theodoradevlin

[theodoradevlin]

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KIWI IM GONNA SQUEEZE YOU FOREVER YOU SLICE OF SUNSHINE

[theodoradevlin]

[Polyjuice Swap 2024!]

(Thank you @lil-grem-draws for being the mad genius behind this very special event!)

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Nosy scurried beneath the countless feet scattered through the grand ballroom, slipping between shoes and robes like the stealthy menace he was. What had Will been thinking, trying to exclude Nosy from this event? Babbling on about how it "wouldn’t be safe" for the little Niffler - pfft. As if that was going to stop Nosy. Please. With so many sweets and shiny treasures gathered in one spot, how could he possibly miss this opportunity? This was a dream come true! Sebastian would surely be proud when he saw all the bounty Nosy planned to bring back home!

On the other side of the room, Nosy noticed a small commotion. A group of a group of magic stick wavers clustered together, muttering with evident irritation. Nosy tilted his head in curiosity. With all that distraction, surely nobody would notice if a small Niffler would squeeze his sneaky paws into one or two pockets... or nine.

With a determined flick of his tail, Nosy waddled over to the group as he slipped unnoticed among the distracted students. But before he could start his pilfering spree, something even more intriguing caught the Niffler’s eye. A door. Closed, and apparently of great interest, seeing how everyone seemed eager to enter. His curiosity burning to find out what was behind that entrance, Nosy seized the moment and squeezed himself through the tiny slit under the door. Easy.

With a proud huff, Nosy wriggled out on the other side, fluffing his teal fur triumphantly. Who needed a diet now, huh? Not Nosy. Nosy was smooth and sleek, thank you very much.

He quickly ducked under a nearby stool and took in his surroundings. The room was small and rather empty. There wasn’t much to note - another door on the other side, a dull, boring mirror (but Nosy already knew he was quite the looker), an old, dusty coat hanger, an overturned bucket, an empty high shelf, and one of those big black brewing pots bubbling quietly on the floor Sebastian explicitly told him to stay away from. Boring. Nosy let out an outraged honk. There was nothing in this damn room! Why did everybody want to enter such a boring room?? The little Niffler felt utterly cheated, his little nose twitching in annoyance. What was all the fuss about?

Pouting, the Niffler gave the room a scathing look and turned back to the cauldron, where a dimly shiny object caught his eye. With a hopeful squeak, Nosy waddled closer, only to find a plain old cup with a smattering of leftover broth. How disappointing. Nosy sighed. Seemed like someone had fled their meal in a hurry. Nosy shook his head. The pretty Prefect would never tolerate such waste of food. Tz tz. With a sideways glance, Nosy considered giving the abandoned broth a taste test. After all, it would indeed be a waste...

Curiosity getting the best of him, he stuck his snout into the cup and took a tentative slurp. It tasted strange. Like a mix of the blond dork’s stupid belt and broccoli - a veggie Nosy secretly enjoyed. Not that he would ever admit that to ANYONE.

Satisfied, the little menace sat beside the cup with a small, satisfied burp, licking his beak. Hmm, chunky.

But suddenly, a strange feeling crept through Nosy’s body. His beautiful fur bristled, and he started to shiver. His little belly making noises it had never made before, and his teal fluff was standing on end as a wave of discomfort rolled through him. The little menace squeaked in agony, writhing on the floor. Ow… Nosy honked miserably, crawling towards the door with teary eyes, his little body feeling heavier by the second. Weak squeals escaped his beak as another wave of pain washed over him. Nosy wanted to go home. Back home with Sebastian. Nosy had enough. The little menace just wanted to curl up in the hair of his Niffler Papa and be done with this horrid day. Ow…

Lost in agony, the Niffler didn’t even notice the tufts of fur trailing behind him like breadcrumbs until he was almost completely lacking his precious teal coat on the bottom half of his little body. Only, it didn't seem like his body was still that small. Nosy was growing centimetre by centimetre, his frame stretching and transforming with each passing second.

By the time the pain stopped, Nosy felt much larger than before, and the ground seemed so strangely far, far away. Why? What happened?

He glanced down in horror. Were these his paws? They were long and furless - no claws, no beautiful fur. WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS CLAWS? WHERE WAS HIS PRETTY NIFFLER FLUFF? HIS BEAUTIFUL TEAL COAT? Nosy let out a terrified honk, but the sound that escaped him didn’t sound like his honk at all. He sounded like a goose on the loose! This was not Nosy’s voice! WAS NOSY A DAMN FOWL NOW!? The Niffler’s his eyes fell to his chest. Jiggly, flubby, fleshy udders that looked horrifically out of place. And... nips? NIPS? ON NOSY?? AND WHERE WAS HIS BELLY POUCH?? The Niffler screechingly honked in pure horror, the sound echoing through the room as he rolled frantically on the floor, desperate to shake off this wrong skin, this awful new form.

With growing dread, he noticed the long, red hair draped over his shoulder. WRONG COLOUR! This was not the body of the Teal King! What had happened to him? Another panicked honk echoed through the empty room as he scrambled to his feet - or whatever these strange limbs were - desperate to escape. Swaying and staggering, his honks still sounding like the wild screech of a blasted birb. In a full-blown frenzy, the panicked Niffler sprinted around the room, wailing and crashing into everything in sight. He knocked over the mirror, toppled the coat hanger, and even sent the cauldron flying as he collided with every wall.

Suddenly, the other door creaked open. A Hufflepuff Prefect poked his head in, eyebrows raised in confusion. “By Merlin’s beard, what happened in here?!”

Nosy didn’t stop to think. He threw himself at the Prefect, knocking him over before storming out of the room. Somehow, he was stronger in this strange form.

Finally, the transformed Niffler burst out into the hallway in a wild cry. Onlookers turned in confusion, muttering to each other, puzzled by the sight of the strange girl with wild red hair, utterly devoid of any clothing, and darted through on all fours. "Was that @theodoradevlin?" some students mumbled.

Another strangled honk escaped Nosy’s lips as he desperately searched the crowd. Where were Sebastian and William? Nothing smelt familiar. His honk, warped by this strange new voice, filled the hall as he dashed away on all fours, hopelessly confused and very, very lost.

This night had gone horribly, horribly wrong.

[theodoradevlin]

Art by Katherine Blower 👻

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[theodoradevlin]

Theo knew that look. She saw the hope shine in Felix’s eyes as soon as those round little beasts bounded towards them. Out of pure instinct, Theo automatically drew her wand out. It was well documented that Felix had a weak spot for four legged, fluffy, versions of their friends (not that she blamed him). Despite being admittedly adorable, these particular "friends" had teeth a little too sharp for Theo's taste and she didn't want them near him.

“Felix!!! Be careful!”

Her voice came out concerned, but as she took in the small yips and caught her friend’s amused expression, Theo also found herself suppressing a fit of laughter. It was impossible not to find the humor in everything when she was with Felix, and a horde of gourds was certainly pretty hilarious. 

Theo took a defensive position just at the other side of Felix’s back, hoping the 360 coverage would help them keep eyes on the blur of yippy beasts bouncing all around them, but they moved unnaturally fast.

 Natural born predators, these things. 

Theo vaguely heard Felix trying to coax them, and thought a nice compliment might help too, but she could barely mutter the words "adorable” before another pumpkin jumped into her face and nearly nipped her tie right off of her uniform!

 “Oy!!!!!” She shouted back in its face, “That was uncalled for!” 

At the same moment, she felt Felix fumbling to get away from his own small, round attacker. She scoffs helplessly in response to Felix’s question,

“Ideas? Clearly not flattery. I think being cute angers them honestly….” 

Theo danced around Felix again as he swerved to avoid another perturbed pumpkin, and as another crawled up his leg she ducked to try and pry the little thing off of him, “That’s not how we greet our friends!!!” 

As she wrangled it off of Felix, the small squash only nipped angrily in protest. This was not the sort of pumpkin spice she usually preferred. Perhaps they needed a little something to sweeten up.

Without warning, the pumpkin wriggled itself out of Theo’s grasp, using its root-like legs to scamper their way down Theo’s cloak. Reaching her pockets, the pumpkin let out a victory bark to find Theo's candy stash!! The pumpkin puppy’s vines greedily reached right in to help itself, shoveling the bits of candy into its mouth with some very undignified gobbling noises.

Then, as if alerted to treats nearby, the rest of the pumpkins flurried into chaos around them, bouncing up and down to bite at Felix and Theo’s pockets. 

“Felix, quick! Give them the candy!” She frantically called out to him, tossing him a bit of glittering gummies, and fizzing whizbees. As the handful of sweets flew through the air she cast a desperate “Engorgio”.

Theo exhaled a quick "Thank Merlin" that she had good aim as the candy grew to two times their original size. She didn’t want to squash Felix, but she only had so much candy! 

Her own hands were busy tossing the massive candy corns away from her and Felix to get the pumpkins off of the two of them. Some of the puppy pumpkins were now flying through the air, some glittering, some tripping over themselves as they bounded towards the candy corn to devour it like some rare type of spooky land piranhas. 

Theo heaved a sigh of relief as the pumpkins became preoccupied with gobbling up the candy. She sunk back down into the grass next to Felix, quickly checking him for any signs of injury. Thankfully it seemed they were both safe, saving Als from a visit from them...for today.

Once full of candy, the pumpkin puppies started to look drowsy, no doubt due to a sugar crash.. one by one, satiated and sleepy, a few stumbled their way back over to where Felix and Theo were sitting. One curled up innocently on Felix’s lap, while a second nuzzled into Theo’s side. She couldn’t help but smile at them, and then at Felix,

“Well… you have to admit, they're certainly much cuter this way. Let’s just hope there’s no shortage of candy at Hogwarts this Halloween.”

You and @theodoradevlin are out on a walk, like you usually do, anticipating an adventure, when somewhere from behind Professor Howin's hut you hear barking. Rounding the hut, you suddenly get attacked by— no, it's not puppy Seb, Felix, I am sorry by a swarm of barking pumpkins! What do you two do?

It was just another stroll through the grounds, crisp autumn air filling their lungs, the golden leaves crunching beneath their feet. @theodoradevlin 's and Felix' afternoon had seemed rather ordinary. Until now. A sudden chorus of barking erupted from behind Professor Howin's hut.

The Ravnclaw blinked, his stride faltering as he turned towards the noise. Barking? Here? There was a split second of confusion as he looked to Theo, brows knit together, but curiosity and hope tugged him forward. It couldn't be... Puppy Seb... right? The boy thought. But rounding the corner of the hut, the truth hit Felix squarely in the chest.

Small, round pumpkins with tiny, stubby legs bounced and rolled towards them, their shrill barks ringing out into the brisk autumn air. Each pumpkin, adorned with jagged smiles and flickering eyes, seemed to compete with the others to be the most fearsome - or the most adorable.

Felix felt himself stifling a laugh as they charged forward, little legs trotting along with the utmost determination. Their bark was hardly menacing, but the ridiculousness of a swarm of barking pumpkins left him momentarily speechless, unsure whether to flee or offer a pat on the head.

Felix took a half-step back, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright!" he murmured under his breath, his voice low, as if addressing the pumpkin pack would somehow appease them. One of the pumpkins, slightly larger than the rest and with an unrelenting spark in its tiny eyes, gave a more insistent bark and lunged at his ankles. Felix managed a quick step back, barely dodging the little thing.

"Erm, got any ideas on how to charm our gourd-like comrades here?" he asked, half-joking but half-serious.

As another pumpkin tumbled past, Felix raised his hands in a gesture of peace, adopting his most soothing tone. "Easy there, mate. We're just passing through. No need to get al-" He cut himself off mid-sentence, sidestepping just in time as an especially eager pumpkin sprang up, snapping its jagged grin mere inches from his face.

"Theo," he murmured, eyes wide, barely managing to sidestep as yet another pumpkin collided with his knee with a determined, if slightly aimless, yap. "I... think they mean business." His words trailed off as a few of the smaller pumpkins began to wriggle up his leg, though their tiny root-legs made the attempt look more like clumsy wiggling than an actual assault.

[theodoradevlin]

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[theodoradevlin]

What do you smell in Armotentia, Theo?

I always find it hard to pin down, but if I had to try…

Maybe the sharp scent of the ink that outlines words in secret notes, written to describe the sweetest types of undoings. 

It could contain a sweet fragrance akin to wild berries. The type you might find in the woods, beautiful to touch but dangerous to taste, but the floral undertones beckon you to do so anyway.

Perhaps, it's the earthy scent of oak logs burning in a fire. It's warmth reminiscent of heat blooming on skin after fingertips have trailed along it. 

Even the comforting laundered scent of a wool sweater that is inhaled deeply after a desperately needed embrace...

....Something like that.

[theodoradevlin]

"Mrs. Devlin, h-hello, sorry to bother you, you probably don't even know me, I'm Fred... I've overheard from M a reliable source that you produce some... Salves... For ni tender sore spots? I've had a cupboard encounter recently that left me with some, uh, battle scars that need special attention."

Fred makes no eye contact while talking mumbling this to you, his ears as red as the unseen and unspoken tender areas under his shirt.

Theo listens to Fred patiently, wondering why in Merlin's name he was so nervous.

"Ohhhh, Fred..."

She nods sympathetically, to encourage him to continue.

Then her brow raises. Salves? Hm. The only salves she had made lately was one for Montrose's poorly protected pecks....and then she freezes when she hears Fred say 'cupboard.' She blushes right in return.

"Oh, Fred."

This time, her statement is said very knowingly.

Obviously, Halloween approaching did NOT mean Theo was safe from unforeseen jump scares before then, including meeting a very unexpected close acquaintance.

But Theo always did pride herself on playing well with others.

She tries to clear her throat, "Erm...I'm sadly out of salves for the moment. Oddly enough, they've been in high demand. Or maybe it isn't odd? I'm not even sure anymore." Her words trail off as unwelcome mental images start flooding her brain of what in Merlin's name was happening to everyone's 'tender areas'.

Such grabby, grabby paws.

"Anyway" She clears her throat again, "...I'll try and whip up some more for you next time I'm in potions! In the meantime, perhaps wear more layers if you plan on getting back in that broom cupboard? I know that's usually the OPPOSITE goal of broom cupboards...but ..I mean.....y-you know what I mean!!!!" Theo is aware she is rambling like a crazy person to keep herself from a fit of laughter she may never recover from.

She trains her face back to concern, and drops her voice to a whisper, "...And um....well, nifflers can be very proud creatures sometimes, you know? Not saying I know there's a niffler involved. BUT. If there was....perhaps if you tried to call him little lord in the broom cupboard..? Not that I know much about that. Educated guess, of course."

At this point, Theo accepts there is no point in trying to save face any longer. Just nips.

[theodoradevlin]

The broom cupboard smells really nice today, don't you think?

I think the better question is how did we both manage to find each other in the same broom closet?

[theodoradevlin]

The broom cupboard smells really nice today, don't you think?

I think the better question is how did we both manage to find each other in the same broom closet?

[theodoradevlin]

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