#what did they do to firenze in the movies

[yu-doodles]

harry potter comic for a school assignment!!

i am doing god’s work by drawing firenze how he should’ve been in the movies.

[joannerowling]

What that wasn’t in the movies do you hope they include in the new show 😋 they better do it justice or elseee. If they game of thrones-ify it I’ll kill someone

PS: Peeves is confirmed! I'd love for the show to include some of Vernon's POV in the first chapter, because it's such a funny and iconic introduction, and spend a bit longer on Harry's awful life at the Dursleys. Ron throwing hands with Malfoy. The twins shooting snowballs at the back of Quirrell's head. Also, PLEASE, an accurate depiction of the way Hermione deals with the Devil Snare. Do NOT cut Ron's "are you a witch or what?!" line again i'm begging!

CoS: Nearly-Headless Nick's anniversary is a popular one i subscribe to! And Ginny's Valentine card ("his eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad"). Percy being a bit more present.

PoA: Hermione and Ron working on Buckbeak's case, Hermione's Girlboss Day where she quits Divination and slaps Malfoy in the span of a few hours (and Ron's reaction to it). Hermione making fun of Ron for believing in the Grim. Oliver crying tears of joy after winning the Quidditch Cup.

GoF: Ok, now we're in business. Give me the SPEW sideplot, including Dobby's salary, drunk Winky and the kitchens. Also, don't skip over the harrassment Hermione gets from Skeeter, let her grow obsessed with finding out how she manages to evesdrop on conversations (specifically, i need that scene where Hermione is wondering aloud about her while viciously grinding beetles into dust in Potions class) and trap her in an unbreakable jar.

OotP: Three words: Department 👏 of 👏Mysteries 👏 SHOW US ALL THE ROOMS, especially the Time Room (let us freak out about the baby-headed Deatheater!!!) and the Brain Room (let Ron Weasley get his sexy scars from being strangled by flying brain tentacles). Harry throwing hands with Malfoy. Harry and Ron making shit up for Divination class. Divination teacher Firenze (i know it doesn't bring a lot to the story but i want Hermione to call out Parvati about her horse fetish). Hermione cursing Marietta Edgecombe with acne spelling "SNITCH" on her forehead (again, probably won't happen as it's maybe too gross for tv but one can dream). Ginny and Harry bonding.

HBP: That one scene where Harry brutally assassinate a seed while Ron and Hermione are trying and spectacularly failing to arrange a date. The Gaunts memory and also the one where Voldemort comes back to Hogwarts and tries to get the DADA teaching gig.

DH: Harry's 17th birthday including the cake. Ron punching Malfoy in the face while invisible and yelling at him "that's the second time we save your life this evening arsehole". Potterwatch. Fred's death. Ron and Hermione's first kiss happening exactly as ridiculously as it did in the book. Harry calling Hermione "like a sister" and embracing Ron after his return. NOT showing us the trapped bit of Voldemort's soul in purgatory King's Cross, because not seeing it makes it scarier.

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

Hello once more !

I’m so sorry for what is happening to you and for that I’m beginning this ask by sending you a hug, love and good vibes *send all this* (am too lazy to write again beteen the Astérix, *asterisk* sorry 😅). And to top it all, let me share this cute idea I had with my favourite ship(among all the other cool one your wonderful brain spat out) of yours), Feducia! So I was listening to the song « Je reviendrai vers toi » (the French version of This is Where I Belong) from the movie Spirit the Stallion of the Cimarron and I thought the lyrics were fitting so well for these two whenever Federico was away on mission and was longing to come back to his dearest Lucia.

(Here are the English lyrics so you can actually understand what they say, might be a good idea 😅)

“I hear the wind across the plain

A sound so strong that calls my name

It's wild like the river, it's warm like the sun

Yeah, it's here, this is where I belong

Under the starry skies where eagles have flown

This place is paradise, it's the place I call home

The moon on the mountains

The whisper through the trees

The waves on the water

Let nothing come between this and me

'Cause everything I want is everything that's here

And when we're all together, there's nothing to fear

And wherever I wander, the one thing I've learned

It's to here, I will always, always return”

I can just imagine (let’s pretend that he already briefed the Brotherhood Mentore abt the outcome of his mission, whom (we pretend) Ezio was already trained under so he (Ezio) could then proceed to succeed him and further strengthen/ rebuild the Italian Brotherhood and still become the sexy hoe- I mean legendary assassin- that he is)

And I put /…/ before and after the parts I modified the lyrics so it could fit the narrative and I framed the actual lyrics parts with “”

Ok here we go:

Federico was urging his horse to run faster and faster to get back to Firenze with a single goal in mind – ok maybe he was exaggerating bc he still cared and surveyed not to be caught otherwise the whole point of getting back– (he was getting distracted, focus Federico just focus you’re almost there, *yeah “almost” is a bit of an euphemism no?* Shut up logic.) Nonetheless, it felt as if the very wind was carrying the voice of the one he loved above all and it was “A sound so strong that /called his/ name”, urging him all the more to come back to his home city. When he finally arrived to Firenze, he jumped off his steed mid run (‘cause he is a badass and idc if this is unrealistic), trusting that it would return safely to the right destination, and then proceeded to speed free run (can I even say that?, anyway) and scurrying across the rooftops so he could reach his destination as fast as possible with all the caution he had been drilled to act on as an assassin. He also did so bc he was just hi to do so after the unending (what do you mean dramatic, he would like to let you know that Ezio was dramatic one not him, AND he had a very valid reason to qualify this ride as such) horse ride (‘cause lets face it that boy is fast and we already determined he like to climb around as much as his brother does and I can imagine his physic is leaner than Ezio’s so he could very much pull off a scurrying level of speed lol). He finally reached his goal, and his breath was cut once more, as if he saw her for the first time all over again, for there she stood, bathed in the barest streak of gold painting the horizon announcing the beginning of a new day, his lady love, his world, his Lucia. After a moment of two, he shook himself out of his contemplation, although he knew there would soon be contemplation of a much more thorough kind, he climbed through the window so he could join his home at last. For as much as she was the sun in the horizon, the fairest and wonderful lady no man could ever describe in words of poetry, Lucia was his home. Ot was also at this moment that his fair lady-sun remarked his presence and exclaimed “Oh Federico…You’re home !” (Tell me if you catch the ref here hehehe) and all but leaped into his arms. Later, much later, at night in fact, after aforementioned thorough contemplation, Federico laid there with Lucia cradled and asleep in his warm embrace. The cry of an eagle somewhere above the roof reminding him that “Under the starry skies where eagles have flown

This place is paradise, it's the place he called home

‘Cause everything he wanted is everything that's here

And when we're all together, there's nothing to fear

And wherever /he wandered/, the one thing /he’d/ learned

It's to here, /he/ will always, always return”.

Have a nice rest of the day, I wish you the next to be better (and I hope my newest brick of an ask will please you lol)

All the love,

- Hello Anon

NONNIE.

NONNIE, OMG.

ok, first of all, where are my manners, lemme give you some fresh lemonade and a piece of cake to replenish your energies after writing this BEAUTIFUL ask.

NONNIE.

THIS.

ALL OF THIS, OH MY GODS.

I think I might have rearead something like 15 times before I actually managed to calm myself enough so that I could sit down and PROPERLY WRITE YOU BACK.

THE TEARS I HAD READING THIS.

THE BOUTS OF LAUGHTER AT FEDERICO´S OWN BEHAVIOUR (dear gods, I love and adore that he literally jumped off the horse mid-run. Like, if Lucia were ever to know that he was so reckless JUST BECAUSE he was in a hurry to see her, she would pull his ear, but to me it was giving

Just running and then jump off!!

AND OMG THAT LAST PART YOU WROTE, THE ONE WHERE HE WOULD BE IN BED, CRADLING HIS DARLING ASLEEP LUCIA IN HIS ARMS

JSDGBFHIAMKPODTJIHBJF VMKSOFIGDH

Listen, I have A HUGE THING for drawing lovers asleep in one another's arms (infact I do have a Mephistea one in the making fml),because to me there is NOTHING -like N-O-T-H-I-N-G- more beautiful than being able to sleep soundly in the arms of the person you love and trust the most in world (could be because I often suffer from terrifying vividly dreams that wakes me up with heart just racing, so that's the only way that I can manage to actually get back to sleep lololol but I am digressing) . SO, NOW I NEED TO DRAW A FEDE AND LUCIA ONE, WHERE THEY ARE TOGETHER IN BED FML.

Lemme turn on my tablet just a moment.

Lemme sketch down this.

NONNIE.

YOU HAVE FILLED MY HEART WITH JOY THIS MORNING, AND I THANK YOU KINDLY FOR THIS UNEXPECTED GIFT THAT I FOUND IN MY INBOX.

THANK YOU, FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART.

This will end up straight straight in my special notebook, where I keep all the sweet things that friends have done for me, and where I keep all that makes me happy <3

TRULY THANK YOU <3

[mermaidsirennikita]

Speaking of Ferrari what did you think of the film?

I thought it was quite good! Not perfect by any means. It has pacing issues, and Shailene was *HORRIBLE* in it. Like, I think there's a good chance that if they'd cast someone else in that role, the movie would be faring better in the awards season (though it's also a surprisingly competitive season). Shailene was Sofia Coppola in The Godfather Part III level bad.

And like. Here's the thing. I would never say Adam does a fabulous Italian accent. However, I would say that very few actors who aren't Italian do a very strong Italian accent, and I would also say that... Some Italian actors can only do their own accent lol. Because obviously, someone from like, Napoli, doesn't sound the same as someone from Firenze, etc. If you're doing an Italian accent in an English-language movie, you're doing a broad, probs more Centro-leaning accent, right?

He definitely worked on it between Gucci and this. It felt more consistent, he slipped less. Still slipped! Still wasn't perfect! But I could tell he'd worked on it, and his performance was otherwise great. Penelope... I didn't really think she did that much accent work tbh, but Penelope's natural accent is also very strong and I kinda think there was a "it is mostly going to be native English speakers watching this, they will not tell the difference between Penelope's natural accent and an Italian accent" attitude. Which? Not great, but. I have heard Penelope trying for an Italian accent before in Versace, and to be fair it still mostly sounded like Penelope doing a (solid) Donatella voice, but whatever. She didn't try as much here.

NEITHER OF THOSE THINGS. Took away from their great performances. Because they were great. Adam is just a very strong actor, and though I don't think this was his BEST performance EVER, it was still something where, if this was a different field, he'd probably get nominated for it. (He should ABSOLUTELY get nominated over Bradley Cooper.) The emotions were there, the coldness of Ferrari, the scenes with Penelope were FIRE. And might I add, Penelope, someone I am ambivalent towards, was great. I personally think Penelope is one of those actors who is usually strong in her native language, less so out of it (though I do love her in Nine, an otherwise bad movie). Here? She was amazing. Totally off her rocker, totally wild, unhinged grief combined with anger. Amazing chemistry with Adam, which is great because to me the emotional core of the movie absolutely hinged on their scenes together. The scene where she asks him to give her the gun back and he smiles and then they go at it on the table? Gold. And in a very different way, that knockdown dragout fight about how he failed to keep their son alive? Also gold.

Shailene just couldn't stand up to them, and she didn't even try with the accent, and it was just. So bad dude. So bad. So bad. I have no idea why she was cast. There is... a story there. She doesn't even look right for the role, it's not even a case where they cast someone based on appearance and then the performance bombed. Just. Why.

Anyway, otherwise I thought the car crash scenes were wild, the total lack of reaction from Enzo was like a slap in the face every time. It spoke to his total disconnect from emotion and the fact that these were human lives he was messing with. And I went into this movie pretty uninformed about the events that would occur, so--having it happen towards the very end of the movie, without the great comeback we're primed for with these types of films, was... a lot, dude. I don't know if I've been that shocked by a movie scene in a long time. Just so intense. I figured there would be a crash, but not like THAT.

So yes. Not a perfect movie, but definitely worth watching, and if you want a "mother!!!" type performance, that is Penelope Cruz in Ferrari.

[moonlightdancer26]

I remember being so annoyed with Wolfstar shippers even when I was in school, that when we were given a "What book would you rewrite if you could, what would you change in it" the first thing I listed was to make Sirius and Remus half-brothers and making it known that they were related in POA, and when we switched papers to read over the girl who got mine gave me such a dirty look and she asked the teacher if she could swap papers with someone else.

My other changes were: -Snape lives -Harry STAYS hating his dad for SA -Lupin never ran out on his pregnant wife + he got to fight Greyback at the final battle -Filch wasn't so eager to physically torture students, all that torture-talk was just stuff he said to scare the first years

-We got to see more of Fluffy -Firenze stayed relevant after book 5

-Dudley was average weight because I hated how much his weight was mentioned in addition to how terrible he was :/ As someone who was overweight at the time

-Harry finding stuff that belonged to his mom so he got to know her a little better -Petunia being nicer to Harry, while still harsh she still cared for him -Tonks turning into Snape and freaking everyone out because Snape was SMILING and not acting like his usual self and her cover was only broken because the real Snape showed up and got mad at her -Hedwig having a baby owl that Harry raised

Man, Wolfstar shippers suck, don’t they?

I wouldn’t make Remus and Black half-brothers though that’s a great way to completely shatter Wolfstar shippers’ hopes (muhahaha), I’d try to find some other way to do that. I just.. the thought of my precious darling being closely-related to that abusive sociopath is just- no.

Ok but I REALLY love your changes!

Snape living? How could I not? 😩 MY BABY DESERVED TO GET RECOGNITION AND TO LIVE A HAPPY LIFE!!

Harry hating his poor excuse of a father for a horrible crime? Yes please!!

Remus never running out on a pregnant Tonks? Hmm, sure, why not? Though I do love the fight Harry and Remus had, it’s actually one of my all-time favourite moments in the entire series.

Remus fighting Greyback in the final battle? YES YES YES!!!! That Burrow-burning-down-scene-with-Bellatrix-and-Greyback in the HBP movie (and movie-only) was honestly such a waste. Remus is reunited with the person whom had caused him so much suffering (Greyback, obviously), and the filmmakers did nothing with it. :/

Filch not being so eager with torturing children and only doing it to scare them? Yes please!! I adore Filch (don’t ask)!!

Seeing more of Fluffy? YES! I really wished we could’ve seen more of him!

Firenze staying relevant after OoTP? YES PLEASE OMG!!! I REALLY wished we could’ve seen more of him! I really love him!

Dudley being average-weight? Ohh, I like this one. And yeah, I really disliked how Rowling tried to make fat-shaming okay when the person isn’t nice, Harry is surprisingly pretty shallow in the books. Must be a side-effect from living with Petunia..

Harry finding stuff about Lils and getting to know her better? YES PLEASE!!!!!!! Imagine if he saw a bunch of photos of her and Sev hanging out! 🥺

Petunia being nicer to Harry whilst still remaining harsh? I WANT THIS SO BAD!!!!!!

Tonks morphing into Sev, smiling, and freaking everyone else out, then getting caught by Snape himself? BAHAHAHA THIS TOTALLY HAPPENED

Hedwig having a baby owl that Harry raises? This is my new headcanon now, thanks!

[mischief-marauders]

One of these days, we’re going to have a talk on Dumbledore and how the Fantastic Beasts movies just show further what we already knew. Dumbledore manipulates people to do his bidding while rarely getting his hands dirty. Some may argue that his intentions are good. And they are. From what I’ve seen, every intention is “morally good” while the actions are mostly not. You know what they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. But it gets to the point where you have to sit there and think “why is this grown man, one of the most powerful wizards to exist……using actual children and emotionally volatile people to do his bidding”. Why are children fighting in a war? Why are children losing everything?

We see it in Marauders era and then golden trio era and we’d probably see it in the cursed child era if he hadn’t been killed. He uses children, he uses people from bad home lives, and uses them until he can’t anymore.

We see this with Sirius. Dumbledore wanted Harry as his pawn and he knew if Sirius wasn’t out of the way, Sirius would’ve never allowed it. Sirius would’ve never allowed Harry to be used as bait in his first year. So what did he do? He let Sirius rot in Azkaban and didn’t get him a fair trial. Sirius Black, one of his lions who was no longer useful to him and tossed to the rubble. On top of that, Dumbledore careless way of handling Harry let to his death. Also, using the man and leaving him locked in his abusive childhood home? Using him for his base of operations.

Then we see this with Remus Lupin. Dumbledore does good things to get people in his debt. I mean, who wouldn’t want a werewolf on their side when all of them are working for Voldemort? He knew that if he did something nice to Remus (allowing him to study at Hogwarts), Remus would feel indebted. THEN when Harry’s time came, Dumbledore brought him back because Sirius broke out. Remus was living a poor life and Dumbledore only cared for the lion that fought in the war for him…..when he could use him.

Then we also see this with Snape. Who came from an abusive home and Dumbledore didn’t really care much for him. An example of this is when he chooses not to punish Sirius for The Whomping willow prank. Then when Snape lost Lily (by his own actions), Dumbledore saw someone he could use. Someone that didn’t have much to lose and could be easily used. We see this when Snape doesn’t get punished for working closely with Voldemort, being a death eater, and being responsible for the death of the Potter’s. He should’ve gotten decades in Azkaban yet Dumbledore let him slide so that he could be useful.

Everyone is a means to an end to Dumbledore. Everyone. I could go on, talking about Newt Scamander, Hagrid, Firenze. We could sit here and argue about the good Dumbledore brought. But to do that, we’d also have to talk about the blood on his hands. How many children needed to die or be orphaned for his “grand scheme” to happen? Emmeline Vance who was betrayed to death eaters and killed? Dorcas Meadowes, who was personally killed by Voldemort?Marlene McKinnon who lost her entire family and her life in the same night? James Potter, Lily Evans, Cedric Diggory, Colin Creevey, etc? Sirius Black, who tried to be good and different from his family yet ended up unfairly in Azkaban with the lot of them? Remus Lupin and Tonks. How many children needed to be traumatized? Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood? Ginny Weasley who had her mind invaded and violated and used like a puppet for almost a full year? Teddy Lupin who grew up orphaned?

[stephspurs]

A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

Hi besties - here is part 6! We are officially halfway through this fic! Part 6 sees friendships blossom, situationships struggle, and cheeky intercontinental facetime chats! I hope you all are enjoying it as much as i am! I love hearing from you after you've read it! Love always, Steph xx

Part 6 | parte sesta

warnings; a couple of tugs on the heartstrings (in both the best and worst ways)

word count; 2301

writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter.

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Amelia had been back in Turin for a week or so, settling back into her city apartment had been more difficult than she anticipated as she was now alone for the first time in more than 2.5 months. It wasn’t very often, but sometimes she did miss the companionship of having a boyfriend. She missed someone to have breakfast with, to watch movies under the covers, to bring to official events. She still did all of these things, with a date, that was a friend, that sometimes maybe crept beyond the friendship zone and into the we shouldn’t be doing this but it feels so good zone.

Fede was someone that hung around Amelia like a fly to sugar. She enjoyed the attention most of the time. She appreciated his friendship, wisdom, talent and intellect. He could hold a conversation, talk to her about the arts, sell her the dream. She even didn’t mind it when they did cross that line a few times. Long afternoons and even longer nights spent wrapped up together in his bed sheets, her bathtub, his kitchen, her lounge room...you get the point. It was almost as though the two were in a committed relationship - committed being the operable word.

Fede wanted Amelia all to himself, and she was just that - available to him and for him whenever he wished, which was often. That’s what confused Amelia most, he didn’t want to label their situationship. He was happy to be ‘friends’ outside the four walls of their respective homes, but lovers when the curtains were drawn. She would maybe understand if he was elusive, always going out and on his phone but he wasn’t. He spent all of his time with her, there wouldn't have been enough hours left in the day if he separated those he spent with her from those he spent alone.

The Juventus players noticed this behaviour early on, seeing a noticeable difference in the way their number 33 paid attention to their tactical sessions. How he was turning up to the training centre early, with an extra piccolo for the english member of their coaching staff. Federico claimed he was helping Amelia brush up on her Italian, but having an Italian-born mother who insisted on sharing her culture with her kids, meant she was pretty much fluent in the language before arriving in Turin. His teammates weren’t stupid and neither was she.

This was the one area of her life where Amelia felt comfortable to go with the flow, she didn’t need to prepare or overthink anything to do with the charming Italian boy from Firenze. She let him take it at his own pace, she was in no need to rush. She let him take her home to meet his Nonna, she spent quality alone time with his dogs when he’s running late from training, and that’s a rare occasion being that it’s normally her there after him and he hangs back to drive them both home.

Everything was progressing at his pace, and the moment Amelia just asks for some clarification on the situation, he would get visibly stressed. He wanted to have his cake and eat it too. And for a long time he could, he had Amelia's attention and affection at Juve, he even had it during their european campaign. At the end of the tournament, when they all broke up for their summer breaks, Fede conveniently waited until their final round in the shower, if you know what i mean, before pulling her into bed and having a heart to heart with her.

Amelia thought that she was finally getting the clarification that she was after, which in a way she did. Fede spoke whimsical words about how she makes him feel wanted and understood, and in turn he told her about the affects he knew he had on her. It was a conversation that would turn Shakespeare to a pile of rose petals. In the end, he told her that he wanted to continue what they had just how they had been doing it. And so, that's exactly how they left it. No labels. Friends outside of the four walls of their apartments. That was all Amelia needed to be able to enjoy her family holiday in Mykonos, guilt free, not missing the man that became the equivalent of her shadow.

The constant company she had in Mykonos compared to what she was experiencing in Turin made her more eager to return to work than she had previously. Of course, there are group chats and facetimes and phone calls throughout the days that kept her occupied, but she was missing the boys and her brother. Her friendship with Kyle was back to its old ways, memes being shared across the european continent, long phone calls to talk about their problems. Kyle knew all about the Fede x Amelia situation, Amelia having given him the sparknotes version over a wine filled zoom session one evening that same week. Their pre-seasons hadn’t gone back yet so they were able to indulge in a bit of vino, guilt free.

She was surprised about the constant contact, or lack thereof, that some of the boys had maintained with her. Ben Chilwell hadn’t once messaged or instagrammed the girl, despite being active in their group chats and liking her holiday pictures on instagram. He even made the rookie error of liking a picture so far down on her instagram, there was no way to explain his need for being there. She messaged him a couple times, assuming he just got busy with whatever he was doing, but there was radio silence on the other end.

A friendship she was surprised had blossomed so well, considering their flirtatious start to life, was with that of Jack Grealish and Tyrone Mings. There had been more facetimes than she could count between herself and the two villa boys. Whether it was Tyrone telling her about a book he had finished that he thought she would enjoy, or Jack asking her how to cook dinner, maybe even them both cooking dinner together - of course she had to have a later dinner to be able to do so, with the time difference and all...and there was no way Jack was going to be having dinner an hour early “athlete’s schedule an all tha ya’know” he would smirk down the camera, brummie accent on full display.

She met Tyrone through Jack, he facetimed the girl for outfit advice one night before going out with the tall defender and the pair hit it off. Both giving Jack the fashion advice he needed but didn’t want to hear (a Gucci two piece tracksuit set is never the answer). Tyrone immediately noticed a certain attention to detail being applied by his fellow number 10, to the tactics that were being put forward by the girl that was far too good at her job. His training was improving, his set pieces having a certain amount of flare. There was also a lack of attention being paid from Jack to other girls. Instead, much preferring to spend the evening at home watching the same netflix series as Amelia so that he could discuss it with her the next day, or better yet, at the same time.

As pre-season had commenced, Amelia had been applying the same tactics that she developed (and that obviously worked) throughout the European campaign to her Juventus club level. Having faith in the four men that were with her and the Azzurri to ensure that their other teammates were completing them accurately. It appears that her skill was widely recognised, having a few missed calls and voice messages left from English telephone numbers that she was yet to listen to. In all seriousness, she was nervous to listen to them. Worried that they would make her an offer she couldn’t refuse. A wise person once told her that you shouldn’t make any decisions whilst you're at the top of your happy, or the bottom of your sad. You should make important decisions when your life is at its constant. It's very easy to accept things that you wouldn’t normally when you're at the peak of your mood, just as easy as it is to forget the bigger picture when you're down. Who knew Kyle Walker was so wise.

“So, i’ve got a bit of a dilemma” She spoke down to her facetime camera one evening in early August.

“Hit me with it darlin’” Jack spoke back to her, getting his dinner utensils out so that they could cook together again. He didn’t like not being prepared for her tutorial, he got stressed if she added pepper and his pepper was still in his pantry. Each afternoon, when it was agreed upon what they would be cooking together that evening, she sent him a list of what he would need out on his bench to complete the meal.

“I’ve missed a few calls from English teleco numbers this last week or so”

“Ok? Do you think they’re scams? You’re beautiful Amelia but I don't think it's actually an Egyptian prince on the other end that wants to offer you 250k in exchange for your paypal info…”

“Ha ha very funny - that was one time ok and he wasn’t a Prince, he was claiming to be an investment banker and wanted to help me start up my portfolio-ANYWAY JACK I WAS 16! God just forget I even told you that story” Amelia barked down facetime, now pausing what she was doing to point at the British boy with her wooden spoon, the same way her mother would to her when she was being cheeky. All she was met with was boisterous laughter.

“Nah i’m only joking, continue with your story.”

“I began to listen to the start of one and it was a talent acquisition manager for one of the premier league clubs, offering me a job” Amelia said as she continued to stir her pasta. Tonight they were making penne arrabiata. She received no reply from the boy. Looking down to her camera to check the call was still active, she saw him looking at the camera with a serious expression.

“Are you going to tell me what the problem is before I start to get excited that you’re going to be living within driving distance from me? Oh god i’ve just realised - was it from Villa? You could be even closer than I imagined” Jack started to ramble, getting over excited with the prospect of being so close to the girl that he could physically hang out with her, instead of virtually.

“Jack calm down, I didn't listen long enough to find out what club he was from. I have 5 more just like it waiting in my inbox.”

“What's the problem then Mils?” Jack could see the girl had apprehension written all over her face.

“I’m just nervous that they're going to tell me everything I've always wanted to hear. That they’re going to make me an offer I can't refuse and I have to leave my life here.” Their pasta was ready to be dished up now, so the girl poured herself a glass of red wine and got herself comfy on her couch.

“Come on, play the messages and i’ll listen to them with you, be your voice of reason,” Jack offered the girl.

“I should probably call Tyrone, you’re just going to reject every club that isn’t Villa.” she laughed before switching facetime to her laptop, moving to the floor of her lounge room and resting her elbows on her coffee table. With the phone near the screen of her mac, she began to play the messages.

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“Hi Amelia, Shaun here from Newcastle United-” “As if you’d waste your talents at Newcastle”

“Jack! That's horrible! At least i know i already look good in the black and white striped kit”

“No, not happening. Next”

“Amelia, Hope you don’t mind but I got your number off of one of my players who knows you. Long story short, we have a position here are Arsenal” “Bloody Bukayo, needs to keep his silky mitts off ya”

“Jack, give it a rest or i’m calling Tyrone”

“Amelia White, Greg here from Aston Villa Football Club” “Get in Greggles!! That's it, stop listening, you’re taking this one”

“I need to listen to them all Jack”

“So, you’ll consider Villa?”

“I’ll consider all of them”

“You’d really go to Arsenal? Aren’t you a Spurs supporter? Shocking stuff”

“Ok maybe not all of them”

“Ciao Amelia, Mario here from Chelsea Football Club - I’ve heard nothing but good things about you. We could really use you here at Chelsea next season. Give me a call when you get a spare moment to discuss the opportunity”

“What? Nothing to say to this one, Jack?”

“Nah, sounds ok. You deserve to showcase your skills at a big club like Chelsea. And besides, you’ll have Jorginho there to look after you. Come on, next one”

“It’s the last one actually”

“Amelia, we’ve got a fantastic opportunity here at Manchester City for someone with your skill set. It would be a massive advantage to have your tactical insight to the game coupled alongside the fantastic leadership we’ve already got at the club”. “Holy shit, Pep called you himself? Kyle Walker really knows how to pull strings when he wants something”

“I am overwhelmed”

“Hey, you don’t need to make any decisions right now. Sleep on it, talk it over with your family. Speak to Jorgi, I know you’re close with him. And just let me know when you decide to pick Villa so i can start house huntin’ for ya”

“Night Jack, speak soon”

“Sleep tight darlin’, speak to ya tomorrow”

Part 7. | settima parte

[saharzahids]

Starkid Rewatch: A Very Potter Sequel 🧙‍♂️✨

Lucius malfoy: dramatic king

COREYYY

They're both so dramatic bless them

I can't watch this without immediately thinking of the rogues medley

He marries ginny, they live happily ever after, there is literally no way to move forward from this point

Platform 9 and 3/4? There ain't no such thing. You are the 700th kid to ask me that today

Nick so very rarely plays a character on stage but every time he does its glorious

He doesn't know what a moogle is

Ron's entry into the train carriage is comedy gold and totally underrated tbh

Why does crookshanks have a tiger head

Hermione's hair here is more accurate than anything the movies did

Her-My-One

I'm not dangerous and I'm not homeless...anymore

SCARFYYY

Can we please remember that ron is canonically bicurious? 💖💜💙

There he is again. That bastard.

Joey is mouthing out all of dumbledore's lines its adorable

Her-Mee-One

Joe as umbridge looks like a jacked up barbie doll

I heard one time a dementor kissed her, and it died

HE HAS THE RANGE

I am wo-man, hear me SMASH

Herman

saemus and dean are adorable

What is the best song in the trilogy you ask? Why it's hermione can't draw

Want to go look at the full moon with me? Ha ha zombie

He's just narrating the plot of IT 😂

Hermana-nana

Hermana

Hermana-nana-noy

Her-may-nee

Hermano

Hermana

Hermoingo-oingo-boingo

Hermana-mana-nana

Hermano nucleosis

Herman monster

Appreciation for firenze's tiny horse butt

And for whatever ron is doing with his back

That's bambi's mom

You're not my son FORESHADOWINGGG

SIRIUS BLAAACK! SIRIUS BLAAACK! oh, checkmate. SIRIUS BLAAACK!

They are boyfriends 👬

I'll ignore that some of you are late, if you ignore that I'm the latest

I love how they all step up to protect hermione

True love is conveying your affection through spiderman metaphors

We're the backup death eaters. Union sent us over.

Its stuck on there with magic 😂

Nick is laughing through his entire peter pettigrew parts i love him

Dracula Falmoy

Well there goes the elder wand

Appreciation for James's choreography in stutter

Yaxley is amazing

IT'S CAUSE YOU'RE A FUCKING ELF

Sirius casually sliding offstage

Ah yes the infamous hogwarts jaguar

Rita's hair is literally an upside down ice cream cone

Luna's turnip earrings

Awww sorty and scarfy just got engaged

[Looks into camera] redvines?

[randombtsprincessa]

People are not ready for this conversation but Harry Potter is not THE BEST AND GREATEST SERIES out there. It is "A" very well plotted, well written and well received series because we all read it at a pivotal moment of our lives. Magic, sorcery, boarding and an evil overlord are not new concepts created by her. There are the same stories, same concept and better written tales out there.

With the HP generation growing up, with MY generation growing up, it is obvious that JKR has issues, and multiple reading of the books (lbr I have nothing better to do rn) reveal those issues each and every time.

A) The Abuse

JKR is an abuse survivor. Her story, her grit. Yet, she weaves a tale and has ENCOURAGED abuse of an infant. Her reasoning or Dumbledore's is easy. He/she needed a broken child, alone who could be made to rely on a sole man to trust who ended up betraying him and misleading him multiple times. It's a cult classic grooming. Hence why Sirius and Remus were distanced from him. No parent would want their child to die for the reason of avenging them. Sirius and Remus would've raised Harry believing he was more important than a suicide mission that might not have been successful. A loved and protected child isn't easy to manipulate.

B) The Bullying

Hogwarts as a school that doesn't tolerate "thievery" should also discourage bullying. Foregoing Snape being an active DE there is no excuse for what James and co did to him. Also there is no excuse for the movies portraying every single child hell-bent on bullying Harry.

C) Demeaning of Characters

JKR uses her self insert to demean and belittle her own Characters. Yes, I'm looking at you Ginny and Hermione and Dumbledore. At least mostly. Luna, Fleur, George and Fred, Ron, Lavender, Parvati, Trelawney, Firenze, Cho, Sirius, Elves, Kreacher, Petunia are all examples.

D) Faux Feminism

This speaks for itself. Two girls matter the most to JKR, that's the love interests. And she uses them to put down girls she "finds ditzy". Even Luna is used to further the plot of Hermione and how ol Ron was being MEAN to her.

E) Family? What Family?

A disturbing point of the story is how JKR cannot write love. Maybe it's due to her age and writing romance for minors is awkward, but Hinny was not believable. She used Ginny to imbibe Harry into the Weasley clan, which washes aside Harry and Ron's brotherhood and is an insult to Molly. Same for Hermione. I can't see a smart ass street smart Ron liking living with "you have an emotional range of a teaspoon" Granger. Bickering is a basis of that relationship. That's all amazing when it's new and growing. But marrying your high school sweetheart for the banter gets old when you're war torn and in your fifties.

Also if Molly can put down Sirius and exert herself over Harry then she's not mother of the year. She is awful to Fleur, indirectly encouraged Ginny behaving terribly.

F) Disturbing allegories

Read it though, you'll find it.

G) Lack of Representation

Okay, a lack of characters in a particular sect is up to a writer, I'll allow it. But when you HAVE said characters and are unwilling to show them as you say they are...that's a problem.

H) Her offshoots.

Fantastic Beasts is a timeline catastrophe. All the events (big, impactful ones) have no mention in HP. If FB was written in 1900s then what were the students studying for Care of Magical Creatures then? We have fanfiction dating back before FB came you know. You may have changed your information now but those writers still have canon facts. You can't lie to me, if it's online it's easy to find.

Cursed Child. The point of the Horcruxes were to strip one of humanity. If lust and sexual desire is off the table and if Voldy lost all his extremities, how the hell - you know what, I'm not going there.

I) Plot holes

If The lestrange line died out from where did Rodolphus and Rabastan pop out from? And no, don't tell me there were remaining Lestranges around because if there were Senor VENGEANCE would've found them.

J) Age discrepancies

If Eileen and Tom were in school together, and then Walburga and folks were with them, how did the age of Snape, Bellatrix, Sirius and Lestranges work out?

All in all I have problems with the stories and JKR won't answer my questions. She's probably blocked me by now.

Courtesy to her new book plot and why even if it's an intriguing plot, seeing as it was already done by Insidious, I'm pretty sure she's gonna not make it at all like my expectations.

[sol-futura-est]

When I finally step into my room, I unlace my shoes, undo my jumpsuit, and strip almost naked, save for my boxers. On my desk, besides the dim lamp, is at least four or five stacks of journals, most unread, organized from the formation of the first republic, to the modern era, but I only read about the recent wars more closely. I had returned all but a few of the ones of the beginning. What was open and waiting was Lawrence di Firenze’s account of his movement from Mesopotamia to Saint Petersburg, after fighting numerous skirmishes and enlisting the help of men on the path, he defied the orders of the senate and abandoned a quiet sector in favor of facing the fire, predicting the enemy’s advances as if he knew them more than anyone else. When he arrived to relieve his brother, and routing the siege, he was widely considered by people from east and west to be more than a mere tribune, but a hero worth talking about.

"Today marks the first of February, 2236. I’ve personally, let alone commanded the death of, killed so many of these machines and zealots that I’m beginning to view this war as something eternal, something worth finishing sooner than later. Araasi, the elected chief of the armies and political mastermind of the Svarogovist war machine, has laid siege to the great city of Petrograd, Saint Petersburg, Leningrad, whichever you prefer. As I already made clear to the senate, and the consul, he intends to take the city for the rail lines and airstrips that tie it to the rest of Eastern Europe and north into Finland and Scandinavia. I was ridiculed. I was told he would be stupid to challenge my brothers forces to open combat while entrenched in the city, and that I should take my horsemen and my commandos to greater effect in waiting for another attack from the Caspian Sea, or a new set of tunnels in northern Persia to burst. Despite my track record, despite my national appeal, from Mongols, Sikhs, Latins, Intermarians, even among my auxiliaries from even farther parts of the world, the senate, a handful of men, refuse.

It’s too bad I’m already here, on the banks of the sea to the west, encamped, ready to give the order to advance across the south and give my brother some relief. My chief lieutenant, my divisional legate, is still young. His aptitude is unquestionable, but he’s deeply afraid, almost embarrassingly so. He insists that I’m insane for using my horsemen like I do. I always ask him who won at Sinjar, in Central Asia, or even further back, in Kunduz, or Khalistan. Every time he just shudders, calls me old fashioned. I always tell him that it isn’t the implement, it’s the organization, it’s the application, the details. He insists that my ways will get me killed. In my eyes, this is why I’ve been so successful. Twenty years ago, my adoption and adaptation of coursers was laughed at, until we pushed Araasi’s predecessor into battle and killed him. For the first time in three hundred years, horsemen marched on city streets as heroes. My brother was amazed. He even told me before we deployed that his power armor would be the new knights of old, that I could not be in the spotlight as he hoped. After, it was as if he was seeing horses for the first time. Part of me wishes it was him, that the future, the grand spectacle of old books, where man fought different enemies, with suits of steel powered by space age technology. Little did I know we still used rifles and bows and lances, swords, knives, we even fought in hand to hand ambushes. Those were grand times.

Araasi still has us outnumbered two to one. Most of his other forces are south of us, dealing with Roland in the Caucasus, and the Sikhs further still.  All I have to stop is this one individual, and when this front collapses, I can end the war completely. If I end it, that’s just gonna exacerbate what certain voices are already shouting in the west.

It isn’t just youths who want me to take the mantle of dictator for some time, but even a lot of the men and women my age. Rumors that the senate gamed things after the first war, and allowed this one to happen, and my zeal against the enemy, it all makes these folks wish I was the one making decisions, not men who once upon a time were my peers. 

These dreams of mine are always alight with the same scene. I’m charging headlong through a valley of fire, against frightened machines, mutilated and disformed men, lowering my rifle and gunning them down. But I can see my horse and myself alight, in golden flame, as if the sunlight was pouring out of me. I can feel the horse galloping fast, the thrusting push of my rifle, even the fear through the air from the demons in front me. 

But it goes black suddenly, and I can’t wake up for a few moments. When I wake up, I feel as if the fire had only just gone out, as if Sol was trying to tell me something, but I cannot be sure. I want to believe that his is truly with me, that he was there when my father crossed the alps to take Bern, I want to believe not only that the republic is chosen, but many men themselves, but should I be afraid?"

Almost abruptly, the entry closes. Two weeks later he enclosed Araasi on a field and both of them died in the ensuing battle. Lawrence was found and carried out, Araasi was apparently either mutilated or simply drug back to the underground cities, entombed in whatever strange way they did things.

Specifically, it was this tale that caught my thoughts in moments like this. Two weeks after he penned this, he died. More than that, I know nothing of the man’s ripples in the lake of what remained. My body shivered trying to imagine what that battle was like, how it ensued beyond the tide of time, how the memory that existed on paper was so that the memories of those that adored him could feel his heartbeat through the letters. When I folded the tome and set it down again, next to one of Tarquin’s journals from the first war, I remembered reading it for the first time seven years ago, slowly, each night when one page became ten, ten became twenty or thirty. Mortimer told me once when there was a book or a movie the owners of this place didn’t want a fighter to see in his possession, that he got sent to a mining colony in the Urals. One of the few mandated by the senate, but operated by what used to be Svarogovist refugees. Those were my bedtime horror stories. Mortimer let his hate sew into me from youth on. When I’m stuck here, I can’t know if that’s true.

If the night was going to last forever, I might stay up, read more, but there’s not much reason to. Tomorrow always comes. When I slip under the thin blanket on my bed, I drift closer and closer to sleep as the dim lamp lights my desk, but not revealing the far off corner I was in. Each ride of the waves as they came onto me dragged me into the current, until suddenly…

Stop.

I know it’s a dream, but when I open my eyes again, I’m no longer in the arena, and somehow, I know I’m no longer in Karelia. When I stand, My feet are buried in flowing grass, and my ears can hear the faint whistle of the draft wrapping around me, and in front of me is emptiness, as far as I can see. All there are is rolling hills, the same I have seen every so often in my dreams. If I do dream, it’s lucid, just like this, just as if I can see and feel every little thing in some far off place I’ve never been to. The sun is always at dawn, gleaming rays striking firm into an endless horizon beyond the human imagination, a light that always inflicts on you the fury of comfort, of confidence. Nothing here can hurt you, nothing here is imperfect. Sparse trees and shrubs, hills that come in waves, glimmering dew, glistening blue sky, it all comes together to paint one picture, serene, perfect. Mountains afar stand taller than the ones here in Karelia, and faintly, from the north, is the smell of the ocean, riding the wind. Urban stench, sound, and surefound idiocy are gone. This isolation, the temporal, spiritual, physical isolation is not uncommon to me, but my own life, and I thrive within the quiet moments, where all that is left is to either think or lie down and breathe.

The first time I heard of a dream, I didn’t know what it was. When I found out that Mortimer knew I had dreams, he regrettably mentioned he knew nothing of the dreams I had. When I pried as a young kid, all he could do was shrug, and I came to think there was a local rarity within myself. When I found myself dreaming more than twice a week, I heard comments from the legionnaires, within their own conversations, and I’ve figured out that my dreams weren’t common, but still rare. I got lucky that day hearing that conversation; it helped me not be so afraid of being alone here. At first, all I could do was hope the shadows around trees were the light dancing. Eventually all I learned was that fear is a beast that starves without your hand to feed it, and this world was nobody’s but mine. In domineering it, I domineered the one part I could control.

When all you hear is the wind whipping, every little noise becomes another sound against the background, water running, grass flowing, trees groaning and twisting, and eventually, your own heart becomes an addition to the symphony. I didn’t want anything here. I never wanted more than this, but in my heart, I was curious for more. Every nagging thought, asking if this is all life is, was at times too much. Those nights I would wake up, pace my room, maybe even exhaust myself with two or three hundred push ups until the pain distracted me, and when I finally slept, my eyes simply stared at the absence. Every time I woke, rested or not, I went about my day.

But the questions would stay for night after night until the quiet of my mind returned, and when I finally went back to the dream, to the rolling hills I now sit in, encapsulated by walls of granite on one end, and the endless ocean on another. Each air into my lungs was rhythmic, patterned, as if I was breathing with the earth, with the wind, and no longer was I so detached for a few moments. Even as the hours drew on, the dawn never rose to the day, and the dew never rose up. 

Soon enough, my visage faded more and more, as if there was a great weight on me, and just as it began, my eyes shut.

Stop.

[keyflight790]

What got you into Drarry? Had you read or written fanfic for other fandoms before you got into HP? Do you speak any languages besides English? When and how did your love for Neville arise? Andddd how did you come up with the idea to create your foamy friends? ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hiii!!!!

The Critiquer by @dysonrules written for the @hd-fan-fair - I was taken aback by how much FEELS i had for two characters I never really considered together, and then I was mad hooked. I think I read Starts with a Spin next, and then Running on air, and then Turn, and then We Open at the Close, and it went from there!!! It was Tami that got me on the discord, and then I found this weird family that I love so much!

I read The Office Fanfic first, I was a big PB&J fan. Then dramione, then drarry. And now I read almost every pairing, including Firenze x the Whomping Willow that Jay dropped today!

A little german, but only enough to embarrass me

I had a bit of a sexual awakening when I saw Oliver Wood on the big screen, not going to lie. It was LIFE CHANGING, but then in movie Seven, Neville walked through that picture frame, and MY GOD was it the hottest moment of the entire series. It took my breath away. And then he kills the snake? I cannot, it’s just too much. And then Safe Word is Devil’s Snare with Dom NEVILLE just sealed every crush I ever had on the character. Whew. 

OHH! @julcheninred makes these amazing paperarts (as you know) and shes just so talented, and opened my eyes to the fact that art doesn’t have to be just pen or digital art, and I rushed to the craft store and bought foam and just...did it! So thanks to Jules, we have weird foamies doing all kinds of kinky and floofy things!

Thanks for the ask Marina!!!!

[fakemuggle529-blog]

"HARRY DID YOU PUT YOUR NAME IN THE GOBLET OF FIRE?!?!"

I could go on for days about the differences between the HP books and the movies (just ask my wife). 7 books, 8 movies, 4 directors, 2 screenplay writers, a myriad of actors or varying levels of talent, but this 1 line haunts every single Harry Potter fan. One comment about this line was "we're never going to get over this, are we?" That one comment sparked this post, which was originally meant to be a list of my least favorite movie moments and why.

But Harry Potter is my favorite subject, and my rant about this became a separate post to answer that rhetorical question.

Simply put, no, we're not going to get over it. But why won't we?

As with any adaptation, since the world isn't ready for a 10 hour movie based on 1 book, bits and pieces of the Harry Potter books needed to be cut out. (I'd be down for that movie, but I digress)

Things like the Draco/Pansy romance, Rita Skeeter being an unregistered Animagus, or winning the Quidditch cup ultimately don't have an impact on the plot of "evil wizard finds path to immortality, boy wizard must stop him with the help of his friends," so they can get cut pretty easily.

Even things like the Marauders' full moon adventures and creation of the Map, Umbridge setting the dementors on Harry, and Neville's parents' fate are secondary material, meant to give more weight to the main story:

- The world would still be in mortal danger without four teenagers creating a map of their school, but that map helped stop that danger;

- Umbridge would still be a cruel bitch if we hadn't known she sent the dementors, but that tidbit show her own demented state of mind and how far she'll go to get what she wants.

- and we'd still want Voldemort dead even if we'd never heard of Neville Longbottom, because we've seen the impact he had on Harry. The info about the Longbottoms just gives more depth to the characters involved.

But regardless of what they left out, the basics stayed the same: "evil wizard finds path to immortality, boy wizard must stop him with the help of his friends" continued, except the written version had more information than the visual. The fans already knew what was missing, so our brains filled it in for us. And leaving out that bit of info for the adaptation process allowed people who hadn't read the books to know what was going on and how the information fit together, even if they had less information than the fans.

(I think of the miniseries Chernobyl, when the general asks how a nuclear reactor works. He gets a bare bones explanation, and can parrot it back to his subordinates later. He might not me able to do the math or understand all of the technical jargon, but that simple explanation has given him enough info to get things going.)

As the movies progressed, we saw more and more get left out since the books only got longer, or more in depth, or both which each new addition, but no matter what, that skeleton was still there, "evil wizard finds path to immortality, boy wizard must stop him with the help of his friends." And the 'friends' part was even more accurate with supporting characters!

Hermione was the nerd from the books, Ron was the goofy best friend, Neville was the underdog, Draco was the bully!

Every single character was fitting their book counterparts perfectly, they just couldn't be as in depth in this medium!

Lucius was the oily bastard you knew he was, Sirius was the Godfather who wanted to be there but couldn't, Bellatrix was the psychotic fanatic who'd do anything to earn Voldemort's praise, Dumbledo--

And that's where the similarities stop.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore is a lot of things: he's the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot (the Wizard High Court), honoree of the highest medal of Honor possible for Wizards, one of the most notable contributors to the field of alchemy, and from what I understand a PHENOMENAL dancer.

He's human, and fallible like any other human, but he is definitely not stupid.

Just in book 1, before Ms. Rowling had even gotten into her stride as a storyteller, we see Dumbledore:

Send Harry to the safest place possible; watch over him as much as possible; send updated owls to Harry with every change of address; send Hagrid as the most friendly way to introduce Harry to his true world; Send Harry the invisibility cloak as a connection to his dad; say that he 'doesn't need a cloak to become invisible;' RETURN the cloak after Harry lost it; and turned around on his trip to London on some intuition, barely managing to save Harry's life.

While he might not be the warmest of people, probably due to a tendency to think too deeply, Dumbledore shows the strongest of power when he needs to fight, the quickest of words when he needs to talk, and what seems to be a clear sense of right and wrong (the waters get a little murky with that last one, but he stands up for what he sees is wrong, regardless of what he thought at 18), and a calm dignity, even while getting his feathers ruffled.

And that's exactly why this gets under our skin so much.

As fans of the books, we see Dumbledore do it all, in great detail. Even that infamous line is ended with "he asked CALMLY" (All Caps is my addition). We see Dumbledore:

-sit next to an 11-year old who nearly died recently and promise to some day tell him about the first time he nearly died as an infant AT THE HANDS OF THE SAME GUY... Calmly, because this is a conversation he's been dreading for years, so he's prepared.

- hire a clear fraud just to fill his staff; have two 12-year olds crash an illegal flying car into a living tree AND talk down the teacher that wanted to skin them alive; deal with an unknown threat that was attempting to kill his students; get forcibly removed from the school, only return ready to console grieving parents AND watch the same 12 year olds from earlier emerge from an unfindable chamber WITH the 11 year old who was thought to be dead....calmly, because he's lost loved ones, and he knows what it is to grieve.

- Hire a werewolf; keep that a secret from his students, their parents, and maybe even the government; and have two 13 year olds illegally time travel to save an animal an a convicted felon...calmly, because an innocent man's life is important.

- Host a death tournament specially designed to 'not kill;' and slowly watch a plot to revive to worst wizard ever unfold before his eyes....calmly, because he didn't have all of the information yet.

- Get slandered by the entirety of the government, and forcibly removed from his position in the Courts; have a government spy forced onto his staff; purposefully pissed her off; evade arrest and go on the lam...calmly, because he knows he's right, and the truth will out. THEN come back, fight every Death Eater in the ministry, fight Voldemort, convince the government not to arrest him, then talk Harry through his Godfather's death....calmly, because he knows he messed up, he even says that Harry show be so much angrier, and 'please, by all means, destroy my possessions'.

- Find out he's dying; find out there's a hit on him; recruit an old colleague, and use Harry as a means to reveal a crucial part of Voldemort's past, which he's been teaching to Harry all year; find a horcrux as well as pass on as much info about them as possible; AND get psychologically tortured mere moments before being murdered....

- AND, postmortem, we find out that Dumbledore has been playing pretty much everybody, but especially Harry....calmly, because for once, it really was "the greater good."

But he was fun loving too, maybe childishly so due to the fact that he had to grow up so fast.

- Some of His first words after Harry starts school are, "Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! And tweak!"

- He did what was best for the school AND Firenze by hiring the centaur, but he clearly enjoyed shoving it in Umbridge's face.

- and let's not forget the night he picked Harry up front Privet Drive. He obviously made those glasses hit the Dursleys as some small payback for how they treated Harry.

That's Dumbledore. Serious, wise, and seriously wise, with a penchant for mischief.

The movie Dumbledore gave none of that, especially with that terrible, terrible reading of that line.

That one line changed the entire character of Albus Dumbledore. Instead of the cool, calm, and collected man he always was, he lost control. In front of his foreign and governmental guests nonetheless. That would never happen to Dumbledore. He's seen the signs, and can tell something is up. That's WHY he hired "Mad-Eye."

Even that stupid Christmas scene added to the HBP movie, as much as I freaking HATE it, doesn't CHANGE anything. The Death Eaters attack and for some reason burn the house down. Boo hoo. Nobody gets hurt, nobody dies, the house is back to normal the next movie. No big deal. They just wanted to add to the drama some, instead of the usual deduction from the cuts.

This change is why we hate SO many other adaptations, or "cuts" as they call them.

-Those of us who are old enough to remember will freaking riot over the "Han shot first" argument, because we knew that there was no way in hell Han would sit and let Greedo take a shot at him, ESPECIALLY since they freaking showed it first, then changed it later.

-It's why we all hate M. Night. Shyamalan's fucking guts, because he took the single greatest cartoon masterpiece ever created, and tried to make it better. The one scene that sticks out to me is when they're trying to escape the earth-bending prison camp. First, they had to be removed from the land entirely, or their pride would cause a rebellion instantly; second, 6 benders did what we see Toph do her first lesson as a blind toddler. Unlike Lucas, Shyamalan wasn't trying to appease anyone. He just wanted a name for himself, so he decided to take on the most popular cartoon ever. Pass or fail, he has that fame now.

Some of the fault might lie with the director, or possibly even the actor himself. Michael Gambon is a respected actor, and probably had a sense for how the character would play, even if that sense might not have been based in the books. Couple that with multiple directors by this point, multiple actors having playing Dumbledore, and the books still gradually coming out, and the information and range for the character of Dumbledore might have been quite limited.

And let's not forget those cuts that needed to be made. With a shorter story comes a need to get the information across faster.

Instead of mulling it over for a moment while the rest of the group argues (and probably for a good year or so by this point), and calmly asking Harry if he entered himself in the tournament, the quick explosion both saves time by cutting the opening argument AND gives the audience a cue for suspense. They know something is wrong NOW, and they don't know what, but they'll find out as the people on screen do.

Personally, I believe that this system can be broken by a rather simple solution: TV show.

Instead of one movie, each book gets one Season, and every couple chapters or so gets an episode. I foresee problems as we get to the later books as opposed to the early one, since they start getting thick AF with GoF.

But I think the pros outweigh the cons.

-The locations for HP are actually incredibly limited. They pretty much go back and forth between the same dozen locations all seven books, so you could make sets to switch out whenever needed, and just reuse the exact same sets for seven straight years, with little to no change in between.

- We have all of the books now, and then some, and then some extra BS on top of that, and the plethora of headcanon out there, so we have more than enough information for every single thing about this place, excluding literal physical dimensions. Find a kid who looks like Harry, another actor who can flawlessly pull off Snape, and some old guy who wants to be goofy sometimes, and you've got gold.

- We could actually include the minor characters too. Peeves could pop in and out every few episodes, Dobby can play the role he was meant for, Kreacher can exist as more than 3 lines. The vanishing cabinet could actually be introduced in year 2, then addressed in Year 5, then revealed properly in year 6. Moaning Myrtle has her scenes, Bill Weasley has his, Tonks could be the most important female character besides Hermione or Ginny.....

Anyway, you get the picture. This whole thing was inspired by one comment, and I've been working on this for almost 6 hours now. Pretty sure I've worked harder in this post than any papers in high school...

Hollywood, if by some miracle you see this, I'll totally be a screen writer for the Harry Potter TV show. In the meantime, goodnight.

[the-potter-analyst]

Chapter 15 - The Forbidden Forest

Harry Potter and the Sacred Text word of the day: Regret

So much regret going around lol. I’ll start with a question the hosts of the podcast brought up: why do Harry and Hermione feel so much regret? They didn’t seem to be able to wrap their heads around what exactly the two feel regret over, but it didn’t seem that complicated to me? You have to remember that they’re still children who want to be good students, like Hermione is all about excelling at school and Harry just wants to belong in the wizarding world, so letting their house (and other houses) and McGonagall down must feel devastating, especially for the fact that they lost such an extreme amount of house points. And the House Cup seems to be the world to Hogwarts students at this point because Slytherin has reigned undefeated for so long, so Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff want more than anything to knock them from their throne. Harry and Hermione don’t regret helping Hagrid, he’s their friend and they’d always help him in a heart beat, but they feel immensely regretful for failing their house and the expectations they’re trying to uphold. It doesn’t feel to good to get punished when you had good intentions either, particularly for a child. And it doesn’t help that so many people gave them a hard time about it. What’s worse is that they can’t even tell the real reason of why they were in the Astronomy Tower without getting Hagrid into trouble too.

Speaking of the Astronomy Tower, why is it off limits except for classes? 🤔 

Regret and guilt are such weird emotions, because you can’t always explain the reason behind them and sometimes feel regret or guilt for things you had no control over. The hosts also talked about the dead unicorn and how Harry described the sight as having “never seen anything so beautiful and sad.” Sometimes we feel regretful for death when we had nothing to do with what happened. Is it regret for not having intervened or done something about it? I’m not an expert in how to deal with regret and guilt, but I think one way is remembering that things like that... aren’t really your responsibility I guess. Sometimes stuff happens that are out of our control and we have to find ways to make peace with that. Maybe it’s acceptance, maybe it takes creative form, maybe it’s action to prevent meaningless tragedies from happening in the future.

One thing that doesn’t solve those feelings is to stop doing the things that make you happy or are passionate about. Like for Hermione, she stopped trying to actively learn in an attempt to not draw attention to herself. Harry almost quit the Quidditch team if Oliver didn’t reprimand him for trying to do so. This is just a reminder that not doing something you love because of guilt will do more harm than good in the long run. If the guilt is tied to something else, I cannot stress enough the importance of seeing a professional. Even if it isn’t, seeking therapy is always a good idea no matter what mental state you’re in.

That... went more deep than I was planning to, so uh, let’s talk a little about Neville instead. He has such subtle moments of growth but at the same time they’re HUGE developments. Just the other chapter, he needed a pep talk about belonging in Gryffindor and almost immediately after he stood up to Draco. And now, he’s even going out at night just to warn Harry and Hermione about what Draco was planning. This is the same kid who was afraid to wait outside Gryffindor Tower because of the Bloody Baron roaming around!

Hermione was ever the logical person by suggesting that the should go to Dumbledore about the stone (and should’ve gone to earlier). She’s right, especially on the matter of Norbert because I know for sure that Dumbledore wouldn’t harm Hagrid, even if the trio didn’t know it at the time. But what Harry replied with made me stop: who do you think they’ll believe, him or us? And that got me thinking about how so often do children not go to adults because they think that what they say will be brushed aside and trivialized or thought to be a flat out lie. There are so many things wrong with society, and the fact that children can’t trust adults is one of them. Us adults have failed as guardians, teachers, confidants, etc if we can’t even provide our children a safe space to speak their minds.

Onto more story related things I went deep again, not only was Mars mentioned as being bring while in the Forbidden Forest, the Moon was too! So I looked up what they mean in astrology :D Mars is the planet of energy, action, and desire but it also rules our animal instincts for aggression, anger, and survival. In more immediate matters, this probably refers to Voldemort killing unicorns and drinking their blood, but centaurs are prophetic creatures, they look at the big picture. Mars being bright could also point to the Second Wizarding War, where much of the forest was affected and where Harry went to be killed. Ronan also says “always the innocent are the first victims” which makes me think of the random disappearances of people right before and after Voldemort regained a body. The centaurs were also up in their feelings about Harry being in the forest and not interfering with the heavens. Hermione called divination “imprecise” which is an interesting way to put it, a negative spin on it being indefinite. The future can be foretold, but there’s never a definite answer on how and when. The centaurs may know “Harry Potter will face Voldemort in the forest and die” but they might not know when, which is why Bane freaked out about Firenze saving Harry. Oh I almost forgot about the moon lol. The moon represents our deepest personal needs, our basic habits and reactions, and our unconscious. It is reactionary, which is an interesting juxtaposition to Mars, and also it associated with the mother. If Voldemort is Mars, then Harry is probably the moon since the moon is about safety and security and he also has his mother’s protection charm. Lmao I also found this: When we are “acting out” our Moon, we are imaginative, creative, intuitive, sentimental, adaptable, introspective, and protective. On the negative side, we can be moody, restless, and irrational. If that ain’t Harry Potter 🤣

Small things:

I wonder if Harry and Hermione ever talked to Neville about why they were out of bed at night, especially to clear up the misunderstanding that McGonagall caused

What did McGonagall mean when she said that the school wasn’t safe at night “especially these days”? Is she talking about the potential thief out for the Sorcerer’s Stone?

Hermione’s replies to Ronan straight up seemed like stuff Harry would say lmao. Maybe he’s rubbing off on her

Quirrell was “slithering” around in his cloak lol

Also why the fuck is he crawling around like he’s in a horror movie. Like that scene already freaked me out as a child but if they showed him crawling out of the bushes I would never want to watch that scene again.

Shout out to Neville for doing what he was supposed to and sending red sparks when Draco scared him. And he successfully did so even when he was frightened!!

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Next: Chapter 16 - Through the Trapdoor

[menalliha]

Getaway Trip

Summary: Chris treats you to a trip of a life time and surprises you.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2.6K (Got carried away a bit)

Warning: Smut!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!!!

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long!! I had it started then it ended up on the back burner because of some personal issues! But here it is lovely!! I really hope you like it. I know my smut is like awful!! So please forgive me!   I requested a one shot of Chris and the reader in Rome, but now that I've been to Firenze and and I got this felling that the city is so romantic. Specially the Vechio Bridge with the jewellers stores. So if you haven't written yet, can you change it to Firenze instead of Rome? Like they walk through the bridge and all and maybe he bought her a ring or necklace or something? Cute, romantic and smut in the same one? Thank you so much.

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Florence was one of the places you have always wanted to go. It’s always beautiful. Venice is so beautiful as well as Rome.You never pressured Chris into going since he’s been busy with filming and such. You hated being a bother about traveling. You knew he was busy and didn’t have time to leave the country unless it was on business. But one day he surprised you.

You came home to a bunch of luggage packed by the door. Luggage that had your stuff in it. You unzipped and rummaged through the bags and saw mostly your things. Fear started to sit in. You two have been together for well over 2 years, almost 3 in a week. You always talked your issues out with each other.

“Chris… if this is your way of telling me to leave… I got the hint…” Setting your purse on the counter. You heard him upstairs in your bedroom making so much noise. You really hoped he was alone. You couldn’t take the pain of walking in on him having an affair. There were already rumors about him with all these women, him being a playboy and sleeping around. “Chris…” You yelled a bit louder than before. You swore you heard him swear followed by him running down the stairs.

“Hey baby! I didn’t expect you home so soon. I uh…” He turned his attention to the doorway. “You’re uh… you’re probably wondering about the uh… bags huh?” Running his hands through his hair, he was clearly out of breath and trying to play it cool.

Raising your eyebrows, you nod. “Yeah… you want me out that bad…? You packed my stuff?” You were trying to hide the hurt in your voice. “It’s bad enough about the rumors… I don’t want them to be true and what we have be a lie.” You mumble and cross your arms.

Chris gave you a confused look. “What? What rumors?” Waving his hands, he reached into a duffle bag on the floor. “They don’t matter. I always come home to you. I planned on surprising you better but… I have loads of free time now and I managed to get you off of work… we have tickets to go to Florence!! The one place you’ve always wanted to go!” He held up two plane tickets and moved them in your face.

Your jaw dropped as you snatched the tickets from him. “How long will we be there??” You look at the toothy grin on Chris’ face.

“About two weeks.” He pulls you close and caresses your cheek.

“You realize what next week is right?”

He started to think long and hard. “You know… there’s a date in my head that’s like… sticking out but I don’t remember the significance of it. I have no idea what it is. Must not be that important.” He started to smile and laugh.

You smacked his chest and poured. “Christopher! It’s our three year anniversary!” He pressed a gently kiss to your forehead. “It’s been an amazing three years.” You played with the collar on his jacket.

Here recently, you two were talking about marriage and when the right time was. Right wasn’t with Chris having movies and press tours coming up. He wanted to wait till everything slowed down here in the next year to get married. But little did you know that was part of the surprise for you.

The first whole week there was just a bunch of sightseeing during the day and endless love making at night. Then followed by slow morning sex. Chris was always a gentle lover, knew all your spots and what got you off easily.

This morning was different. He only wanted to please you. Make you feel good and happy and it was also your anniversary. He had the whole day planned around you. Which was why he was he was between your thighs, his hands keeping your legs spread and his mouth attacking your sensitive little bundle of nerves for well over an hour.

Your back was arching off the bed, your fingers tangled in his hair. Moans escaping your lips as your release grew near. The coil in your stomach started to tighten as the icy hot sensation spread through your veins.

“Chris,” You moaned. “I-I’m close!” He never stopped or let up. He kept attacking your bud until you were pulling on his hair, earning a small growl from his chest and screaming his name. He slowly started to back off as he helped you ride out your release.

Leaving you a withering mess, Chris stood up and wiped his chin of your release. He couldn’t help but smirk at what he did. He always loved making you feel good over him. He likes to make up for lost time when he’s away from you filming and on press tours.

Chris made his way to the bathroom and started a shower, making it nice and warm for you. Walking back to the bed, he gently picked you up and took you to the bathroom. “We need to get cleaned up and ready for the day. It’s like past eleven. I have the whole day planned baby.”

Hiding your face in the crook of his neck, you gently kissed his neck and rubbed his broad shoulders. Your lips ghosted over his tattoo on his chest, causing him to let out a small moan. “But… what if I want to please you right now? You made me feel good. It’s only fair.”

Chris set your down gently and watched you walk into the shower, playfully smacking your bottom. “You know… having your pretty little lips wrapped around my cock sounds so amazing. I was hard before but…” He followed you into the shower and watched as you dropped to your knees. “Love when you suck me off.”

Carefully caressing his length, you wrapped both your hands around his length and rubbed his slowly. His eyes fluttered shut and his mouth hung open a bit, blissful moans leaving his lips. Smirking, you licked his tip, taking the small bead of precum into your mouth, your hands never stopping the motions they are doing.

“Baby, I’m sorry but I need you to either move a little faster or I’ll take it into my own hands.” His once blue eyes stared down at you as they were lust blown. “I know you like it when I fuck your mouth.”

Taking his hands, you placed them in your hair and you opened your mouth. You looked up at him, lust in your eyes, wanting him to be forceful. Chris growled and gently moved his cock into your mouth till he hit the back of your throat and your nose was pressed against his pelvis, tightening his grip on your hair.

Laying your hands on his thighs, you stared up at him as tears started to roll down your cheeks. Feeling him pull out, giving you a moment to breath, he smirked. You know this was going to be great.

Shoving his cock back into your mouth, he set a slightly rough pace as he fucked your mouth. Making moans escape his lip as he hit the back of your throat with the head of his cock each time. From time to time he would pause as his cock was in your mouth, feeling your throat vibrate as you moaned. You knew he loved that feeling so you never failed to deliver it.

“Oh god baby girl, I’m gonna cum down that pretty throat of yours. You better swallow every last bit too. Don’t want you wasting any. I’m so close baby. I hope your ready for this.” Feeling his cock swell in your mouth, you closed your eyes as your prepared for the warm goodness that was about to be released into your mouth.

His thrusts got sloppy and his breathing increased even more. As his release hit, he shoved his cock down your throat, spilling his seed until every last drop was out.

He pressed his back against the shower wall and tried to catch his breath. “Damn baby… your mouth is just… wow. Tonight will be amazing.” Chris helped you to your feet and kisses your cheek. “How does your throat feel?”

Shaking your head, you rubbed your throat. “A little sore and hoarse but it’ll be ok by time lunch comes.”

As the next hour almost went by fast, you and Chris went shopping. He got you a new dress and let you roam around the stores while he went into a few by himself. Little did you know one of the stores was a jewelry store. He was getting a ring that was going to be specially engraved for you.

Chris didn’t lie when he said he had the evening all planned out. He took you to a fancy restaurant and got you the best wine while you both were dressed to impress. The food was amazing and it exceeded your expectations.

Taking your hand in his, Chris kissed each knuckle. “Happy anniversary honey. These three years have been so amazing. Not going to lie, I didn’t think you would stick around this long. Having to deal with months of me being gone and such. I knew it got rough and even rougher with those rumors and everything. But we made it through it.”

Tears slowly gathered in your eyes as the sweet words he had said to you. “Happy anniversary to you too baby. Honestly, I never thought you would be into such a boring girl like me. Your friends even think I’m cool. I don’t do much but go to work, come home and eat and sleep.” Taking your napkin, you gently dabbed the tears away.

“You are an amazing woman and I am very thankful to have you.” Kissing your cheek, Chris got up from the table and paid for the dinner. “Come on I have one more surprise for you. I know you’ll love it.”

Walking around for a little bit, you made your way to Vecchio Bridge. It was beautiful, even at night when it was lit up. You noticed that Chris was checking his watch constantly as you stood in one of the opening of the bridge. You only shrugged it off and looked over at the beautiful scenery. The building in Florence were made with rustic and authentic looking. The fact that some overlook the water made it even better.

Chris gently placed his hands on your hips. “Keep watching baby, the last surprise is about to happen.” Letting you go, he watched as your face lit up when the fireworks went off. But those were only a distraction.

He got down on one knee and pulled out a small velvet box. Gently taking your hand in his, he turned you around slowly. “Y/N, for three years you have made me a happy man. For three years you have stuck by my side.” Your eyes widened at the sight in front of you. Covering your mouth, you couldn’t help but actually sob. “Will you do me the honor and stick by my side even longer? Will you marry me?”

Nodding your head, you pull Chris up and kiss him deeply. “Yes, a thousand times yes. I will marry you.”

Pulling you back into a loving kiss, his lips traveled down you neck and to your ear. “Let’s head back to the hotel and celebrate baby. Our first time as an engaged couple.” You can feel his smirk on your skin as you shivered at his words.

It didn’t take long to get back to the hotel or for your clothes to be stripped off of you both.

Chris hovered over you as he bottomed out inside you, giving you that burning sensation when he did, feeling your walls clench around him. He took one of your peeked nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it while he pinched and rolled the other between his index finger and thumb.

“Please baby,” You moaned as you ran your fingers in his hair.

Chris let go of your nipple with a loud pop. “Please what baby? I need you to be specific.” He rolled his hips once, a smirk playing on his lips.

Whining, your back arched and lifted your hips to get more friction. “Please move. I need you to move. I want to feel you move.”

Giving you a hungry kiss, he snaked his tongue into your mouth and pulled his hips back. You gasped against his mouth as you felt his move along your walls. He couldn’t help but smirk as he snapped his hip forwards, causing you to yelp.

“Is that better?” Chris asked against her lips. He kept up that same pace which left you speechless.

His pace stayed the same, slowly and rough. He kept dragging his length against your walls and snapping his hips. Even he had to admit this pace was slow and agonizing for him. But he liked going slow and taking his time.

Sitting up, he hooked his hands under your knees and pushed them back more, opening you up even more. Giving him a new angle to hit your sweet spot. This was all about making your feel good and loved.

He watched as you gave soundless moans. Your mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water, your eyes tightly shut. He loved the fact only he could ever make you feel this way. He also knew this way would make you orgasim faster.

Pressing his thumb against your clit, your body tensed at the sensation. He started to slowly make small circles against your clit. Chris watched as your body was starting to shake.

You felt the coil in your stomach start to tighten with each thrust he made and each circle he made on your clit. “Chris, baby, I’m close.”

“Oh no, you can’t cum yet. I want us to come at the same time.” Chris picked up the pace and made his thrusts a little faster and harder. Snapping his hips against your at a bruising pace. He also quickened his pace on your clit, feeling your walls clench around him. “You can do it baby. You’re doing so well. It won’t be much longer I swear.”

Grabbing the bed sheets, you tried so hard to keep yourself from orgasming that your whole body started to shake. The coil in your stomach was so tight, you knew it was going to snap soon. “Please baby… I-I can’t last much longer.” Feeling his length swell inside you, you knew it was time.  

He kissed you passionately and lovingly. Moaning against your lips, his thrusts started to turn sloppy signaling his release. “Ok baby,” He grunted. “You can cum now, I’ll follow you.”

That was music to your ears. The coil snapped, your vision went blurry as you saw stars. Your back arched and a scream left your throat that sounded like his name. But soon as your walls clenched around him, his release followed. Coating your walls with his seed, he moaned and your name left his lip.

Panting slowly, you whine as Chris fell next to you, leaving you feeling empty. He pulled you close to him and pulled the covers over your both.

“That was amazing.” You sighed into his chest.

Chris couldn’t help but chuckled. “It always is. You’re an amazing person to make love too.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. You slowly fell into a deep slumber to the sound of Chris’ heartbeat. The sound that usually calmed you after a night of making love.

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My Weird Dream

So little note to not insult my two husbands because I love them as much as I love my OCs and all the Fae males in ACOTAR and TOG or maybe even more.

So I wasnt sure if I should post this on here but I had the best/weirdest dream ever. It was one of thos lucid dreams or something (basically where you can control what youre doing). Little background info, I am a gamer and love Assassins Creed (especially the Ezio trilogy and Syndicate). Besides there are some pretty boys in there so of course I love AC. Right to this dream is relevant to Assassins Creed Brotherhood and I write fanfiction because why not? My character is Elisa Ravenna and her pairing is Ezio. So before I continue. Small spoilers for Assassins Creed. And for those who dont know who Ezio is then let me show you how pretty he is.

So in this dream I was in the Assassin Hideout as Elisa. I was stood at a table and opposite me stood Ezio. So of course I was fangirling because:

"OH MY GOSH IM STOOD OPPOSITE EZIO AUDITORE DA FIRENZE"

(Could not find the gif for when Tom Holland is getting excited about meeting RDJ but Im sure y'all know what Im on about)

So internally I was fangirling as myself obviously and on the outside Elisa was staring blankly at Ezio who was going like:

"Elisa? Elisa. Elisa! Are you okay?"

So I decided to get myself together and I blink saying:

"Yes. Im fine. Just tired."

Trying to speak like they would in those times. So Ezio (who I was glancing at every so often because he pretty) nods, buying my lame excuse. So then its climbing onto rooftops and running across them, assassinating people because I, a small whale, can now be super sneaky and a professional at being a master assassin. And that I now have the arm strength to climb building without the use of a ladder! So Elisa and Ezio get attacked by a bunch of guards and I obviously have no clue how to use a sword except what I see in games, movies and TV shows so I draw my sword and release my hidden blade and find myself saying:

So I start smacking them with the sword and trying to copy what I see Ezio doing. When we take down the guards, no thanks to me, Ezio once again looks at me and asks:

"Are you alright? Thats not how you use a sword."

And Im stressing coz I dont want to say:

"Listen dude. I aint who you think I am."

Because who would do that if you had one of your favourite fictional characters in front of you. Youd seize the opportunity to have some fun. So I once again say:

"Im fine. Im just tired."

Which once again, he buys. Then we're walking back to the Hideout and (this is the weirdest part) I get pushed against a wall. At first Im scared coz Ezio realised that Im not actually Elisa and I dont want to lose him because Im having fun but then I just look at him and he KISSES ME. I started screeching in my mind because (I wasnt thinking logically):

"Is my first kiss a fictional character? Did that sly *beep* Ezio mother*beeping* Auditore steal my first kiss?"

And thats where the dream ended which I was very sad about because I had a lot of fun and it was an enjoyable dream.

Also some extra gifs of my other fictional husband Jacob Frye because I found them while looking for Ezio gifs and hes absolutely adorable and have I already said that I love my two husbands as much as I love all the Fae males in ACOTAR and TOG.

Sorry I feel like Im being a traitor to all them Fae males. But am I? I need opinions.

@the-smoldering-illyrian-beauty

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Im tagging you guys coz as I said I want opinions on my betrayal and I trust you guys

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Stay

Ch 18

Another week past before Sinead saw Severus again. He owled one afternoon to say he was free for dinner. Sinead offered to cook and he arrived close to 5. Bill had just finished moving out of the flat the day before. During dinner Sinead explained that she was in contact with a wizard real estate agent and was tracking down places for her to look at. She was also meeting with the owner of the Apothecary in Hogsmeade to see about carrying her products. Sinead's father had suggested that it would be better for her to open up her own shop and look for a place that she could work out of. Severus agreed with that idea but Sinead didn't want to be tied to a shop even if she would soon have someone working with her.

The next Order meeting happened the day after Trent and Sophia arrived in London, it had been 5 days since Severus had been at the flat for dinner. Sinead had been asked by Dumbledore to bring the couple to the meeting if they weren't too tired from traveling. Sophia seemed a bit tried but Trent wanted to jump right in. Sinead arrived at the meeting early with the couple hoping to introduce them around. Tonks was already there looking a bit glum.

"We need to have a girls night." Sophia said as the small group waited for more members to arrive.

"Yes, Tonks you should come too. We can have a girls night at my flat since Bill's all moved out."

"Perfect." Sophia said with a grin. "It'll be lots of fun. Sinead used to set girls nights up all the time back in Salem, she even used to set up weekend trips away." Sophia said as Tonks perked up.

"I need to chat with you about-" Sinead was cut off by Bill greeting Trent as Sophia smirked.

"I can't wait to meet the guy." She whispered as Tonks eyes widened. Sinead motioned for the two women to follow her back out to the hallway and up to the first landing where Sinead cast a spell that would keep their conversation private.

"Sophia, shh you can't go blabbing not everyone knows."

"Your seeing someone?" Tonks asked with a slight frown.

"Well, yes. I am seeing someone. I wanted to tell you who it was before I went to Boston but I didn't have time." Sophia was pacing a 

bit.

"Hurry up, I want to see him." She said.

"It's Severus." Tonks nearly fell down the stairs from shock.

"No way, I can't believe it!" She yelled causing the painting of Sirius's mom to yell.

"Look what you did." Sinead said pulling the curtains back over the picture and the yelling became muffled.

"That is a surprise. Wow." Tonks said as Sophia frowned.

"Come on, I want to see him."

"Oh Sophia, stop. Both of you can't mention it to anyone. Bill knows and Albus knows but that's it."

"So what are girls nights?" Tonks asked as the women started back down the stairs.

"Usually we go out but I think a movie and some junk food might be a good first one."

"Yes, and we can chat about-" Sinead elbowed Sophia as two men hurried down the hall.

"That was him, the dark haired one." Tonks whispered loudly. Sinead gave both of them death stares as they walked into the kitchen. Bill smirked at Sinead who was being pushed in the direction of Severus who was leaning against the wall in the corner.

"Albus, this is Sophia." Sinead said as the older wizard smiled.

"Glad to have you here with us. I assume that blonde haired man is your 

husband."

"Yes, that's Trent."

"Excellent." 

Albus motioned for quiet as he started to meeting. He quickly introduced the two new members and went over the new developments. Severus gave a quick update on what was going on with the Death Eaters then Kingsley talked about what was going on in the Auror office. The meeting was quick and before long everyone was leaving.

"I can walk Trent and Sophia back to their hotel." Bill said giving Sinead a wink.

"Fine, I'll see you two tomorrow."

"Sure, see you." Sophia said giving her a wave.

"Tonks, I'll send you an owl with the information." The purple haired witch nodded with a grin as Sinead started outside. Severus was standing there obviously waiting for her.

"Your friends look happy to be here." He said as they walked towards her flat. "Things at Hogwarts are getting very tense. Dolores Umbridge has sacked Sybil Trelawney."

"She taught Divination right?" Severus gave a small nod.

"Albus is allowing her to live in in the castle. He hired a centaur named Firenze to teach her classes which only enraged the woman even more. I doubt I'll be able to leave the castle for more then an hour or two without her noticing, she has already noticed I have been missing when I was called to meeting with him." Sinead frowned a bit.

"So I won't be seeing you besides Order meetings?"

"Most likely." He mumbled.

"Can you come up for a bit?"

"I think I can do that."

When they arrived at Sinead's building she pressed the button for the elevator and a few moments later they were in her apartment. Sinead tossed her coat on a chair and kicked off her shoes and motioned for Severus to follow her. He paused and she stepped back taking one of his hands and leading him back to the bedroom. Sinead sat cross legged on her bed and patted a spot next to her. Severus looked around quickly at the room. There were a few pictures on the walls and everything was neat and tidy. Tired of waiting for him Sinead stood up and unbuttoned his traveling cloak.

"We can go back to the living room but I just thought my bed was more comfy to sit on." She said as he shook his head slowly.

Sinead took his hand again and led him over to the bed. Sinead scooted back so her back was against the wall and Severus followed her lead kicking off his boots. The pair fell silent and Sinead bit her lip contemplating seriously what both of her best friends said about the man sitting next to her, Danny had told Maggie that he thought Severus was a virgin and Maggie had mentioned it when the girls had their nightly chat the night before. Sinead wasn't as experienced with men as Maggie but she had two sexual partners in the past and was contemplating what to do without pushing Severus away.

"I-maybe I should go." He said after a few minutes of silence breaking Sinead's train of thoughts. She grasped his hand and he stopped.

"Don't, please stay just for a little while." She said softly. 

Severus knew that Dolores Umbridge would no doubt realize his absence but he couldn't leave, not after the pleading look Sinead was giving him.

Sinead decided to just go for it and leaned forward pressing her lips against Severus's catching him off guard. It took him a few seconds to respond with the pair ending up in an awkward laying position. Sinead was half on top of Severus and she knew it must be uncomfortable so she kneeled up and moved so she was laying on the bed and Severus moved into a similar position. Sinead was surprised when Severus resumed the kiss and she moaned softly into his mouth. They continued kissing and Sinead took Severus's hands and placed them on her hips breaking the kiss.

"Touch me." She whispered as her hands rested on his chest. When Severus hesitated Sinead sat up a bit and pulled off her sweater leaving a black bra. Severus's eyes were glued to her chest and Sinead took both of his hands and placed them there.

"Your beautiful." He said softly as Sinead bit her lip. 

Severus moved his hands around a bit before putting his hands inside the cups. Sinead unhooked the bra and quickly removed it and pulled Severus down for a passionate kiss. She knew that time was ending and pushed Severus back a bit.

"Can I?" She said resting her hands on his belt. Severus managed a nod. Sinead unhooked his belt and slid down the fly Severus let out a groan as she grasped his manhood. As much as she wanted to do otherwise Sinead kept her hand in his pants. She leaned down and kissed him as her hand pumped him. Severus let out a load groan as Sinead's hand moved faster and a few seconds later he came all over her hand. He turned a light shade of red.

"I'm sorry. I-"

"Don't apologize. This is completely natural and hopefully next time we can..." She trailed off and gave him a quick kiss than removed her hand. Sinead used a quick spell to clean her hand as Severus laid back regaining his composure. She had just started to stand and get a shirt when he pulled her back and kissed her.

"I look forward to next time." He said with a smile as Sinead nodded with a grin.