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They had once been told that the thin line between love and hate was separated by sheer indifference. But they did not know that hate could taste like the sweetest sin.

Or:

Cakeverse and realization upon swallowing a hate potion.

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The circumstances of Pansy Parkinson’s and Hermione Granger’s eventual friendship could be summed up into one word: commiseration.

They had, at length, been in each other’s peripheries since their formative years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And where youth pushed them into their circles, the culmination of adulthood and war inevitably forced a reconciliation.

Well, that and Theodore Nott.

At one of the aforementioned wizard’s book clubs eight years later, Pansy and Hermione had struck up a simple conversation.

“Emma,” Pansy hummed, arching a perfectly plucked brow at the book before Hermione as she ambled into the barstool beside her.

“Pride and Prejudice,” Hermione nodded her approval after a few seconds of staring.

But discussions on the merits of their respective book was not the immediate catalyst of their friendship— it was, in fact, the raucous and ridiculous thud of bodies and fists that had fallen between them.

Given the tumultuous opinions between former enemies, it was not an uncommon scene to end one of Theodore Nott’s book clubs (or, as Neville Longbottom referred to them– ‘get along parties’) in a tangle of limbs and fisticuffs.

And so, Hermione Granger mirrored the severe frown marring Pansy Parkinson’s face as they stared at the heap of the evening’s problem— Ronald Bilius Weasley and Draco Lucius Malfoy.

“Yours?” Pansy snorted with a wrinkle of her nose while she gestured to Ron Weasley's cherry-flushed, freckled face.

“Not for some time,” Hermione sighed before gesturing to the pale face of Draco Malfoy as he scrunched his face in pain at the freckled young man’s pull of his white blonde hair, “Yours?”

“Not for some time,” Pansy echoed drily before reaching over the bar for a large bottle and two small glasses before pouring a hefty splash and sliding a tumbler toward her new companion.

“Should we?” Hermione fretted as she pointed at their respective friends and former lovers.

“Perhaps,” Pansy shrugged, taking a generous drink from her tumbler before mirroring Hermione’s wand pull and sending the scuffle to cease with a quick flick.

The rest, one could say, was history.

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“A book?”

“Yes a book.”

“But why?”

“It’s a known fact that you are more reasonable when you have books, so…”

“…what did you do?”

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By the Fates! You’re here! Hello weary traveler and welcome!

What is this place:

Primarily prompts inspired by the HP fandom and HL fandom in different formats.

You’re free to use them, respond to them via comments to keep it going, reblog, or use them in your fics. They can be long, short, two sentences, or a creative use of ellipses. The written world is yours.

You don’t have to credit me— but I do enjoy reading the different ways people can craft something through a prompt.

I do ask:

Please keep the comment responses Safe for Work aka PG13.

If you do have a nsfw response, please reblog. Goodness knows, I’m sure there can be multiple jumping points from “the portraits have eyes”.

Be kind to each other (I will go ahead and reserve the right to moderate comments).

Hopefully we can all write and have fun together!

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Picture Credit: Rawpixel/ Wikipedia Commons

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The events in which Arthur Weasley had come by his beloved car were as unremarkable as the state it was originally in— rusted, torn, and utterly abandoned on the edges of the family property in Ottery St Catchpole.

He had never seen such a thing in person his life and had only been subjected to crude sketches and accounts from fellow Muggleborn friends at Hogwarts.

While he still pondered the exact function of a rubber duck, Arthur had no doubt of the many functions of a car. Especially when, every year, for the last thirty two years, he and his beloved wife would take an early morning drive across the skies of their humble abode.

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I’m back… in a different way. As much as I would like to share my fics, I’m not quite sure how to structure or if I’ll repost on Tumblr. They’re all still on AO3 and Wattpad (and being updated).

I’ve been a lurker in many fandoms since an age where I wasn’t supposed to be frequenting affn (iykyk).

However, I do want this particular blog to just throw prompts out there in different formats. Maybe it’ll spark inspiration or maybe not. We’ll see…

Anyways— hello again Hogwarts Legacy and Harry Potter community. Welcome to a little corner. Please note that this blog is meant to spark whatever feeling for you to write— it welcomes all ships, all ratings, all content, and all fandoms.

I will, however, not claim to be unproblematic or completely kind. I am, however, first and foremost— human. We will not always share the same views and that’s alright. Just please… try to be kind.