wait.” You said, quieter, and tucked into your breakfast. 

So when I touch down

Call the amateurs and

Cut 'em from the team

Ditch the clowns, get the crown

Baby I'm the one to beat

Cause the sign on your heart

Said it's still reserved for me

Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

It was a few days later, days of rigorous practice behind you as you approached the weekend. You were somehow navigating quidditch and schoolwork, but you needed a break. 

“Hey,” you heard your name called and turned in the busy hallway to see a flushed James walking towards you. 

“What can I do for you, pretty boy?” You loved to see that bashful look on his face. God, he was precious. 

“I was wondering if you wanted to take a break with me?” He started, a crooked smile on his face. “It’s not a Hogsmeade weekend, but we could go for a walk by the Black Lake.”

“That sounds really nice,” you smiled. “When?”

“Well, if you wanted to sneak into the kitchens with me and grab a few pastries… We could go right now?”

“That sounds like mischief to me, I’m in,” you let out a giggle as he took your hand and pulled you through the hallways towards what you assumed was a secret entrance to the kitchens. You both plucked a few fresh pastries from the counters, wrapped them in cloths, and ran out of there. 

The walk to the lake was nice, the two of you talking about your families and friends, what you liked about your classes so far, and more. 

You found that as you sat there with him, you had more in common than you thought. It felt like there was an electric current running between the two of you, your energy fed off of each other. You must have sat there for over an hour because the sun was high in the sky, definitely later than the mid morning when you’d left.

“You know,” James said after a comfortable silence. You turned to look at him but he was gazing over the lake. “We’ve only known each other less than a month but I can’t imagine my days without seeing you around in the halls or at quidditch. You’re unforgettable.” You inhaled deeply, the scent of blooming trees heavy in your nose as you thought about what he said.

“I never felt such an instant connection with anyone like I did with you,” you admitted, a bit shyly despite your original introduction all those weeks ago. “I like being around you.”

“I like being around you, too,” he parroted with that beaming smile. 

You spent most Saturdays after that taking walks with James, and the Black Lake became a special place where the two of you could spend time together away from your group of friends. 

It was there, sitting with your backs against a wide tree, that you found yourself a few weeks later on a cool Saturday in late October. You’d been planning quidditch plays for hours with James in the early morning, getting ready for a match against Slytherin. Your former position as captain of Thunderbird’s team gave you a plethora of knowledge and skill related to planning and strategizing, making you James’ favorite person to bounce ideas off of. 

However, you needed a break from the intense planning and suggested a walk in the cool air to clear your heads. James was never one to say no to you. 

So you sat, breathed in the crisp air, and turned your head to gaze over at the object of your affections. 

“James?”

“At your service,” he replied formally, eliciting a soft laugh from your lips. 

“I’m serious, I have a question,” you replied, waiting for him to turn his head. 

“If this is about quidditch, I thought we were taking a break from that,” he was smirking as he turned his head, and suddenly you were both so close.

“I was wondering if you wanted to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you.”

He was silent for a moment, eyes wide behind his spectacles. 

“Well yeah, I thought that was obvious. I’m absolutely smitten,” he was grinning from ear to ear, and reached out to tangle his fingers with yours in what could only be called a hand-hold. 

“Absolutely smitten, you say?” You pondered, tapping a finger against your chin.

“Devastatingly.” He nodded at you.

“Better kiss me now then, before you lose your chance.”

He laughed, a joyous noise, before cupping your chin in his hand and kissing you. 

It felt like you’d shaken up a vial full of chemicals and you were slowly burning on the inside, an explosion of wonder and light. 

When you broke apart, you could only stare at him with glazed over eyes. 

“We should do that again, yeah?” 

“Yeah.”

Masterlist

[kasiopeja111734745]

WIZARD WANDS as characters perfect court 

riko :

hornbeam ( chooses as a life partner a talented witch or wizard with a single, pure passion, which some might call vision which is almost always realised ) @ rugaru hair ( was rumoured to have an affinity for dark magic, like vampires for blood )

nat :

fir ( ¹said by herbold ollivander to be a "survivor's wand" because he sold it to three wizards who subsequently came through mortal danger unscathed ,, ²liked owners with a focused, strong-willed and, sometimes, intimidating demeanour) @ thunderbird's tail feather ( ¹extremely powerful and difficult to handle ,, ²able to sense danger and cast their own curses when supernatural dangers approached ,, ³especially good for transfiguration )

andrew :

mountain ash ( always in great demand for making wands because it is considered more protective than any other and, in my experience, makes all kinds of protective charms especially strong and hard to break) @ wampus hair

kevin :

applewood ( ¹wands made from it are not produced in large quantities ,, ²they are powerful and best suited to the wearer with high aims and ideals ) @ spine monster from the white river ( spikes create spells of power and elegance )

jean :

english oak ( ¹for good times and bad, this is a friend as loyal as the wizard deserves ,, ²require partners of strength, courage and loyalty ) @ thestral tail hair ( considered unstable, if not the most difficult material to master powerful difficult to master core ,, only a witch or wizard capable of accepting death )

[nioumin-draw]

Facts about Lorelei Sanders ( HPMA) #1 :

•Lorelei been sorted in Gryffindor house, if she were in ilvermony she would be sorted to Wampus or Thunderbird

•she live to Nothing hill with her family

•When she spent her summer vacation to Uganda her family for visit her mother's family side , the thing she loves most is doing Safari.

• she used to have some muggle "friends" before Hogwarts , after she go to Hogwarts she told them she been accepted to a boarding school. She tried to sent them some letters but they never write her back but she haven't been upset because she knew it will happen and she have new true friends now.

•her patronus is a lioness

•the most happiest memory she remember for creat her patronus is : when she met the Holyhead Harpies atvher first quidditch game.

• Robyn Thistlethwaite became her best friends during Hogwarts because of their love for quidditch and she also have a bond for Daniel Page and consider him as a precious friend, she is always worry about him and protect him if it's necessary.

•At first the first sight she found William Lee too immature and is annoyed by him and his shenanigans but appreciates his kindness towards animals and his optimistic and funny personality and you'll never find a better dance partner than him , people wondering how that could work between them XD 🤣.

•During the 3 first year she had long curly hairs and cut them for year 4

• her cat , Comoros ( Named from a African région) is a present from her parents for her first year to Hogwarts.

•She realize she fell in love with William Lee at the end of year 2 and in year 4 the became officially a couple.

• she can't stand Cassandra Vole but is always ready to help her.

•Fischer Frey have a crush for her but she rejected him all time.

• according to William Lee , she smell Vanilla and coconut, probably because of hair care cream.

• Because of a misunderstanding with William she was a bit jealous of Abigail Grey ( who had a crush on him ) but after a explanation they become great friends

• She play quidditch as chaser with Liam Whitlock-Kim @chirithy564 at year 2 and became seeker at year 4

•William and her first date was supposed to be in Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop in Hogsmeade but it finally end to The three broomsticks because it was to Pink for them XD and a butterbeer sound better than tea 🍻.

•she a big fan of the Holyhead Harpies.

•she is inspired from the actress and Singer Zendaya.

• she is very proud of her father despite the fact he is a squib and would punch anybody who say trash about him.

• She is Aries 🐏♈

• her favorite flowers are begonias , tulip 🌷 and flowering plant.

[dailydemonspotlight]

Day 17 - Nekomata

Race: Beast

Alignment: Neutral

April 12th, 2024

Ferocious felines are a commonplace story in fiction- Whether it be the Matagot of French fairytale, the Wampus cat from Cherokee myth, or the Cat-Síth of Scottish folklore, many a cat has become a cornerstone of popular mythology. However, none are as famous, or perhaps infamous, as the yōkai pair, Bakoneko and Nekomata.

Based primarily in the mountainous regions of Japan, though some are domestic, Nekomata are twin-tailed cats that are perceived as ferocious monsters while out in the wilds, yet kind and loving long-living pets when domesticated. Nekomata purportedly had very long shelf-lives, so to speak, typically growing very old, and as each year goes on, their tail would grow in length. This is actually due to a reason for why they come to be, as it was commonly believed that, when a normal cat grew old enough, its tail would split, and it would become a Nekomata. As Arai Hakuseki put it, "Old cats become 'nekomata' and bewilder people."

This is a borrowed observation from Tony4You, but commonly, people inflicted with a so-called Nekomata disease from the mountainous variety of these mystical cats likely began to suffer from rabies instead, and the erratic, almost unnatural behavior of the cats within the mountains was likely as a result of them being rabid as well. Nekomata likely had a very real and natural explanation, as unfortunate as rabies can be.

In terms of the SMT series, Nekomata is a very common early-game demon, typically specializing in physical and force skills. This likely is related to the commonplace depictions of Nekomata lashing out physically within the mountains, as well as their wise ways possibly giving way to an understanding of magic. The depiction in the series is rather faithful visually, with my personal favorite version being far more unique with a humanoid shape and brown, long hair, alongside a furry coat and black tights. It looks like something that I would personally wear, honestly. My main question with the design is, where are the two tails? The double tails are the main thing separating Nekomata from Bakeneko, yet they appear absent in the SMT design.

Despite that, Nekomata are a rather strange bit of folklore with a very real explanation, and they have one of the most iconic and cute designs in the series, earning a favorite spot from me.

[humonculuss]

Finished painting of my sphinx sona, Laurel.

This time with wavy red Oni hair as an alternate look~

She is in the Legendary category of Haint*. *(org. Gullah: spirit/ghost/demon)

She's a Wampus Cat, Sphinx type.

A six-legged version of the black panther cryptid of Appalachia.

[elizabethplaid]

quick note, for feb 5th, 2025

Sometimes, my shifts in moods and body are rough. Other times, I get lucky and can find some energy. I started to feel things shifting a few days ago, so I made the effort to rest and not exert myself. After a few small tasks and staging supplies, I managed to do a few tasks and set myself up for doing others.

Nothing really enlightening to reveal. Just written to have a record, so I don't forget.

Gathered trash and started a new trash bag. It's one that has a perfume, so keeping it in my room overnight got me in a better mood. It's about shifting or finding the momentum for these tasks. And picturing how to tackle things helped.

Watching videos about hair care got me in the right mindset to wash my hair. Still going to ask for my dad's help, to lessen the impact of sensory stress.

Started to tear apart my bed, so I can swap shees later. I had my birthday soap near my pillow recently, because the scent is nice, but I couldn't find it?! I assume it went over the side, maybe between the mattress and the wall.

Emptied one laundry bin, just with clean bedding, and then added new laundry. I have a bunch of things set aside for a cold wash, including my Wampus tshirt and new tank tops.

Before I came downstairs, I sprayed cleaners in the bathroom, leaving it for a later scrub. Already have plastic gloves ready for that, too.

I'm resting in the living room now. Bending and movement and nerves, oof. Not going to worry about what chore to do next. After dinner will be shampoo, then upstairs to clean the bathroom and then shower.

I write these things as a reminder to myself. It's easy to forget that I can manage these things, that I've done it before and can do it again. It's a record for later, to keep myself going, to not lose hope.

Edit, 16 mins later: Hair washed and a load of laundry started. 👍

[boxdstars]

Hi ma'am, it's question time

1) 21) 25) 26) 27) 28) 29) please 🤓

AYYYYYYEEEEE MY GIRL 🤝 I GOTCHU

Oh this is easy! Have the MC save Anne. What was the point of the foreshadowing and parallels to Isidora if we couldn’t even save her — or try to in vain 😭. I know everyone in development was pressed for time — and that’s not their fault. But it makes the story fail on a fundement level come time for the climax. Additionally (to give more consequence and endings) maybe the Anne saving outcome is determined on how the player chose to use their ancient magic (good/bad system). Anne is saved or meets a worse fate. 

Spring. It used to be autumn, but during November 1891 was when she was bit… so now it’s forever tainted by that whole situation. Spring signals that she’s made it another school year, and that the hurdle is over and it’s smooth sailing. Also, having to wake up after a full moon in the cold of fall and winter is the worst. 

Also during the spring, Natsai likes to put flowers in her hair. Totally unrelated of course, definitely doesn’t make Mara swoon. 

A wampus stuffed animal, crudely stitched together. It doesn’t even resemble one anymore, it was a handmade gift from a family friend before Mara was even born. The malformed little beast can still be found in her school trundle, if you know what you’re looking for. 

Amara isn’t actually a classical fan. And unfortunately for her it’s all everyone around the time listened to. So for ages she was very much “not a music person.”  That is until new genres start popping up come turn of the century and suddenly she finds herself enraptured in jazz, which then becomes all she listens to. 

Modern Amara listens to a slew of stuff, but her favorite would be 90’s rap. Dr. Dre, DMX, 2pac, MF DOOM — and a billion others. It’s just her vibe, ya know? She’d skateboard around trying to pick up the pretty girls from the other houses and study while listening to some bangers. 

[markowitzbrothers]

All Markowitz Quality Wand Cores

The core has a strong interest in childhood of its master and what their master identifies with. Without these two aspects matching a core will not choose you.

Earth cores are all markedly different but have commonality in choosing a master with a strong sense of responsibility to their family blood.

Nundu Hair Core

Proficient in poisonous magic

Adept in quiet spell casting

If uniquely attuned, parts of the wand will have the Nundu hide pattern

Substantive handle. (Stubborn level 5)

Matagot Hair Core

Proficient in multiplication curses

Engraved handle. (Stubborn level 1)

Wampus Cat hair core

adept at consciousness altering magic

Engraved handle. (Stubborn level 3)

Unicorn hair core

Adept at defensive magic

Spiral handle. (Stubborn level 1)

Qilin

Adept at revealing spells

Spiral handle. (Stubborn level 3)

Erumpent Horn Fragment Core

Adept at explosive magic

If uniquely attuned, the Erumpent horn will appear on the wand

Substantive handle. (Stubborn level 4)

Graphorn Horn Fragment Core

Adept at defensive magic

If uniquely attuned, the wand will have earth runes.

engraved handle. (Stubborn level 3)

Centaur Hair Core

Adept at counter curses

Strength of the core makes the wand physically durable

If uniquely attuned, the wand will have earth runes

Engraved handle. (Stubborn level 2)

Sphinx Hair Core

Adept at hexes

If uniquely attuned, the wand will have hieroglyphics

Substantive handle. (Stubborn level 4)

Demiguise hair core

Adept at invisibility magic

Engraved handle. (Stubborn level 1)

Water and Air cores have many differences but all of them belong to a master who's responsibility to loved ones outweighs the responsibility to their blood.

Giant squid bone fragment core

Has proficiency in revealing magic

If uniquely attuned, the wand will have tentacle shapes

Skeletal handle. (Stubborn level 3)

Water Dragon Heart String Core

Well suited to water magic

Will have fin shapes if uniquely attuned

Substantive handle. (Stubborn level 2)

Hippocampus Heart String Core

Has magic especially suited to water

If uniquely attuned, the the wand will have fin shapes

Substantive handle. (Stubborn level 1)

Siren hair core

Adept at sound magic

If uniquely attuned the wand will have alchemical water runes

Spiral handle. (Stubborn level 2)

Kelpie heart string core

Adept at living transfiguration

Skeletal handle. (Stubborn level 2)

Fwooper Feather Core

Especially good at consciousness altering

If uniquely attuned the wand will sport bright colors

Engraved handle. (Stubborn level 4)

Thunderbird Tail Feather Core

Adept at electrical magic

If uniquely attuned the wand will have lightning shapes

Engraved handle. (Stubborn level 2)

Occamy

Adept at shrinking and enlarging magic

If uniquely attuned the wand will have spiral shapes

Substantive handle. (Stubborn level 1)

Dragon heart string core

If uniquely attuned the wand will have dragon wing shapes

(engraved handle. (stubborn level 3)

Augurey tail feather core

Adept at weather magic

If uniquely attuned the wand will have Augurey beak shapes

Engraved handle. (Stubborn level 2)

Phoenix tail feather core

Adept at defensive magic

Particularly detached from the needs of the wood

If uniquely attuned the wand will have phoenix beak shapes

Substantive handle. (Stubborn level 4)

Thestral hair core

Notoriously known for its sheer power

If uniquely attuned the wand will have runes

Substantive handle. (Stubborn level 4)

Harpy hair core

Adept at laceration spells

If uniquely attuned the wand will have talon shapes

Skeletal handle. (Stubborn level 3)

Basilisk Fang Fragment Core

Adept at petrification magic

If uniquely attuned the wand will have spiral shapes

Engraved handle. (Stubborn level 4)

Hydra Fang Fragment Core

Has powerful multiplication magic.

Spiral handle. (Stubborn level 2)

Zouwu hair core

Adept at vanishing magic

If uniquely attuned the wand will have Aether runes

Substantive handle. (Stubborn level 2)

[esbenandall]

This is Amy, randomized OC of day #35. He's a Harry Potter OC, technically my first Harry Potter OC if you don't count my persona.

Amy has an ENTP personality type, and a Kit Fox patronus, which is the sketchy blue thing beside his feet. He's in Ravenclaw, his second year, and most enjoys his astronomy classes. He's pure blood, tall, (I haven't decided exactly what height yet), and has a pet ferret (I wish I had had time to draw the ferret).

Moving on to his wand it's made of Rowan wood, 14 inches long with a swishy flexibility and veela hair & wampus cat hair core. It also has a elegant swirl design on the handle colored blue.

[dreamerofasgard]

Hopes of The Thunderbird & The Dragon (Series) - Concept & Prologue

Draco Malfoy x F!Reader

Disclaimer: This is the first time I have written a whole series by myself, plus it's been a while since I wrote anything, let alone something for Draco Malfoy. This is a concept that has been in my head for a while and I haven’t seen anyone do something like it, well from at least what I’ve seen that is. I don’t see a lot about transfer students along with incorporating magical beasts. I plan on making this a long multi-part series that takes place through all 7 years at Hogwarts as well as a time skip.

Word count: 1.9k Pt1

Concept: I had been thinking about what if the reader was from America’s Wizarding School of Ilvermorny but was transferred to Hogwarts after their parents were transferred to the British division of the Ministry of Magic after a huge promotion. Father and Mother are Pure-bloods but they don’t particularly care, unlike other pure-blood families. Father has been working for the ministry for years after he graduated from Ilvermory and got a job as an Auror where he then met your mother who was working as an Investigative Assistant of Magical Beast Activity for the UK Branch. Your father Frederick Whitlock, the New Chief Auror in the London Ministry Office, and your mother Katherine Pierce-Whitlock, the New Head of the Department for the Control of Magical Creatures have decided that it would be best to have you transferred to your mother’s alma mater, Hogwarts. Being a proud graduate herself, she is overjoyed when she receives a letter from Dumbledore that you are allowed to transfer from Ilvermory during the second week of the semester. Y/n Whitlock has always loved to bring the joy of music wherever she went but what happens when the Slytherin Common Room becomes your escape. Y/n becomes friends with many people at Hogwarts along with gravitating towards a certain blonde boy as their friendship develops into something more over the years. Even with the growing darkness that seems to make its way into the halls of Hogwarts, there is always a way through with compassion and acceptance.

Tigger warnings: Pureblood. I think that's it.

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Y/n paced around her new room in her parents' house as her mind raced about all the wonderful and nerve-wracking things to come at her new school, Hogwarts. From as early as she could remember, her father told her all the amazing stories about his alma mater, Ilvermory. Your father recalled how during the sorting ceremony, the older students would watch from the balcony on the next level, looking down with anticipation as the first years got sorted. The school would then wait for one of the four wooden creature carvings, which represent four houses, to react. When the Horned Serpent wanted a student, the gem set into its forehead would glow, while Thunderbird showed approval by beating its wings. The Wampus would roar, while the Pukwudgie raised its arrow into the air. The way your father described it was so magical that you could barely wait to get there to see it for yourself, and join your father’s house of Thunderbird. You had your wish for as your first week had gone almost perfectly, you were sorted into Thunderbird and made a few friends. But all that changed when you got a letter from your parents a few days later saying that due to their promotions in the ministry, you’d be transferring to Hogwarts within the next two days. Needless to say, you were heartbroken. You had just gotten here and now you were leaving them. 

Flash Back to 2 days ago

“I love my parents Rebecca but why can’t I just stay here and live with my aunt or you?” Y/n said as she talked with her best friend and roommate, Rebecca Madison, a short, brown-eyed, black-haired girl who had been your best friend since diapers. “Because your aunt is already busy enough managing your cousins and that little band of theirs. My parents can barely handle us when you come to visit. Just imagine what it would be like with you living here?” she replied as she giggled. “And besides Merlin went to Hogwarts. How cool is it that you’d be going to the same school that is home to many powerful witches and wizards like him.” Rebecca said as she played with her white and tan cat, Cinnamon, on her bed.  “You have a point Becky but we just got here.” You pouted as you fell back onto your bed. This was quite possibly the worst thing that’s ever happened, and if your cousins didn’t start their band then you could be living with them. Despite your current situation, you were actually the one who convinced them to start a band.  Christopher, Sarah, and Patricia were some of the most musically gifted in your family on your Father's side, other than yourself and dear old Dad. You've been planning music with them for as long as you could remember. Who knew that love for music that somehow backfired on your dreams of attending Ilvermory. “I know, that’s why I’m your bestie.” Rebecca says as she stands up and walks over to your bed while smiling, “Now you are going to write letters to me about the wonders of Hogwarts and we’ll see each other like we always do over the breaks.” All you could do was smile as you sat up facing your friend. “Time to start packing I guess,” you said as Rebecca smiled and extended her hand for you to take. “Let the packing competition begin!”

End of Flashback

“Y/n darling, your father is waiting in the carriage but I have something to give you first,” your mother says as she slowly opens the door holding a medium-sized cage with a cloth over it. 

“I wanted to surprise you with a little friend to keep you company at Hogwarts. I already got approval from Professor McGonagall though this creature is technically allowed, ‘better to be safe than sorry’ your father says” as she sets the cage down taking off the cloth to reveal a gray and black with emerald eyes Kneazle.

“Mom, they are beautiful. What’s their name?”  Kneeling down to let the creature sniff your hand and get familiar with you while smiling.

“Her name is Lux. Her mother is one of the Kneazles I was nursing back to health had a litter a few weeks ago. Plus I thought Ripley would like a friend when you are in class. You take care of them-” your mother says while smiling. “And they’ll take care of you,” you say as Lux mews cutely at you while you gently take her out of the cage and let Ripley your owl inspect her new furry friend.

“Let’s not keep your father waiting Y/n darling, Hogwarts awaits.” You look at your mother as she is proud and excited for your first year at Hogwarts as you take her hand and make your way to the carriage. On the way to Hogwarts you thought about the professors your mother told stories about, the dangers she warned you about hidden in the forbidden forest, how that next year she hopes you could play quidditch like she did for Ravenclaw, and that no matter which house you were placed in she would be beyond proud of you. 

Your parents have always wanted you, their pride and joy, to be kind and make your own opinions of those around you. Even though they came from Pureblood families your parents never understood the way most Purebloods thought, it always seemed so backward to parade around blood status like it was a huge accomplishment not marrying a person with muggle blood. So your parents did what other Purebloods would most likely hate, raise you around the culture of both the wizarding and muggle worlds. As you sat in the carriage for the couple-hour journey it would take to get to Hogwarts your father tapped you on the shoulder taking you out of your thoughts.

“I know your mom already gave you little Lux but I also have something for you,” he says as he hands you a medium-sized wrapped box.

“Dad, you didn’t have to get me anything but thank you” nudging your father as you unwrap the present you see a Walkman with several different albums on cassettes. 

“It’s a Walkman, I know we already packed up your record player and your guitar but I figured you’d want to listen to music while walking around the grounds after class. Plus we’ll send you your favorite bands' new albums while you’re at school.” Nudging you just as you did a moment ago while chuckling. 

“You sure do think of everything, don’t you Dad?” Smiling as you took out the Walkman and pulled out Journey's Greatest Hits album your father smiled with pride as he thought about all the new friends you’d make.

The hours passed by quickly with you listening to music and talking with your parents about all the different legends and secrets that Hogwarts held. It wasn’t until your house elf Winter opened the door that you all realized you had arrived at Hogwarts Bridge. 

“We have arrived,” Winter said as she smiled brightly as she looked at the youngest Whitlock.

You take a deep breath and stepped out of the carriage and take in your surroundings. You had visited Scotland before on family trips but the Hogwarts Castle and the Great Lake were certainly spectacular. As you took in your surroundings an older-looking woman approached with an older gentleman which you assumed were Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall along with four students you didn’t recognize, three boys and one girl, dressed in school robes one each house color you assumed.

“Katherine Pierce-Whitlock welcome back to Hogwarts dear,” Professor McGonagall said as she hugged your mother, “Now I know that this is a big change for your daughter Katherine. I can assure you and your husband that Y/n is in good hands.”

“Now let's give them a tour shall we,” Professor Dumbledore says as he motions the four students to come over and introduce themselves.

“Good afternoon, I’m Gabriel Truman, one of the prefects of Hufflepuff.” Said the tall brown-haired boy wearing a yellow and black robe before stepping back in line as a ginger boy around his height stepped forward.

“Hello my name is Percy Weasley, I am one of the Gryffindor prefects. I believe my mother went to school with yours.” He says as he looks over at your mother who smiles at the Weasley boy before he steps back in line for the boy in blue to speak.

“Ello Whitlocks, my name is Robert Hilliard, one of the prefects of Ravenclaw. It is a pleasure to see that the famous Blue Devil had a daughter. Your mother was a force to be reckoned with. Hopefully, you are just as good as your mother at quidditch” he smiles before saying quietly “And a Ravenclaw” The Scottish boy happily steps back to let the girl in Green robes step forward. 

“Welcome to Hogwarts Y/n, I’m Gemma Farley, one of the prefects of Slytherin house. We are excited to have you here.” The blonde girl says as she hands you a bouquet of flowers from the four houses, “I do hope that you enjoy your time here” smiling as she steps back and lets Professor Dumbledore talk.

“Now that introductions are out of the way I do believe we can give you a proper tour of the castle while the students are at lunch. Wouldn’t you agree, Minerva?” Dumbledore asked as Professor McGonagall nodded and led the way with Dumbledore by her side, the students and your family not too far behind.

“Hogwarts was founded over a thousand years ago by the four greatest witches and wizards of the age. Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin'' she began as you walked across the bridge seeing a few Hippogriffs fly overhead, thinking you could get used to being here.

[chaotic-starlight24]

The Appalachian 4

Me and my friend @wise-wolfie are co-authoring this together! So here is...

CHAPTER 2

Word count: 1.3k

Emmy-Lou and Natalia (pronounced Na-tall-ya) walked into the downtown area. Not that their town was a bustling metro or anything. On their main street was a department store, a candy shop, an abandoned movie theater, and at the very end of the road was the library. The building was actually quite large for such a small town. It was nestled in the undergrowth, covered in winding vines and moss. Natalia was friends with the librarians so the duo thought maybe they would know something about the Appalachian legends. Or at least details or sightings. Emmy-Lou creaked open the door. Now compared to the outside, it was incredibly nice on the inside. Not quite an architectural masterpiece but it was kept-up. At the desk was a teen with scruffy black hair and headphones in. Just staring into space.

“Sorry, Ems. Mrs. Yarly would probably know everything about the legends. I forgot it was Nathaniel’s shift.” Natalia sighed.

Emmy-Lou shrugged, “He might still know something?”

“Alright, I’ll talk to him. You go search for some books on it.”

Emmy saluted and strided off to look. Natalia then made her way up to the desk.

“NATHANIEL THOMPSON!”Natlia shouted, slamming her hands onto the surface.

Nathaniel yelped and fell backwards with a thud.

“What the heck, du-oh it’s you.”

“What do you mean “Oh It’S yOu” I feel offended by your tone.” 

“Nevermind… What do you need.”

“Do frogs have bones?”

Nathaniel gave her a glare. She always liked to ask strange questions to bother him.

“Probably, what do you actually need?” He responded, annoyance tinging his voice.

Natalia scanned the library, “Have you ever gotten attacked by a 6 legged creature? Or like… walked into a ring to h-e double hockey sticks?”

“Are you serious? That is your question? Those are just legends you know…” He tore a hand through his hair.  

Natalia shrugged and began to walk off, “Well, if you're going to use that attitude then I’ll just leave without telling you what we’re doing.”

“Just don’t get killed, ok.” Nathaniel called out.

Emmy-Lou emerged from the depths of the library with a giant stack of books. Way more than they probably needed. This was going to take forever. Natalia slid the books onto a wide table close to the front desk. Then flipped the first page open.

“Hey, those books won’t give you the answers you probably need.” Nathaniel relented, “I guess I can help.”

Natalia had realized that as soon as she discovered that Emmy had grabbed any book that had “Appalachian” on the cover. Something told her they weren’t going to need anything about Gatlinburg: Guide to the Tennessee part of the Appalachians. 

Nathaniel began to flip through the pile of books, “So what are you looking for?”

“Anything on the creatures of the Appalachians.” Emmy-Lou answered.

“Like this kind of creature?” Nathaniel inquired, holding up a birdwatching book.

“No!” Natalia explained, “Like the ones of legend obviously!”

Nathaniel nodded and skimmed through the book covers. He worked quickly, throwing out those that they didn’t need. Eventually he had come up with a neat pile of 10 or so books.

“Thanks so much! That saved us a lot of time.”

He shrugged and returned to the front desk. Right then another girl with white-blonde hair burst in.

“Charlie!” Natalia exclaimed.

A boy who looked similar to Nathaniel followed her in as well.

“Nash…” Natalia mumbled.

“What are you guys doing?” Charlie questioned.

“Oh, just studying the legends of the Appalachians.”

Nash raised an eyebrow, “You really think those are real?”

“Hey! They might be! You never know.” Nathaniel argued.

“You were arguing with us a few minutes ago, don’t even.”

The duo began to bicker over the topic. Charlie sighed with a roll of her eyes and took a seat next to Emmy-Lou and looked into one of the books. Chuckling to herself when she came upon the Wampus cat.

“Six legs, a lot harder to get around then!” She said between fits of giggles.

“Yep, but they still move fast.” Natalia warned, “Now, why are you here?”

“Well, I was helping referee a soccer game and it finished. Then I realized I had a library book that I needed to turn in and Nash just happened to be hanging around the bleachers since there was no Track & Field. So we headed here.” 

Natalia acknowledged the response and went back to work glancing through the books. In the background they could hear the brothers arguing louder and louder over something stupid.

“You know this is a library right?!”

Nathaniel and Nash stopped and looked at her.

“...Yes?”

“Then respectfully, shut up!”

Emmy-Lou then burst out laughing while flipping through the creature profiles.

“These creatures may be scary, but they don’t exactly have creative names.”

“Lemme see!”

Natalia took the book from her hands and also started laughing.

“The Not-deer? Wonder how long it took to come up with that!”

“Well, I for one wouldn’t want to run into one of those.” Nathaniel grimaced, looking over her shoulder.

“I think I saw those digging through our trash cans.” Nash nonchalantly announced. 

Emmy-Lou went rigid. Natalia did agree with Nathaniel on his statement. No one wanted to greet the Appalachians mountains and their mysteries at midnight. 

Emmy-Lou shook her head, “We best not psych ourselves out before we go out there.”

“You-You’re not going alone are you?!” Nathaniel clammored.

The group did have to admit, it was kind of stupid.

“You can’t do that! You will actually die!” Charlie agreed.

Nash shook his head as well, “We can’t have “attacked by the Not-Deer” written on your gravestone. Or like, have a gravestone at all.”

Emmy-Lou rolled her eyes, “I know. But we need to know more about what is going on in the mountains.”

“Well, you’re in the mountains. Boom, research done.” Nathaniel retorted.

Zoiee then paraded in, “SALUTATIONS YOUNG FE-”

Everyone gave her a look.

“This is a bad time. I can come back later?”

Natalia sighed and leaned back into her chair. Maybe they were making a bad decision. And if she died then Charlie and Nathaniel and all her friends would probably kill her again. What were they going to do?

“Here, I’ll make you deal.” Nathaniel exhaled, “How about, we all go with you too.”

“HEY! I’M NOT GETTING SACRIFICED!” Nash refused.

Charlie smacked him across the head.

Natalia objected, “Nash is right, I don’t want any of you getting hurt.”

“I know you care about us. But what is the worst that could happen?” Charlie answered.

“Yeah! What’s the worst that could happen? Death?” Nathaniel smiled.

Of course only he would say something like that.

Natalia groaned, “Fine! Fine. I agree to your conditions.”

Emmy-Lou gave her a look of are you sure? And Natalia was honestly not really sure.

Zoiee was still standing awkwardly at the door. 

“Should I get slushies for all of us? Might cool our brains a bit?”

“Yeah, go ahead. And grab Lil. She needs to hear this too.”

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Zoiee was right. They all needed the break. And sugar. While they were slurping the cool liquid down Emmy filled Lillian in.

“Wait a second. Isn’t Emmy the one deciding on what we do. She is the one who sort of devised this whole expedition in the first place!”

Emmy-Lou took a deep breath in, “I know, I know. But Natalia just sort of took the lead.”

“Sorry, I did get a bit into it.”

“Nah, it’s all good. But I think if we are going to be a team we should, you know, decide as a team.”

Everyone made different sounds of agreement. Finally.

“Ok, if you vote for the original expedition, me, Natalia, Lillian, and Zoiee, go into the woods raise your hands.”

Only Natalia and Nash raised their hands. Which earned Nash a kick from Charlie.

“And if you vote for Nathaniel, Nash, and Charlie to join us, raise your hands.”

Everyone else raised them.

“Well that settles it. It’s time to prepare for it.”

[apintofslytherinale]

🍻 : ale, aelius, rion, citalic

🗝️ : they/he/helios

🍻 : 11 — 27

🗝️ : bigay omni afab male

🍻 : entp 5w4

🗝️ : occamy, 11 ¼ unbending cedar wand w/ unicorn hair, slytherin, wampus

⚠️ 87-MARI-027 : 44-CHI-011 ⚠️

🖋️ @snakesandcoffeegrounds

🪶 @llightasafeather

🔮 @strangelieswiththemad

not an rp blog bodily 18 fictive sourced from potterverse FUCK JKR

🪲。redemption

🍻。a pint of ale / ale

🖋️。snakes & coffee grounds / tom

🥄。silver spoon fed / abraxas

🪶。light as a feather / avery

🔮。strange lies with the mad / magnus

🔗。the architect of pandemonium / mulciber

🥀。a rose’s thorns / rosier

🌌。a constellation’s tomb / orion

🧺。love battle & death / freya

🕯️。witchcraft & trickery / blair

🪮。cemetery light / lucius

🐦‍🔥。dumbletoes / dumbledore

🧑‍🦰。the lion and / septimus

🐺。and the wolf / godwin

🍾。a slug is always alone / slughorn