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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 3 years

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What would a cw adaptation of Harry Potter look like?

Having not watched too many cw shows myself (I just hear about their nonsense), I phoned @therealvinelle who made the poor life choices of having watched much more of The Vampire Diaries than I have and watching any Supernatural.

The following is her beautiful response:

So for starters, we merge Snape and Tom's characters. This is because Snape isn't hot, and because Tom needs to be near the kids. Tom still looks like Tom Riddle, and he's a teacher who seduces Hermione. At no point are any thoughts about the fact that he's a teacher sleeping with a student had

Harry is a blond now, and he's also dating Hermione. A love triangle ensues, one where Tom will hover sexily but dangerously in empty classrooms and make vague threats that Hermione find very sexually arousing.

The love triangle is the focal point of this show.

Voldemort is Tom's evil alter ego, who killed Harry's parents over that prophecy. He wants to kill Harry as well, but it's not the season finale yet so he's not actually doing anything about it. Too busy seducing Hermione.

Instead he just does vaguely sinister things, like release a basilisk that Harry heroically saves Hermione from.

He every so often has charged conversations with McGonagall (Who has been aged down and is in her thirties. She's still considered ancient), implying they had an affair once.

Harry and Hermione piece together that Tom and Voldemort aRe ThE sAmE pErSoN.

(Piece together meaning that Dumbledore, who only appeared in the second half of the first season and the show never bothers to clarify what his job actually is, gets a focal episode where he tells them the story of Tom Riddle through flashbacks. Terrible flashback wigs and costumes galore.)

Tom will later, in season 3 where he goes full woobie and we learn that none of his evil deeds were ever his fault, reveal that there's more to the story. That orphanage he grew up in? It was a special school for muggle-borns where they trained a future wizarding militia. Tom was the only one who broke free of their oppressive regime. The other children... GREW UP TO BECOME THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX.

But I'm skipping how season 1 ended. The answer is that Hermione disavowed Tom in the season 1 finale since he was evil, he was too sexy bad boy to care except subtle wigglings of his eyebrow told the captive Tomione-shipping audience that he did in fact care. Harmione shippers think they're all delusional. She then jumped into Harry's arms.

Which was poor decision making on her end, because in season 2 Harry joins the dark side. This lasts for half a season, mostly because the arc featured so much filler. Tom, who was imprisoned in season 1, becomes Hermione's supportive pen pal through this ordeal and she starts to wonder if maybe there's good in him after all.

Sirius Black is introduced, he's a lawyer living in the Muggle world and he was in love with Lily. We get a flashback showing us how sad Sirius was when she married James, and there is buildup for an arc where Harry's paternity will be questioned. This arc is scrapped, and Sirius is written out of the show altogether, never to be mentioned again.

Ginny gets pregnant by Neville. Neville dies tragically shortly afterwards, killed by Harry because Harry is a dark wizard now. This is actually the spinoff door episode to the new show the CW is trying to launch, "The Weasleys".

Neville's death has no real consequences, Harry returns to the light and is forgiven in time to become the child's godfather.

Oh, and can't believe I forgot: they've all been aged up to 17.

End of season 2, Tom escapes prison.

Season 3, we get the whole "DUMBLEDORE is the real villain!" arc. Tom killing Harry's parents in season 1 is forgotten, the show doesn't outright retcon it but it doesn't want the viewers to remember it either.

Hermione is once again in a love triangle, only this time Tom and Harry have both done bad things (but we'll only bring up the 2 bad things Harry did (killed Neville and said a mean thing to Hermione) and none of the 282985204592 bad things Tom did) so Hermione has a hard time.

Hermione also discovers that she's a uniquely powerful witch. She has the power to make windows shatter, candles flicker, and wind blow all about. Everyone is frightfully impressed with this.

Mid-season 3 finale, Dumbledore destroys Tom's body. It's terribly dramatic, but then turns out to only be a mild inconvenience as he is resurrected four episodes later. He's resurrected by Hermione's window shattering powering, she closed her eyes very intensely and bam, he's back.

We learn about the horcruxes, which by themselves are shockingly similar to the horcruxes of the original books. The big change, however, is that this Tom didn't know he had horcruxes, those evil bastards at the orphanage split his soul in the night through ominous rituals (another flashback here). He has no idea where this other half of his soul is.

Season finale, we learn that Hermione is in fact his horcrux. This is why they had so much in common (they don't have anything in common) and why she got through his bad boy persona (he hasn't been a bad boy since season 1!). They were soulmates this whole time!

Harry despairs in the face of this, and he and Hermione have a teary conversation where she confirms that yes, the Tomione shippers won.

He also has a pleasant conversation with Tom, as a bromance has bloomed between the two.

Alas. The episode ends on a cliffhanger, as the door flings open dramatically. Dumbledore walks in, bearing proof that Tom made an Unbreakable Vow to always serve the Order, a Vow that was obliviated from him. He drags Tom kicking and screaming away from a crying Hermione, the season ends with her resolve to find a way to save him.

(Sorry, I'm on a roll here)

Season 4, a year later. Harry and Hermione have been searching ever since Tom disappeared. They've become closer than ever, but apart from three or four moments of extreme sexual tension per episode, Hermione is Faithful™

News of Tom's terrorist actions as an Order member reach them with regular intervals. Hermione remains convinced that he's being forced to do all this and doesn't actually want to hurt anybody, Harry's not so sure.

They catch up to him in Minneapolis (did I mention this entire show takes place in the states? All the actors are American.) and he tells them to stop trying to save him. Hermione, devastated, takes this to mean he never loved her, he was only ever a psychopath playing with her feelings. She tells him as much, and Tom confirms, yeah, he's a cold-hearted son of a bitch (Harry's favorite insult for him).

They break up, and Hermione gets back with Harry. They return to their home city in North Dakota.

At the very end of that same episode, Tom is able to visit Harry for 15 seconds in the form of a specter and very dramatically tell him how he does love Hermione but he's not good for her, better to make a clean break, yada yada. DON'T LOOK FOR ME.

Harry agrees, sure no problem, he can do that. Just one noble bro to another.

Tom nods, thanks for having sex with my girl while I rot in hell, bro.

It is in this same season premier episode that the show introduces the Blacks. Remember Sirius Black? Yeah, this is sexy family.

They become instant fan favorites, and one of them is shipped with Tom (the fans now hate both Harry and Hermione).

Pandering as always, the show lets said character run into Tom. And it's not Bellatrix, oh no. It's Athena, a CW original Black. She's indistinguishable from the original Bellatrix and it's unclear why she's not just Bellatrix.

Tom is ordered to kill her, but they have a moment of truly intense eye contact so he only injures her (the killing curse doesn't exist in this show. Don't ask how Harry got his scar. No really, don't ask, the show never explained it). Shippers go wild.

Tom is eventually able to break free of the Unbreakable Vow through the power of true love (book fans are sobbing, this show gets nothing right), and he returns to Hermione, begs her to take him back. She rebuffs him, and he goes to get drunk at a bar. This is where Narcissa (aged down to 25) finds him. They have sex.

He has a brief fling with her, only to get into a more serious relationship with Athena. This leads to Hermione getting jealous.

We're now dealing with a love pentagon, of sorts. Harry and Tom love Hermione, Tom also loves Athena, Narcissa wants Harry but she has undeniable sexual chemistry with Tom.

The show descends into back-and-forth-ing, and does not get renewed.

The end.

POST SCRIPT:

The oddly popular side character that the CW never wanted to be popular at all and keeps having to make mysteriously vanish for half a season so that the plot(?) can avoid being derailed is Draco.

He's super competent but the show will never admit that.

Later, Athena plays this same role.

- @therealvinelle

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princessofravenclaw · 3 years

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Authors Note: This is my first EVER imagine/fanfic so pls be nice!! I’ve had this idea for a while but haven’t ever actually done anything about it. I’ve got more ideas to continue but we’ll start with this. If there’s spelling/grammar problems, don’t come for me!! Ya girl is not an English major. This is based off the “19 years later” but doesn’t follow that story line!

Italics is a flashback!!

September 1st. Walking into King’s Cross Station brought back a flood of fond memories. You remembered the first time you ever entered those doors. You had grown up hearing all of the beautiful things Hogwarts offered from both of your magical parents. The day you received your Hogwarts letter was the best day of your life. Now, here you were, hand in hand with your husband and three children, sending off your oldest and middle child to start their journey at the magical school. How lucky were you? You had married one of your childhood best friends, Harry Potter. Though you two never looked at each other as romantic partners until after Hogwarts, you loved being his wife. The two of you had been blessed with two boys and a girl. Today, the family of five would be downgrading to three, as James and Albus would be boarding the Hogwarts Express. You would still have your sweet Lily with the two of you at home. You stood back with your daughter as Harry helped calm Albus’s nerves. James had already said his goodbyes and boarded the train with his friends. Hermione and Ron would be sending off their daughter, Rose, this year. They engulfed her in hugs, saying their goodbyes. You watched fondly as you ran your fingers through Lily’s strawberry hair. “Why can’t I go with them, mummy? It’s not fair!” Lily exclaimed, breaking your gaze from your husband and son. You chuckled and leaned down to kiss her head. “You will have your chance, my love. You’ll have your letter soon.” She looked up at you, bearing her father’s bright eyes, and smiled. “I hope to be in the same house as you, mummy.” You smiled and nodded, hoping the same. You loved being a (Y/H). Albus and Rose boarded the train together, waving more goodbyes through the train window. Harry had joined you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Can you believe it, love? We only have one more to send-off.” He said before kissing your temple. You smiled and leaned into his kiss. “I just hope they don’t have to go through everything we did as kids.” Ron pipped up. “They will do great, Ron. I know it.” Hermione said, wiping a tear as she continued to wave as the train pulled away from the station.

Once the train was out of sight, you all began heading back to the exit when a pair of cold, grey eyes met yours. A pair that you had not seen or wanted to see in many years. The pair that belonged to Draco Malfoy. What was he doing here?! Your husband felt you tense up, stopping to look down at you. He followed your eyes and saw exactly what was causing the problem. He knew of your history with the Slytherin blonde boy. You loathed him from the minute you saw him your first year. He constantly bullied Harry and your friends, jealous of Harry’s fame. Things began to change, however, during your fourth year. Draco had been dared to ask you to the Yule Ball by his fellow housemates. He accepted, wanting to make the night terrible for you. You accepted his terrible invitation, as you couldn’t find a date and you had a slight feeling there was something more to the invite.

“Are you mental (Y/N)?! You’re seriously going to take Draco’s invite to the ball?!” Hermione shouted. You silenced her immediately, not wanting Harry or Ron to find out, at least not yet. “Well, I don’t exactly have a date, Hermione. I wasn’t lucky enough to get someone like Viktor.” You didn’t mean it to sound hurtful, part of it was jealousy, as every girl wished the Tri-Wizard Champion had asked them. You looked at your long, black ballgown in the mirror, running your hands down the front out of nerves. You picked black for two reasons, one, you always loved the color on you, and two, you felt the color matched Draco’s cold heart. “Ready, then?” Hermione asked, breaking you from your trance. Nodding, you spun around and headed for the Great Hall. As the two of you approached the Great Hall, you could hear Draco and his idiotic friends laughing. You rolled your eyes, asking yourself why you decided to do this. Harry and Ron stood at the bottom of the stairs, Ron catching a glimpse of Hermione first, leaving him speechless. Harry followed his gaze and also became silent. The two of you smiled and began the descent down the stairwell. You looked over to the opposite side as your two best friends to where Draco stood. ‘He does clean up nice', you thought. Making eye contact, he stops mid-sentence with Crabbe and Goyle. You notice his Adam's apple bob up and down, indicating a hard swallow. Hesitantly, you separated from Hermione and approached the Slytherin boys. “What in the bloody hell is she doing?” you heard Ron ask the two other friends. Hermione just patted his shoulder before locking arms with Viktor, also surprising Harry and Ron. Draco let his eyes run up and down your figure, taking you in. “(Y/N) ... you look…wow…” Draco said, stumbling over his words. Did Draco Malfoy just compliment you? Chuckling, you looked down at you dress. “Thanks, you don’t look so bad yourself.” He stepped closer, putting an arm out for you to grab, “Shall we?” As you picked up you dress with one hand, you looped the other through Draco’s as he led you into the beautifully lit Great Hall. Crabbe and Goyle stood amazed, glancing between each other and the two of you confused. Yes, they were part of the dare, but they didn’t think it would play out like this.

While Draco isn’t a dancer, you two did manage to slow dance to a few songs. Draco was a true gentleman when placing his hand on your side and holding your hand with the other. This surprised you, knowing the reputation his family has for being so cold. “I really did mean what I said, (Y/N). You look amazing.” He whispered in your ear. Feeling the coolness of his minty breath sent chills down your spine. You could not understand why; did you feel something for Draco deep down? “Thank you, Draco. So, was this truly a dare, or did you want to go with me?” He flashed a smile. “Even if it was a dare, I think it’s worked out pretty well, don’t you?” he teased.

After that day, you began to share lingering stares during classes and in passing in the halls. Soon, those lingering glances became notes passed during class, which lead to sneaking out of the common rooms late at night. The two of you had kept what you had under wraps, knowing how much would be coming your way if the school found out. All anyone knew, except Hermione, was that you two attended the Ball together, and even that was a ‘dare’. Your relationship began to fall apart during the sixth year, however. His family had pressured him to become a Death Eater, now baring the dark mark on his inner forearm. You despised it. Watching it move on his arm made you physically ill. You knew he had been put up for a ‘special mission’ from Voldemort, but he could never tell you what it was. You found out, though, after seeing Professor Dumbledore fall from the Astronomy Tower that night. Draco had ran off with his parents and other Death Eaters, not returning to finish the school term. Once the term had been completed, you joined together with your three best friends to find the remaining Horcruxes. Your parents weren’t thrilled you would not be returning for your final and seventh year, but there was a war that needed to be fought.

Draco stood near the exit of King’s Cross, wearing one of his famous all-black suits. His hair is still as striking blonde as you remembered. Facial features the same, just a little more aged. A woman stood slightly behind them. You recognized her as Astoria Greengrass, a fellow Slytherin. You remembered her from school, and she always stayed a little too close to Draco for your liking. Did they have a child the same age as one of your boys? “C’mon, love, let’s get Lily home,” Harry said, placing his hand in the small of your back and kissing your temple again. You loved it when he did that. Harry was always so caring and affectionate towards you, even after all these years. Draco watched the interaction, making you wonder if he even knew you ended up with Harry. Surely, he knew.

Ginny had tried to run towards Harry during that final battle in the courtyard as he dangled from Hagrid’s arms. Voldemort cast a spell her way, knocking her back and causing her head to hit a rock. She was carried inside the castle so Madam Pomfrey could help. She tried everything, but Ginny was gone. It took a long time for Harry to mourn and return to normal. He truly loved her. You suffered as well, not in the same extreme as Harry, but still in a poor mental state. You ignored Draco’s letters. Draco and his mother had managed to avoid Azkaban; however, his father wasn’t so lucky and was sentenced again. Eventually, Draco’s owls became more and more spaced out until they stopped coming altogether. Your father offered to burn his letters, as you refused even to open them. You decided not to, instead shoving them in a bin hidden from sight. Hermione and Ron became tired of seeing their two other best friends so depressed and decided to invite yourself and Harry to dinner one night. Once all together, it was as if nothing had changed and no time had elapsed. Ron and Hermione were very happy and very much in love, leaving yourself and Harry out. The two of you vowed to keep in touch better, as you both worked at the Ministry together, different departments, but still. You two shared your hardships and struggles, finding comfort in one another. One thing leads to another, and now you sit holding his hand with three beautiful children.

The following morning was bizarre. Not hearing the bickering of the boys was strange. The house felt empty and quiet, which is something that you had not had in ages. You would now have to practice only making breakfast for three instead of five. After Lily was dropped off at your parents for the day, the two of you headed to the Ministry to start your workday. Harry could tell you were still thrown off by the events from the previous day. “I’m fine, really.” You said, squeezing his hand. “I have a hard time believing you, (Y/N). He can’t hurt you now. It’s been ages.” He said, trying to reassure you. “I know, just seeing him brought back so much.” “It’ll be alright, love. All of that is in the past. You’ve got me now, know it?” Harry leaned in and pecked your lips. “Come get me if you need me today, okay?” Harry said, walking in a different direction than you were. Harry worked as an Auror, and you worked in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures along with Hermione.

Walking into your office, you said hello to your receptionist. “Mrs. Potter, your first appointment is already in your office.” She stated bubbly. You looked at her puzzled. “I thought my first meeting was much later?” you questioned. She looked as confused as you. Taking a deep sign, you walked into your office and was in disbelief at what stood by the window. Draco. How did he find me? He turned to face me as soon as he heard my bag hit the floor. “Draco, you need to leave.” You said as firmly as you could. All you wanted to do was scream for Harry, but his department was on the complete opposite side of the Ministry from you. “Don’t.” Draco spat. “I needed to speak with you.” He continued. “And I need you to leave before I call someone.” He laughed. “Oh, is your Potter going to come to save you? He’s already taken you away from me once, and I won’t let him do it again.” He said before reaching into his suit pocket. You stood there, not knowing what he was planning to do. Draco pulls out what looks to be like a Time-Turner. Hermione used one during our third year to ensure she was able to take all of her classes. It was said all of those devices in existence were destroyed. How did Draco get his slimy hands on one? “How-how did you...” you trailed off, your mind racing as to what his plan was. “A gift from my father. The only one left. You know how this works, right (Y/N)?” he said, stepping closer to you. “Draco…” you started, but before you could push him away, the extended chain was draped around your neck along with Draco’s. His fingers moved the locket quickly before you could think or do anything.

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princessheatherblossom · 4 years

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The Savior of Rip Jaw

Rated E for everyone probably, the game wasn't tho

Falion was taken aback, to say the least, when he found the Dragonborn at his doorstep and was even more put off when gazing into her countenance. He didn’t ordinarily like guests period, the other residence of Morthal had taken to spreading one too many nasty rumors about him and his work that it inevitably became a part of every conversation he had with people.

This alone would be fine with him, less socializing he needed to endure but it didn’t bode well for his relationship with dear Agni, his adoptive daughter. He may have saved the poor child from a life of orphan hood but she was still so young and impressionable, a bad reputation in combination with her ‘nightmares’ could put distance between them which was the last thing the mage wanted but all he could really do was hope she was wiser than that.

But no, this was not why he felt an unease with a visit from the Dragonborn herself, they had already met and on amicable terms at that, he remembered when he had first seen her. It left an awe inspiring impression to say the least, as not only was it the first time he had seen the Dragonborn but the first time he had seen a dragon. He heard whispers of the supposed Dragonborn being in their midst but he had also heard rumors of dragons returning to Skyrim and dismissed it just as easily.

It wasn’t until a thundering roar had ripped through the skies did he realize his error.

From the heavens came a winged titan, a maw filled with razor sharp teeth and sweltering flames. The town’s guards were up in arms, flinging arrows in the beast’s direction only to miss as the monster soared quick but effortlessly out of the way and let loose a stream of hellish fire. Falion was left nearly dumb struck as he bade Agni to retreat into the house, this was something he had considered impossible, that was when he saw her.

Rip Jaw, the argonian Dragonborn, Thane of Whiterun, Falkreath and many more, charged into the fray. But though she was heavily armored in steel plating she bore no weapons but destruction magic in the palm of her hands. While the fire breathing behemoth dallied with laying waste to the few brave guardsmen that remained Rip Jaw charged a frost spell in her grip and sent stinging spikes of ice careening straight at it and was rewarded with a sharp cry of pain as the freezing barbs ripped through its thick hide.

The enraged creature twisted its neck to meet its new offender, it had barely locked eyes on the stalwart hero before she let out another volley of freezing blades to cut through even more of its draconic flesh. She certainly had the beast's attention, the hellion addressed its challenger with a harrowing breath of blaze, Rip Jaw made quick to dodge the heated torrent but couldn’t move quite quick enough to avoid her arm and shoulder receiving a scalding burn.

The hero fell to one knee, Falion surged forward, she needed help!

But before the conjuring master could even think of a shred of healing he had learned the raw argonian put her own hands to her wounds that were soon shrouded in the golden glow of a restoration charm. In no time she rose, fit as she ever was and stared down her winged adversary, the dragon reeled ready to unleash another vile inferno when a small bombardment of arrows hit it’s back. The remaining guardsmen, and even some mercenaries from the nearby inn, banded together and readied for another attack, not every mark hitting but enough that the intrusive villain was feeling a good amount of damage.

With the fiery demon’s attention split the Dragonborn took a blue bottle from her pocket, chugged down its contents and threw the glass container to the floor with a satisfying smash. Her hands now a glow with that familiar frost she then sent out barrage after barrage of ice spikes at her enemy while marching forward, at the same time the makeshift battalion didn’t let up their attack.

Under fire from two sides the creature let out an earth shaking wail but whether it was of anger, pain, fear or even a combination of the three was unclear. Whatever the case, soon the mammoth lizard spread its wings and began to take off for a hasty retreat but this didn’t set well with the icicle baring adventurer who ran in pursuit. The flying adversary was reaching the edge of the town’s border when the dragonborn, with what remained of her magica, charged one last razor sharp frost spike and launched it into the air. The projectile pierced the offending beast in its belly and brought it crashing down with one last piercing roar.

The argonian adventurer didn’t slow her pace as she approached the dragon’s crash site, a few guards following in her wake. They looked to find the attackers barely twitching corpse and soon a new roar thundered through the town, a roar of celebration from the guards and soon the residence of the small villa in victory and safety assured.

Falion looked on as guards and mercenaries embraced, the innkeeper announcing free first round to the town heroes that sent the battle worn crowd surging in. The merriment born of relief carried through the town but the court wizard gazed back to that battle site to witness a truly fascinating spectacle. Rip Jaw still stood over the fallen dragon’s form, a strange mist swept against her seeming to emanate from the remains. The scales peeled off, the flesh disappeared leaving only bone as streams of energy left the draconic ruins to enter the warrior who delivered the killing blow.

Falion looked on in curious wonder as the foreign woman just blinked at the development, an expression that conveyed familiarity with the occurrence. The mage knew what this had to be, the dragons very essence, its soul, she had absorbed. The dragonborn was here in Morthal, Falion continued to watch her from a distance as she left to enter the Jarl’s hall. He was tempted to follow and ask a million questions but remembered his parental responsibilities and swiftly took off to his own abode cursing himself for not immediately checking on his only child.

Falion would have a small chance later on, some days after the attack, to formally meet the Dragonborn. She approached him on his way out for a walk, a small part of him vaguely entertained asking her all the questions he had surmounted but on the forefront of his mind had been a recent conversation with Agni that left a pit in his stomach.

Could she really believe he’d consume deer hearts just because a villager told her so?

“You are new to Morthal. We have not spoken before. This is interesting…”

“Yes, are you Falion? The Jarl’s wizard?” She said as she advanced to him.

“If you stand before me to accuse me of sacrificing children or eating the hearts of the dead, you may save your breath. I have done no such thing, nor do I intend to. I simply wish to live my life in peace.”

The argonian looked nonplussed at his sudden accusatory statements, “Why would anyone accuse you of that?”

The redguard mage felt the pit in his stomach get deeper, so she hadn’t heard? Falion answered, venom slowly leaving his voice, “The people of Morthal would much rather weave their own horrid tales about my life than simply ask me for the truth. If they choose to fear me in their ignorance, that is their choice. But it will not change what is true.”

“So then...what do you do? If I may ask…” She asked, seeming to make efforts to sound inviting. The comforting tone only serving to make the wizard feel even more guilty for his initial hostility, “I...keep to myself. I offer spells and scrolls to those who need them, and wisdom in Conjuration magic for those who wish to learn. Beyond that I seek only to be left alone to pursue my research…”

“Conjuration! Now could you teach me something about that?”

Falion was both pleasantly surprised by this sudden turn in conversation and relieved, as it turns out this hero classed in many fields of magic and intended to add Conjuration to her arsenal. He most certainly didn’t mind having the bragging rights that he had tutored such a renowned student but was somewhat displeased to hear she was also receiving education from the college in Winterhold. He wouldn’t hold it against her, with no other public magical learning resources available where else would she have ended up?

Fortunately for Agni her new father was an accomplished mage in his own rite so she wouldn’t be subjected to their whims.

With all these experiences in mind a visit from Rip Jaw should be a welcoming event but there was something different about the warrior today and he had seen it before…

It was mid morning, Agni was just about done with a new lesson when a knock sounded at the door and Falion answered to find the dragon born but undoubtedly in a disheveled shape. She carried her horned helmet in one arm, with her opposite hand tugging at the neck brim of her armor. She looked physically uncomfortable in the morning light, and her eyes had a far off look as she addressed him,”Falion...good morning.”

“Ah, the dragonborn, if you are here to purchase I have many spells available. Do come in…” Falion stood aside as Rip Jaw entered with a thankful expression, “Agni, how about a break? You did well this morning.”

“Already?!” The young girl exclaimed, Falion gave her a reassuring smile and slipped a few gold coins in her palm. “Why don’t you go get a sweet roll with your friends? You’ve worked hard.”

Agni, no longer interested in exposing her father’s ruse to get her to safety, took off outside with a quick goodbye and thank you. With that taken care of the redguard mage returned his attention to the dark visitor that had taken a seat at his table. Sitting nearby, but at safe distance, Falion addressed her, “So, what can I do for you today, young hero?”

“Well, I was hoping perhaps you could share some knowledge...I’ve heard you’re an expert in vampirism?” Her tone seemed to carry a warm but now pleading rhythm to it, for a moment Falion felt a tinge of sorrow for what this poor woman had become.

“I know many things. I have studied things beyond the reach of most humans, traveled the Oblivion planes, seen things one should not see...” He started cryptically, sizing up his guest “I have met Daedra and Dwemer and everything in between and I know enough to see a vampire where others would see a woman...”

Rip Jaw’s eyes widened at his admission, Falion sat but his mind was prepped with a dozen spells to fling upon her should he need to but the argonian woman’s gaze shifted downward, her shoulders drooping.

“Indeed you can...but I think others might though they don’t know it. I didn’t know it, not for sure until the very sunlight made my blood boil...I should have known…”

Falion listened to her with some genuine concern while still keeping himself distance, “How did it happen?”

“Heh, would you find it funny to know that I’m not even sure myself?” She looked to him with a humorless grin “Vampires are becoming a more and more common enemy of mine but now- I’m one of them too?”

Her gaze shifted again, her expression a mixture of frustration and shame,”I haven’t...I haven’t given in, I haven’t drunken anyone’s blood, not one drop!” She found his eyes and there was still a look of determination within them. “I need a cure, Falion! And I know you must have it!”

Falion honestly felt flattered, he knew for a fact the adventurer had traveled to the near and far reaches and of all the magical masters she had met she had gone to him for a cure to her condition. Whether she felt him the most qualified or trustworthy (though hopefully the former...or perhaps both), she had come to the right man.

“It is possible. I know of a ritual but have never performed it. It requires a filled black soul gem. You will need to kill someone.” He stated matter-of-factly.

To this Rip Jaw nodded, “Not an uncommon occurrence in my line of work, it can be done.”

Falion continued, “When you have a gem and have filled it return to me and I will perform the ritual. I will bring life to your dead body, vampire.”

The argonian stood and walked to the lone mage who quickly rose as well prepared for the worst but was taken aback when she took his hand in her own. “I trust that you will, Falion. And when you do, I’ll forever be in your debt.”

Though he undoubtedly was looking into the eyes of an undead, the man could see her, the vibrant, strong and courageous woman that had toppled dragons and had received a disastrous ailment, no doubt in service to another, was still there and was fighting to remain. Before he could respond she released his hand and headed for the door, thanking him as she did so, he briefly wondered when she would be back from her task but he wouldn’t have to wait long.

Not long after night had fallen did he hear another knock at his door and found Rip Jaw, worn, breathless but grasping a filled black soul gem in her hands. She wordlessly presented the jewel to him, he examined it and nodded,”Very well. Meet me at the summoning circle in the marsh at dawn. We shall banish the creature you have become.”

The woman seemed put down a moment but nonetheless thanked him for his effort, no doubt she was hoping for the cure to be more immediate.

Before the hunger could set in.

Falion waved to her as she went off, “Don’t worry, it won’t be long now…”

When it was near dawn Falion quickly checked over Agni, ensuring she was sleeping peacefully before he headed out. He stepped through the marsh making note of a few dead mud crabs along the way, pondering if the dragonborn had struck them down on her own way there. As he approached the summoning circle he saw her, sitting on the outer rim, weapons cast aside and head in her hands.

Had she waited there all night?

Proceeding with caution he spoke, “Good, you’re here.”

Her eyes met his and she sprang up with an expression of relief, “Yes! Please, let’s get started.”

“As you desire.”

Rip Jaw went to the center of the circle and Falion began, “I call upon Oblivion realms. The home of those who are not our ancestors. Answer my plea!”

He spread his arms with palms turned upward, as the dragon born watched in anticipation,”As in death there is new life, in Oblivion there is a beginning for that which has ended. I call forth that power! Accept the soul that we offer!”

Rip Jaw began to sway, slowly being brought to her knees, Falion felt a sense of concern but carried forward, doing what he was certain was the only thing that would save her.

“As the sun ends in the night, end the darkness of this soul, return life to the creature you see before you!”

With the last of his words dropping off his tongue, Falion gazed down to the fallen figure that was Rip Jaw. The morning light peeking out behind the mountains outlined her body and the wizard soon threw caution to the wind and knelt at her side,”Dragonborn…? The ritual is complete!”

Soon enough Rip Jaw blinked and looked up to him,”D-did it work? Did it…?”

She blinked again then slightly rose as more of the morning sun hit her skin, she looked to her hands in awe, “The sun- it- it doesn’t hurt anymore! And I don’t feel it! The hunger!”

She looked to him in adamant glee and he couldn’t help in returning the smile. “Well, I guess I’ve-“

His words were soon muffled as she swiftly embraced him in her newly livened arms, and pressed a thankful kiss on his cheek. Falion was floored, too much so to respond when she began speaking, “I can never repay you for this. If you ever have need of anything, don’t hesitate to let me know, just name it!”

She rose to her feet bringing the mage up with her, “It’s a new day! I have many quests ahead of me but everyone of them now I’ll head into with more caution and knowledge then before! I shan’t make this mistake again, trust me on that!”

Rip Jaw gave the speechless wizard one last embrace and nod before gathering her weapons to head off. Falion quickly tried to gather his thoughts and before the argonian maiden turned to leave he sputtered, “I-if you ever do- find yourself in this...situation again, just come back to me. I can do this a million more times if needed...”

To that the dragonborn smiled, “Thank you, Falion. I think I’ve found someone I can call a friend in you…”

She finally turned and left heading toward town, Falion could hear the beginnings of the locals prepping for another day like nothing of merit had occurred on its outskirts. He shook himself and plodded on back to his own abode so he could ensure Agni would never know he had gone.

...Anything he needed, she had said?...

Right as he was about to enter his home he heard clopping hoof beats and turned to see the dragonborn on her dark steed, its whinny being heard throughout all of Morthal. The residence that were up and about looked on to her with admiration and wonder, she was quite a sight in her shining armor and newly revived spirits.

...Need of anything...did he need an argonian wife?

#skyrim #fanfiction #fantasy #fanfic #oc #mage #vampire #elder scrolls #falion #argonian

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A week later Sinead was in Boston. She flew in on a muggle plane since Minister Flannery didn't want to risk setting up a long distance Floo connection. Danny met her at the airport and they went to her father's office to meet him for lunch. John agreed with his daughter not to alert Helen to the visit because she was still raving about Severus and the others she had met.

After settling in Sinead went to visit Maggie's grandmother and sister, Maggie had asked her to check in and make sure they were both ok. Sinead could see that Maggie's grandmother was starting to slow down and she knew that caring for the girls was difficult.

The second day in Boston Sinead headed to Salem to meet with Minister Flannery. The meeting was a long one he wanted a detailed timeline of what had gone on since her arrival in London the previous summer. The date for the council was set for two days giving Sinead some time to meet with the shop owners who were carrying her line of products. Sinead also looked into possibly having a brewing station in Salem that would supply her orders in Salem and Boston but she couldn't find someone with a high level of experience that she could trust.

Sinead met with the coven she was a part of and presented what she knew. A few of the members seemed more interested in what was going on but no one volunteered to go except Bill's son, who was moving to London with his father soon anyway. Sinead was kept busy with an invite to a ministry run ball in New Orleans two days after the panel was set to meet. The day of the panel Sinead stood in the Ministry building with Margaret, the elder who had predicted Sinead's future if she went to London.

"You will be fine, dear. Just answer their questions and stay calm." Margaret gave Sinead a quick hug. The doors opened and Minister Flannery stood before them.

"Welcome Sinead. Margaret, I'll take it from here." Margaret forced a smile as Sinead followed the Minister into the large meeting room. She was introduced to the other Ministers before she took a seat and the questions began.

The first topic of discussion was why Albus Dumbledore was removed from his position of Headmaster of Hogwarts. Several people were using bewitched quills and parchments to take notes. Sinead was shielding her mind and felt a someone try to breakthrough. She scanned the room to see a dark haired wizard she knew to be the Headmaster of the New Orleans wizarding school to be glaring at her, she knew his name was Roberto Lamas.

The next topic of discussion was Harry Potter. Sinead kept her answers vague and only reported what she knew to be common knowledge.

The Order of the Phoenix was the next topic discussed. Sinead answered questions about what the order was focused on but she refused to name members since it would be public knowledge.

The last topic was he who must not be named.

"Why not just call him by his name?" Sinead asked.

"You are a fool to do so." Sneered Roberto.

"I agree, we should call him by his name." Minister Flannery said backing up Sinead.

Many of the people in the room seemed uncomfortable and the information presented seemed to made everyone feel much more tense.

"Sinead, thank you for coming here to present this information. We are all grateful for this opportunity to hear about what is happening. Now we are going to discuss everything we have learned and hopeful come to a decision."

Sinead nodded and stood. After getting outside she let out a sigh and made her way over to the shop that was selling her items. Many people in the shop were happy to see Sinead in person and a few people asked for her to autograph their shampoos bottles. When Sinead arrived at Danny's apartment her mother was sitting on the couch.

"Hello mother." Sinead said as Danny looked away guiltily.

"Sinead, I want you to hear what I have to say. I don't approve of your relationship with Severus but I'm your mother and I won't let you push me away."

"Mom, I've put up with you trying to control me my whole life. I put up with your requests so I could do what I wanted. I'm not giving up being a witch and I'm not giving up Severus."

Danny frowned.

"Sinead, let's think about this. I'm your best friend and you know I have your best interests at heart."

"Danny, please don't do this. We always promised we'd never get involved in each other's relationships."

Danny nodded.

"I know and I want to say one thing, just think about your possible future with him. I know you want to get married and have children. He's in his mid-thirties-"

"Stop, this intervention is ridiculous. Dad was in his 30s when I was born and this topic hasn't even been brought up between Severus and I-"

"Honey, we are thinking about you. He does seem like the paternal type-"

"Mom, I'm done. Either we drop this or I'm not going to talk to you until you get over this. Daniel, I can't believe you right now. I've never once butted into your love life and I'm so hurt that you joined in on this attack. I'm going to pack up my stuff and check into a hotel until it's time to go home. Mom, don't you dare think about showing up tomorrow when I go over Uncle Gs for dinner because he is well aware of what is going on and he supports me."

Helen stood shocked as Sinead moved around the apartment throwing her things into her bag muttering under her breath. Two hours after the failed intervention Sinead lay on her bed in the hotel where she would be staying. She had contacted her father and he was beyond pissed and she was sure somewhere in Boston her mother was also at a hotel because of her actions that day. Her father seemed like he was growing tired of Helen's behavior and Sinead wouldn't be surprised if her parents actually finally split up. She knew for years her father put up with her mother for the same of the family but Sinead had been living on her own for years.

Sinead knew it would be late but she called Maggie hoping that her friend might still be awake. For the first time since her aunt and grandfather's deaths Sinead broke down and who was usually the cried listened to everything Sinead said and even offered to come back to Boston for support. Since Sinead was only going to be home for a few more days she told Maggie to stay in London but she requested that the girls come over her house the day after she got home.

In London an Order meeting was called to discuss the change in several of the Death Eaters movements. Maggie was staring off when Albus asked if she had heard from Sinead.

"Sinead presented everything to the Ministry and is going to hear the results of their discussion at a ball in New Orleans. I was going to fly there since her mother was giving her a bad time again and that idiot Danny joined in."

Severus looked down at his hands. He hadn't heard from Sinead but he felt like something was wrong.

"That poor dear." Molly said as Albus frowned not really knowing what was going on.

"Her mother is giving her a hard time because of me." Severus said as Sirius went to open his mouth but Remus kicked him under the table.

"Not know." He gritted as Sirius glared at him.

"Sinead's mother is a piece of work anyway. That woman made it difficult for her to be a witch. I was amazed Sinead was so level heaved after meeting Helen." Trent said as Sophia shook her head.

"I know she'll be ok. Sinead's the strongest person I know."

#spazie85 #stay #severus snap fan fiction #severus snape #severus x ofc #severus snape x ofc #harry potter fan fiction

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Hogwarts. Or when Fabian is there, Whoregotwarts

(Hey @esteicy-blog, I included Pietro this time! And Wanda too! I hope I did okay with their personalities; I know what Pietro is like to a degree but I really don’t know much about how Wanda acts.Also, credit to @hexiva for the whole “Magneto was a dark wizard that Xavier put on staff as “Michael Xavier” after defeating him, ala his identity while headmaster to the New Mutants” bit. Thank you for letting me use your AWESOME IDEA, friend!)The Triwizard tournament had come yet again, and this time it was hosted at Hogwarts. For the first time in years, students from the Hogwarts could mingle with visitors from the Durmstrang Institute and the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Fabian Cortez, a Spanish student from Beauxbatons, would in particular like to ‘mingle’ with one of the Durmstrang girls, a Balkans beauty named Wanda MaximoffHe had made this abundantly clear since they first passed in the Great Hall when the visitors were first announced to the Hogwarts pupils, and he had been making it clearer every time he saw her, to her demure disgust. It had finally come to a head in the Hogwarts courtyard, where he had last made the mistake of making his lurid advances in view of Wanda’s brother, Pietro, who, it turned out, had a much shorter temper and smaller tolerance for such impropriety than she did. “Leave her alone, you lurid creep!”“She can tell me if she doesn’t appreciate my company, you pernicious twerp.”“She did, she told you quite clearly! Maybe you couldn’t hear her because your rat-tailed head is too far up your own—”“Problem, boys?”It was Professor Michael Xavier, one of the Hogwarts teachers. “I realize you’re not my students,” he continued, “But perhaps you’d like to explain yourselves?”“You’re right, I’m not your student,” Pietro huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.Fabian, on the other hand, did as asked,“It was my fault, Professor. I was trying to talk with this young lady, but I think I made a language mistake, or maybe overstepped some cultural barrier—I know little of Durmstrang ways, I only studied British manners because we were coming to Hogwarts—and this boy came up just…yelling at me. I didn’t understand at first, but I think he thought I was bothering her.”“You were!” Pietro barked, red-faced at how Fabian was…not lying exactly, but painting a very misleading picture.“Why don’t we ask the young lady in question?” said Michael coolly. He was already biased for Fabian, since he was the one who had cooperated and his story seemed plausible, but he supposed getting a neutral third party witness would be most fair.“That would be me, professor,” Wanda stepped forward,“He was bothering me, and I asked him to stop, but…perhaps I was not clear enough.”“You were PLENTY clear,” snarled Pietro, glaring at Fabian. Fabian looked at Professor Xavier expectantly, figuring that the verdict would now fall in his favor…but Michael Xavier was staring past the boys at Wanda. He looked transfixed, and shocked, unbelieving. Wanda shifted nervously under the intensity of his gaze. Why was he staring at her like that?“Professor!” Pietro said sharply, who was wondering the same thing. Would he have to defend his sister even from the teachers now? Well, he was ready, he’d blast anyone who so much as looked at Wanda into pixie dust!“Eh?” Michael Xavier glanced at him, and it seemed like reality returned,“Oh, yes…my apologies children, I…recalled something important. Now what was your problem?”“Make him leave her alone!” Pietro demanded, “Or I will!”“I’m very sorry for the confusion,” said Fabian in a humble, abashed tone, “I’ll apologize to Miss Maximoff immediately. Miss Wanda, I promise that impropriety was not my intent. I hope that we can still be friends—I’d hate for this to be your only impression of me, and of the Beauxbatons school.”“Er, I–” Wanda started, but was cut off by protestations from Pietro over the idea.“Maximoff,” Michael Xavier said to himself, noting how Fabian had addressed her, “Wanda Maximoff.”And with that, he turned and hurried back to the castle in a most urgent manner, leaving the boys behind to bicker. For Michael Xavier was not Michael Xavier. The man Michael Xavier, supposedly the cousin of Headmaster Charles Xavier, did not exist. He was really Erik Magnus, the Dark wizard that Charles Xavier was supposed to have defeated and killed years ago. In truth, Xavier had let him live, convinced him to give his way a try, and as a gesture of his trust, given him this new life, this position as a teacher.But before he had been Erik Magnus, Michael Xavier had been someone else as well. A boy named Max Eisenhardt. A boy who had grown up to marry a woman called Magda.A woman who had been nigh-identical to this “Wanda Maximoff”. He must find out who she was, where she came from—who her parents were. And no schoolboy squabble was about to distract him. ***“There you are, swine. I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show.”It was midnight, and Pietro had been waiting at the mouth of the enchanted maze for…well, for all of five minutes, actually. Fabian was right on time. In fact, he’d come early, to get a little something done first before meeting Pietro. But Fabian had indeed considered not coming. The fact that this duel was a secret meant he wouldn’t lose face in front of his peers if he chickened out…and he didn’t want to get caught after so narrowly avoiding trouble the last time. He doubted he’d get the same leniency that Professor Michael Xavier had shown him. But then he’d had an idea that he just couldn’t resist…“It’d have been better for you if I didn’t,” he replied, “Oh, hello there Wanda, here to cheer me on? Or does Pietro need his sister to for backup?”“I am TRYING to tell my brother what a stupid, stupid idea this is. I was hoping YOU would at least be smart enough to realize that!”“And stand up a date? I never do that, Wanda. Maybe I’ll be kind enough to show you that—after I teach your brother a lesson! Flipendo!”Fabian had drawn his wand by surprise, and knocked Pietro on his ass with the Knockback Jinx.“You cheater!” Wanda yelled, “No one said go yet!”“No rules out here, Maximoff!” Fabian replied, directing this at them both as he readied his wand again, “Consider it a warning shot!”Pietro jumped to his feet, drawing his own wand as he did and yelling the incantation for a Stinging Hex. It hit Fabian full in his face mid-smirk, and he screamed and clawed at his own skin in pain. It didn’t slow him down though; it merely made him angry. No more playing!“Expulso!” Fabian’s wand blasted the blue light of the exploding charm in Pietro’s direction, but Fabian’s current poor vision meant his aim was off, and Pietro was able to Pietro, pulling Wanda with him. All the magic hit was the shrubbery, which burst into shredded leaves. Still, that alone showed the twins that Cortez clearly meant business.“Wanda, get out of here, he’s mad!” Pietro urged, suddenly realizing how serious the situation could be.“That’s why I’m staying with you, you idiot!” she retorted, drawing her own wand. “How touching,” Fabian mocked, and fired another Exploding Charm, this time on their opposite side, causing the pair to jump again, this time in the other direction. Pietro began to run at him with his wand drawn, but another Flipendo from Fabian knocked him back, this time into the entrance of the maze. Wanda ran after him, but not before pointing her own wand at Fabian and shouting,“Stupefy!”It worked splendidly, with Fabian reeling back and then falling to the ground unconscious. Wanda, meanwhile, went into the maze in search of her brother. Fabian’s Exploding Curse had cleared quite a lot of the hedges, which had allowed him to knock Pietro exceptionally far back inside, considering. “Pietro?” Wanda called nervously when she did not immediately see him, “Pietro, where are—”“Shhhh,” said a voice from her feet, and she looked down to see Pietro crouching under a bush, finger to his lips, and his opposite hand gesturing rapidly for her to come join him.“Pietro, what are—aaaAAAAH!”Charging right for her was what Pietro had been hiding from—a manticore, a massive beast with a leonine body, gigantic curled scorpion tail, and an unnervingly human-like face full of dagger-sharp teeth. It had been meant to stay tethered there in the maze, until it would be unleashed during the Third Task for the Triwizard Champions to face when they went inside to search for the Triwizard Cup.But, judging by the severed chain trailing from its collar, someone had let it loose tonight…And it was going to do exactly what that ‘someone’ had planned for it to do—at least, til someone shouted “IMPEDIMENTA!” and stopped the beast in its tracks.Wanda turned to see the face of her savior—Professor Michael Xavier.“Miss Maximoff,” he said calmly, stepping towards her, wand in one hand, shirt collar of the still-unconscious Fabian in the other as he dragged the boy behind him,“I believe you and I, along with your brother, have some very important matters to discuss. Family matters, in fact.”

#fic #writing #Harry Potter #hogwarts

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chosebravery · 6 years

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me, late? you can (troy bolton vc) bet on it!!!!11!1

good morning / afternoon / evening, my children. my name is tea (or t, or anything you want; s/h pronouns) and i have been struggling with a flu for over a week now and things,,,have been difficult but i'm going to power through because i already adore this rp (the writers in here are no joke???) and i ought to present yall my daughter. i will babble a lil about her under the cut and if you want me to reach you out, like this post!!

* △ — the dark lord has targeted [ ELIZABETH ROSIER NEE HEPBURN ] ! the muggles say she holds resemblance to [ ALICIA VIKANDER ]. the [ TWENTY EIGHT ] year old [ female ] was [ WARM & HELPFUL ] before the war, but have now become [ STUBBORN & SELF RIGHTEOUS ]. though they were once a part of [ GRYFFINDOR ], they have now taken up the position of a [ HEALER ]. whispers throughout the ministry claim that the [ MUGGLEBORN ] is actually [ AN ORDER MEMBER ], but i wouldn’t report that to the daily prophet.

the only child out of a quite unlucky couple, elizabeth was born in a household where people made gold out of grass. her parents were poor and unfortunate, but they loved each other--her father still claims so, even after her mother's passing when the girl was just three. mr. hepburn's optimism was what supported them--that and his gig at a pawn/repair shop at linlithgow; while he went on that and any part times he could find to keep up rent and put his daughter through school, said girl would be at home, holding onto what needed to hold and distracting herself with tales of other worlds.

as the daughter of an immigrant and an outsider, elizabeth grew to be peculiar, standing out from the rest of the people in the small town she came to live on after her mother’s passing. on the mid fifties, on a scottish town where nothing happened, people didn’t take very kindly to strangers disrupting their routine, but it was where elizabeth was to grow nevertheless; with a few years, name calling was something she learned to become unfazed by. despite however isolated and shunned she was then, she never imagined the magic of her books could become reality--the butterflies in her stomach were both of excitement and nervousness, a mix of feelings she would come to feel many times over the rest of her life. for good or bad, she was different (and this, too, would follow her for the rest of her life).

when her letter came, what she assumed to be a well conceited prank turned out to be her new astonishing reality. as she went through a wall and boarded a train, she was both terrified and amazed.

soft spoken, quiet and isolated, with a preference for long books and a tendence for distraction, elizabeth hepburn was hardly the model person for a gryffindor--she didn't think of herself courageous when the hat was placed on her head either, but there are all kinds of courage in this world, she was told. in the seven years to follow she had never watched injustice go free, nor she backed out when someone (anyone) needed her; beneath honey and unfailing kindness, in moments necessary, her voice was like thunder and her will unbreakable.

of course, sometimes it wavered--many were the times she almost gave up the wonderful magical castle when she thought of her father, all alone. he has refused this many times: she was meant for something more than a small town with ordinary people who did not appreciate her, mr. hepburn would tell her.

those years away at hogwarts installed a tradition of very long letters, written at least twice by week--flowery, extensive and very descriptive, they are still kept to this day by the old hepburn, and its sight is enough to make the daughter blush and smile sheepish. she is a sight when excited, all who know her know her passion.

her career in “wizard medicine” was a suggestion by a professor, who was aware of her excelling in herbology and potions, and her people skills (ironically, since she, then, was not the most social kid & her willingness to socialize and reach out was belated). despite over ten years working on st mungo, she still aspires for something more; her husband & her shares a dream to open a book shop of their own, but due to more pressing events, it keeps being pushed forward.

she married domitius on the spring of 72, about 26 months after they bonded while she nursed him back to health. her interest in men -- or relationships in general -- had been nonexistent until then, so it was a surprise not only for his prejudiced pureblooded family but also for those who knew elizabeth. regardless, she claims he is first her best friend, her soulmate, then her husband--he is also father of her children: five year old twins daniel and isolde & little cosette, not much older than a year old. if you catch fictional characters names in there, you’re spot on (she is a nerd even as a mom, yes--fitting too, as her own name had come from the iconic austen heroine).

currently she works at the janus thickey ward as its healer in charge, although her presence is often required on the dai llewellyn ward due to her experience with some incidents’ injuries; it’s not uncommon to see her reading the newspapers, books and letters to the patients.

however, it has been over a year since she last stepped on st mungo. her youngest child was born on early 1978, so elizabeth has been on maternity leave since then; as much as she loves her children (and she does, overwhelmingly so), the life of a stay at home mother does not agree with her anxiety so she is very eager to return to her routine, even if it means she has to stay away from her children for more than she wished she would--she takes as advantage her father is so good with them, and always willing to crash in their spare bedroom.

she is virtually incapable of staying still--if not with her nose in a book, it’s likely she is walking around, doing whatever needs to be done around wherever she is (and this does not only apply to her own house, much to her friend’s dismay). her nervous tics include tapping her fingers, tucking her hair behind her ears and biting her lips; fiddling with her clothes and her wand also apply so it’s not uncommon she is keen to hold people’s hands to prevent the anxiety to be too transparent.

elizabeth’s ethical code is incorruptible, which is one of the main causes for any friction she may create with others--another would be her inability to stay still in face of wrongdoing; blindly, she will not admit she is a bit of a nosy judgmental holier-than-thou. thankfully (debatable for some), all that makes her just right to fight for the order.

elizabeth has an intimate knowledge of muggle mechanics, due to her father’s main line of work during her childhood years; even now, when she has lived most of her life in the wizard world, she is still curious and eager to learn and be connected with the muggle world and often finds herself doing things the muggle way.

EXTRAS (ish):

she is a saggitarius!! which is not what people first think of her, but elizabeth is just like um don’t judge a book by its cover ok. but i don’t blame people who take her as a virgo because ya know, girl is kinda....very virgo lmao (it is her ascendant anyways shhh). she was also born on 1950, which makes her a grandma tiger; she graduated hogwarts on 1968 (i don’t think there’s anyone who could have been classmates w her but,,,i’d die for this so pls bring me more old people!!!)

her wand is made of laurel wood & phoenix feather; it is quite bendy and is 10 3/4 in size. overall, i found it all very fitting!! laurel wands are said unable to perform a dishonorable act, and it does not accept lazy owners, who are often on a quest for glory -- it combines rather well with the flexibility, fitting for a woman who can not stand still / doing nothing / saying nothing for more than ten minutes.

her patronus is a weasel! people with this patronus tend to be ruled by instincts and very intuitive, and to be polite, honest and hardworking. (source)

her amortentia’s scents are old manuscripts (she is passionate about books, but she adores old editions because of how personal they are), fresh ink (she is often writing something, and always carries both quills and muggle pens with herself), the first batch of bread of the day (she just,,,loves bread. it is a very nostalgic scent for her, remeting from her childhood), geer oil (her father is a mechanic, and often she helped him), chamomile (known for its calming effects, the rosier plants chamomile in their garden & it is elizabeth’s husband to go choice of tea).

talking about scents, homegirl often smells of herbs. her husband keeps telling her she smells so good and like, yeah, he is cheesy as hell, but i’m pretty sure she does smell like heaven.

also about scents: she hates coffee and is the founder of coffee sucks society ™ . expect dissertations about this on my writing.

pretty much all else i can say / know about her are on the many profiles i’ve sent on my app. you can find them here if you don’t mind the length ( 1, 2, 3, 4) & her aesthetics here + a weheartit collection (aint nobody got time for that other site) here.

#noc.intro #other people: flawlessly whips out lovely intros On Time #me: this garbage after 4(?) days like nbd #and proud let me just tell you lmao #i gotta get to work but i'll be doing ims whenever i have some free time!!!!#don't let this flop yall

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lexiy-dreyar · 4 years

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there parents reaction to this?

heh hehe angst time~ also el’s parents would literally not give a fuck because he nearly never goes home anymore for reasons I can't say AHME @auntiesakamaki

tw/-abuse, arguing, disownment, neglect

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lexiy stared at her child confused “ama....how...did this happen?” “I don't know magic!

ivey-

he grumbled as he walked home, he saw no point hiding what happened since his clothes changed to. as he entered his home he saw his dad doing his mom's hair while servants did her nails “oh ivey dear you ho-” she paused mid-sentence seeing her son now a daughter “oh my gosh...is this the work of those wizards?!” she asked. he slowly nods expecting her to throw a tantrum “OH YES! THIS IS WONDERFUL” ........” huh?” he looked at his mother confused as she tightly hugged him “oh this is perfect timing come come! get your hair done with me” she smiled.

ivey felt conflicted. this would be the first time his mom actually wanted to spend time with him. any other time she’d shove him off unless he was buying her something along the way. none the less he felt happy to

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el-

he stared in the mirror, his eyes dull, he gently pats his cheeks pulling them flinching slightly rubbing his cheeks, sighing mumbling the same thing his boyfriend said to him when they were young. “hey babe!” his sharp voice snapped him out of his thoughts “correct me if I'm wrong but it seems to me that your a girl a-” “did you need something” el asks turning around from the mirror slightly gripping the table “time for our date~” he smirked, it only darken when he saw the boy pale more “unless you want to keep us here and we could do a few things we haven't done in forever~” he pinned the scared boy to the counter “el! have yo- oh” amaniz glared at the green-haired boyfriend “tch pest” he spat “annoyance” amaniz shot back pissed off “Leave”

she growled glaring at him “fine fine..but don't forget our date” he softly kisses el on the lips before leaving. as soon as the door closes el fell to his knees, his body trembling as amaniz raced to his said. pulling him into a gently hug whispering all the sweet words she could think off

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phe-

she quietly walked into her home hearing her moms on the phone again “and I’ll have you know doctor is that my little angel is doing fine without your damm poison!” her mother growled, phe sweatdropped since they had star take them to get vaccinated “mom” they said pitching there voice the best they can “oh honey your home one second” she said smiling “n-no I'm not feeling to hot so I'm just going to head to my roo-” “what are you sick-AHHHH” she flinched hearing her mother scream upon her now male daughter “dear is ev-” “NO EVERYTHING IS NOT FINE SOMEONE RUINED ARE PRESHUS BABY AND TURNED HER INTO A DISGUSTING PIG!!” she flinched at her mother's harsh words

“what baby...i see nothing but filth” her mom scowled, phe wasn't shocked her parents hated all men any forms of it. “hmm you know what your right...its nothing but filth” she was shoved down the stairs, she yelped in pain as she landed on her arm “untill you’ve turned back into a girl your worthless!” she teared up at her mother's voice, knowing going to a hospital would be useless since el’s parents own lost every medical place In japan. slowly getting up and leaving trying to dry her tears.

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Vivi-

her parents didn't even notice all they thought was she cut her hair and asked the grades of her most recent test. she didn't bother saying anything els but that before heading to her room to continue studying.

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sinwa-hella tw for her mega abuse!

sinwa walked to where her mother sat. “hmmm what happened magic?” her mother asked not looking at her, she nodded slightly “what a shame....get out” she said blandly, they left the room not minding her mom since she was already mad at her from morning “sinwa....what is this” she flinched hearing her fathers voice “I asked you a question” he gripped her now short hair “oh what happened to our dear sister” she heard her sister laugh “she’s been turned into man is this your way of trying to get your voice back?” her bother scoffed, she shook her head no trying to escape her fathers grip only to get kicked “IMPOSTER WHERE THE HELL IS MY SISTER”

she started choking the girl. sinwa didn't bother to thrash around at this point she was ready to accept her fate before feeling a kick to her ribs, she coughed up blood rolling onto her side before feeling her legs getting bashed by a chair,, she teared up feeling fear and despair take over “and just what do you think you're doing!” sinwas heard a voice interjected her pain “oh it's you-” “dont just say that I see my grandbaby getting hurt and you just say oh it's you! away all of you!” her grandmother gently held the poor kid crying and shaking from the pain.

“granny move away from them there and imposter!” her sister growled as her father held her back “my baby is my baby I'm taking her away from this place if this is how you treat her” the grandmother shouted picking up sinwa. before leaving.

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the following day

amaniz walked to school with a small group of girls around him, he went by a different name as to not attract too much attention. he ran into Ivey covered by guys “FUCK OFF” she growled making their hearts melt “ugghhh...is that iveys sister?” on of the girls said “She seems like a slut” the other said pissing him off “please don't call them that..how would you feel if someone called you a slut for something you can't control.” he huffed before storming off. ivey following right behind seeing sinwa nore phe at there meeting tree. “so where the hell is the mute and sports demon?” ivey huffed seeing el slightly shaking and gazing to a group of boys watching her lustfully.

“both hospitalized, miss star is watching phe so she won't be in today and sinwa’s grandmother took her to the hospital after her father and siblings tried to kill her again...” Vivi sighed giving a glare to the girls walking by. “ughh this sucks cock..” ivey huffed “el are you doing any better?” amaniz ask’ ed walking over to her “n-no...they groped me and tried to...” she broke done clinging to amaniz scared. “fucking hell..one way to start a morning. I'm just glad they're all stupid to belive were just our siblings.

Vivi nodded “we should get to class now before more students arrive” the group nodded stay close together to avoid more problems.

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*Take Me Away | Pt. 1* Newt x reader

Story synopsis: Reader is in a loveless marriage. Her husband is an Auror and works alongside Theseus. Newt is recently promoted to the Beast Division at The Ministry and Theseus decides to bring Newt along to a dinner at reader’s house. After a few run ins afterwards, reader and Newt slowly begin to fall in love. Reader has never found love in anyone besides her mother and soon finds it in Newt. The two begin to see one another secretly (after fighting the urges to avoid such a secret affair…) until after a year of hiding Newt is asked to travel the world and write his book. Will reader go with him and leave her life behind?

❤ This came to me a while back and I never did anything with it. However, it popped back up in to my mind recently and I just had to write it out. I really do hope you guy’s enjoy this series!

Life for you had always been easy. You supposed it was the fact that most of it was decided for you and you only needed to worry about showing up and doing as you were told.

Your family was in no way rich but you weren’t exactly poor either. Your mother was full of love and did nothing but made sure you knew she would always be there for you. Your father however, was a bit more difficult. His illness which caused him to have to step down from his job as an auror at the Ministry of Magic had deeply impacted your family and so he took it in his best interest for you to marry one of the son’s of his coworker’s.

His name was Nathaniel Harding. He wasn’t one to show much love towards you and only in public gatherings did he show any sign of affection. It was, you suspected, his way of showing that you were his.

As the years passed, your mother passed away due to dragon pox and you were left with no one to go to. You hadn’t many friend’s and you began to feel your world closing in on you. You felt as if you were trapped within a great precipice; but no one noticed. Your only means of escape becoming the long afternoons you’d spend in your garden and sketching. It wasn’t until an unlikely visitor stumbled upon your home that things began to change.

That change was named Newt Scamander. He was a young gentleman who had been hired to work in the Beast Division within the Ministry. His brother, a well acclaimed auror and war hero named Theseus, had been invited to your home one evening by your husband. Newt, his younger brother, was dragged along for the occasion as Theseus had put it as, “A nice way to meet and make good connections within the Ministry.”

“And where did you work previously?” Placing his glass down, Nathaniel glanced up at the shy wizard as he kept his gaze on the plate in front of him. You had noticed he wasn’t one to talk much and his curly auburn hair fell in front of his eyes; helping to hide him. His cheeks were littered in delicate freckles and you could have sworn that if you looked close enough, you’d be able to make out constellations.

“O-office for House-elf Relocation.” He stuttered.

“That sounds awfully terrible.” Bringing his hand to yours, Nathaniel looked over to you, a look of ownership in his eyes. It made your stomach churn. “And how long did you work in that ghastly department for?”

You looked over to Newt, watching as he glanced up momentarily, his sea foam green eyes catching sight of you E/C ones. It sent a shock through your body and a small smile forced it’s way on to your lips.

“Two years.”

Nathaniel let out a chuckle as he raised his glass to his lips once more, taking a swig of his fire whiskey.

“Well, sir… I commend you for lasting that long! You must be thrilled to be in a new department?”

Newt nodded.

“My brother here,” Theseus began, “wants to be a Magizoologist. He’s always been a lover of magical beasts. He wishes to work in the field and study magical creatures. Wants to help teach the wizarding world about them.”

“I see.” One of your house elves appeared and began placing food on everyone’s plates. “And what exactly do you wish to teach us, Mr. Scamander?”

There was an uneasy tone to your husband’s question and you paused, your fork half way to your mouth as you shot your husband a warning look, something you rarely did in fear of the repercussions that would follow later. However, he just laughed it off and looked back over to the nervous wizard.

“I wish to teach them why we should be protecting these creatures instead of hurting them.”

“Protecting them?” Your husband scoffed, bringing his napkin to his face to hide his amused expression.

“I think that’s wonderful, Mr. Scamander.” Smiling at the wizard, you internally kicked your husband for his rude and unjust comment. “It’s refreshing that you are so dedicated to your work.”

Newt looked up to you, a smile tugging at his lips. It was obvious how grateful he was for your honest interest and you hungered to know more about him. From the moment he walked in to your home you knew there was something more to this quiet and reserved man.

Nathaniel only rolled his eyes, taking another bite of his food. As the evening progressed you found yourself glancing over to the wizard only to find his eyes already on you. It brought a shiver down your spine each time and you smiled to yourself.

Of all the men you had met in your life, this Newt Scamander was one you knew was unlike the rest; and it excited you.

Days passed and you often found yourself walking through your home humming and thinking about the gentle man who you had only met a few days back. The gleam in his eyes played over and over in your mind and you couldn’t help but smile. You wondered if you’d ever see him again.

“Don’t forget we have dinner arrangements tonight.”

“Oh?” Glancing up from your book, you eye your husband as he looks over to you, a look of annoyance as you once again forgot about the party you were invited to.

“Yes.” He replied. “The dinner in honor of Mr. Maxwell’s retirement.”

Yes. That one. One of the top auror’s at the ministry was retiring and you, among countless others, were invited to his lavish home to celebrate the occasion.

“We’ll be leaving at five o’clock.” Nathaniel said as he walked from the room and leaving you be. You sighed as you placed your book down and made your way to get ready. Winney, your house elf, was at your side immediately and helped you pick out a necklace and earrings to go with your mid length pastel pink gown. It was adorned in sparkling beads and a tiny bit of lace. You settled upon a diamond necklace Nathaniel had gifted you on your engagement night.

Winney placed it around your neck and clasped the ends together. You glanced at your reflection in the mirror, a sinking feeling rising in your chest. For most, jewelry like this would bring them joy, happiness, a sense of love and perhaps confidence. For you, however, it brought nothing but the reminder of the loveless marriage you had agreed upon only to help your parent’s.

“You look lovely…” Winney hummed. Smiling, you thanked her and lifted yourself up from your vanity chair and grabbing your beaded clutch. As you walked down the hall, your heels clinking against the wood floor, you felt a sadness overcome you as you mentally prepared yourself for what you knew would be an evening of mindless chatter.

Oh how you longed for adventure and to be free of these chains keeping you down and locked within these walls. What you wouldn’t do to have your mother back; to have her to talk to.

Standing beside the door in one of his nicest suits, Nathaniel held out his arm. Intertwining yours with his you closed your eyes as you suddenly twisted and turned throughout the air and landed with an instantaneous pop. As your eyes opened up you found yourself in front of Mr. Maxwell’s home. Various couples were appearing and making their way towards the front gate. You could already hear the laughter and music coming from within.

Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself for another evening of pretend smiles and fake conversation.

You sat beside your husband, your eyes glazed over as you automatically nodded and smiled as people spoke to you. In all honesty, you had no idea what was being said.

“Ah! Theseus!” You perked up as your husband welcomed the handsome wizard to the table and you eagerly looked to see if Newt was with him. To your dismay he wasn’t.

Everyone at the table welcomed Theseus as he took a seat and began light conversation with the few people nearby. Catching sight of you he smiled and complimented you on your evening attire. You thanked him before excusing yourself to get a bit of fresh air on the balcony nearby.

Weaving through the crowds of people you instantly felt relaxed as the cool evening air hit your bare skin. The stars above twinkled in the night sky and you made your way over to the ledge where you looked down to see an elaborate garden.

Your heart ached as you wished Newt would have been here tonight to accompany his brother.

Letting out a long sigh, you rested your chin in your hand and closed your eyes. The wind blew gently and you let your mind wander back to when you were a little girl. Images of your mother danced through your mind and you felt tears begin to threaten to fall.

What you wouldn’t give to have her beside you; to tell you everything would be okay.

“Y-you alright?” A voice broke you from your thoughts and you turned to see the one person you had hoped would appear. There, standing in the moonlight, was Newt Scamander. He wore a simple tux and his curly hair was pushed out of his face revealing his breathtaking sea foam green eyes. His hands were in his pockets and he walked over to you cautiously; afraid he would be over stepping any boundaries.

“Mr. Scamander.” Smiling, you felt a blush creep up on to your cheeks as you felt your thoughts begin to go in a sinful direction. A married woman most surely should not be thinking what you were. “It’s wonderful to see you again. I saw your brother, Theseus. He’s at the table with my husband. I was wondering if you’d be here once I saw him.”

Nodding, Newt rocked back on his heels as he kept his gaze down, looking up at you every few seconds. “I’m not one for huge gatherings…” He answered. “He sort of drags me along to these things. Says it’ll help me with my career.”

“I’m not a huge fan of these either. I much rather a quiet evening at home with a book and a warm cup of tea.”

Newt felt his heart race in his chest as he looked at you; a perfect image. The color of your dress and the way it fit you so perfectly drove him mad. He knew it was wrong to think such things about a married woman but he couldn’t help himself. He had never seen a more beautiful person in all his life.

Debating whether or not to come closer, Newt scratched the back of his neck before inching towards you a bit. As he got closer you caught a glimpse of a tiny leaf poking out of his jacket breast pocket. Reaching out to remove it you jumped when a tiny chirp emitted from it and two leafy hands appeared, grabbing your finger.

“Ah!” You jumped back, your hands grabbing the cement railing as your other clasped over your heart. Newt reached over to his pocket, his hand held out as a tiny twig like figure crawled out and on to the back of his hand.

“Terribly sorry about that,” He let out a chuckle. “Pickett? What did I say? You could come but only if you stay in my pocket.”

You stood there perplexed as you watched him talk softly to the tiny creature. It crossed it’s tiny arms in protest as it spun around to avoid Newt’s eyes.

“Pickett…”

“W-what is it?”

Newt’s eyes locked with yours and he smiled. Without knowing it, you had moved closer towards him. The amazement and wonder in your eyes was breathtaking to the wizard and he moved his hand out to help you get a better look.

“This is Pickett. He’s my bowtruckle. He insists on going everywhere with me.” He lowered his voice before continuing, an amused smile on his face, “I think he has some attachment issues.”

Wide eyed, you watched as the tiny creature looked up at you, eyeing you suspiciously. You let out a giggle. You had never seen a bowtruckle this close up before.

“He’s absolutely adorable!”

“W-would you like to hold him?”

Nodding, you watched as his hand gentle took a hold of yours. The warm feel of his touch caused a shiver to run down your spine. In all the years Nathaniel touched you, it never made you feel like this.

Newt placed Pickett on to the back of your hand and watched, a smile on his freckled face, as you stared at the creature in amazement. It’s tiny leafy tendrils relaxed and you chuckled as it looked up at you, studying your face. He seemed to trust you and as you brought him closer up he tickled your nose.

“Now, Pickett…” Newt smiled as he watched the two of you bond. His heart felt as though it were beating out of his chest. The way your eyes sparkled and how your grin widened with each passing second made the wizard weak in the knees.

“He’s wonderful, Newt.” Handing the creature back, you watched as it slipped back in to his pocket.

“There’s more from where he came from.” He replied, smiling as his eyes met yours again.

More? There were more? You suddenly felt a surge of excitement course through your body as you felt the adventurous side of you grow more excited.

“You mean…” Pausing, you eyes him quizzically, “there’s more creatures like him that you have?”

Newt pondered his answer for a moment in his head. Was it appropriate to tell you that yes, indeed, he did have more… lots more.

“Y-yes….”

It was as if a child was standing before him and she gazed in amazement as you jumped slightly, excitement coursing through your veins and fighting to burst out in likes of a firework show.

“Could I… could I see it sometime?” Perhaps your question wasn’t appropriate and you instantly feared you had crossed a line. In no way would Nathaniel ever let you go near magical creatures. Let alone spend time with another man…

Elated that you had asked, Newt nodded and opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by the familiar voice of your husband.

“There you are, darling.” Sauntering on over to you, Nathaniel snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you in close to his side. He seemed rather tense as he then turned to face Newt. “It’s nice to see you again, Mr. Scamander.” His tone was insincere, anyone could pick up on that.

Newt’s face turned red and he returned the greeting in a much quieter tone. It was evident he was beyond intimidated by your husband.

“Darling,” Nathaniel turned back to you, ignoring Newt’s presence completely now. “I have some people I wanted to introduce you to. If you don’t mind, Mr. Scamander.”

“No… not at all.”

“Splendid.” Placing a possessive kiss to your lips, Nathaniel began leading you back in to the house, his grip on you tightening as you walked past Newt. Your heart sunk in your chest as each step you took brought you back to the world you hated. Newt just watched as you disappeared beyond the crowds of people, his own heart sinking as well.

Neither one of you knew it yet, but something big was about to happen for the two of you. When or where, you didn’t know. But one thing was for certain… it would be life changing.

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smutandfluffohmy · 7 years

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Vegas Baby! Part 2

From: Smutandfluffohmy

Character Parings: Fred Weasley X Reader

A/N: The next imagine I’m going to be writing is going to be the Dramione one so don’t worry all the Peter Pan request will be written and posted in good time :) Keep sending them in my peeps.

Prompt request: “ For the vagas baby part 2 maybe when they get rid of the marriage and he has to explain magic to her” and “ Could you do a part 2 to Vegas Baby”

Warnings: None at all except it’s pretty long

“Fred why did you think marrying a muggle without telling her about magic was a good idea” Hermione said as she walked around Fred that looked just as confused and worried about the whole thing as everyone else.

“Married! Married! Fred you don’t even know how to cook for yourself and you’re off getting married? What’s next do I have grandkids that I don’t know about” Molly said as her face started to match her fiery red hair. Y/N stirring around as she woke up on a soft sofa in the twins house instead of the hardwood floor she landed on.

“Guys she’s waking up.” Harry said as he took a step backwards from the girl.

“Ugh Sydney I had the weirdest dream ever” Y/N said as she sat up and rubbed her hands over her eyes as she spoke.

“Yea you said something about getting married to a handsome devil” Fred said as he got mere inches away from Y/n as he spoke “But his brother was the true handsome devil” George said doing the same as Fred. Y/n eyes shot open and was greeted face to face with the smiling faces of George and Fred.

“Ahhh” Y/n yelled as she tried to hit George in the face with her fist but failed as he stepped back.

“Wow you sure got a punch but-” Fred started saying as he put his hands on her shoulders. Y/n startled and confused took another swing towards who she thought was the same boy, this time however her fist did hit him right on the nose causing Fred to clutch his nose in pain.

“Stop it you two you're scaring her” Hermione said as she pushed Fred to the side and started walking up to y/n. “Hi my name is Hermione what’s your name?”

“I’m Y/n. Where am I” Y/n said as she looked at everyone's faces around the room that stared at her in amazement and worry.

“Can you guys give us a moment?” Fred said as he used one hand motioning people to go away and another to massage his nose.

“Fred what exactly are you going to do” Hermione said as she stepped towards Fred.

“You’re going to scare the poor girl half to death knowing you” Ron said as he stepped next to Hermione. As they were bickering Y/n stepped away into the kitchen searching for a phone to call anyone anyone at all that wasn’t completely out of their mind.As she was walking into the kitchen she noticed a man and a woman sitting at the table talking.She tried leaving unnoticed but she didn’t know if it was that the universe seemed to hate her right now or simple mother's intuition that gave her away.

“Well don't just stand there dear come and take a seat. We’ll have a chat” Molly said as she poured another cup of tea and waited for y/n to take a seat.

“Hi umm is it true I’m in London right now?” Y/n said as she took a seat opposite of Molly and Arthur who looked calm.

“Yes dear thanks to my son” Molly said as she pushed the cup of tea towards y/n with a kind smile.

“Is it true you’re a muggle?” Arthur said as his curiosity took over the best of him.

“A what?” Y/n said as she looked at Molly and Arthur.

“A non magical person” Arthur said.

“Mum, dad what are you talking about with my wife” Fred said with a grin as he walked towards y/n slowly.

“Oh yea right the Vegas and “ministry of magic” wedding” Y/n said as she placed her face on her hands rubbing them over her eyes.

“Mum, dad can i please talk to her I promise I’ll fix this” Fred said as he turned to talk to his parents his eyes silently pleading with them. As Molly and Arthur stood up and left them alone Fred sat where his dad was previously sitting.

“Please tell me this is all an elaborate joke” Y/n said as she looked up to look at Fred’s eyes which showed no indication that this was a joke.

“Oh my dear y/n I love jokes but this isn’t one of them” Fred said as he tried to stay calm and collected when in reality he was freaking out as much as she.

“This can’t be real this can’t be real. I mean magic and magic people th-” Y/n spoke. “Wizards and witches” Fred said interrupting her mid sentence.

“And they’re all real look if you would just let me show you i can prove it to you” Fred said as he pointed at his pocket where he was keeping his wand.

Y/n scoffed as she looked at Fred “Is that a wand in your pocket or are you just happy to see me” She said as she saw what Fred was pointing at, this remark caused fred to let out a small laugh the air around seeming lighter and happier.Fred took out his wand and twirled it around in his hand showing off to y/n.

“Well show me what you got wizard boy” Y/n said as she placed her elbows up on the table and placing her chin in her hands as she looked at Fred. Fred waved her wand towards y/n as little fireworks went off over her head.

“Wow” y/n said in amazement as her eyes filled with a twinkle and a smile spread on her face. A sight that made Fred’s chest tighten, he never felt this towards anyone of course he knew what this was but he thought it silly considering he hadn’t known her for a complete day.

“You’re like Gandalf” Y/n said as looked at Fred and away from the little fireworks that were getting brighter, the light making her eyes seem bigger and brighter.

“Like who?” Fred asked as he tilted his head to the side.

“You know Gandalf. Lord of the rings?” Y/n said as her excitement got bigger with every word she spoke.

“Lord of the what” Fred still even more confused than before.

“You never seen it? Oh come on everyone seen it. The hobbits, elves, orcs, dragons?” Y/n said getting excited and frustrated at the same time.

“Oh my Merlin of course” Fred said looking at y/n in amazement his eyes filling with glee.

“Oh so you’ve seen it?” Y/n said her frustration disappearing.

“No. I got married to the biggest geek” Fred said as he leaned back laughing so hard and loud it echoed all around the room. Filling Y/n with joy it sounded so wonderful and warm in a way. “Do you like jokes by any chance?” Fred asked as soon as he stopped laughing wiping the tears from his eyes.

“I love jokes why do you ask” Y/n said to Fred as he got up from his chair to walk over to her.

“You’re going to love what I do come on I can sneak you out without everyone harassing you for questions” Fred said as he put out his arm for y/n to hook it with hers.

“You’re a comedian?” Y/n said as she hooked her arm through linking their arms as she followed him.

“Not professionally but I’m hysterical” Fred said smiling down at the girl that was smiling up at him. As Fred led y/n down stairs to the shop he wasn’t sure as to exactly what to show her first, maybe they’ll just see things as they went.

“Ok close your eyes” Fred said as they arrived at the door leading into the joke shop.

“Okay but promise me you won’t let me fall on my face” Y/n said as she smiled at Fred closing her eyes and reaching out for Fred. Fred placed one hand on the door knob and another one to hold both of her hands in his. As he swung the door open excitement filled him he looked around as if seeing if for the first time ever.

“Ok open them” Fred said as he looked back to see her face. As soon as her eyes open they were filled with amazement and happiness.

“Wow what is this place? What does this do?” Y/n said as she looked around and stepped towards a few items that were placed on shelves.

“It’s mine and my brothers joke shop and that is bubble gum that changes your voice” Fred said as leaned up against the shelf looking at y/n as she turned the package over in her hands looking at every bit of it.

“Oh what’s that” Y/n said as she handed the pack of gum over to Fred as she walked over to where all the love potions where sitting, pretty and pink colors making it hard to miss. Y/n looked at all the bottles and looked at the fountain filled with the liquid.

“Is this like cologne?” Y/n said as she took a deep breath of the liquid, filling every inch of her lungs.

“What do you mean?” Fred said as he walked over to where she was standing.

“I mean it smells good kind of a weird thing to sell in a joke shop but maybe this is funny to wizards I don’t know” Y/n said as she took one of the bottles in her hands and turned it over trying to see why wizards would find cologne so funny.

“Y/n can you tell me what it smells like? You know professional curiosity I never had a muggle smell it” Fred said as he scrunched his face up not sure if he really wanted the answer or if he should just leave the question alone.

“Well it smells like some kind of wood kind of airy if that makes sense sort of what people when they finish playing a sport smell like combined with wood, freshly washed clothes and ink. I don’t know Fred you should know you’re wearing it” Y/n said as she put the bottle down as a confused look spread across her face. “What did you think it smelt like?”

“I don’t know” Fred stared at y/n in shock unable to say anything else.

“Oh come on Fred you sell it, you must have some idea of what it smells like” Y/n said as she chuckled and walked towards Fred.

“Well I um smell lavender shampoo, buttery popcorn and pastries ” Fred said as he looked at y/n hoping and praying that y/n didn’t recognize the smell as her own.

“Wow I guess it’s different for everyone but again why do you sell?” y/n said with a grin.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you” Fred said trying to buy time as he tried to find the right words to break this to her.

“Try me” y/n said as she smiled at Fred as she looked up at the ceiling to see it how decorated it was with different silly stuff. Fred looked at her as he tried to find ways to stall, to buy himself some time. How do you tell someone you married in a drunken night, someone that you known less than 24 waking hours something so drastic. More importantly how do you break it to someone that Amortentia helped you find your soulmate.

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kncrowder88 · 7 years

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Snape Appreciation Month (Day 6)

Snape’s Parents

This is going to be a headcanon post mainly as we don’t really get a lot on Snape’s parents. There are things we know but from there we don’t have much else. We know they lived on Spinners End in Cokeworth.

We know Snape’s mother was a pureblooded witch (Prince family) and his father a muggle. We know his mother was named Eileen, her sixth year potion book published fifty years before Harry’s sixth year, Captain of the school Gobstones team in her fifth year, President of Hogwarts Gobstone Club, and we know that she got yelled out by Tobias.

We know that Snape’s father is named Tobias, that he is a muggle, that he was at least emotionally and mentally abusive to Eileen (and given how Snape talks to Snape as well), that he and Eileen fought often, that he didn’t like much of anything (as young Snape claims).

Basically … we don’t know much of anything about these two. Which is why much of my own opinions and beliefs and commentary from this point forth will be more my headcanons than canon facts.

So, given that Eileen’s potion book in 1996 is dated at 50 years old that means the book was published in 1946. This would mean that Eileen was likely born by 1929 (in order to buy a recently published, brand new book). As I, personally, imagine Tobias to be older I would put him as born between 1920 and 1929. I mention all this because this was a rather important point in history, muggle and wizarding.

You have the rise of Grindelwald and Hitler starting to happen as the 30s roll around. You have the American Great Depression and its impact of the world economy. You have cars becoming more prevalent, the steady decrease in aristocratic families, and the increase in industrial creations. Basically, everything that was happening during the Pre-World War II and Post-World War I time frame. On top of all this you have the societal expectations of the time.

This time crafted the two adults we see later and who they became. The abusive father and the neglectful mother. Two people who shaped someone who would later become a major player in the War with Voldemort.

Personally, my headcanons tend to be more about Eileen than anything. Most of them have her at Hogwarts either before or during McGonagall’s time. The idea of them being friends is something I like as it plays into my headcanon of McGonagall being motherly with Snape (both as a student and as a colleague). When you look at it all, if Eileen was born in 1929 she would be in the same year as Tom Riddle. Now, given that he seemed to collect pureblood families within the Slytherin house as his followers (all male but he was clearly a powerful figure while at school) … I find it odd that Eileen just disappears into the muggle world.

It would make sense if, perhaps, Tom Riddle did something to her or around her that made her want to flee as soon as she could. Hide herself from him, to protect herself. This could very likely be why she never seems to fight back when Tobias starts his behavior. That she just takes it. To her it would be that Tobias Snape is far more safe, more preferable, to whatever it is she ran from. (not saying that if you don’t fight back against abusers then there is a problem, I merely note that Eileen is a witch capable of putting a stop to the abuse she is dealing with but she chooses not to. Not even for the sake of Severus, her son).

On the other hand, you have the potential for an Eileen who went to school later. Who heard about the fall of Grindelwald and the rise of this other wizard, whispered amongst the students but not yet a full fledge threat. You have someone passionate about a wizarding game. And she disappears into the muggle world, seemingly, with no contact to the magical world ever again.

And that is what always gets me. The fact she just slips away from the magical world and no one seems to care. No one bothers with her or with Severus when he comes to the school. I find it odd that that is the case but then … I like to imagine that those who did care knew what she wanted and respected her wishes.

I like both paths, the 1929 birth or the years later birth. One thing I always love the idea of though is Eileen not being a Slytherin, perhaps a Gryffindor or Ravenclaw (I lean more towards Ravenclaw as I see Snape actually being nearly sorted there). I like this idea because we see no sort of connection for Snape towards his mother. He might know about the wizarding world but I doubt Eileen would keep him clueless as it wouldn’t help him. But he’s clearly neglected and not once has Eileen prevent Tobias from his behavior despite having the ability to. (could be her trying to show her son that magic isn’t always the answer but he’s a kid and going to see it as “My mums a witch and lets someone treat her like this, treat me like this”).

Anyways, I like the idea of her not being Slytherin and perhaps disliking Slytherin as a means of Snape using it to rebel. His mother’s pride in her house and dislike towards another. Snape decides that he wants to be Slytherin and he values this house because his mother doesn’t. I imagine he might have also thought that while his mother ignored her pureblood family, if he got sorted into Slytherin he might be able to find them better. Might be able to find a family that would care about him.

One of my other beliefs is that Eileen wasn’t disowned, as doing so would mean that either someone distantly related got the family fortune or the government. I like to think the Prince family was just as rich as the Malfoy family but more a neutral family. They never take sides and simply believe that magic is neither good or bad it’s the user that makes it what it is. I think this is something that Snape seems to do (he has a vast interest in dark magic but never seems to desire it for anything besides it’s potential to protect and so on – at least to how I see it). So, I like to imagine that Eileen was first born (or second born) and instead of disinheriting her they simply made conditions for her or any offspring to be able to inherit. Snape I think is who would have met all but one condition (leaving Spinner’s End) but I like to imagine he inherited despite that (just never utilized the inheritance while working as a spy).

Tobias on the other hand …. I like to imagine him being a product of the end of WWI. Not immediate product. But the idea of a soldier coming home, getting married to his sweetheart, and having a kid not that long later is intriguing. Especially if money is involved because Tobias is very clearly poor by the time he is a father. I kind of like the idea that he wasn’t born poor. That he was born into the aristocracy but into a family that really didn’t know how to keep from crashing. His father was a young soldier during WWI, his mother wasn’t of the aristocracy but someone his father met and fell in love with. They were loving parents but Tobias always grew up hearing about how his father’s choice for a common girl only brought destruction for the family. I imagine that just before he could have inherited anything (so maybe 15 or 16) his family has already sold many of their estates and is living in their smallest one (located somewhere near Cokeworth).

WII is cropping up and Tobias gets the idea that if he serves then he can start rebuilding his family name. Making the right connections and putting his pay away. At first he does well but as the war continues he starts struggling to keep going. He imagined it be short. The sort of mentality that many had for WWI. His father warned him but he wouldn’t listen (after all his father doesn’t make good choices). Tobias hears talk of mysterious deaths, someone working with Hitler who doesn’t seem like the rest of them perhaps. But it’s enough to sound supernatural and otherworldly and essentially like witchcraft.

When the war ends his family has lost everything. His parents aren’t capable of supporting themselves, ending up taking much of his savings and/or they die shortly later resulting in much of his savings going towards their funerals. He has to find a job and can only find a mill to work out. He starts in the top, his duties as an officer in the war helping to land him a more secure job. But he doesn’t do all that well. He snaps and criticizes anyone who is lower than him in ways that just can’t be supported by his superiors. They replace him with someone else, move him to another mill, and he’s demoted. He ends up back in Cokeworth as a result and trying to find a place.

I like to think this is when he meets Eileen. She’s obviously rich and out on the town. She’s young, younger than him at least, and has a rather intriguing look about her. Likely the late or mid-fifties at this point. Eileen is either McGonagall’s age or Tom Riddles (or in between, I don’t like her being outside those two). She’s developed out of her teenager appearance and her looks fit to her now. When the people of Cokeworth see her they often say she looks aristocratic. The day she runs across Tobias is a day she treasures (despite what happens later). He swept her off her feet and appealed to her in ways she hadn’t expected.

She never tells him what she is. Hearing his stories of the war and knowing he would never approve. That he’d turn against her. The day they get married is the day she gets a letter from her family. Her inheritance has been altered and until she has a ‘proper’ marriage she cannot inherit. Tobias thinks they mean he has more money himself. He strives for promotions and invests. All the while she knows they mean someone with magical blood (or perhaps an aware muggle who doesn’t openly speak of magic being nonsense and devils work or something).

The first time Tobias snaps at her is before Severus is born. A few months later she is telling him the news and he’s vastly different. She’s able to tell herself it was just the stress. He constantly asks her if she is going to leave him, why she stays. He hates himself and his family name (almost as much as his son will come to do later). Tobias finds out what she is the day his son is born. Eileen has to call in help, there are problems, and she knows that it could be a magical issue. (I like to imagine McGonagall comes, perhaps with Poppy).

Tobias was ready to rush her to the hospital once he got the news she was at home and in labor but by the time he gets home she’s on the bed asleep and two strange people in strange clothes are above his child, one holding something in their hand. His son is laughing, playing with the strangers, and there is floating stuffed animals, sparks, and so on all about to the point he knows. He knows his son isn’t normal. He never suspects Eileen, she wouldn’t lie to him, until his wife wakes and tells him.

The words leaving her mouth as she tries to calm him. He leaves. Eileen spends the rest of the day discussing options; she has a family she could return to. But she stays. She promised to never leave and she won’t. Eileen tends to blame her son for ruining the marriage; Tobias tends to blame Eileen for lying to him and his son for taking after his mother. Severus tries to take after neither of them, never realizing that his rebellious nature and various other traits are very much like his mothers.

Tobias initially likes Lily because she is normal and a girl and clearly his son can do something right. Eileen doesn’t like her at first because she fears she isn’t aware of what her son is and will just end up like her husband. Cruel and vile about who her son is. The day she walks by her sons room and Lily, having been snuck in, is listening to him tell her the tale of the Three Brothers she smiles. She gives Lily various things from the magical world. She knows before Tobias does that her son loves his best friend.

She is adamant about not informing her husband about just what Lily is. And he remains oblivious till the day he dies, only being vile towards her because she is a woman and likely to be a lying woman out for a man’s money (like his wife he claims at times).

I think that Snape’s parents took much of their own problems out on him and it’s how he learned to do similar. Resulting in a bitter and cruel man who struggled to figure out the right way to go about things.

This post turned out more on Tobias and Eileen than Snape but like …. I think who we craft these two as tend to be how we can see the crafting of Snape. Because I imagine both Eileen and Tobias are not unscathed and found help in each other only to end up betrayed (her not revealing magic, him turning against he despite love) by the other in the end. Their son caught between them, a victim of their lives. I think this is why Snape never goes back to bug Lily after she ended the friendship, why he asked Dumbledore to protect her (knowing he’d also protect James and Harry), and why he spied … because he would rather suffer than someone he cares about suffer. He saw what it does and he didn’t want Lily to suffer. And after realizing all his mistakes he tried to fix it. Not realizing he wasn’t doing so in every aspect of his life (his teaching for example).

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Chapter 4

Jennet shielded her eyes against the mid-morning sun, examining the sight by her feet. “So.”

“Yep.” Next to her, Tamlin folded his arms.

“Well.”

He scratched his neck. “Uh-huh.”

“This is the monster.”

“You got it.”

The pair stared at the corgi struggling to remove its head from a stray boot.

“It’s really not that bad,” Jennet admitted, turning to Tamlin. “Now that it’s small, I mean.”

“No, it’s not.”

They watched it in silence.

“She was still heavy,” Tamlin pointed out. “I had to run with her all the way here. Just putting that out there.”

“Running was your idea.”

“True.”

The corgi was shuffling backwards in large circles inside the empty stable they’d found, shaking its head, still dragging the boot around.

Jennet glanced at Tamlin. “Fine, help the poor thing.”

He rushed forwards and gingerly pulled the boot from the dog’s head. It shook itself off, then gave an appreciative wag of its stub of a tail. Tamlin tentatively gave it a scratch behind an ear.

“I don’t think-” Jennet started, but the corgi wagged its stub even harder, showing no signs that it had slaughtered countless livestock over the last several nights. It fell over onto its back in its excitement, and Tamlin rubbed its belly fur. “Huh, it’s pretty cute.” Jennet knelt down next to Tamlin and gave the corgi a few pats. Then she giggled. “We kidnapped the legendary beast, and now we’re giving it belly rubs.”

Tamlin laughed. “Just eleven more to go, and then we can adopt them all.”

Jennet froze. “What?”

Tamlin looked at her and pulled away from the corgi, who whined in disappointment. “Well, that’s what we’re doing next, right?” Jennet didn’t respond. “Look, it’s harmless! We can’t kill them all! Look at her little face!”

They looked at the corgi, who sneezed, startling itself to its feet.

Jennet sighed, sitting down on her heels and brushing stray pieces of hay off her pants. “I guess it couldn’t hurt to try capturing one more. The guy we saw in the hut will probably be on high alert, though, once he realizes one is missing.”

Tamlin grinned. “You hear that, buddy?” He picked the corgi’s front legs up and bent over so that the two of them were eye level. “We’re gonna get you a brother or sister!”

“Ugh, don’t phrase it like that. That’s what parents say when they’re pregnant.” Jennet patted the dog on its head.

Was this really a good idea? They still didn’t understand what was going on with the whole size-changing business, and besides, now that they’d caught one of the monsters, shouldn’t they report back to the queen? Surely the royal knights would be able to deal with this furry little menace.

Then again, if the knights had been able to take care of the problem, she and Tamlin wouldn’t have had to come in and bail them out in the first place. Hey, knights — I hope we don’t scratch your round table when we drop all of our trophies on it!

Jennet pulled herself out of her imaginary smack-talk to see Tamlin eyeing her, biting his lip as if holding back a smile.

“What?” Jennet asked with narrowed eyes.

“I’m going to name her.”

Jennet buried her face in her hands.

“Megadog.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” she groaned behind her palms.

“Hey, Megadog,” Tamlin was saying in a ridiculously high-pitched voice. “Wanna play fetch? Wanna play?” He conjured a stick and threw it across the stable. “Better than chasing sheep, huh? Yeah, you mega-sized dog, you!”

Jennet peeked out from behind her fingers. The dog pounced on the stick and gnawed on it before trotting back.

“Good doggy!” Tamlin cooed. “Good mini monster! Good mini-Megadog!”

“I swear I can see your intelligence dropping by the second.”

Tamlin threw it a few more times, and on the fourth throw, the corgi ran back and dropped the stick in front of Jennet.

Dog and wizard watched her with round eyes. She couldn’t tell who looked more eager.

“Don’t hurt her feelings,” Tamlin hissed.

She gave him an incredulous look before turning her attention to the dog. Crouching low to the ground and ready to run on its stubby legs, it looked more than ever like a loaf of bread with ears. “Hi, um…” she started. “Hi, Meg.”

Tamlin looked affronted. “It’s Megadog!”

“That word is never leaving my mouth.” She picked up the stick. “Fetch?” she asked awkwardly.

The corgi yipped.

“Okay, fetch!” She lobbed it over the low dividing wall and into the next stall. Meg stared up at the spot where it had disappeared from her view, cocking her head.

Tamlin shook his head at Jennet. “You’re bad at this game.”

“Yeah, who’d have thought I’d be better at slaying monsters than playing fetch with them? I was trained for one of those two fun leisure activities.”

Tamlin fanned his hand in the air a few times, and soon the stick came rolling out and around the wall on a strong, concentrated gust of magically-manipulated air. “See, girl? That’s where it was.”

“Okay, you know what you just did there? You just fetched the stick.” Jennet smirked and leaned back against the opposite wall, adjusting her sword sheath. “Pretty sure she’s training you.”

“See, that’s cat behaviour you’re describing. Megadog is definitely not a cat.”

Meg sniffed the air, then trotted around the corner where the stick had come from.

Tamlin groaned and Jennet laughed. “Remind me who’s bad at the game again?”

“Hello.” A deep-voiced figure in a hooded cloak stood up from behind the half-wall, Meg in his arms.

The pair screamed.

Jennet recovered first, jumping up and drawing her sword. “Put the dog down,” she said slowly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her partner stand up to join her, drawing his hands together. If Meg got dropped, Tamlin would be ready to magically catch her.

The man raised a hand in submission, Meg still tucked into the crook of his other arm, and drew the hood back from his face. “I just wanted to thank you for finding my dog,” he said.

Jennet resisted the urge to exchange a glance with Tamlin. This was the guy from the hut, all right. She lowered her sword, but kept a firm grip on it.

“Your dog?” Jennet repeated. “Awesome. In that case, I have a question for you.” She pointed at the corgi, who seemed perfectly content. “Is Megadog a stupid name for her or what?”

“Or, hey, better question,” interrupted Tamlin, before the flummoxed man could answer, “why are you sending giant corgis to attack the villages?”

“Oh, so we’re opening with an interrogation?” Jennet muttered. “Okie dokie, then. Question away.” She took her eyes off the stranger for a second to glare at Tamlin.

“What?”

“I’m just saying, there goes any chance of tricking him into spilling his guts.” She spun the sword hilt in her hand. “Figuratively, at least.”

“We suck at that kind of trickery.”

Jennet forced a smile. “But he didn’t need to know that,” she sang through clenched teeth.

“Whoops. See? Proves my point.”

“If I may?” the man asked.

“Be my guest,” Jennet said, still fake-smiling as she drew a dagger from her belt with her free hand.

The stranger looked closely at each of them in turn. Jennet shifted her feet, unwilling to let her guard down.

“To answer your first question,” he said, stroking the dog’s head as she reached her nose out to sniff an empty feeding tray, “‘Megadog’ is absolutely the worst name I’ve ever heard.”

Jennet pressed her lips together. She figured that answer earned him a less painful beatdown. But only slightly less.

“As for the other question, I didn’t send them. It was… an unfortunate byproduct of the experiments.”

Tamlin’s eyes lit up and Jennet shook her head at him. There would be plenty of time to learn new magic from the bad guy when he was behind bars. Speaking of which…

Tamlin looked at her with wide eyes. “I guess we arrest him? If we’re even allowed to do that without being actual guards. I mean, he just confessed!”

“Yeah, which is a little suspicious. What kind of game are you playing?” She took a step towards the cloaked man and flashed her dagger at him.

“Game?” He chuckled and let Meg jump out of his arms and into the feeding tray. “Who has time for games?” He stepped forward and — Jennet blinked in surprise — through the stable wall as if it was made of air. “There’s just so much to do.” He raised a hand towards them, palm out.

Both Jennet and Tamlin barely had a chance to take an aggressive step forwards before a bright flash burst out of his palm. The pair were thrown backwards and Jennet felt something collide with her head, knocking her out. She only had time for one last thought:

That’s it. Good taste in dog names or not, he’s going down.

#misfits and legends

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