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dumb and dumber

based on this post where like three people wanted to see my other ocs in the HL universe

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OC Pride Challenge 2023 ⍚ Day 7⍚ Trans OCs ⍚ Remy Potter

I haven’t figured out all the people I am yet.

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i’m not sure if your requests are open (if they’re closed just ignore this lmao!!) but hear me out: the yule ball’s coming up and mc has been receiving several gifts from people trying to woo her. meanwhile, sebastian is jealous and pouty and building up the courage to ask her to the ball……… until one of the gifts she had been given is doused with amortentia and she suddenly starts acting all lovey dovey towards some other guy. and sebastian realizes this, and ominis has to pretty much hold him by the neck of his shirt to prevent him from throttling someone

A.N: ty for the request! i adore jealous protective sebastian Aaaa <3

A Worrisome Box of Chocolates

Sebastian Sallow x f!MC - Fluff - 2.6k Words

Tags: Banter, Pining, "Un"requited Love, Inappropriate Use of Amortentia, Jealous Sebastian, Protective Sebastian, Friends to Lovers

“Oh, give me a fucking break,” Sebastian scowled, gaze trained on Amit as he crossed the courtyard to approach her, a bouquet of prissy, yellow flowers in hand. “Is there a single person in this school who isn’t going to try to ask her?” 

“You, apparently,” Ominis murmured, licking a finger to turn the page of his paperback.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” Ominis feigned innocence.

“Gods, I’m going mad,” Sebastian looked ready to pull out chunks of hair. “Okay, you know what, tonight will be the night. Yes, tonight. I’ll wait up for her after dinner and— actually, she’ll probably be too tired, right? We have double potions today. Alright, tomorrow then. Perfect, yes, tomorrow morning. Damn it, no, that won’t work, there’s that—”

Ominis looked ready to pull out chunks of hair himself. He sighed. “How about now, Sebastian? She’s right there, for heaven's sake, just walk up to her.”

Sebastian scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous, Ominis, that’s a terrible idea.”

Ominis hit his forehead against the cover of his book in a desperate measure to cling to sanity. He turned his head towards the entrance of the courtyard. 

“Suit yourself. However, I see Leander making his way over to ask her now.”

Sebastian’s head whipped around at neck-breaking speeds. “What? Where?” 

Ominis quickly capitalized on this narrow window for escape, slipping from the bench they were on.

“He’s not—” Sebastian turned back perplexed to an empty seat. “Oh, you git —you can’t even see!” 

//

When Sebastian finally made his way back to the common room after an entire day of watching other students fawn over her in their shared classes, she was already there, curled up near the fireplace chatting with Ominis. 

He attempted to exude nothing but platonic indifference as he plopped down on the couch beside his two friends with a sigh. 

“Long day?” She looked concerned. Ominis looked aggravatingly amused.

“You have no idea,” He muttered, intentionally omitting the reasons for his sour disposition. He glanced at the package in her hand. “Where on earth did you get so much chocolate?”

She flushed. “One of the older Ravenclaw boys gave it to me.” She outstretched the box towards him. “Want some?” 

Sebastian tried his very best to suppress his look of revulsion, he truly did. Unfortunately, he was only able to school his expression into a mild sense of loathing. “I’m alright.”

She shrugged and popped a square into her mouth. She hummed at the gratifying taste of sugar melting on her tongue, ignoring the strange aftertaste in her mouth. She ate another. 

Sebastian watched perplexed when after a few bites in, she suddenly shot up from her seat, box of chocolates forgotten and scattered onto the emerald carpet. 

“Uh, where are you going?”

“I have to go see him,” Her voice was soft, almost wistful.

Ominis looked equally as confused. “See who?”

She paused, contemplating. “Oh, I’m actually not sure of his name…” Her brows furrowed. “None the matter, what’s important is just how strongly I feel for him — oh, my heart just might burst.” 

She attempted her departure once again but Sebastian quickly grabbed her by the back of her robes, sitting her back down on the couch. She looked deeply unpleased with this hindrance. 

“It’s past curfew, are you mad?” He looked at her bewildered. “You’ll have to wait to see your lover tomorrow.” He didn’t even bother to conceal his jealous sneer as he said the word.

“Lover?” She mumbled, almost trance-like. “Oh my, do you think he loves me, too?” She gasped and tried to stand from her seat again. “Well I just have to see him now! Maybe he’ll ask for my hand in marriage.” 

Sebastian sat her back down yet another time and glanced over his shoulder to Ominis as if to ask a little help here, but quickly found the blonde preoccupied with burying his nose in her discarded box of chocolates.

He held the box in front of Sebastian’s face, who was still struggling to detain a very eager witch who was much stronger than her size let on. “Smell this.”

“What? Why—”

“Just smell it— tell me what you smell.”

Sebastian obliged with a sigh and picked up nothing but the rich notes of chocolate at first, until it hit him. 

Lavender, crushed dittany leaves, and the slightest hint of mallowsweet. He recognized it immediately, the scent derived from the very witch beside him, the same scent that’s been wafting from his Amortentia brews in Professor Sharp’s classes for months.

Sebastian turned back to her immediately, grabbing her face in his hands. He tilted her chin up and looked into her eyes to find her pupils blown abnormally large, almost glazed-over with artificial infatuation. His suspicions were confirmed.

He saw red.

“I’m going to strangle him.” He gritted, teeth clenched as he stepped away from her.

Ominis rose from his seat to place a placating hand on the brunette’s shoulder. “Hold on a second, Sebastian, we have to help her first—”

“No, I’m going to torture him first, and then I’m going to strangle him.” Sebastian amended, pacing the room in his rage, Ominis’ pleas falling on deaf ears.

Ominis quickly took his place in trying to restrain her attempts at escaping the common room. “Are you even listening to me?”

“How fast do you think Garreth could brew me a love potion for a blast-ended skrewt if I asked? I should give this prick a taste of his own medicine.” His fists tensed at his sides as he rambled, self-consumed. “Make him walk around with third-degree burns for the rest of the semester.” 

“Sebastian, will you snap out of it?” Ominis hissed. “I promise to be an accomplice to his murder, but after we get her an antidote!” 

She suddenly darted for the door and the blonde had to catch her with an arm around her waist, dragging her away. 

“Ominis, let me go! He’s the love of my life, please!” She thrashed frantically.

“Hold on, stop struggl— ow!” Ominis gasped, incredulous, flailing his hand in pain. “She just bit me! Sebastian, stop planning his demise and help me, before she realizes she has a wand!” 

Ominis immediately regretted his words as she proceeded to wrench her arm out of his grip, dipping her hand into her pocket. Finally catching Sebastian’s attention, both boys dove for her, yanking the wand out of her hand despite her frustrated shrieks. 

Out of breath, Ominis attempted to calm her. “We’ll go take you to the love of your life now, how does that sound? He’s very excited to see you, but you have to calm down.”

She finally stilled, a lovesick smile pulling across her lips. “Is he really?” she sighed, dreamy. “Of course he is, we’re meant to be…Oh, what do you think our children will look like, Sebastian? Maybe they’ll have his eyes and my lips—”

Sebastian looked on the brink of bursting a blood vessel. “Please, let’s get her to Garreth before I find this vermin and do something violent.”

//

Sebastian and Garreth huddled over his personal potioneering kit in the Gryffindor common room, meanwhile Ominis tried to calm her restlessness on one of the couches.

“Is he almost here? What’s taking him so long?” She pouted, arms crossed around her middle. 

“What’s taking you so long?” Sebastian hissed in a hushed whisper, eyes narrowed at Garreth. “Aren’t you supposed to be some kind of expert at this?” 

“Antidotes take time! Whoever did this to her used something strong.” Garreth stirred the murky liquid in the cauldron before them, unpleasant fumes bubbling from the surface. “Who did do this to her anyways?” 

“Some Ravenclaw prick. Go fucking figure,” Sebastian seethed. “Speaking of which, do you have any potions that inflict painful, long-lasting boils? Preferably one that leaves permanent damages?” 

Ominis piped up from the couch like an owner scolding an unruly dog. “Sebastian, no.”

“Sebastian, yes.” Garreth grinned, looking just as intrigued and vengeful. “I actually have just the thing, I’ve been wanting to test it out for a while now.”

Ominis went to chastise the both of them, but a petulant whine beside him pulled his attention. “Ominiiiis. Where is he? I miss him so much, I can’t bear it. Will you take me to him?” 

Ominis sighed, and told himself that the fact he survived this day without casting a bombarda to his own skull yet was a testament to his great mental fortitude. 

He patted her shoulder. “He’s on his way, be patient, yes? He’s just getting some uh…flowers for you.” 

Her face lit up with a gasp. “Is he? Oh, how can someone be so romantic? Isn’t he just so perfect?”

Sebastian looked ready to hurl on the tacky, red and gold carpet he was crouched on. 

“Aha!” Garreth flicked off the flames underneath his cauldron with a wave of his wand, procuring a ladle to scoop the viscous substance into a vial. “All done. Here, give this to her and I’ll get started on the Boils Brew.” 

“No Boils Brew!” Ominis shot up to object. 

Sebastian kneeled by her on the couch, uncorking the glass and holding it to her mouth. “Here, drink this.”

She wrinkled her nose at the smell, twisting her lips shut.

He sighed. “It’s a present from your…beloved,” Sebastian choked on the word. “He really wanted me to give it to you.”

She worried her bottom lip between her teeth in consideration before she finally let him pour the bitter-tasting liquid in her mouth, swallowing with a grimace.

Sebastian waited with bated breath as her pupils slowly shrank back to normal size, pulling her out of her trance-like state. Confusion quickly crossed over her face. 

“Why the hell are we in the Gryffindor common room?”

Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief, immediately tugging her into a bear-hug that compressed all the oxygen out of her lungs.

“Sebastian, you’re strangling me,” she choked, voice strained. 

“Sorry,” he murmured sheepishly, pulling back. “You’re actually not the one I want to strangle.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t tell me we’re here because you’re trying to murder Leander again. It was one time, I don’t think he even meant for that swarm of vampyr mosps to find your dorm specifically.”

Garreth winced from behind them. “He definitely did.” 

“Thank you for reminding me of that,” Sebastian looked prepared to commit double homicide. “But no, I actually have to head to the Ravenclaw tower.” He glanced over his shoulder as he stood up. “You coming, Garreth?” 

Garreth scoffed as he packed up his equipment. “Obviously.”

She watched, utterly bewildered, as the two made their departure together as if they were the best of friends, any past grievances forgotten in favor of some mutual vengeance. She was half-convinced she was experiencing visual hallucinations as a side-effect to whatever toxic sludge Garreth had brewed for her to drink.

Sebastian pushed open the portrait door of the common room. “You share a dorm with Leander, don’t you?” 

Garreth nodded.

He gave the ginger a friendly clap on the shoulders. “Heads up, sleep in the common room tomorrow night.”

Ominis pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long-suffering sigh, the state of this new, unlikely truce making that self-inflicted bombarda seem exponentially more tempting. 

//

Slipping back into the Slytherin common room in the wee hours of the night after his escapade to the Ravenclaw tower, Sebastian was thoroughly exhausted and fully prepared to sink into bed and never get up again.

His plans changed as soon as he caught sight of the witch curled up on the wingback chair in front of the fireplace, nearly dozing off. She shot up as soon as she heard his footsteps, rising to her feet. 

“You should be in bed,” he scolded lightly. “You’ve been through enough tonight.” 

“I was waiting for you,” she shifted nervously in place. “I wanted to thank you. Ominis, uh…filled me in about what happened. Said you were pretty upset.” 

Pink tinged the freckled tops of his cheeks. “I was just a bit worried is all,” he rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish. “He’s exaggerating.” 

She laughed. “It’s just,” she chewed on the inside of her cheek. “I don’t know, I guess I didn’t expect you to care as much as you did. You’ve never really…” she shook her head, dismissing the thought. “Nevermind. Thank you, really.” 

“It’s what any friend would do.” Sebastian tried to suppress a wince as he said the word, hating the taste of it in his mouth. 

“Right, yeah,” she bobbed her head. “Friends.” 

He didn’t miss the way she almost looked disappointed as she nodded. Something warm and hopeful bloomed in his chest. He crossed the small space between them, breaching the gap before he could talk himself out of what he wanted to do, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest.

“I care about you dearly, you understand that, don’t you?” he asked, his voice timid. 

She nodded. “Of course, you and Ominis are both very—”

“No,” he interrupted. “Not like that. I mean, yes, Ominis cares for you, of course, but…” he sighed. “What I’m trying to say is that I care for you…differently. I have for quite a while now.” 

Her brows knit together. “I’m not sure I follow, Sebastian.”

“I don’t want to be your friend anymore.”

Her eyes widened, followed by her entire expression falling. “Well, geez — rude, but if that’s what—”

“No, wait — shit, that’s not— I do want to be your friend, of course,” he shook his head, amending, “Or well, no, I actually don’t, I—” he groaned. “I want to be more than friends.” 

It finally all clicked for her, like the pieces of a puzzle falling perfectly in place. She smiled then, a delighted laugh escaping her lips. Sebastian grinned just as brightly, taking her hands in his, elation bursting in his chest at her finally understanding.

“You want to be best friends.” 

His smile faded and his head dropped to her shoulder. “Merlin help me.”

She burst out laughing then, nearly doubling over.

“I’m messing with you, oh my gods, come here,” she took her face in his hands. “I understand.” 

“Oh, thank Circe,” he breathed a sigh of relief.

She raised an eyebrow, smirking. “For quite a while, huh?” 

He nodded, a bit embarrassed. “It’s terrible. I’ve been head over heels for you pretty much ever since you kicked my ass in Hecat’s class.”

She crossed her arms. “Well, in that case, I’m very upset with you.” 

Sebasian blanched. “Oh gods, what have I done this time?” 

“Made me wait around like a fool for weeks for you to ask me to the dance,” she batted his chest. “Just out of spite, I think I’ll go with Leander.” 

He narrowed his eyes. “Well, then just out of spite, I think Leander might find himself bedridden in the nurse’s ward for the next few weeks.” 

She bit back a smile. “You’re incorrigible.” 

He shrugged. “I simply protect what’s mine.” 

She scoffed. “Oh, is that what I am now?” 

He nodded, a smug grin plastered on his face. “Well, I’ve been yours for the longest time now, I think it’s only fair.”

She laughed. “Have you now? I suppose it is fair then, huh?”

Something flickered behind his eyes. “Well, there’s only one way to make it truly fair.” 

She raised a brow. “Oh? And how’s that?” 

With one hand to the small of her back, he pulled her flush to him, and curled the other in the nape of her neck to bring her lips down to his. 

He kissed her until he was sure there were no doubts about exactly who she belonged to, and who he belonged to just as devotedly. 

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📚🐦‍🔥Stay With Me

Slow burn Garreth x F!Reader romcom-mystery [T-Rated, 5.6k words]

You don't meet his eye. "I've prepared you some questions, for this... tutorship." You unbuckle your satchel and take out not one, not two, but four rolls of parchment, one for each subject, and slide them across the table. "It's simple multiple-choice so I can figure out how much you know. It won't take you long to do." He stares at them, open-mouthed. "You've set me homework?"

Garreth Weasley is good at Potions… and not much else. You, a bookish, lonesome Ravenclaw with a weighted family secret, are good at everything… except Potions. Assigned together for a mutual tutorship, Garreth is sure he won’t meet anyone more boring.

But the potions lab isn’t the only place where sparks will fly.

Tropes: romance/ humour/ drama, slow burn, fluff, tutoring together, grumpy x sunshine, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers, pining, love triangle, dark secret, sworn off love, Everyone Can See It.

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A/N: Just to note, in this story Garreth and others fought Ranrok with MC. Enjoy!

He calls you Prim, mostly because you hate it.

It's not a nickname Garreth gives you for fun (though make no mistake, he loves to tease you with it). No, it's a nickname that's descriptive, deriving from your most cardinal trait. Prim, because you are. Prim and proper and academically minded. Meanwhile he's never had an aptitude for learning, preferring the freedom of exploration over the rigid structure of curriculum.

On paper, you seem like a match made in hell – but in practice? Well, he's always up for a challenge.

He doesn't get to meet you, though, until the dawn of his sixth year, when easy classes and free periods for the exam-weary older students are over. He doesn't even meet you on the day he first hears of you.

Back then, you were merely an illicit suggestion.

"I'm worried about you, Garreth."

He sinks into the chair in Professor Weasley's office. He's been here so many times now it practically feels like a second home, mostly for, ahem, disciplinary reasons, but there are the rare moments when his aunt calls him in for a quick catch-up, tea and biscuits, sometimes to discuss family news – a great grand-uncle dying or one of his cousins announcing a betrothal.

When the professor called him in this time, two days into the term, he thought maybe his parents were expanding their gnome collection and she wanted him to advise against it (there is such a thing as too many gnomes, and it's any number more than zero). Or maybe his sister Clara needed help adjusting to the school – she's a first year now, after all.

So it's like the rug is yanked from under him when she asks about his grades.

"It's two days into the autumn term, Auntie," he says, not prepared to have this conversation so soon. "What's there to worry about? I haven't even had all my N.E.W.T. classes yet."

"That's exactly what I wanted to discuss with you. You have so much potential, Garreth. You are incredibly bright and passionate, and I know you are capable of so much, but your O.W.L. scores left a lot to be desired, and I worry that you won't be able to handle the workload this year."

"Don't know if you remember," he says airily, "but I practically saved Hogwarts—"

"Yes, yes, last year in the caverns below with your friends, I know, Garreth. I was there." Her lips bunch. "But no school-saving antics will boost your grades. Your heroics are the only reason you don't have to repeat your O.W.L.s, and you won't have such an opportunity this time around."

He drops his head on the back of the chair, groaning. Imagine stopping a whole goblin rebellion... and still having to write history essays. He literally made history.

"Your father suggested something I actually like," she says, drawing Garreth's eyes back down. "It seems you need some motivation, and I know you work well when you're with your friends. Therefore he suggested you pair with someone. A mutual tutorship, if you will."

"You want to give me a study buddy?"

"Yes! Oh, I do like that phrasing much better."

"You can phrase it any way you want. Still wipes."

"Garreth..."

"Come off it, Auntie. What are they gonna' do? Sit with me doing every piece of homework I have? And I didn't flop at everything. I got an Outstanding in Potions and Defence Against the Dark Arts."

"Which were your only top grades, half of which because Hecat saw fit to reward your capabilities against Ranrok last summer," she remarks shortly, taking a piece of parchment. "You don't need a study buddy for those subjects. You do, however, need one for History of Magic, Astronomy, Divination and," she stares meaningfully over the rim of her spectacles, "Transfiguration."

He grins sheepishly. "As it happens, I know someone who's great at it?"

She sighs, putting the parchment aside and dropping into her chair. "I know you want to become a potioneer, Garreth, but even the most famous potioneers are well-rounded individuals and excelled in subjects outside of their specialty. Look at Professor Sharp! He was an Auror!"

"Okay, I get it, I get it." All this talk depresses him – all this knowing that he's a problem depresses him. "I promise I did try. I just— find revising very hard and demotivating. And you know, the whole saving-the-world thing..."

Professor Weasley gives him the look.

"I made it to N.E.W.T. classes, didn't I? I'll try this year, I will. You don't have to get me a... study buddy."

"Oh, but I think I do, and as it were, I happen to know the perfect student to match with you. A very bright young lady one year your junior, a Ravenclaw. She excels in all her subjects" – she pauses – "except Potions."

"So you want me to teach her Potions," he clarifies, "and her to teach me everything else?"

"That's right."

"Doesn't seem fair."

"I think you'll find it will be." She makes a knowing face that he doesn't like. "So, what do you say? Want to give it a try?"

"... Can I say no?"

"No."

He sighs. "Brilliant."

His schedule's already packed with classes and homework, now that his education's ramped up for sixth year, and he mulls on the extra work a mutual tutorship will bring for the next few days. Explaining it is even more difficult, when he has to tell Leander he's missing Quidditch for this.

"A study buddy?" he scoffs, as they lounge in the Gryffindor common room after classes that day. "Sounds right horrid."

"Tell me about it."

"Who're you pairing with? Do you know?"

"No idea. A Ravenclaw in the year below, apparently."

"A younger swot? Merlin's pelvis, couldn't she have put you with, I don't know, Amit? Or Everett? If she wanted a Ravenclaw?"

Garreth slouches. The sofas are so comfortable he doesn't want to move. "Bet she knew if she put me with either of them we'd get no work done, Everett because he'd be too busy trying to prank me, Amit because he'd be wasting time describing irrelevant extra stuff."

"Oh, no," Leander panics suddenly, "if this works then she might start doing it to all of us. I don't want a study buddy!"

"Relax. It's only because I'm her nephew that she's testing it with me."

He's sure his aunt wouldn't care quite so much if the same blood didn't run through their veins. After all, she has no children of her own – so Garreth and his sister are the closest she'll get. All her motherly affection, and motherly reprimand too, goes to them.

So when he gets the owl on Sunday afternoon to meet promptly in the library during lunch the next day, he sucks in his gut and resolves to at least try and have fun with it. He likes meeting new people, even if he doesn't like the circumstances – maybe he'll get along with the new Ravenclaw. Maybe they won't be as boring as he suspects.

He heads to the library the next day – late, mind, because he didn't particularly feel like rushing from Charms – and spots Professor Weasley waiting by the front desk.

That's the first time he sets his eyes on you.

Waiting placidly at his aunt's side, you're perfectly put together, not a hair out of place. Your waistcoat is straight, your long skirt starched, your shirt tucked in and top button done. You hold your books in your hand – because of course you do – and the satchel draped over your shoulder bulges with more of them.

You're the picture of a prim Ravenclaw student.

And it fills him with misery.

"Hello, hello," he says to you both, "sorry I'm late." Not.

You purse your lips, like you can detect his lie, but say nothing as his aunt gives him an admonishing glare. "That you are, Garreth. Did I not say you were to be prompt?"

"I grabbed some extra parchment, Professor," he makes sure to use her epithet in the presence of other students, "because I didn't know if I would need it."

By the way her brow loosens, it was a good lie. "All right. Come along, I've reserved a table for you both."

He decides to introduce himself to you on the way upstairs. "Nice to meet you."

You introduce yourself as well, but it's clear by your aloof eyes that you were also roped into this arrangement. "Nice to meet you as well," you repeat awkwardly, voice high with tension.

Turns out, Professor Weasley reserved an entire table, right at the back of the top floor. It seems unnecessary, the isolation, how you've obviously been coerced.

"Now, your proper sessions will take place after classes finish for the day, so for now I believe getting to know one another's style of learning would be most prudent." Professor Weasley ushers you to two seats next to each other. "I'll be sitting over there to keep an eye on you. Madam Scribner has given you both permission to have a quiet chat, so why not break the ice?"

It feels so forced Garreth would prefer to get a Howler right now, but under his aunt's stringent gaze, he plops onto the chair and tosses his bag under the seat. You draw out the seat gracefully, fold yourself upon it, and gently place your satchel, then books, on the table. There is method, he realises, to your movements.

"So..." he claps his hand awkwardly. "Where are you from?"

You clam up immediately, and he doesn't know why that's the wrong thing to ask, but he backtracks.

"Sorry, I mean – you know, where do you live?"

Your frown is still pronounced, but some relief breaths free. "London. You?"

"Devon."

"Right. I've never been there."

"It's nice. Except in the winter. Then the sea air is like murder."

Silence. He has a feeling he'll have to nudge all conversations, which is simply brilliant.

"Have any family?"

"Just my parents. They— they used to live in Asia, before coming here." You shift. "You? I mean, besides the professor."

"How much time do you have?" When you don't answer, he tugs his collar. Tough crowd. "Er, I have a younger sister. Clara, she's called. She's just started her first year. Little menace. Was hoping she wouldn't be Sorted into Gryffindor, but I guess it runs in the Weasley blood. Then there's my cousins, but there's so many that if I named them all you'd miss all your afternoon classes. Hey, maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing?"

You don't even crack a smile. This will be a long, painful conversation.

"Why don't we get started then?" he suggests instead, because the faster he does this, the faster he can leave. "I mean, discussing what we're meant to be, er, learning together? Shouldn't take very long for you if you're only failing Potions."

Your cheeks bloat. "I'm not failing. I just... need a little boost."

Touchy. Okay.

"Well, I'm not afraid to admit I'm failing."

"Yes," you say, and you list on your fingers as you go. "Transfiguration, History of Magic, Divination, and Astronomy. That's four subjects."

"Hey, last year it was five, but luckily I managed to wrangle a Kneazle before it bit Professor Howin, so she bumped up my grade." He's still quite proud of that moment. You make an unimpressed face. "What? You should be grateful we don't have collect Flobberworm mucus together."

"Okay, well, I've prepared you some tasks to complete."

His amusement drains like pus from a Bubotuber.

"What."

It's a statement of disbelief so sheer he doesn't even accompany it with the tonal flick of a question.

You don't meet his eye. "I've prepared you some questions, for this... tutorship." You unbuckle your satchel and take out not one, not two, but four rolls of parchment, one for each subject, and slide them across the table. "It's simple multiple-choice so I can figure out how much you know. It won't take you long to do."

He stares at them, open-mouthed.

"You've set me homework?"

"It's not homework."

"It's work that I have to do in my own time. It's homework."

Your lip curls in displeasure. "Like I said, if I'm going to tutor you, I need to know how much you already know. Then I can incorporate it into my lesson plan."

"Your lesson plan?"

"How else are we going to know what to cover per session?" you ask, bewildered. "You must have something planned for me, right?"

Of course he doesn't. He was just going to give you potions to brew and point out where you'd gone wrong. He rakes a hand through his hair, thinking about whether he could get away pretending to have a stomach/ head/ knee/ butt ache.

"If you don't want to do it later," you say, "you can do it now. Then I can be prepared for our first official session."

How about I run and never look back? With his aunt's watchful gaze on his back, he reluctantly unfurls the first scroll. Transfiguration. You hand him a quill and inkwell and he surfs through, ticking the answers he thinks are right.

"You're not even reading the questions."

"Am too."

"Glancing your eyes over words isn't the same as reading."

Oh, Merlin, you will be the death of him. Sniffing indignantly, he slows down, actually taking time to read the questions. How many exceptions are there to Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration? He tries the rest, though not very hard, because just reading this stupid parchment has left him perplexed, and hands the scroll to you when he finishes.

He's halfway through puzzling when Geminis are born for the Divination quiz – he guesses February – before you roll his parchment up again.

"So? What's the verdict?"

You can't control the grimace on your face, and it's all he needs to know.

He's a total shambles. A failure.

"It's not— unsalvageable," you say hastily, your expression flattening. "But we have a lot of work to do."

He drops his head onto the table so loudly Madam Scribner yells "SSSHHH!" from the floor below.

When he's completed all your scrolls and falsely promises to make a list of things for your Potions O.W.L.s, you collect your belongings, slotting each book and scroll into its rightful place in your bag, give a quick word to his aunt in thanks and leave without goodbye. The whole exchange was about twenty minutes but to Garreth felt like twenty years. He tromps up to Professor Weasley in utter disbelief – and despairs in the way her grin unfurls.

"I told you it would be a fair exchange."

"She's made me homework, Auntie!"

"SSSHHH!" Scribner yells.

"Sorry!" he squeaks over the bannister. "Homework, Auntie. And— lesson plans. She told me I was practically unsalvageable!"

"I definitely heard not unsalvageable, Garreth."

"You can't be serious with this girl."

But Professor Weasley simply pets his shoulder.

"Your future is at stake here, Garreth. It's about time you start taking it seriously. She will help you. You will help each other."

But he really doubts it.

He waits for you outside of the Ravenclaw common room entrance for your first session later that week.

Dread roils through him as he leans against the bannister. Two hours of this, thrice a week, when he could be doing literally anything else. Quidditch has started again – which his aunt has barred him from playing due to his grades – but he could at least watch the Gryffindors practice, watch Leander and Eric Northcott toss Quaffles between them.

He's never had a mind for anything that doesn't interest him. History, divining the stars – both approaches. Even turning butterflies into bells doesn't capture his attention the same way potions do. There's just something about the way you can play loose and fast with the rules, with the ingredients, with the measurements, with the method, that delights his curiosity.

He wiggles his arm so it doesn't go to sleep. He's been to the Ravenclaw common room a few times, usually with Amit – for when they need to get back at Everett for catching them with a dungbomb. Unfortunately it means he's well acquainted with the eagle knocker.

"Honestly, Mr Weasley," it enunciates with that high and mighty tone, "if you sulk any harder and your expression will stick permanently to your face."

"Know from experience, do you?"

It doesn't bother to grace that with a response.

"What quandary plagues you so?"

"I'm doing a study buddy programme."

The knocker toots – literally, like a trumpet. "Hundreds of years I have guarded this tower, and never have I heard something so funny!"

"You could be more sympathetic."

"For the boy who thought it would be funny to tickle my nose with a feather when I was asleep? I think not!"

"I didn't think you had a nose!"

The door swings open then, and you step out. Prim, proper, picturesque. You startle at the sight of him.

"I thought we were to meet in the library."

"I was passing by, thought I'd come up and walk with you."

Suspicion flutters through your eyes. "Why?"

"What do you mean, why?"

"Why would you want to walk with me?"

He blinks. Is he being stupid, or has he missed something? "Er, because it's a nice thing to do, and if I have to waste six hours of my life on this mutual tutorship every week then I should at least get to know you better."

"I see."

Something not quite as strong as displeasure edges your voice, but you fall into step with him – not missing the way he makes a rude face at the knocker on the way downstairs.

"Look, I'll be honest," he begins, "I don't like this arrangement any more than you do, but I'm naturally pre-disposed to not taking anything too seriously, so even if we have to endure revision together, we can at least try to have a good time with it. Sound fair?"

You don't answer immediately. "What's the catch?"

"What? No catch. I just don't want to be totally glum each time I see you."

Something flashes across your expression, but it's too fleeting to identify it. "All right, that's... understandable."

"Great."

Conversation is stilted, however, even when you get to the library. You don't immediately warm to him, which is odd, because he's very used to people immediately falling for his magnanimous charms. You pull out your notebook – a timetable neatly journaled into the opening page – as he dumps out his parchment and quills.

"Since our sessions cover six hours per week," you say, "I thought we could work on your subjects for four of them, and then two hours on Potions for me."

"Right, fine." Sounds positively wretched. "My aunt's got Sharp's permission to use the potions laboratory this Friday, so I guess we can do it then."

"The potions laboratory?"

"Yeah. What? Did you think we could do Potions work without... potions?"

"Shouldn't we focus on the written portion?"

He frowns. "The written portion of the Potions O.W.L. is tiny. Like, miniscule. And boring."

You draw yourself up. "I don't find it boring. The essays are the best part."

Oh dear Merlin. "Well, sorry to disappoint you, but the majority of your Potions O.W.L. depends on actual potion-making." He grins. "Why? Scared, are you?"

"Why would I be scared?"

"You seem keen not to do it. Don't tell me you have some tragic backstory involving an exploding cauldron."

"No," you grind out. "I just... don't have a natural affinity for it like I do all my other subjects."

"That must've been really hard for you to accept."

He's teasing, but your face sours. Wow, you really are a tough crowd.

"Let's start. History of Magic."

This is one of those subjects he needs to know for his career choice – potioneers are expected to understand the history behind advancements in potion-making, after all – but Professor Binns makes it near-impossible to derive any sort of interest in the subject. The first topic of the year, the disbandment of the Wizards' Council in 1707, is already so dull Garreth can feel himself melting into the floor the moment the ghost opens his mouth.

"Now, I've already started the essay about the tumult of the Ministry of Magic's early years." You pull out a roll of parchment. "If we compare the key argument points—"

"Wait," he says, holding up his hand, "what do you mean, you've started the essay?"

"The essay that Binns set."

"You're doing N.E.W.T. level classes?"

"I'm doing N.E.W.T. level homework," you correct. "The professors assign it to me and I work on it with my regular homework."

"How do you have time to eat? Or sleep?"

You shrug. It's all so easy to you. You probably dream of your textbooks. It's so boggling.

"As I was saying," you continue, "we ought to start by comparing the points we've both made for the essay."

He just can't fathom it. Is there any point getting to know you when your spare time is dedicated to nothing but grades and studying? How can anyone be so academically good at (almost) everything, take on extra work, agree to tutor a frankly hopeless student... and still find time to enjoy other things?

"Right, yes, comparing essay points," he mumbles. "Sounds good."

Then again, he thinks, when neither of you move, and your eyes begin to narrow, you don't seem like the type of person to enjoy anything.

"You haven't started the essay yet, have you?"

"... Does a sphinx speak in riddles?"

You groan.

The first Potions session that Friday is a fun one – because now he gets to test you, watch you squirm and sweat. After the painful four hours together, scribbling theory for Divination and star charts for Astronomy, it's finally time to show what he can do. You're always so put together, so  he wants to see how bad you are, see what it is that justifies asking for his help in the first place.

Professor Sharp is waiting in the potions laboratory when you both arrive, seated at his desk marking homework.

Garreth grins. "All right, Professor?"

His expression curdles exponentially. "I trust I don't have to keep one eye on you for the entire two hours, Mr Weasley?"

"'Course not, sir. I'm only here to supervise my charge. In fact, you could say I'm the professor here."

"That doesn't fill me with much more confidence," Sharp mutters, then flicks his quill. "I've prepared the one on the left. Work quietly, please."

You seem nonplussed when Garreth steers you to the potions station. "Do you have a... reputation?"

"Don't know what you mean."

"You must do, by the professor's tone. You're a— miscreant."

"I'm a creative," he corrects. "Professor Sharp just doesn't appreciate my artistry."

"I can hear you, Mr Weasley."

"See? No appreciation whatsoever."

He gave you a list of ingredients to bring, and as he lights the fire beneath the cauldron, you sort them on the table – a bezoar in a mortar, mistletoe berries tied together with twine, Mooncalf tears in a phial. He notices you spend an inordinate amount of time placing them in neat, agreeable piles, rather than, you know, starting the actual potion-making, and he tucks this information away.

"Right, so, today I thought you could brew the antidote to common poisons."

"Antidote," you say stiffly. "Common poisons."

"That's what I said."

"Isn't that a third year subject?"

"It is." He smiles devilishly. "But we're going to do it with a twist."

Your brow furrows. "You're supposed to teach me relevant things, Garreth."

"You'll be lucky I'm not adding my own spin on it. No, just a simple improvement to up the ante. We're going make sure our potion can also act as an antidote to spider venom."

"Spider venom?" Your hand reaches for the textbook, but Garreth palms it away. "But— I need the recipe."

"You won't get the full recipe in your O.W.L. exams. You only get a list of ingredients and vague instructions. But it's better to learn by doing, and you will be expected to understand how the property of each ingredient affects the potion." He gestures. "Shall we begin?"

Your lips are flat as you fill the cauldron with standard potioning water – two pints of it, until it bubbles nicely over the flames. You know the first step by heart, which is to crush the bezoar into a fine powder and add four measures. Good start. With each of his thorough explanations, you fidget, uncomfortable.

"Why not just feed someone a bezoar? It works, doesn't it?"

"Why do we extract essence of dittany instead of just nibbling on the stem? Because combined with other ingredients the potion is more powerful. A bezoar wouldn't work against more virulent spider venom on its own, but it will in the potion we're brewing, because its healing properties are enhanced. Also, have you tried shoving that whole thing in your gob? Tastes rank."

"Wait," you say suddenly. "I need to write this down."

"The tastes rank part, or shoving in your gob part?"

You ignore him, grabbing your quill and scribbling furiously.

"Watch your cauldron. It's bubbling over."

You squeak, dropping the quill and stirring. A sheen of sweat coats your forehead, which is pretty hilarious. You've only just started.

"What's the next step?" he asks.

Your eyes skim the ingredients, frantic. "Erm... Mooncalf tears?"

"Try again." When you grimace, he says, "Begins with Stuh. Ends with andard ingredient."

You glare at him. "This doesn't make sense. Why add that now?"

"It's a stabilising agent. It emulsifies the ingredients together."

"Like eggs in a cake," you murmur, which surprises him. "But we've only added the bezoar to the water. What's there to stabilise?"

"Bezoars don't dissolve in water, and this will help the ingredients we add next."

He can see your frustration. Suddenly it makes sense why you hate Potions so much. You don't understand the science behind it – ironic, for someone who seems so methodical, and so proficient at other more technical subjects like Transfiguration. You pour the herbs into the brew, watching cautiously as the liquid thickens and changes colour from grimy brown to forest green, and notes of saltiness waft into the air.

"Good." The potion isn't looking too bad – maybe a little too green, but not unworkable. "Now, what next?"

"... Mooncalf tears?"

"Nope. You need to desaturate the brew."

"So turn up the heat?" He gives a firm nod. "For how long?"

"Well, you've added standard ingredient, which acts as a thickening agent already, and bezoar powder burns easily, even in water. Do you think much heat should be applied?"

"... Maybe?"

"Bet your examiner would love that answer."

You scowl. "Just tell me."

"Bring it to simmer," he instructs. "But only for a few minutes. For the aforementioned reasons."

After you write this down, you nudge another piece of wood into the fire pit below, then adjust the knob for heat. After a few moments, the bubbles pop ferociously on the surface. He watches you watching it, transfixed, eyebrows sloping in intense concentration. It's clear you desperately want this to work – but something holds you back, whether it's just disinterest in the subject or not. You lower the heat after three minutes, leaning back.

"Now do we add the Mooncalf tears?"

He laughs. "Merlin's beard, you're desperate to get those tears in. No, now you wave your wand and let it stew. Do you know for how long?"

"I remember this," you say. "It was about thirty minutes."

"Are you sure?"

"Well now I'm not."

His grin only grows. "What type of cauldron are you using?"

"Pewter."

"How will that affect the time?"

"Isn't pewter less conducive of magical properties than the others, and therefore makes brewing time slower?"

"I don't know. Is it?"

"Garreth."

"Yes, you're right," he says. "You're a right laugh, you know."

"You're not," you remark tersely. "So it stews for more time then?"

"Probably about forty-five minutes, though I reckon with how you bunged all the standard ingredient in, it'll probably need a few minutes more. We'll eyeball it."

You squeak. "We can't— eyeball it!"

"'Course we can. When it's reduced enough, we'll take it off the heat."

Still, it's about a fifty-minute wait, and unfortunately you decide to get him back for all the fun he's having by asking how his History of Magic essay is going (... it's not). Even Professor Sharp laughs when he stumps at the first bullet point.

When the fifty minutes slog by (and they do slog – probably because Garreth dies a little with each legislative policy he has to know by name), you check the potion again. The water has boiled down to a gooey liquid, half the size it was before, and the colour has deepened.

"Now you have ground unicorn horn to add. This is where it gets interesting." His voice dances with glee, but you look like you'd rather get punched in the face. "The recipe for the regular antidote calls for a pinch of unicorn horn, then two clockwise stirs. But to work against a more potent poison like spider venom, you need at least two pinches, and double the number of stirs, to let everything combine."

You hunch over your unicorn horn powder. "Are you sure this isn't one of your creative exploits?"

"Hand on heart, this is all by-the-book," he says, then calls out, "In fact, I should really get some house points for it!"

"Don't hold your breath," Sharp calls back.

Garreth winks at you. "Worth a try, right?"

Your brow drops in exasperation.

Still, you follow his next instructions carefully. Two pinches of unicorn horn powder, then four stirs of the cauldron, and it hisses and pops as the powder melts into the solution. Finally you add two mistletoe berries, careful to keep the toxic leaves away, and wave your wand to finish. It's as expected – not bad for someone who claims to struggle at the subject, though he had to coach you through most of it.

"So... how do we know if the potion works?"

"Funny you should ask." Garreth reaches for his bag. "I have a spider I keep in a jar—"

You scrabble away at once. "What?" you shriek – it's the first explosive emotion he's seen from you. "No, no, no—"

"Merlin, that was a joke! 'Course I don't have a spider in my bag!"

Your shoulders drop. Your expression storms.

"Not. Funny."

But he giggles. "Come on. That was kind of funny."

"You really are a miscreant."

"Not a fan of spiders, are you?"

"They're detestable." You shudder, crossing your arms. "I don't know how anyone can stand the creatures."

"I think they're kind of cute. You know, in an ugly sort of way."

You step back to the station, gesturing with your chin to the potion again. "So? How do you know if we succeeded?"

"Colour, consistency, smell. Is it teal? Yes. Is it thick, and the bottom of the cauldron is only visible when you scrape it with a spoon? Yes. Does it smell like Graphorn dung?" He sniffs. Winces. "Oh yeah."

"How do you know what Graphorn dung smells like?"

"You don't want to know." (It involved Everett, naturally.) "So, with all those factors, we can safely say the potion was a resounding success. Huzzah!"

Yet you don't seem particularly pleased. He's not sure why, given that his aunt implied you were so poor at the subject even a mediocre brew was unthinkable. But maybe your bar to success is much higher than his. He helped you a lot, after all – maybe you'll only consider these tutoring sessions a win if you manage to brew an entire potion by yourself, without his ogling over your shoulder. Without someone literally telling you what to do.

And if that's what you want, okay. He's happy to help. The quicker you pick up these potions lessons, the quicker he is freed of your prickly company.

"Wait," you say suddenly, "what were the Mooncalf tears for?"

"Oh, those?" He chuckles. "They're not for anything. They're just to bamboozle you."

Your glare is potent enough to set him on fire.

"I am trying to learn here, and you fooling around is not helping."

"Who says this isn't helping? You'll never forget Mooncalf tears aren't in the antidote now, will you?"

"But— that's—!" You let out a groan. "You're being insufferable."

He just laughs harder. "You're so prim, it's hilarious."

"If wanting to learn things the proper way makes me prim, so be it."

"The proper way? Oh ho ho, no. There's no proper way."

"Written study is the proper way."

He leans on the potions station, grinning villainously. "Then I'll prove to you that it's not all about textbooks and words on a page. You're going to learn so hard you won't know what hit you. You'll see."

Your raise your chin, derision clear.

"Very well then, Garreth."

"All righty then, Prim."

He sees how it digs. "What? Don't— don't call me that!"

"Only calling you what you are, Prim."

When the session ends, he agrees to start that essay – or at least think about starting it – and you agree to review your notes for the antidote, but no matter how many times you remind him of your real name, he teases you with the moniker until you part ways. Unfortunately for you, insufferable doesn't quite have the same ring to it, and you wouldn't dare deign to his level of immaturity.

So at the end of the first week, you still call him Garreth.

And he calls you Prim.

[Next chapter coming soon] <3 [Divider credit, gorgeous art by Lyworth]

[theladyofshalott1989]

You’re My Medicine for Melancholy (I Want to Take You In) // Sebastian Sallow x m!MC Fluff

I took the day off today to "take a break from work," which apparently means write a fluffy one-shot. I tried, folks. I really did try.

Anywho, enjoy!

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1,297

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Summary: In which Sebastian reflects on everything that led to this moment: waking up as a married man beside the love of his life, with a future full of endless possibilities stretching before them.

Waking up to Damien on this first day of the rest of their lives together felt like a miracle—different somehow, even though Sebastian and Damien had been inseparable since they were boys, having spent countless hours entwined together in beds across various locales: the Evans estate, the Slytherin and Ravenclaw common rooms, their cottage in the beach vivarium in the Room of Requirement, a rented room at The Three Broomsticks, and now, here in their home in Hogsmeade, as a married couple. 

Sebastian had long established the fact that Damien was his and he was Damien’s, but now it was official. He was Sebastian Evans-Sallow, and it had a delightful ring to it. A tender smile spread across Sebastian’s face as he studied his husband, still peacefully asleep beside him, his expression serene, his mouth slightly ajar. Even in sleep, even drooling into his pillow, he was a beautiful specimen of a man. Sebastian knew that one day, waking up to Damien might become as familiar as an old tune, but today was not that day.

And Sebastian would never say it out loud, but he had to be honest with himself—Damien was in a different class altogether. Better-looking—if only slightly, yes, but still true—wealthy to an almost absurd degree, more forgiving, and certainly more romantic. It was quite ridiculous if he thought too hard about it. Sebastian hadn’t the foggiest idea how he managed to win the favor of someone so far above his station. Damien had somehow picked him, and Sebastian wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. No, sir. 

The memories of their wedding the day before were still firmly ingrained in his head, swirling around like thoughts in a Pensieve. Damien’s vows had been impeccable: honest, sincere, and deeply affecting. When he said, “With you, I’ve found a home in every moment, no matter where we are,” Sebastian felt a lump form in his throat. He’d even teared up, wiping away at his eyes as he squinted into the sun, hoping everyone would just assume it was the sunlight that made his eyes glisten. It didn’t fool Damien. He’d reached out for Sebastian’s hands and given them a light squeeze for the second time that day, his own eyes welling up in return. When all was said and done, in an attempt to prevent himself from blubbering, Sebastian joked, “Well, that will be hard to top,” eliciting laughs from the crowd of their family and friends, sitting in rows before them in the middle of Hogsmeade Square. Sebastian’s vows paled in comparison to Damien’s, but he hoped his message was clear: Damien was his light, guiding him through the darkest shadows, even when the path ahead was hidden from view. Or something like that. Not to be too sentimental. 

As the memories of the day before lingered in his mind, Sebastian found himself studying Damien’s face with a renewed intensity. Everything faded into the background, leaving him alone with the man who had become his everything. 

Sebastian soaked in every detail, wanting to remember this moment forever and always. Damien’s thick eyelashes, as blond as his hair, the beginnings of crinkles at the corners of his eyes, which Sebastian knew would deepen with time, even a smile line that had already begun to form on the right corner of his mouth, but not the left, perhaps a result of Damien’s lopsided grin. 

He had been so intent on analyzing his new husband’s face that he didn’t even realize that Damien had opened his eyes. “Good morning to you, too,” Damien said through a light chuckle. 

Sebastian jolted out of his careful examination, making Damien laugh all the more. 

“See something you like?” Damien teased, nudging closer to wrap his long arms around Sebastian. His laughter trailed off, his breath warm against the crook of Sebastian’s neck.

Sebastian tensed, his whole body awakening as Damien's body pressed against his, especially since they’d fallen asleep last night bare—as one would expect on one’s wedding night. Damien must have just remembered this fact too as he stiffened a heartbeat after Sebastian. “No,” Damien said, shaking his head and releasing his firm grip on Sebastian’s torso. He scooched back, a stubborn hand’s-width of distance now separating them from each other. “We can’t right now.” Sebastian quirked a brow. “Are you talking to yourself or to me?”

“Hard to say,” Damien replied. He scrambled up, then ducked down to grab his trousers from the floor, where Sebastian had tossed them last night. 

“And why can’t we?” Sebastian punctuated his question with a pout. 

“We have breakfast with Anne and Ominis,” Damien said, pulling up his trousers. He grabbed his wristwatch from the nightstand, giving it a casual glance, then blanched. “Get up, Sebastian, or we’ll be late!” Sebastian rubbed his eyes. “You’re worried about being late? Who are you and what have you done with my husband?” He sat up against the headboard and tousled his wavy hair. 

“Bash, I’m serious! We can’t be late.” Damien grabbed a wrinkled shirt draped across the chair in the corner of the room and tossed it on haphazardly, buttoning it with careless abandon. “Anne said she would bake us her special scones. The ones with currants! We don’t want them to be cold when we arrive.”

“Perish the thought,” Sebastian sighed. “You choose scones over a delightful morning wake-up? Well, I never!” He was only half joking. In fact, he was rather put-out by this unfortunate turn of events. 

Damien trudged over to Sebastian’s side of the bed and held out his hands for him to take. Sebastian reluctantly obliged and Damien yanked him out of bed, nearly pulling off his arms in the process.

“Steady now,” Sebastian chided. “We still have our weekend trip to Edinburgh to enjoy. Let’s not break me before then.”

Damien barked out a laugh, then shoved Sebastian toward his clothing, which was laying in a pile on the floor. Not Sebastian’s usual style, being the more cleanly of the two, but last night was the exception to the rule. “Hurry!” Damien said. “A moment.” Damien had missed a button on his shirt, so Sebastian remedied that, then rose up slightly on his tiptoes and pecked Damien on the forehead. He was still very naked, so his erect cock trailed lightly up Damien’s body, as he intended. 

Damien inhaled sharply. “Don’t. Tempt. Me,” he said through gritted teeth. “Tempt you? Little old me?” Sebastian reached for Damien’s generous cock with his right hand, the stubborn fabric of his trousers in the way, and grasped it firmly. 

“Sebastian!” 

Sebastian smirked, his hand still cradling his husband’s privates. He could get used to this. “It will have to do for now, I suppose.” He released his grip and leaned down to the floor to pick up his clothing. He had hoped his scandalous display would work, but it seemed not. Alas. At first, Damien stood stock-still beside him. He didn’t appear to move a muscle. But then, faster than the blink of an eye, he stripped off all his clothing. Trousers flew over Sebastian’s head as he stood back up. 

“I changed my mind,” Damien said, raking a hand through his long hair which fell in effortless waves just past his shoulders. 

Sebastian dropped the pile of clothing he’d been holding at his feet and leaped forward. He murmured, “I thought you might,” before his lips collided with Damien’s. He maneuvered Damien as gracefully as he could manage in his aroused state to the bed, where he fully intended to ravage him until all thoughts of baked goods fled from Damien’s pretty little head.

Someone clearly needed to sort out his priorities. And that someone wasn’t Sebastian. 

[lilac-ravenclaw]

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The Picnic 🧺 - 3k words / fluff

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General Info

Name: Raven Fawlty - { reason for her name for me } “Ravens” often represents ancient wisdom, transformation and intelligence. The name “Raven” means “dark haired or wise”. “Fawlty”… honestly this was a gimmick at first. As I love the show, Fawlty Towers with John Cleese. Ran in the mid-late 70s with only 12 episodes, and was hilarious imo. it was the first name I could think of when creating my character.

Birthday: January 29, 1874 { The Raven was published in Jan 29, 1845 }

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Sex/Gender: Female { she/her }

Ethnicity: Latina and English

House: Ravenclaw

Wand

Stalk: Dark Brown

Wood type: Willow

Core type: Unicorn Hair

Flexibility: Reasonably Supply

Wand Length: 12”

Handle: Checkerboard - Blue

Patronus: Black Bear

The Black Bear is known for their adaptability and resourcefulness. Others will see her as a fierce opponent who will protect herself and those close to her. Only those close to her will know of that softer side she usually keeps hidden away.

Physical Appearance

Eye color: Light Violet

Skin color: Tan/light brown, with olive undertones.

Hair: Long length and black, usually worn in a braid.

Height: 5’1” (155cm)

Weight: 110lbs (49kg)

Body type: Hourglass and petite

Birthmarks: small mole on the face, left cheek

Fashion style: Loves wearing a comfortable trouser, but will still wear a button up blouse and a skirt. Doesn’t care for the traditional school robe, but favors a nice blazer/jacket when needed.

Accessories: Pierced ears for small earrings, (wears a pair of snake gold snake earrings Sebastian gave to her as a birthday gift).

History

Place of birth: Somewhere in the UK

Childhood: Grew up in orphanage in London. Doesn’t know who her parents are, or her real name. She has a love for literature and took the name “Raven” after Edgar Allen Poe’s poem, The Raven. The orphanage she resided in was very strict and had a harsh living environment. The caretaker was mean to the children, much like a Miss Hannigan from the show Annie. So much so, that is how Raven acquired her last name “Fawlty”. A homonym for “faulty”, meaning of faults, inadequate, or wrong. (Which is also why the show, Fawlty Towers, got its name too.) Unknowingly to be a future Ravenclaw, took the insult of a name as a challenge to succeed and learn all she could and be the best version of herself.

Family history: Her father originally from South America and went to Castelobruxo, a wizarding school in Brazil. Being from the heart of the Amazon rain forest, he had a profound love for magical creatures. Which is where Raven gets her love for magical creatures as well. He had traveled all over the world and eventually made his way to Europe where he met Raven’s mother, was also traveling abroad as well. She had also attending Hogwarts in her youth, being a former Ravenclaw too. She loved astronomy, and music literature (her mother, Raven's grandmother, was a music instructor). It is unknown what happened to her parents in their untimely death, and how Raven ended up at the orphanage. **Keep in mind, Raven herself doesn’t know this. I just wanted to write this down to know where she gets her personality and interests come from ☺️**

Notable events/milestones: Raven always knew somehow.. she was different. Though, according to the wizarding world’s standards, it took a little longer for her powers to emerge. Even small things would happen here and there, without her realizing what had happen and that she was the cause of such strange occurrences. Until one day when the orphan keeper (the person who runs the orphanage) was “disciplining” one of the children and Raven stepped in to protect them and that enough was enough. She had forced a large shelf to fall over onto the orphan keeper… it was as if what she was thinking became a reality. Afraid of what would happen, Raven ran away, seeking shelter where she could. As Professor Fig was assigned the task of giving Raven her letter and bringing her to Hogwarts, it still took no time at all for Professor Fig to find Raven even though she was missing from the orphanage. She was hesitant at first but overall wasn’t scared at all, and actually was relieved to know there were others like her. A whole world like her just waiting to be apart of and that was the happiest day in her life.

Other notes: She had studied with Professor Fig for the duration of the summer before starting at Hogwarts. Having only gained her powers after the school year had finished. He had become the first father figure to Raven.

Psychological Traits

Personality type: INFP (Mediator) is a personality type with the introverted, intuitive, feeling and prospecting traits. These rare personality types tend to be quiet, open-minded, and imaginative, and they apply a caring and creative approach to everything they do.

Personality traits: intelligent, witty, adventurous, warm, courageous, emotionally intuitive, and quick-thinker.

Introvert/Extrovert: Sometimes both. Loves to be around her close friends, but doesn’t mind spending time alone reading a good book or flying on her broom.

Hobbies: Star-gazing, tending to the magical beasts in the Vivarium, reading, and singing. Doesn’t audition for the school choir til her 6th year. She doesn’t tell anyone except Poppy if she should try out, as Raven was 100% nervous about it and never sang in front of people.

Loves: Flying on her broom and singing in the choir.

Morals/Virtues: Values being compassionate and always being there for her friends/loved ones at a moment’s notice. Tries to do right by them and stand by their side when times are tough. She knows what it feels like to be alone in certain situations and doesn’t want her friends to go through the same thing.

Phobias/Fears: Being trapped in a “cage” and being forgotten.

Relationships

Love Interest: Sebastian Sallow… From the very beginning she felt like there was some sort of connection, but was a bit too oblivious to see it at first. He’s very charming and almost flirtatious with other girls, so figured she wasn’t any different. Sometimes she will catch him sneaking a glance in her direction during class, while studying in the Library or at mealtimes in the Great Hall. It was so easy to stand by him and help him find a cure for his sister without even a second thought. It may have been foolish, but Raven knows what it’s like to have no support when at your lowest. To feel like all hope is lost. She can understand losing your parents at a young age.

Parents: Deceased, Names Unknown

Grandparents: Unknown, Names Unknown

Best friends: Poppy Sweeting and Natsai Onai

Friends: Ominis Gaunt, Garreth Weasley, Amit Thakker, and Imelda Reyes

Rivals: Leander Prewett, not in a bad way. It's mostly a friendly competition when playing Summoner's Court.

Enemies: Peeves the Poltergeist, damn him for catching them in the Library!

Clubs: Crossed Wands, Summoner’s Court, and Hogwart's Glee Club ( was super hesitant in trying out for the school's choir, but her best friend Poppy gave her the confidence she needed to try out).

If you’ve made it this far then thank you so much for reading. Hope you enjoyed learning about my MC✨

[lil-grem-draws]

Anybody else plays HP Magic Awakened and has a Ravenclaw boy dormroom with a free bed or feels like joining another room? I'm trying to get some basic activities done, and having a friend/dormmate task (or what is it called there) is not letting me pass onto the next stage 😭 I'm playing in Asia, Ashwinder server if it matters, feel free to kick me later. A total noob here 😂

Screenshots with my MCs below (to many actually), but I only kept Elland's account. I saved a lot of Will for reference cause I love this style and would love to adapt it a little!

Since the starter design didn't have proper ginger hair colour, I gave up on making William, and made Elland instead. Yes, he is in Ravenclaw, I could never decide if he's a Puff or Raven. HL got Puff Elland, Magic got Raven.

Also some William from when I tried to play it on PC but I cannot connect the account to mobile cause Warer Brother's website AND NetEasy are not sending me the verification code.

Anyway, while Elland's hair fit him perfectly, I had a harder time accepting Will's hair colour. The face tho and everything else, and the hair flip, and eyes - real Will!

[undrrcxxt]

request by @vechxrrr : “Can you do a throuple ff with Sebastian x mc x ominis and they were having a party in the ravenclaw common room (mc's house) and both Sebastian and ominis lost mc and later found her in the stairwell leading to the girl's dorm and mc drunkenly admitted to loving both of them and wanting to be a lovely dovey throuple and wanted to have many babies with them and both liked that idea but lead her to bed since she was drunk and it ended up her waking up with both of them”

thank you for requesting!!

drinking, mentions of other people getting to third base💀

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everything was hot and sticky and spinning, but mc was having the time of her life. It was the end of the year party in ravenclaw, mc’s house, and almost every 7th year was there. It was an eventful night, everywhere mc turned she saw couples making out, or even getting to third base.

she tried not to stare too long, but she couldn’t help imagining it was her and two certain slytherins publicly groping one another instead. the girl shook her head and mumbled to herself, “it’s not going to happen. that’s crazy talk and you know it.”

She made her way towards the liquor table, but before she could get there she saw another couple. “you know.. i think that’s my que to go.” mc said to herself and drunkenly made her way towards her dormitory.

-

Sebastian and Ominis were not having the time of their lives. everything was hot and sticky, and to make matters worse they couldn’t find mc anywhere. “Sebastian, we have to find her.” Ominis said, a hint of worry in his voice. “Do you know how much she had to drink?”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, “Yes, Ominis, I know. Loosen up a bit will ya? we’ll find her.” He grabbed the blind boys hand and pulled him somewhere a little quieter. “Do you want to split up to look for her or stay together?” “Stay together, are you out of your mind! Sebastian, i don’t know if you’ve forgotten but i’m blind. And this party is packed! I think I would get lost.”

The Sallow boy chuckled “alright alright. Where do we look first?” Ominis stood there thinking for a few moments. “Uhh, the dormitories? maybe she went up there.” Sebastian grabbed his hand again, “the dormitories it is!”

So the boys made their way towards the dorms, and soon enough they found a sniffling mc sitting in the stairwell. Ominis was the first to notice, even with being blind. He let go off Sebastians hand and raced towards the girl. “Are you alright?! Darling, what’s wrong? has someone done something to you?”

mc giggled, “no. no..” she said drunkenly, “i was just thinkin bout somethin.” Sebastian grabbed her hand, “what were you thinking about, love?” the ravenclaw girl sniffled again, “how much i love you guys, and i don’t wanna pick between you.” tears started rolling down her cheeks. “and i know it’s un heard of but i want both of you guys, and i want kids with you guys and i just want you guys to be mine. both of you.” she ended her ramble, wiping her eyes.

Ominis and Sebastian looked dumbfounded at her, but the blind one was the first to say something. “I want that too, darling.” Sebastian cleared his throat, “yeah same.”

mc sniffed once more, “really?” Ominis caressed her cheek, “Always have, little dove.” Sebastian put a hand on Ominis shoulder, “We’ll make it work, okay mc?” the girl nodded and giggled. Ominis helped her up, “alright darling, let’s go to bed.”

The boys lead mc to her dorm, and they both tucked her in kissing her forehead goodnight. “stay with me? please?” the ravenclaw asked holding her hands out. the two slytherins looked at each other. Sebastian shrugged and cuddled up to mc without a second thought. Ominis, on the other hand was a bit more hesitant. “mc.. i don’t know if that’s a good idea..” Sebastian scoffed, “oh bugger up mate, just get in.”

-

mc was the first to wake up. She tried to sit up to go fetch some water, anything to help the headache, but a pair of arms were holding her down. She looked over, a bit mortified, and found Sebastian Sallow sleeping next to her. Now, if this was any other time she would be beyond excited that she got a night with the slytherin, but she didn’t remember anything.

She turned over again, trying to get out of Sebastians grip when she came face to face with Ominis Gaunt. “good morning little dove.” the blind boy said, eyes still shut, and his voice a bit raspy from sleeping. mc’s breath hitched, “good morning ominis..”

On the other side of the bed Sebastian groaned, and mc giggled. “Ominis.. what happened last night?” the slytherin chuckled, “oo that will be a fun story to tell. better we wait for sebastian to wake up, hm?”

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finished!! i hope this is something like what you had in mind!! (also would like to point out they don’t do anything when they get into bed with her. they just sleep… bc she’s drunk..)

[blueraineshadows]

Heart Song Part Four

Leander Prewett x F!MC ❤️🔞🌶 NSFW

Keeping their new found feelings behind closed doors, Leander and MC are caught up in the whirlwind of their hearts as the concert performance draws near.

"Oh, will you please hold still," Natty said, sighing. She grabbed MC's hips and gave her a stern look. "I'm going to stab you with a pin in a moment if you're not careful."

MC was standing on a stool, Natty trying to pin her dress for the adjustments that needed to be made. It was a gorgeous silk gown in deep red, and MC felt a flutter of excitement at the thought of wearing it. It was delicately low cut and extremely flattering at the waist, a romantic gown for a romantic performance.

"Sorry," she cringed. "I'm just...nervous, excited...oh, just all the feelings! The concert is a week away!" She pressed her hands to her chest in an attempt to calm her frayed nerves.

Natty grinned and released her hips, smoothing the silk down the skirt to get another look at the hem. "You are going to look so beautiful," she sighed. Her eyes flicked slyly up at MC. "Leander is a very lucky boy."

MC flushed. "It's just a song, Natty," she said.

Natty gave her a look. "Hmm, yes, just a song," she said. She adjusted the skirt and took another pin from her little cushion. "After seeing your rehearsal yesterday, I must say I am impressed with both of your acting skills. You absolutely convinced me you were utterly in love with just a song."

MC had to skip her eyes away, her flush spreading down her neck to redden her chest. Her pulse fluttered as she thought of her rehearsal sessions in private with Leander, his lips at her throat, their bodies pressed close, and the addictive sound of his quickened breaths near her ear.

They had to steal whatever private moments they could, indulging in their secret desires away from prying eyes, away from Elizabeth's eyes.

It had been a couple of weeks since Leander had broken things off with Elizabeth, but she was still very sour about it, and any classes with the Ravenclaw had been filled with tension. MC had been the subject of her icy glares and little digs, but MC had tried to brush it all off.

She was far too busy with classes, school work, and rehearsals to worry about some jealous girl. And it was easy to forget when she could lose herself in Leander's kisses.

She looked down at the dress, heart pounding, and then studied her friend, tempted to let the truth spill from her lips. She was utterly smitten with Leander Prewett, her body and soul consumed with thoughts of him. It was hard to sleep, hard to eat, and she had been prone to daydreaming in class more than once.

Sebastian knew, but he was excellent at keeping her secrets, she could trust him with her life. If other people started to find out, then it wouldn't be long before Elizabeth found out, and MC didn't really fancy another showdown like the one in Herbology.

Although, she wasn't afraid of a fight, and she would if she had to.

She cleared her throat and gave Natty a smile. "Well, I should hope we do make it look convincing, we have worked so hard on that performance, and you know how I love to give everything 110%," she said. "I would be disappointed if we had failed to showcase all our hard work to the best of our abilities."

Natty stood up and gave MC a smile. "MC, it's alright," she said, soothingly. "I'm not making fun, neither am I going to gossip. Although, I think most people in the production have already drawn their own conclusions. You and Leander have chemistry, MC. The very air crackles in the room around you."

MC's breath released with a shaky sigh. "Really?"

Natty nodded. "Yes, really," she said. "You may be the model of polite school chums in classes and in the halls, but once you get up on stage, there is no hiding it. It's rather breathtaking to witness, MC. I truly believe he adores you!"

MC pressed her hands to her flushed face. "Oh my," she breathed. "As if I wasn't nervous enough."

Natty giggled and took hold of her friend's hands to give them a reassuring squeeze. "Trust me, this concert is going to blow the enchanted roof off the Great Hall. I can't wait!"

....*....

Despite the bustle of preparation around the concert, there was still school work to be getting on with, and Leander was trying to get his Charms assignment finished so he could get to a piano.

The library was quiet, almost empty, and he had found a good spot to get some work done. His books were spread out across the table and he was bent over his parchment, getting his words down with ink and quill.

He looked up as footsteps approached, halting suddenly as they rounded the bookcase, his eyes meeting with a pair of familiar blue ones. Elizabeth flushed pink at the sight of him, her fingers tightening around the book she held. For once, she didn't look angry, and she hesitated, eyes flicking over him.

Leander still felt bad about how things had played out between them, he genuinely hadn't wanted to upset her. His lips lifted into a hesitant, uncertain smile as she stared at him.

"Hello, Leander," she said. She fiddled with her book. "How...how have you been?"

His smile widened a little. "Erm, good, very busy," he replied. "You?"

"I'm getting there," she said. She looked down, chewing her lip. "I...I miss you. I was rather used to having you there beside me in class, or in Crossed Wands."

Leander shifted awkwardly in his seat, twirling his quill. He looked down at his parchment.

"Maybe we could partner up at the next Crossed Wands meeting," she suggested. "We still have to bring down the reigning champions after all. We had a pact, remember?"

He smiled and nodded. "I remember our pact," he said. "Although, Sebastian and MC are a formidable duo. I'm not sure anyone can bring them down in all fairness."

She scowled. "That's defeatist talk, Leander," she said. Her eyes gleamed with determination. "I would love nothing more than to beat those two, they're so bloody smug."

Leander frowned. "They earned their wins, Elizabeth, you shouldn't take it so personally."

She sighed and moved closer, taking the chair next to him. "Come on, Leander," she said. She reached out to put her hand over the top of his on the table top, her fingers trembling a little. "Where's that fighting talk of yours? You used to want nothing more than to put Sallow on his backside. Team up with me again. We were so good together, and we can do it. We can beat them, I know we can."

He stared down at her hand on his and wondered if this was about more than Crossed Wands. He shifted awkwardly and withdrew his hand, slowly.

"I'm not sure. I'm so busy with the concert rehearsals, I don't really have the time right now," he said.

Her shoulders dipped as he withdrew his hand and she bowed her head. "I'm sorry I got so jealous," she said, quietly. When she met his eyes, hers were shining with tears. "I pushed you away, and it was the last thing that I wanted. I...I was wrong."

He swallowed hard, his cheeks warming. The truth burned at his insides. Elizabeth had been right to be jealous. "Erm...it's alright. Let's just forget about it," he said, awkwardly. "We can still be friends."

"Friends?" She looked deflated. "So, will you partner me again in the duels? Maybe after the concert is done with."

"We'll see," he said.

She nodded. She was quiet as though thinking, and then she smiled and put her hand on his forearm. "I'm glad we had this chat. I'll see you in class."

As she walked away, Leander felt a shiver pass over him. He had the uncomfortable feeling that her friendliness was somehow worse than her being mad, and he wasn't sure why.

....*....

Leander slid the cylinder into the gramophone and set it to play. MC smiled as he moved towards her, his hands taking hold of hers. Her heart fluttered at his closeness and when the music began to play, she was taken back to the first night she had heard him playing the piano.

The first song she had played for him, Minstrels Sonnet, flowed from the gramophone, and goosebumps spread up her arms as he held her gently. He led her in a dance across Professor Florence's private music room, his gaze locked on hers.

"So, you can dance as well?" She smiled. "What a man of many talents you are."

He smiled and twirled her around, her skirt fanning outwards. "My mother had me take lessons," he said. "I hated it, but now I can't thank her enough, because now I can do this..."

He held her closer, moving her in a delicate step across the woven rug, spinning her about before dipping her backwards. She giggled in delight, her hands gripping him tightly as he bent to press a kiss to her lips.

As they straightened, he stilled and put a hand to her face, his touch as gentle as always. "I can't believe I can do this with you," he said. "Never, in a million years, could I have imagined that you would ever want to. Not with me."

"I can't imagine doing it with anyone else but you, Leander, " she whispered. Her heart thudded against her ribs, her depth of feeling for him engulfing her in delicate flame. "I want you, and only you."

The fire that was flickering to life inside of her was reflected in the depths of his gaze. Their many kisses had always been something to appreciate and crave, but this kiss felt deeper, the emotion behind it was stoked by something much more primal.

Every drawn breath was an ache, and every sigh conveyed a need that she thought might burn her up until nothing was left. When his hands moved from her waist to her hips, she didn't stop him, in fact she leaned into him.

Her lower back was resting against the solid wood of the baby grand piano, and she kept urging him closer against her body, craving the weight of him pressing on her. Their kisses became heated, desperate, and he paused, pressing his forehead to hers to catch his breath.

"Are you alright?" She whispered.

"I need a moment," he said. "I don't want to get too carried away and overstep the mark."

The gramophone had finished playing, and the room was quiet save for the sound of their fast breathing. She felt the ache low down in her belly, this new and exciting need that kept her awake at night after he had kissed her goodnight.

He felt it too, and he was being the gentleman, as always, and she adored him for it. But she craved more, needed it like she needed air. Fingers trembling, she lifted her hands to loosen her tie and release the buttons on her blouse.

His eyes widened. "MC, what are you doing?"

She met his gaze and smiled, shyly, as she opened her blouse and slipped it from her shoulders to reveal the light cotton vest she wore beneath, the delicate material draped softly over the peaks of her breasts.

Her skin tingled pleasantly as his eyes dropped to devour the exposed flesh of her shoulders and arms, the tease of skin at the neckline of her vest that hinted of the shadow between her breasts. As if in a trance, he stared as his long fingers softly traced the line of her collar bone, sliding down to her sternum before he paused, swallowing hard. "MC..."

She bit her lower lip and gently grasped his wrist, guiding his hand towards a breast, the warmth of his palm through the thin cotton making her sigh softly, her breast tightening under his touch. Her breathing hitched as he cupped her, so gentle, his thumb tracing a teasing circle.

He kissed her, hard, and she moaned into his mouth, her back arching greedily into his touch. As he kissed her neck, she tilted her head back, his tongue tracing along her collar bone, his nose nudging against the silk strap of her vest. She shifted her arm, dipping her shoulder so that the strap could slip suggestively downwards.

Leander took the hint, his fingers hooking under both straps to slide them down her arms, her vest pooling at her waist to expose her to him. His eyes burned. "Gods," he breathed. "You're so beautiful."

Her fingers slid into his hair as he bent to press kisses to her exposed skin, his mouth taking a delicate peak into a teasing suck, drawing a soft cry from her lips. His mouth was warm, wet and delicious against her flesh, making her burn and pant, utterly at his mercy.

It was everything and yet still not enough, merely throwing more fuel onto the blaze within. As his hands smoothed down her back and sides, cupping her breasts, learning her curves, she tugged at his tie and shirt, undoing the buttons so she could feel his skin under her palms.

Burning as though with a fever she kissed his chest, his skin pale and dusted with freckles, her hands smoothing over the flat plane of his stomach and around to explore the expanse of his back. His shirt hung loose from his shoulders as she pressed up close, her nipples so very sensitive against the scratch of hair on his chest.

"Leander," she said, lifting her gaze to his. "I'm yours."

He groaned and buried his face into her neck, breathing in deeply, holding her tightly. "And I am yours," he said. "But not here. Gods...MC, I want to, believe me. But not here, not like this."

He cupped her face and looked deeply into her eyes, she thought she might never be able to breathe again at the intensity burning in his gaze. "You deserve to be loved properly, in a bed, not taken up against a piece of furniture," he said.

Her lungs pulled hard to try and breathe, so overwhelmed she felt. She clung to him, the truth spilling from her lips as a low, desperate plea. "I'd let you take me on the ground if I had to, anywhere, anyhow. My body burns for you, Leander."

He gasped, surprised at the brazen way she had spoken. She blushed but knew she had spoken the truth. Half naked and trembling in his arms, she could be anywhere and it wouldn't matter, because she was with him.

Leander squeezed his eyes shut with a groan, his hands tracing her curves. "You wicked little thing," he groaned. "Don't tempt me like that."

She smiled and pressed kisses over his face, teasing his mouth with lips and tongue. "What if I carry on tempting you? What then?" She teased, her mouth moving to press her lips to his neck, finding his ear and biting gently at the lobe, relishing the moans he made. She dropped her voice to a whisper, her lips curved upwards as she spoke into his ear. "Will you give in? Will you...fuck me?"

Her pulse danced at the dirty word, anticipation making her tingle and tremble. The ache between her thighs throbbed, and she pressed her pelvis against him, needing contact.

He stilled at the word, his hand braced against the edge of the piano behind her, the other at her waist. Their eyes locked, and she begged him with her gaze. It was what she wanted. The thought of leaving this room and going to her bed alone without fulfilling the desire that burned through her was unthinkable.

So, that was how MC found herself on her back, the rug beneath her softened by their spread out robes, her body beneath his naked, utterly exposed to him. He had unpinned her hair, the locks tumbled about her head, rumpled from the way his hands had been entangled in it as he had kissed her.

The feel of his naked body against hers was a warmth she needed, her hands learning the shape of him usually hidden beneath his clothes. The stiff, swollen shaft of his arousal had stunned and intrigued her, something she had only ever heard whispers of from other girls.

Nerves had made her hesitate to touch him there, but he had guided her, and the obvious pleasure it gave him inflamed her own desire.

She kissed his hands, those talented long fingers that played the piano so beautifully. Hands that had stolen her heart with their talent and gentleness. So, when he had used those fingers to pleasure her, touching her intimately in ways that made her moans spill erotically from her mouth, she truly felt like she might actually float up from the floor and never come back down.

When the moment finally came, her release washing over her in waves, she cried out his name, clinging to him. He held her, his mouth soft as he kissed the sweat at her neck, his body shifting to settle between her thighs.

"I love you," he whispered. "Let me take you, make you mine."

"Yes," she replied. "I love you, please..."

To be joined with him was something so deeply intimate, so overwhelming, it made a tear slip from her eye. Their bodies moved together, his pleasure voiced with deep moans as his hips rolled with hers.

It did not matter that they were not in a bed, in fact, as her head tipped back, she could see the piano standing behind them. The keys they had both played, the music they created that had brought them together, right there as he made her his. It was fitting, perfect.

Afterwards, they pulled their clothes back on, sharing intimate smiles and soft kisses until she was once again held in his arms, his forehead pressed to hers, their eyes filled with what they had just shared.

"I miss the feel of your skin against mine already," she said, regretfully.

He hummed in agreement, his hands holding her against him just a bit tighter. "I know," he murmured. "We will just have to do it again."

She smiled, bringing her finger tips to his kiss swollen mouth. "Perhaps next time we can do it your way and use a bed."

He chuckled. "That sounds like a plan."

....*....

Gazing out across the grounds, not seeing anything but the memory playing out behind his eyes, Leander jumped as a fist bumped him on the shoulder. "Oi, Lee, hello? Anyone in there?"

He turned dazed eyes to a frowning Garreth. "What?"

Garreth rolled his eyes and grabbed him on the shoulder. "Come on, lover boy," he said. "We're going to be late."

Leander frowned. They were?

Garreth gave him a disbelieving look. "Dress rehearsal?"

"Shit," Leander muttered. He gave himself a mental shake, the memory of how MC had looked spread out on his dormitory bed fading into the background, as he stood up from the bench he had been sitting on. "Of course, let's go."

Garreth chuckled as they made their way into the castle. "Wow, MC has really got into your head, hasn't she?"

Leander smiled and nodded. "I appreciate you helping me sneak her into the dormitory," he said. "I owe you one."

"When are you going to make it public?" Garreth asked. "Surely Elizabeth is over it by now. It's been nearly a month, and she seemed alright the other day in class."

Leander hummed thoughtfully. Elizabeth was being too nice for his liking, standing close, giving him shy looks. It reminded him of what she had been like before they started dating. It wasn't a comfortable thought. He'd had to make a point of moving out of her reach yesterday, and the disappointment on her face had made ice trickle down his neck.

"Maybe after the concert is done, that's only a few more days," he said. "MC is really starting to suffer with nerves, and I don't want to add any extra stress on to her. I'm not convinced Elizabeth is going to take it well. Look what happened in Herbology, and she is obsessed with bringing MC and Sallow down in Crossed Wands."

Garreth gave him a look. "You dodged a hex there, mate. She's a nutter that one. MC is a million times better. I'm actually a little jealous."

Leander felt his chest swell out at that comment. He couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face. "Believe me, I don't understand my luck. She is amazing."

As they walked through the double doors towards the Great Hall, Natty came bursting out through the hall doors, her face one of desperate panic. "Oh, thank Merlin, there you are!" She cried. She hurried towards Leander, gripping his arm tightly. "You need to come, right now. MC... she's inconsolable."

Leander felt his heart drop. "What? Why?"

Natty's face crumbled. "We went to get her ready for the rehearsal, and someone has destroyed her dress. It's ruined! She is devastated!"

Garreth gaped. "Why would someone do that?"

Ice trickled down Leander's neck. Oh shit.

"That's not all," Natty said. "Sebastian is losing his bloody mind with rage, I nearly had to charm ropes to pin him down before he ran off to commit something heinous towards the suspected culprit, the only thing to stop him was MC's distress. You must come, now!"

Leander and Garreth exchanged a panicked look before all three of them took off at a run.

To be continued... Part Five

[morelikeravenbore]

What was Auras reaction to Seb calling her ignorant?

🦋 'Aurélie woke bright and early the following morning with a steely resolve to never utter the name Sebastian Sallow again unless it was to curse it to the wind.' — How to Make a Villain, chapter thirteen.

AAAHHH this question is so fun, thank you for asking it! I've been thinking about my answer all day, so in my usual fashion I'm absolutely going to over-explain it because ✨Ravenclaw.✨

So lemme preface this by saying canon Aurélie was never part of the game events. She started Hogwarts in seventh year and thus had to deal with the consequences of Sebastian's quest line as they slowly but inevitably fell in love. In saying that, I have been dabbling on and off with a fifth year AU in which Sebaura reunite post-graduation after seven years apart, so I've given the IgNoRaNt thing a lot of thought.

To set the scene, here's a snippet of their dynamic in fifth year. (If you think their bickering is bad in Villain universe, they're insufferable in fifth year lolol).

[Sebastian's POV]

'Aura! For once in your life, stop being so dramatic!'

A month. A whole bloody month of chasing after, arguing with, and generally lamenting the existence of the most annoying girl to ever walk the face of the earth; one long, agonising month since she'd shown up at Hogwarts as the new fifth year, the new mystery, and completely derailed life as he'd known it. Not that his life had exactly been on track before her arrival, but if he was the out-of-control locomotive, then she was the broken track that had sent the whole bloody lot careening off the rails and into a ravine, explosions and all.

Needless to say, fifth year MC Aura [hates going on quests.] It's not that she doesn't want to help, it's just that li'l fifteen year old fancy-pants Frenchie hates trudging through the cold muddy Highlands, hates getting her nice shoes all dirty, and especially hates using her magic to blast Beasts into the ether (even if they are big scary spiders or killer Mongrels.) So when she relents to following Sebastian through some icky cave or up a freezing cold mountain in search of some weird relic or whatever, she lets him know in no uncertain terms that she is NOT happy about it. She'd probably even ignore him for weeks afterwards and he'd have to do some serious grovelling (ie bribery with new shoes) just to get her to look at him again.

But still, she does it for him because they're both orphans, they're both lonely, and they're both really leaning on eachother for support. Yes, she hates their "adventures", yes, she complains about it the entire time, but she does it for him. Every single time.

So when Sebastian calls her ignorant — when he crosses the line from light-hearted bickering to actually insulting her? She considers it a huge rejection. She followed him into danger time and time again, overlooked his red flags, even forgave him for the whole crucio thing only for him to personally insult her? Nah bro. Aura's certainly not afraid of letting him know when he's acting out of line, but up until that point, their disagreements had never gotten personal.

This is when everything starts to go south for their friendship, culminating with the Solomon incident and leading to their eventual seven-year split after graduation. When she's really hurt, Aurélie withdraws into herself so deeply that it's very hard to coax her out again. — And that's exactly what happens when he dun fucks up and calls her a nasty name.

NOT TO MENTION calling a Ravenclaw ignorant is like a mortal sin. Like, calling an average every day person ignorant is pretty mean, but a Ravenclaw?! Boy, pls. Sit down.

🦋 Thank you again anon for the cute question, I had so much fun answering it! Here are some more piccies of my girl for you. Have a perfectly scrumptious day!

(the dress was a gift from my love @sleepywitchlory, made by @ominouscorridors)

[the-kcm-muggleborn]

I was bored, so I created...

So I made myself as MC lol. Hope you like her. She's pretty accurate to my looks (except that cut on my right brow.Left yes. Right no.)

Kacey Morgan (or smh like that;). Hufflepuff but really a RAVENCLAW Learned about hogwarts late enough to be called a muggle-born.

Fan fact about me: as you've probably noticed I'm more into photography than drawing. If anybody likes photography,

Hit here :)))

[alun1r]

Hogwarts Legacy Boys React 01.

Hi! I’ve never really done one of these before but I had a weird dream that inspired this idea. This is just a small collection of short one shots basically ( less than 500 words). All in good fun and to help me improve my writing :)

Prompt:

F!MC makes a bet with the character and wins. Now the character must pay up. SFW FLUFF🌸

Ominis Gaunt x MC

The quidditch game truly was neck and neck. Slytherin versus Ravenclaw. Students were all on their feet. It was a truly exciting game. Some of the professors seem to even be excited and cheering on the house they wanted to win.

You cheered for Slytherin along with Ominis. Earlier in the common room you playfully bet Ominis that Imelda would score the most points. Meanwhile he put his money on Sebastian. The two had been competing nonstop all season to score the most. So it was a fun little wager.

And right now, they were tied.

She leaned over to Ominis. “ You’re about to owe me, Ominis.” She teased in a playful manner.

He huffed. “ It’s not over yet. Just you wait. I have faith in, Sallow.” He said proudly.

And right on Que, Imelda made another score adding to Slytherin. The game was coming to a close and sure enough, Sebastian couldn’t get one last score in.

She had won the bet.

“ Yes! Imelda! I have you to thank for this win!” Mc said victoriously. Honestly part of her had already forgotten what the pair had betted. She just wanted the victory over Ominis, because it was cute to see him pout.

She turned over to him as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “ Why on earth do I always put faith in Sebastian. I am always disappointed.” He groaned.

She giggled. “ It’s not that you didn’t have faith. Just face it. Imelda is an amazing player. And Sebastian’s only begun.” She shrugged.

He sighed. “ Ah well this was still fun to attend non the less.” He said with a kind smile. “ A bet is a bet.”

He suddenly reached out feeling for the young girl’s arm. His hand trailed up sending small shivers through her.

His hand gently traced over her shoulder, and up her neck as he tried to feel for her face. He cupped her cheek tenderly and smiled.

“ This isn’t the worst bet to lose.” He said before leaning into her and placing a gentle soft kiss against her cheek.

“ Perhaps we should make bets more often. I enjoy the extra random reason to kiss you. “ he whispered against her ear.

Sebastian Sallow x MC

“ Oh come on I know you can do better than that!!” Sebastian shouted leaning over the ledge of the stands. Any further and he very well could fall off, but he was passionate and absolutely determined to win his bet against MC.

But it was very obviously going to be in her favor. Her favorite player was far ahead in scoring more points than Sebastian’s.

“ I told you this game was as good as mine!” She shouted.

“ It’s not over yet, darling.” He said with a wink. “ We’ve got time! I have faith.” He said full of determination and hope.

Suddenly the crowd began to roar even louder. MC and Sebastian looked on confused, trying to see what happened.

All she could hear was the announcer say “ …. CAIGHT THE GOLDEN SNITCH! Game over! Ravenclaw wins!”

“ HAH!” She laughed and jumped around with joy. “ Woo!! I told you they’d score more points!!!” She boasted as Sebastian hung over the side of the rail absolutely defeated.

He slowly straightened up and sighed as the crowds began to die down and file out.

“ You did. And the loss truly hurts.” He said almost sarcastically.

Sebastian suddenly moved towards the excited girl and wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her close, and pressing himself against her. He held her face briefly before trailing his finger tips down to the tip of her chin, gently guiding her to look at him.

“ Good thing this is the kind of bet where I win either way” he grinned before leaning down and gently placing his lips against hers.

Giving her a kiss well worth their little wager.

Garreth Weasley x MC

MC shouted at the teams excitedly! The player she had bet on against the red headed Gryffindor, was scoring more points than his bet.

“ I don’t understand! The last game they were doing so well!!” He shouted. “ Come on!!!” He whined desperately.

She giggled. “ Garrath you chose a person at complete random!!” She accused. “ How on earth did you think they would score more points?”

He rolled his eyes. “ I like an underdog. What’s wrong with that??” He chuckled.

The crowd suddenly roared as the winner was announced with the catch of the Golden snitch. “ Slytherin wins!!” The announcer shouted.

MC jumped and cheered. Taking great pride in having won the bet.

Garrath hung his head as his face turned a bright red.

He turned towards the girl. Seeing her jump in excitement gave him a sort of confidence. Thinking her excitement could be for both the win, and her reward of a kiss. From him.

He smiled and took her hand.

He leaned down towards her to give her a gentle kiss on her rose colored cheek.

She turned at the precise moment for him to miss her cheek.

His lips instead collided with hers.

She stood surprised for a moment.

He suddenly pulled back. “ Oh I’m sorry… I missed completely I SWEAR…”

She shook her head. “ No no. You were right on point actyally.” She said with a smile.

He smiled bashfully. “ Oh yeah?” He said before moving back down, his lips now hovering against hers. “ Pardon the disruption of your reward then.” He whispered before kissing her once again.

[expecto-kedavra]

Heyyyyy I loved your first piece! 100/10. Def made me cry. I’m ftm trans and can never seem to find too much he/him stuff with the gals. Can I ask for a male Hufflepuff MC and Imelda Reyes romantical piece? I kinda like the rivals to friends dynamic. Maybe even more 👀 thanks bestieeeeee

Hey :) sorry this took a minute. I’ve been busy 😅

!- grumpy teenagers, parental issues, soft Imelda lol

Hufflepuff MC + Imelda Reyes oneshot

Rude. That’s all I had to say. Imelda Reyes was rude. “YOu aNd eVeRYonE eLsE nEed tO gEt THicKeR SKiN” her words rang in my mind as I sped away. I had just obliterated her weak trial record. She wanted to tell me to get thicker skin? After she whined about me cheating? I couldn’t push it out of my mind for days. As I lay in bed that night, Arthur Plummly could tell something was on my mind. “Fancy a chat?” He asked. “Something seems to be weighing heavy in your thoughts.” How right he was. “I just wish people weren’t so damn rude.” I confessed. “Ah. Yes, it seems even in a wonderful school of magic and mystery, there always seems to be bullies.” I knew he understood. I’d seen him picked on too many times by Leander Prewett and Eric Northcott. I always stepped in for him. Arthur wasn’t the type to stand up for himself. He was my friend and I always made sure he and everyone else knew it. Bullies have no place here, not if I can help it. Eventually I pushed the Slytherin’s snobby tone out of my mind and me and Arthur fell asleep talking about Kneazles.

The days came and went. One day I helped a second year Ravenclaw named Zenobia Noke find all her gobstones. When she told me that Imelda played a part in hiding them, I headed directly to the quidditch pitch to confront her. “A SECOND YEAR??” I bellowed. She smirked. “What do you care? She was a brat, and I taught her a lesson. You’re just being weak and ignorant.” Laughing as she turned to walk away. The act of defiance and arrogance lit up my temper. “Imelda Reyes, you are a bully and a pathetic loser who can’t help but whine and cry when someone is better than you. You think you’re so good at everything, and so special but really, you’re just insecure and small. Maybe one day you’ll grow up.” And with that, I left. I didn’t care what she had to say.

The next day at dinner, I sat by Arthur and Poppy. “I heard what you said to Imelda. Bullies like her need to be reminded that they’re not in charge here.” Poppy said. “Yeah, she’s been giving us grief since we were first years but you told her!” Arthur added. I looked at both of them thankfully. I was glad I did stand up to Imelda, but there was a piece of me that felt that maybe I was too harsh. I pushed it to the back of my mind and began to eat.

That night, I scrambled up the stairs to the astronomy tower. I had forgotten to finish my star chart, and Professor Shah would not tolerate any more late work. I set up my telescope and found Sirius, then Vega. I was deep into thought when a voice rang out over the cold night air. “I don’t think you’re weak” I damn near jumped out of my skin. I located the voice, and found that it belonged to Imelda. “Sorry?” I asked. She was leaning on the railing, wearing a thick green and grey sweater. “You’re not weak.” She repeated. “Don’t make me say it again” she said with a glare. I laughed, and her face softened. “Don’t worry Imelda. Nobody shall know you said something nice to me.” I couldn’t help but notice that her tone was somewhat different than usual. Not high and snotty, but softer. I was intrigued. “What brings you out here tonight? Enjoying the weather?” I inquired. She looked back out into the Highlands. “No, not the weather. I was actually thinking about you” She said plainly. I was surprised. Was she just up here seething? Plotting my demise? “I’ve never had anyone stand up to me the way you did. It makes me wonder if you’re right. About me being insecure and mean.” I couldn’t help but feel guilty with her words. ‘Imelda, I-“ but I was cut short. “My mother was never very…nurturing. She tried to force me into a mold, said I should focus on real world things, not quidditch and flying.” I could hear the bitterness in her tone. “I admire your integrity. You’re fiercely protective, and I think that takes a lot of courage.” I was shell shocked by her words. “Maybe I tried to distance myself so far from my mother I didn’t realize I was becoming like her.” We stood there a moment, the wind and the owls the only noises. I broke the silence. “You spent years honing your craft. Hard work and dedication. Then here I come, some new guy, and I best your times and yell at you. It kind of makes sense why you were defensive.” She looked over her shoulder at me. My heart fluttered unexpectedly. I don’t know why. I didn’t tell it to. Rude. “You mean that?” She asked. “I do. I have alot of respect for your dedication. Quite honestly, you’re incredible.” I kind of sputtered out the last bit. I’m not sure if it was the way her hair gleamed in the night, or the way the moonlight reflected off her soft skin…. She laughed at my awkwardness. “Well. For a new kid, you’re also a tad incredible. Credit where it’s due.” Her eyes glittered, sparkling like the stars I came up to chart. We fell silent again, and I couldn’t help but stare at her. Even with her sweater, I could tell she worked to keep her figure lean and quick, but also toned with a good bit of muscle. The perfect Chaser. She caught me staring and I quickly looked away, pretending I had something on my shoe. “You know, people would find it quite funny if we became friends.” Of all the things said this night, that may have been the most shocking. “It would be quite funny.” I replied. “Maybe I’ll even have to take you on a date, that’ll really throw them for a loop.” I didn’t know where that came from. Maybe the sorting hat should have put me in Gryffindor with nerve like that. “Maybe you should.” She stepped closer, her dazzling eyes studying my face in the moonlight. I felt my face get hot, and my heartbeat jumped into my throat. “Has anyone told you, that your lower lip twitches when your nervous?” She asked. “What? No. I’m not nervous. Are you? I’m not sure why I’d be-“ before I could stammer out any more poor excuses, she shut me up with a kiss. I closed my eyes and melted into it, wrapping my arms around her. She pulled away, blushing. She cleared her throat and looked down awkwardly. “Now who’s nervous?” I joked. She looked back at me sheepishly. “I didn’t quite expect the butterflies to be that strong.” I laughed and grabbed her hand. “Would you follow me? I know a house elf named Deek who makes the best late night stargazing tea.”

We were right. Everyone’s reaction to us not at each others throats was quite amusing. When she walked up to me in potions and asked to borrow some knotgrass, everyone froze. “Don’t bother repaying me, I have plenty.” I told her. We looked around at all the shocked faces in the room. “What’re you lot staring at?” She asked roughly. Everyone quickly returned to their cauldron. Garreth looked like he’d seen Peeve’s undressing, and Sebastian’s face was as white as the Fat Friar. “Would you come with me to Hogsmeade after class?” I asked her. I could tell she was reveling in the confusion surrounding us. It was quite entertaining. “Yes, I’d fancy a butterbeer with you.” She planted a quick kiss on my cheek and returned to her cauldron. Everyone’s heads looked like they were about to explode. It was hilarious. Sharp snapped everyone out of their trances. “Back to work everyone, your invisibility potions will not brew themselves. Though I’d reckon if they did, they’d be more impressive than what’s been brewed today.” But even he couldn’t hide his amusement. From then on, me and Imelda trained together, laughed together, and just enjoyed each others company. She’d tell you it’s for the reactions, but she’s wrong. You haven’t seen the way she stares at me.

[missnight0wl]

Don't you hate how JC is forcing us to believe that Merula is grieving Rowan? No, I'm sorry but Merula the little shit isn't grieving Rowan. She never cared about Rowan. If she truly cared she wouldn't have joined R after her death, she wouldn't try to get the MC to join R after her death, she wouldn't blame MC and Ben for Rowans death lmao. Merula honey, if Rakepick didn't succeed in killing Rowan, you would've succeeded in murdering her with the Devils Snare in year 1🤣. Mc is truly the dumbest character for trusting Merula and letting her be a founding member of the Circle of Khanna, like MC literally disrespected Rowan by having Merula in the circle. For fucks sake she tried to kill her and bullied her during their first year. This is why mc isn't a Hufflepuff, loyal Hufflepuffs wont disrespect Rowan like this. mc isn't a Ravenclaw either they're dumb as a brick it's unbelievable 🤣

Jam city's favoritism towards Merula is just annoying. Like JC don't you dare make Merula mention Rowans name ever again 😔

I mean, to me, it was always pretty clear that Merula pretends her grief to gain our sympathy and use the Circle of Khanna for her own purposes. And to be completely honest, I don’t feel we’re being forced to believe it’s honest. Sure, we are forced to work with Merula and I guess you could argue it’s the same thing – but I don’t think it’s quite the same.

In fact, MC did call her out very shortly before the Circle of Khanna was created, in Y6Ch19:

Of course, the problem is that we let Merula stick around either way. But even that shows that MC doesn’t necessarily believe Merula at any point. See, the thing is that it would actually require some thinking from MC and that’s something MC is incapable of. MC is not just stupid – they’re a terribly written character who just goes along with whatever happens (or rather JC wants to happen) and there’s no reflection to it whatsoever. Again, look at the example above. MC directly questions Merula’s motivation in Y6Ch19. But then, at the very beginning of Y6Ch20, Merula stands by our side when we create the Circle of Khanna. Why? Because that’s what JC and they don’t care about logic. And that’s another level of being problematic, in my opinion.

That being said, I absolutely agree that Merula being a “co-creator” of the Circle of Khanna is an insult to everyone. I’m pretty sure Rowan had lines implying that they feel uncomfortable around Merula even in Y6. It’s not even only that Rowan didn’t like Merula and Merula didn’t like Rowan – most people in the Circle of Khanna don’t like Merula. The only reason she was there at all was that she happened to be with us in the Forest, which is simply ridiculous. Even if she had to be included as a part of a therapy group, she shouldn’t be a co-leader. Hell, I’d rather see Penny in her place because she was at least Rowan’s actual friend – and that says something coming from me because I REALLY dislike Penny.

Still, there’s one more thing about your message I have to correct. See, Merula didn’t join R after Rowan’s death. Yes, that’s what she told us at first:

… and we even had the option to tell her then this:

… which admittedly didn’t change anything, but I think it was a nice touch. Still, it doesn’t really matter anyway, because later we learn about Merula’s Unbreakable Vow – which she allegedly made after Y5.

And the funny thing is that MC even gets upset about it:

The problem is that MC doesn’t mention Rowan’s death this time, and that’s something they absolutely should ask about. They should’ve said:

But why Verucca made you say that you joined after Rowan’s death? It made you look like an even worse person than you are in reality? Why didn’t you say that you joined earlier and couldn’t leave after Rowan’s death because they were manipulating you?

But of course, JC couldn’t have MC ask any of that because we'd have to acknowledge that Merula was working for R when she went with us to the Sunken Vault, and that raises other inconvenient questions. Did she know Rakepick would appear there, for example? And more importantly: did R tell her to do anything in the Vault? As a result, we might’ve learnt about the Crown of Mneme earlier. And to be honest, I don’t really understand why the writers didn’t take that route because we learn about the Crown in the very next chapter anyway. But I suppose they just weren’t able to comprehend so many plotlines.

[minako85]

Profile for my HL MC

So yeah, someone asked me to see my HL MC backstory, and I thought, why not? No one will really care if I post it here. Also, is that a reference to FGO Moriarty? Yes it is, fight me.

Name: Mina Moriarty Age: 15 Year: 5th year Gender: Female Birthplace: Unknown Blood Status: Born from two muggle-born wizards parents. House: Ravenclaw Patronus: Butterfly

Born from two wizards, she grew up without any knowledge of the wizarding world due to her parents’ immense grudge against the wizarding community itself.

Mina’s father, William Moriarty, and his younger brother James, were two muggle orphans living in an orphanage since William was 6 years old and James was 4 years old. They both showed signs of magic at the same time, followed by another muggle-born young girl that was in the same orphanage as them, Merida.  William and Merida, that already had a very strong friendship, entered Hogwarts when they both turned 10 years old. James joined them two years later. William and Merida were sorted in Hufflepuff, and hoped to find a more welcoming and happy environment than the harsh orphanage life they lived until that moment. However, despite the better food and the warmth of the castle, they experienced a harsh life due to them being muggle born, and the fact that, sadly, both of them had really weak magical abilities, barely enough to pass most of their exams. This made William’s resentment and anger towards the world (and Merida’s own discomfort at it) grow even further. James’s enrollment into Hogwarts made it even worse. Sorted in Slytherin, James showed from the beginning a huge magical ability, a very quick intellect and a very ruthless nature. Whoever was bullying his brother and his dear friend Merida, that he considered like a sister, sooner or later met some accident, many times resulting in injuries of variable severity. No one ever found out, but James was behind all those accidents. William knew the truth, but instead of being grateful, his resentment and hate towards magic grew even more. He started to fear and despise his own brother, that was however just trying to protect them, even though extreme means.

When William and Merida, now officially a couple, graduated from Hogwarts they fled the country, leaving James behind, with just a very brief letter telling him that they wanted nothing more to do with him and the whole wizarding world. James was devastated, and swore to never get attached to anyone anymore. It would take at least 20 years before he would change his mind, meeting the woman that is now his wife.

William and Merida, unable to really flee from the wizarding world, accepted to be spies in the Muggle world. They traveled from place to place at the order of the Ministry to keep watch on Muggles activities, their own very weak magical ability being an asset in their line of work. William was as intelligent as his brother, and he ironically proved to be immensely useful to the very same Ministry he so much hated. When Mina was born, an unintended occurrence, both William and Merida hoped that their daughter could be a squib, without any magical ability. She wasn’t, and Mina showed very early signs of strong magic, which plunged them into despair. They decided to do something illegal, and blocked her powers with a potion that she had to drink every week.

Their wandering life continued until they both started to show signs of a common illness in the Muggle world, tuberculosis. William was the first to fall ill, and stubbornly refused to get any magical healing, prompting Merida to do the same. He was the first to die, leaving Merida, that was showing signs of the illness as well, to despair for her daughter’s future. She decided to go against William’s wishes, and searched for James. Or rather, his wife. She knew that he had married thanks to Colonel Moran, a common acquaintance that kept a close eye on William and Merida for James. Despite everything that happened between them, James never stopped keeping an eye out on his brother and his sister-in law. James had started a very profitable career as a criminal mastermind, and had amassed a great amount of wealth and power in both the Wizarding and Muggle’s criminal underworld. After his unexpected but happy marriage, he slowed down his activities and worked mostly as an arithmancy professor and a consultant for those that needed help outside the law.

Merida knew that James’ wife was a good woman, and pleaded her case. She was going to die, refusing magical healing, but she asked her sister in law to take care of her daughter. Mina had always been kept in the dark about everything, even the existence of her own uncle. James’ wife was indeed a good woman, and pleaded Merida’s case with her husband, telling him to not behave like his brother did, leaving the child alone and stranded. She was able to persuade him, and James accepted to take in a young, confused, grieving Mina when Merida died.

The first thing her aunt did was stopping the potion that blocked her powers, and taught her basic magic. James was not very sold on taking Mina in at first, but quickly grew to like his niece, a fellow curious soul that held no grudge towards him and actually was happy to know and live with them in a comfortable warm house, after years of traveling in whatever location the Ministry wanted them to. Her parents, especially her father William, had always been very stern and rigid with her, and the very carefree, laid back atmosphere at her uncle’s house was a very welcomed change. Despite her loss, she felt happier.

When Hogwarts admission letter came to them, James’ wife was skeptical, as she did not want Mina to think they were sending her away because they did not want her, but Mina was very happy. Going to Hogwarts would mean learning more and having friends, something she never had, but always wanted to. Her aunt asked Professor Fig, the husband of a researcher that she had met at work, and now professor at Hogwarts, to tutor her full time in preparation of her enrollment. Fig was happy to accept, and so Mina was tutored all summer by him, as well by her own uncle and aunt, before officially enrolling in Hogwarts.