#elara ware

[random--fanfics-because-whynot]

the journey of self-love

Once upon a time, in the quaint village of Millwater, there lived a kind-hearted boy named Johan. Johan was a cheerful lad with a ready smile for everyone he met, but deep down, he longed for a true friend, someone to share his adventures and secrets with. One sunny morning, as he watched the villagers going about their daily routines, Johan felt a sudden urge to find a companion. Determined to make a friend, he set out on a journey through the neighboring villages, each as unique as the next.In the village of Willow Grove, Johan encountered a group of lively children playing by the glistening creek. Excited at the prospect of finding a friend among them, he eagerly joined their games. But as the sun began to set, Johan realized that while he had enjoyed their company, none of the children could be the friend he sought.Undeterred, Johan traveled to the bustling village of Silverwood, where the streets were lined with colorful stalls selling exotic wares. Here, he met an elderly merchant named Mr. Alaric, who regaled him with tales of distant lands and grand adventures. For a moment, Johan thought he had found a friend in the wise old man, but as the days passed, he realized that Mr. Alaric's stories could not fill the void in his heart.Frustrated but not disheartened, Johan journeyed to the village of Echo Hills, nestled at the foot of a majestic mountain. It was here that he met a spirited young girl named Elara, who shared his love for nature and adventure. Together, they climbed the rugged slopes, marveling at the beauty of the world around them. For a time, Johan felt a glimmer of hope that he had found the friend he had been searching for. As the days turned into weeks, Johan and Elara explored every corner of Echo Hills, their laughter filling the air. But one fateful day, Elara received news that her family was moving to a distant land, leaving Johan alone once more. Heartbroken, Johan bid farewell to his dear friend, his search for companionship seeming more elusive than ever.Disheartened and weary from his journey, Johan made his way back to Millwater, his steps heavy with defeat. As he passed by a shop window, a reflection caught his eye, and he saw his own reflection staring back at him, a hint of sadness in his eyes.It was then that Johan realized the truth he had been seeking all along - that the only friend he truly needed was himself. In his quest to find companionship, he had discovered that strength, courage, and kindness resided within him all along. With a newfound sense of self-acceptance, Johan smiled at his reflection, feeling a warmth blooming in his heart. Returning to the village square, Johan found a quiet bench under the shade of a blossoming tree. Closing his eyes, he listened to the gentle whispers of the wind and the song of the birds, feeling at peace with himself and the world around him. And so, in the quiet village of Millwater, Johan learned that true friendship begins within oneself, a bond that can never be broken or lost. And as he gazed up at the endless sky, Johan knew that his journey to find a friend had led him to the most important discovery of all - the friendship he had with himself.

#self love #finding peace #oneshot

[gobboguy]

Songs of Power Part 3: Rise of an Empire

Chapter 1: The Sword of the Forest

Ten years had passed since the Kingdom of Farfield had been liberated from the clutches of darkness. The once war-torn land now thrived, bustling with life and celebration. In the heart of the kingdom stood the magnificent city, its towers reaching for the sky, adorned with banners depicting a triumphant sword and a forest in eternal bloom. The city’s name echoed in every corner: Farfield, a realm reborn.

Happy townsfolk adorned in colorful attire went about their daily lives, their laughter filling the air as they celebrated the decade that had passed since the defeat of the dreaded Orc Lord Gelbeg. The cobbled streets were alive with merchants hawking their wares, children chasing after playful spirits, and musicians filling the atmosphere with melodies that seemed to dance along with the wind.

The hero of the kingdom, Lord Alden, Sword of the Forest, was the embodiment of hope and courage. With his sword, Eleanor, he had vanquished Gelbeg and his horde, freeing Farfield from the grip of fear. Now, he was revered by all, a protector whose very name brought smiles to the faces of young and old alike. Alden's face was etched in the memory of every citizen as a symbol of strength and bravery.

At the heart of Farfield, inside the lively Golden Griffon Tavern, the atmosphere was electrifying. The tavern was filled with the sounds of joyous celebration, the clinking of mugs, and the harmonious blend of voices. People raised their glasses, toasting to Lord Alden and King Roderick, the wise and magnanimous ruler who had steered Farfield to its current prosperity.

"Long live Lord Alden, the Sword of the Forest!" shouted a man, his voice drowned in a chorus of cheers and applause.

"He's the reason we can walk these streets without fear," added another, his eyes shining with gratitude. "To Lord Alden and King Roderick, the saviors of Farfield!"

In one corner of the tavern, a group of patrons engaged in fervent discussion, their voices hushed, but their excitement palpable.

"Have you heard?" whispered a woman, her eyes wide with wonder. "They say Lord Alden's mastery over nature is unparalleled. He can make the very trees bend to his will, all with the power of Eleanor."

"Truly, he is blessed by the ancient spirits of the forest," replied a man, his tone reverent. "I've seen it myself, the way he commands the elements. It's as if he and the sword are one, bound by an unbreakable bond."

Amidst the laughter and music, the conversation in the corner grew more intense, veiled in secrecy. The people spoke of whispers in the wind, of strange occurrences at the edge of the forest, and of a growing unease that lingered beneath the surface of Farfield's newfound peace.

Little did they know that their hushed words would soon weave the threads of a new adventure, one that would test the courage of Lord Alden and his kingdom once more. Farfield, though blissfully unaware, stood on the precipice of a fate yet unknown, its destiny intertwined with the very nature it so cherished.

In the dimly lit corners of the Golden Griffon Tavern, the patrons' voices hushed further, their heads bending closer together as they discussed matters closer to home. The topic of conversation turned to the Royal Alchemist, Elara the Goblin, a woman shrouded in mystery, who was said to reside in the castle with her enigmatic twins, Twig and Leaf. Whispers fluttered through the air like secretive moths as the patrons, their faces bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, contemplated the twins' origins.

"Have you ever seen goblin children like them?" murmured one patron, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.

"Unsettling, isn't it?" replied another, his voice barely audible. "And the powers they possess…it's as if they've inherited the magic of the ancient forest."

The conversation deepened, spiraling into speculation about the twins' parentage. "Who could their father be?" one patron dared to ask, his voice a ghostly echo in the tavern's ambient noise.

A daring whisper sliced through the air. "I heard it was Lord Alden. Elara and he… they had an affair before he ascended as the Sword of the Forest."

The revelation hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the otherwise lively ambiance. The patrons exchanged knowing glances, their expressions a tapestry of intrigue and skepticism. In a world where half-breed children were met with fear and prejudice, the idea of Lord Alden being involved in such a union was scandalous.

"But it's preposterous!" one exclaimed, his voice laced with disbelief. "Lord Alden would never tarnish his honor in such a way. It contradicts the teachings of the Old Dominion, the very foundation of Farfield."

"But look at the twins," added another, suspicion etched across his face. "They hardly look goblin. They're too…graceful, too beautiful. This tale smells of deceit."

The patrons continued to whisper, their words weaving a tapestry of secrets and accusations. Despite the doubts and skepticism, a certain unease lingered, a shadow of uncertainty that refused to dissipate entirely.

Yet, as if sensing the weight of their conversation, a firm voice cut through the clandestine chatter. "Ridiculous or not, we shouldn't question Lord Alden's honor. He has served Farfield faithfully, and we owe him our respect."

A reluctant silence fell over the gathering, broken only by the distant sounds of merriment. The patrons, cautious and conflicted, raised their tankards, their cheers for Lord Alden measured, a careful balance between celebration and suspicion. Farfield, it seemed, was not as naive as it appeared, its joy tempered by the shadow of doubt that had fallen over the Sword of the Forest and the mysterious origins of the goblin twins.

#goblins #fantasy #orcs #literature #gobboguy #SongsofPower3

[ridiculousravenclaw]

The life of Elara Ware - chapter 3

So, funny story. I accidentally shut myself out of this account when I forgot my damn password. Then there was this pandemic and being technically a key worker, that was stress. Then I just started writing other stuff. So yeah, I kinda left this behind, which was a shame because I had a lot planned for it. But anyway here's chapter 3 as I wrote it ages ago and who knows, maybe I'll keep going. FYI I could not be bothered to go back and check it so theres almost definitely a spelling mistake or some grammatical errors. Sorry about it.

The next few days at The Burrow passed far too quickly for Elaras liking. It could be hectic at times with so many of them in one house. A fact Mrs Weasley continuously apologised for. But Elara, so used to being alone, loved the business of life at the Weasleys. She had missed George more than she thought she could. They relished in the time they spent together and, when they were sure no one was around to see, stole as many kisses as they could. With so many of them in the house though the later was practically impossible and more than once their embrace had been broken up my someone walking suddenly into the room. Ron couldn't look Elara in the eye for days after he walked in to find a particularly passionate scene. In fairness it was actually his room.

The fullness of the house had at least meant that they could stage 4 a side quidditch matches in the garden with the Weasleys and Harry. Hermione preferred to watch. When they weren't doing that Elara found she enjoyed chatting with Ginny, who to Elaras great surprise was not as girly or shy as she thought she was. Or talking with the eldest 2 Weasley boys; neither of whom she'd met before and had a number of interesting tales about the twins growing up. Then there was Harry, Ron and Hermione. They were a bit of an unlikely trio and Elara was convinced Ron fancied Hermione, but nether the less they were obviously good friends and Elara enjoyed spending time with them. Especially Harry. She'd always really liked Harry Potter, he didn't want the pitty the world gave him, he just wanted a normal life. Elara found she really respected that. The only person in the house Elara found she clashed with was Percy. Though she got the impression that it wasn't just her he had that affect on. For lack of a better word, Percy was a bit of a snob. Thankfully she rarely saw him as he spent most days at work and often chose to stay late most nights.

It was the last day of the holidays and they were all sat in the living room except for Mr Weasley who still wasn't back from work. Elara had parked herself on the furthest seat from her boyfriend and his twin. There was 2 reasons for this. First it meant she didnt have to resist the temptation of his soft lips whilst everyone was here to see. Secondly it made it far easier to feign ignorance to what the pair were currently doing. As they sat huddled together, talking in hushed whispers. She wasnt entirely sure what they were up to but it was almost certainly to do with Weasleys Wizard Wheezes, something Mrs Weasley highly disapproved of. As she sat alone she found her mind wondering and without meaning to found herself going over the dream she'd had the night before. She couldn't explain why but it had been bothering her all day. It wasn't a scary dream or in anyway disturbing. But Elara found herself shaken up by it none the less. Especially as she was almost certain she'd had that exact dream before.

In the dream Elara was walking through the woods at night. The only respite from the dark provided by the moon as its faint light battled through the thick branche above. She's looking for something but what it is or where she should look remains a mystery. Still she keeps going. Undeterred as the trees and undergrowth becomes denser and more wild. Then all of a sudden she sees a shape moving through the shadows. It slides slowly through the trees towards her until it stops in a clearing ahead. Bathing in the moonlight is a great white fox. Larger than any fox had the right to be and more majestic than any she'd seen. Its pure white coat shining brightly as though lighting up from within. Elara feels a pang of familiarity deep in her heart as she looks into its eyes. She doesn't run or scream. She knows she's safe. The white fox is here to help her, like a mother looking out for her cub. Its gaze is mesmerising and Elara could read the message in its eyes. 'follow me. I'll show you where it is'

"hey! daydreamer! wake up!" Elara was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts to find the whole room staring at her. She shakes herself mentally, uncomfortable by the sudden attention on her.

"sorry" she said trying to laugh it off dismissively "miles away"

"whatcha thin huh in abou?" asked Ron mid yawn. Elara sighed

"that out of all Georges siblings I like you the least" she said dryly

"really?"

"no" she says with a smile, earning a few laughs. Ron a few seconds behind the others before he got the joke.

Suddenly his face changed

"woah!" he said, staring at Elara in amazement.

"what?" Elara said. she suddenly felt a bit self conscious.

"your eyes are different colours!"

"oh" She giggled breathing a sigh of relief. "you've just noticed? really? how long have I known you?"

Everyone was laughing again

"what. have they always been like that?"

"yes!" everyone else said in chorus.

"Since I was a baby Ron. what did you think I did it deliberately? I got bored one day and coloured one in with a sharpie?"

Ron made a face somewhere between confusion and embarrassment.

"what's a sharpie?" Ah, Elara thought. muggle reference, complete miss.

" Well we all know ickle Ronnie kins is a complete idiot at the best of times. "Said George as he crossed the room and squeezed on the armchair next to Elara before pulling her onto his lap.

"what is a sharpie?" he added to her at a whisper. Elara smiled and shook her head dismissively. The rest of the room going back to their individual conversations.

"muggle stuff" she answered

"Ah. well then whatever you do, dont mention it in front of dad. he'll get all excited and interrogate you again." George said as he started rubbing small circles onto her hip with his thumb. Elara couldn't help but smile at the gesture.

"oh stop it hes not that bad. " She said rolling her eyes.

"yes he is, remember when you mentioned the cinema?" Elara laughed. She did remember that. It had taken her the best part of an hour to explain the concept to Mr Weasley.

"Anyway. Don't be so mean to your brother, as I recall it took you months to bloody notice." George looked blank for a moment.

"notice what?" he asked

"my eyes!"

"oh" he remarked, realisation dawning.

"it wasnt months was it? maybe a few weeks" Elara was giggling now, enjoying the slight embarrassment creeping into George's cheeks.

"nope definitely months. it was around Christmas time. remember? you thought I'd done it with magic to be all christmassy. Though how that's a christmassy thing to do I dont know."

"oh. yeah. well... that's only cause I'm not a weird person who stares at pretty girls eyes" George said, mockingly batting his eyelids at her. Elara grinned fondly at him, then leaned forward and left a light peck on his lips.

"Yeah you are."

"a couple of months is good for him" Fred said " George didn't realise we were identical until we were 7" Elara started slightly having not realised Fred had come over. He was sat on the floor next Charlie looking amused.

"in fairness that's not so obvious as I have always been way better looking than you." George retorted quickly.

Both twins sniggered and Elara noted that even their laughter was the same.

"did we mention he's delusional? sure you want him El?" Fred said

"Oh someone sounds jealous to me. Don't worry Fred I'm sure we can find a girl to take pity and go out with you"

Elara could tell this verbal tennis wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

" *cough* testosterone *cough* "

"oh look your fathers coming" Mrs Weasley suddenly announced getting everyones attention. Sure enough the hand on the grand father clock which bore mr Weasleys likeness had moved and now pointed at travelling. Then it moved once more settleing with the other hands on home. At the same time the door opened and Mr Weasleys voice could be heard from the kitchen. Mrs Weasley scuttled out to greet him. With the others distracted by this Elara inexplicably found her mind once again wondering back to her dream and the White Fox. Its magnetic familiar eyes drawing her in.

"you okay?" George said quietly. Wrapping his arms around Elara protectively and pulling her back to the present.

"yeah of course" She said trying to sound as casual as possible. George wasnt convinced. He knew her far too well and having shared it with him that morning knew what she was thinking about.

"It was just a dream you know El. I know it was a bit freaky. But it cant hurt you" he said, squeezing her arm reassuringly. That's just the thing, she thought, it wasn't scary to me. But she smiled at him appreciatively.

"I know"

#fanfic #george weasley #georgeweasleysgf #gryffindor #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #the weasleys #fred weasley #mr weasley #mrs weasley #weasley wizard wheezes #ron weasley #hermione granger #elara ware #hogwarts #amateurhour

[seasidewriter1-writes]

Modern!Balance AU Headcanons (pt. 2)

This is a continuation(ish) of my last Modern!AU headcanons!

There’s so much angst in Balance right now, that I took a break in writing Ch. 44 to write some cute, fluffy stuff for the Modern!AU––a reminder that things will get cute and fluffy in canon.

Elara and Anakin used to live in Arizona; Coruscanti Elementary is somewhere in New England. The adjustment to the weather was rough

Obi-Wan also totally gave Elara his snow/ice scraper in the school parking lot one day, because she desperately needed one. It had snowed during the day, and once school let out he saw her scraping snow off her windshield with her teacher ID card

In talking about where folks hail from––Obi-Wan grew up in the UK, attended an independent school. After Uni, and after teaching a while over there, he moved Stateside and became a teacher at CE

If you want someone who is gung-ho about spirit week, it’s Elara. Her classroom is definitely undefeated in the friendly ‘competition’ they do every year; all other 2nd grade classrooms vow to beat her next year

Elara likes make sure Obi-Wan is watering his plants properly; this leads to some playful bickering about when, and when not to water certain plants

Blinker, the erratic art teacher, is still the one who started the ‘will-they-won’t-they’ betting pool; and he’s still woefully not-subtle about it

Obi-Wan is an accomplished fencer. He’s practiced in all three disciplines but prefers the foil. He’s got medals, competed in competitions (maybe could’ve gone Olympic, but didn’t)

There is most certainly a date (or two or four) that involves Obi-Wan teaching Elara to fence (and as is true to the canon of Balance, he doesn’t go easy on her once she gets a hang of it, and doesn’t just let her win)

Obi-Wan’s favorite soda is ginger ale. Like... real ginger ale, the stuff that kinda burns your throat; but he’ll drink Schweppes or Canada Dry (if he must)

Elara doesn’t put much, if any, creamer in her coffee; but she does use flavored syrups or sugar. With tea, the preparation depends on the type of tea she’d opted for

Obi-Wan is a ~fashionista~

This man has an impressive wardrobe, and he knows how to use it. He’s got turtlenecks, sweaters, button downs, t-shirts, cardigans, scarves, coats, jackets, jeans, slacks, trousers, boots, dress shoes, well-kept sneakers...

And a small, but very flattering, collection of glasses

Elara’s apartment is filled with books, plants, and antiques. You cannot convince me that this woman would not love buying antique tea cups, tea pots, plate-ware, and furniture

She’s luck enough to have an apartment that’s got a bay-window with a window seat, so you can damn well bet that she and Obi-Wan snuggle up on that window seat with blankets, tea, and books and just have the coziest time

The first time that Obi-Wan invites Elara over to his apartment for dinner, they wind up dancing in the living room with ‘Dancing in the Moonlight’ by King Harvest playing on his record player

Obi-Wan is a motorcycle enthusiast, and people are genuinely surprised to discover this

He comes off as such a gentle, almost mild-mannered fellow that him being into something as loud and dangerous as motorcycles doesn’t compute. But he loves the freedom that they lend, the excitement of the ride––it’s, quite frankly, a great way to unwind

He typically takes a couple-days-long bike trip at the start of every summer to decompress

Also––bike date. Be it a ride, teaching Elara to ride, or eventually going on that post-school year trip... bike date.

And there’s an instance where Obi-Wan’s car breaks down so he has to ride his motorcycle to school last minute and everyone is s h o o k when he rolls up in his riding jacket, sunglasses, and boots. And the audacity to look that good like that and have his cross-body, leather school bag, too?

Elara is absolutely standing there, in the parking lot just like:

👁👄👁

Anakin either drives a pick-up or a Jeep Wrangler with those LED halos around the headlights; and whatever that front piece is that makes them look like angry eyes. The halos are usually blue, but sometimes he feels edgy and makes them red when he’s had a bad day

Ani and Padmé are happily married, and they both very much hope that Luke and Leia will be in Elara’s 2nd Grade class, and then, eventually, Obi-Wan’s 5th Grade class

Elara and Obi-Wan babysit the twins often and are always happy to do so

People sometimes mistake them as being their parents; and though they politely correct the assumption, they almost always get ‘you’d make great parents’

(...and I’m not [I totally am] saying them being so good with/always babysitting the twins is one of the reasons they, eventually, are like ‘we should have kids,’ but...)

These ones are a little sporadic, just things that came to mind that kinda flesh this AU out. Also got some Anakin stuff in here! I’ve got other, more comprehensive ones planned, because this AU brings me joy!

#balance au #obi-lara au #modern!au #mary writes headcanons

[onstarsandiron]

Band AU Outline

Because where else am I going to put this?

[Lol I made it long, it’s under the readmore]

Scene 1 is Jax is trying to get coffee for his shitty boss and this asshole bumps into him, spills it all over him, and has the goddamn nerve to not stick around. Jax doesn’t know how he feels about the $50 bill casually thrown at him before Asshole runs off

Scene 2 is Robb arriving late to after school rehearsal and smelling faintly like coffee and his stupid brother is there and sneers at him because Eric is sooooo perfect and Eric gets to be the one that plays the violin, the instrument that everyone likes, and Robb is here playing the bass. Well fuck you, Eric, because Robb’s a damn good bass player and he actually likes how it sounds, thank you very much. If he’d gotten stuck with the viola he would have killed himself; he’d literally be second fiddle to Eric.

Scene 3 is Jax on his lunch break talking to Ana about their bassist or something I think? 

Scene 4 is Robb secretly practicing his electric bass in a quiet part of the mansion, like he always does, playing along with youtube videos and learning whatever he feels like

Scene 5 is Jax arriving at the venue and finally feeling the stress of the day wash off a little

Scene 6 is Robb arriving at the venue; he’s got a genuine ticket, but he brought his electric bass to try and say he’s part of the opening act or something and get backstage to try and get an autograph (maybe got dared to get one?) This goes, of course, wrong when the stage runner insists on personally seeing him to the correct dressing room saying they’ve been looking for their goddamn bassist all over the place, where the fuck have you been? and just shoves him in 

Queue: “YOU!” “Me?” Robb studied the other’s face, looking for where he’d know those features from. Suddenly it came to him. Oh. Oh no. Coffee boy. “Oh no,” Rob said, unable to help it, “Me.” 

Robb fucking OWES Jax for that bullshit, he may have payed for replacement coffee, but you can’t pay for replacement dignity, and that was his FAVORITE sweater. What’s that instrument he has? A bass? Fucking good because Barger is a no-show and they’re on in 15. 

Ana’s drums, Di does keyboard and synth, Jax is lead (only) guitar and lead (only) singer -- Di cannot carry a note to save the galaxy and Ana gets too excited and just ends up screaming more than singing (you physically cannot stop her from doing this, mind you, so mostly Jax just doesn’t give her a mic. It helps only so very much. To be fair, it is Ana’s band, so she has a certain right to do whatever she wants) They are the Dossier [Idk if I wanna include Xu and Elara in here yet; if I do, Elara’s a techie and Xu is additional tech support + Social media manager/marketing/gig booking/etc]

Queue the gang tearing up Robb’s pretty boy outfit to get grungier bc if you believe Ana started some kinda new wave bullshit band full of crooners you’re goddamn wrong. They do loud hard rock and you can die made about it. Also Jax applies Robb’s eyeliner and Robb has never had a more intimate moment with an individual without actually touching one another in his life. 

Then there’s the show. Lucky for Robb they’re playing all covers and it’s stuff that he knows. unluckily for Robb, it’s completely different to playing quietly in his tucked away chamber to youtube videos. He makes do, though. 

He’s kind of mouthing along to the words he knows and then he’s singing them quietly and then he’s singing them outright and then Jax notices and somehow there’s now been a mic placed in front of him and he’s become backup vocals now and if he believed in fake things he’d think Jax was actually pleased about this. Wow, performing sure makes your heart beat hard.

Then they’re taking a bow and off the stage before he even knows it. He thinks now he’ll be shooed off, but actually they let him watch the actual concert with them and then there’s like an after party and they let him tag along and actually he has a really good time (He gets that autograph he wanted too lol)

Like a week later he gets a call from Ana -- Di had made him sign a goddamn liability waiver including personal and emergency contact info -- and turns out that Barger skipped town for reasons which are genuinely undisclosed but 99% probably because he has a gambling problem. They need a new bassist. He worked out well in a pinch, does he think he can make practices monday at 7? 

So that’s how Robb starts sneaking around to be in this band and play little gigs here and there and it isn’t the sort of places anyone from his circle would be involved in and it isn’t so big that he’s so very worried about an internet presence (he does “”Shyly”” hide behind his hand when Di tries to get pictures for their social media). Robb like tells his mom he’s doing some extracurricular thing and turns his phone off and pays off his chauffeur to say nothing

There’s probably some cute scenes or clips of outings or something. They go thrift shopping to get Robb some actual stage clothes, they hang out with Ana’s moms, they don’t talk about Jax’s parents ever and don’t mention that Jax pretty much lives with Ana or the rotating cast of personnel through the house, there’s heart-to-hearts, there’s laughs, there’s drama, there’s friendship blossoming, walls breaking, truly incredible stuff

Then comes the inevitable. The day of the Big School Concert is also the day of the big Battle of The Bands or something. It’s some sort of contest where they play some songs and then they play one they were like assigned and they were assigned Space Oddity and one thing is that the judges are really looking for those strings but Di’s synths just aren’t cutting it; they’re timing and intonation just aren’t right. So Robb is like “Okay, you can’t ask any questions, and I’m going to be like on the wire BUT I will be there and I will bring strings. You have to trust me.” 

And then it’s Robb’s concert, and bananas things happen and he gets out of there with the bass and we’re switching back and forth between everyone being antsy and worrying and Robb booking it with this big ass piece of shit on his back and he’s in the back of the car fucking up his $300 suit. Maybe there’s a run-in with Eric? I kinda really want him to show up a little worse for ware for Jax to fuss over. 

And Jax and Ana and Di are like Bass??? Suit???? Hair half slicked back??? Are those LOAFERS??? Is that a BLACK EYE?? [one of the judges later asks the same thing and Robb just replies “We are a grunge band, ma’am]  But there’s no time to fuss! Because he rolls up literally like two minutes from going on stage!

They rush out and they play their song and it’s magical and fucking gay and Di’s going fucking ham on the piano and the whole room is vibing. Then they play a couple more songs or something idk I don’t want to like ruin this emotional high but I do need to justify the electric base being there for the next bit which issss

Di and Ana shove Robb and Jax into the dressing room and they FINALLY make out. And it’s amazing and heavy and full of emotional and physical catharsis and it’s just exactly what everyone -- robb, jax, the reader -- needs. 

And then there’s a knock on the door. Followed by “Robbert, darling, are you in there?” 

And Robb’s blood goes cold. Because of course Eric told his mother. Of course he forgot to turn his phone off. Of course, just as he finally has the things he wants, what he’s been craving for all his life, here comes his mother reminding him of what he is supposed to be. 

“What’s wrong?” Jax asks, “Who’s that?” But Robb can’t bear to say a word. It’ll all become obvious in a minute anyway. All he can do is hope that the sadness on his face shows, for once he wants his stupid face to show his goddamn emotion to the one person, and that Jax will know that’s how he really feels and won’t take this next part too personally. 

His parting words are to hand his electric bass to Jax and say, “Here, can you keep this safe for me? Valerios aren’t supposed to play these sorts of things.” 

And before Jax can say anything Robb turns away and makes his face a mask and replies, “Yes, Mother.” 

The door opens and there stands his mother, graying hair pulled into an elegant bun, still in the dress from the recital. Eric stands there too with his sharp suit, looking as if their tussle had never happened and like he didn’t need to wash blood off his rings. There were also a couple of men in suits, some of his mother’s assistants. One entered unceremoniously and silently took the bass from the room. 

“My dearest, whatever are you here for? I believe we agreed to a dinner at your favorite restaurant for your recital tonight,” it was Eric’s favorite, Robb hated the place, “This event was not on my itinerary.” 

“I apologize for the delay, Mother,” Robb said, as if he’d made them wait five minutes instead of running off across town and surely ruining their evening, “I owed a debt, and as you know that cannot be outstanding.” 

The barest hint of anger flashed over her face; she absolutely hated when he threw Valerio Family Names items back at her. He must have been hanging around with Ana too much, because he found himself relishing in having made her mad. The flash was gone almost before it was there, though, and her face was cool once more. 

“And what, pray tell, did you owe to these... people,” his mother said, eyeing Jax in a way that made Robb so angry he could feel the white hot rage in the center of his chest. But he was a Valerio, and he knew better than to show it like Ana was allowed to. 

“Did you not catch the show, Mother?” Robb asked, protectively stepping between her gaze and Jax and praying that it didn’t show his cards too thoroughly, “They required some strings accompaniment. I lent them some. Our transaction is done, I have no more business here.” 

He had so much more business here. He had results to hear. An after party to go to. Pizza to eat. Jokes to laugh at. A boy to kiss. 

But now all that business is done for. Who wants to hear results for a song played by a liar? Who wants to go to an after party or eat pizza or tell jokes with a Valerio? Who would want to kiss him after seeing who he really is: a spineless wimp who is doomed to live and die by his mother’s whims. This whole arrangement was doomed from the start, and he always knew it. He was just too happy to let himself know that. 

His mother was clearly displeased with him, but what was new? “So I see,” She said at last, “Well then, come along, no need to tarry in this... venue.” 

“Of course, Mother,” Robb said. A cool nothingness washed over him. He knew his lines. He knew his place. This was who he was. 

Robb left the room, not sparing Jax a single look over his shoulder. He told himself it was because his mother would certainly notice, and she would, but really he couldn’t bear to see whatever expression Jax was wearing -- betrayal, shock, anger? It would only break his heart further. 

As he left the room he now saw that Di and Ana were looking on in shock. Apparently they hadn’t stepped too far away. “Hey!” Ana yelled, “What’s going on?” 

“Did you not hear the entire conversation about what’s ‘going on’?” Erik asked, and Robb wanted to punch him again. Apparently Ana wanted to too, because Di instinctively reached to hold her back just as she began forward. 

“And who is this, Robbert?” his mother asked, as if they were at the zoo and she was asking which animal was in this enclosure. It was so hard for Robb to see Ana riled up without getting riled up too. 

“The leader of the band, Mother,” Robb said, carefully not naming her. She was nondescript, hard to track down by description alone. Hopefully more trouble than his mother thought worth it. He never wanted any of this night to come back to hurt the band. 

“Well, as you’ve heard, his debt is payed, so he is leaving. Say goodbye, Robbert.” 

“Goodbye,” Robb said, feeling like a dog, “Thank you for the experience.” That was as close as he could get to what he wanted to say. Thank you for being his friend, for being there for him, for letting him be dumb and clumsy, for a thousand things Ana has done for him. Her and Di and Jax. And all he can say is, “Thank you for the experience.” He makes him sick. 

And like that he turns with his mother and brother, because he is nothing but their dog. A spare for if something goes wrong. An extra to be married off for a good business deal once he’s ripe. That’s all he is and all he will ever be. 

He can hear Ana yelling after them, struggling against Di’s hold. He can picture Di’s face as he struggles between holding Ana back for her own good and letting her go because he knows she’ll at least land a hit. He tries not to picture Jax at all. 

But don’t worry because I hate sad endings but idk exactly what I want to happen but basically a few hours pass and then either Siege or Ana is like “So, when are we going?” and Jax is like “? Going where?” “To break your boyfriend out.” and idk, but it works out in the end. 

#heart of iron #hoi #soul of stars #sos #mywriting #fanfiction #rock band au #robb/jax #jax/robb #robbert valerio #jaxander taizu #robb #jax

[chubbyooo]

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Okey doke I’ll do three things for the three pens :D

After Kavaraa’s parents died she was taken in as a servant for house thul, they were constantly moving around due to the nature of Alderanns waring houses. During this time she was mostly on kitchen duty and as a result people didn’t see much of her but when Master Yuon Par came she happened to have swapped shifts with a server (for normal skiving reasons) and as a result Yuon picked up on her strong force ability

Ash had a unspoken crush on Elara Dorne, she never acted on it because the connection wasn’t really there beyond crushes and Dorne being heterosexual. But it was there however as a professional she never let it get in the way of the mission.

During Zoyin’s extended time as Emperors Wrath (due to slight changes to canon timelines) she worked with a number of sith including Arkous, Zash and Thanaton but always keeping herself at arms length believing emperors wrath should keep it’s distance from the dark council 

Thanks for the ask this was super fun :D

[wyvernscales]

The Vallaslin of my Elves

Note: Elias and Brielle are siblings, and Elias is married to Elara. The two of them have a daughter named Ghilana.

Brielle: June

When she was young, Brielle was given June’s Knot (an unsolvable puzzle) to try and get her to discipline her mind, but it only ended up frustrating her. She was first a hunter’s apprentice, but got injured and couldn’t continue. When she got older, she would take out all of that anger out on an anvil, and quickly became an incredible crafter. When she learned that she would be responsible for going to human settlements and selling her wares, she was hesitant at first, but began to wish to leave the clan and experience the world. She picks June’s Vallaslin because of the puzzle she was given, her gift for the craft, and because he is mysterious and aloof. Her choice to make the tattoo red is not without scrutiny, as it is considered taboo.

Elias: Mythal

At first, Elias was not a particularly talented mage. He becomes a healer’s apprentice. Showing minimal promise, it isn’t until his sister is on the brink of death that he begins to take his role seriously. He works with Elara to become an incredible healer. Soon after, he was chosen as the First of his clan. Elias wants to be a fair, just, and caring leader. He picks the Mythal Vallaslin to always remember to aspire to her virtues.

Elara: Sylaise

She chose the Sylaise Vallaslin because she follows the Vir Atish’an, “The Way of Peace.” She was intended to be a hunter, and brought back a beast that she had slain, but she wasn’t quite ready to receive her Vallaslin. Although she was trained as a hunter, she chose instead to become a healer when an apprentice (Brielle) is injured on her watch. She goes off on Elias for not taking his role as healer as seriously as he should, saying that she could do a better job than him, noting that she is neither a mage nor a healer’s apprentice. She expands from just healing, becoming adept at recognizing healing herbs from her time in the forest, creating paints and dyes from various plants, investigating ancient Elven lore, and caring for the children of the clan. She then chooses the Sylaise Vallaslin to fill the role she plays in the clan.

#dragon age inquisition #dai #lavellan #Elias Lavellan #Elara Lavellan #Brielle Lavellan #my inquisitor #mine #my ocs #junk speaks #worldstate: the maker's (un)chosen

[ridiculousravenclaw]

The Life of Elara Ware : Chapter 2

Elara sat on her butterfly patterned bedsheets, a heavy leather bound book in her lap. She was studying alchemy this year and wanted to get a basic understanding of it before school started. She was lost in concentration when her bubble of thought was burst by light tapping at her window. She looked up to see a shabby brown owl rapping its beak against the glass. She smiled. "Hi Errol". Elara crossed her room and opened the window. The old bird half hopped, half collapsed inside. Looking out her window Elara saw it was now starting to get dark. The sun retreated below the horizon casting shadows of deep orange and red across the sky. It was a beautiful summer's evening, a light breeze provided respite from the unforgiving heat of the day. Errol lazily nipped at her hand letting out an exasperatedly quiet hoot. "Sorry boy, here" She detached the tightly rolled parchment from his leg then opened the empty bird cage perched on top of her drawers, gesturing for him to go inside. Errol happily obliged helping himself to water. The Wares family owl Alizeh had to stay in Elaras room as her mother couldn't stand her hooting. But she was currently out hunting and Errol looked thankful for the hospitality.

Elara undid the scroll expecting to be greeted with another message from George, so she was surprised to find it wasn't his handwriting at all. 'Hello Elara. I know George has been in contact with you but I dont know exactly how much he's said or not said so I thought it best to write you myself. You are of course still welcome to come and stay tomorrow. Though I must warn you it'll be a bit of a tight squeeze. My eldest sons Bill and Charlie are home and are in the twins room meaning Fred and George are currently in with Ron and Harry. Oh yes, Harry's staying with us as well I hope you dont mind. You'll be in Ginnys room, but again, tight squeeze. We have Hermione staying in there too. I hope this is all okay with you. I've been told to expect you by flu powder at about 11. Our house is called The Burrow, I don't know if George had said. Anyway it's all still a go is what I'm trying to say and we'll take you to Kings Cross as planned. Look forward to seeing you Molly Weasley'

Elara smiled. The note really was unnecessary but she couldn't blame Mrs Weasleys lack of trust in George giving her all the correct details. She quickly scribbled a reply on the back of the note. 'Thanks again Mrs Weasley this is really kind of you. 11 o'clock. Flu powder. I'll see you then'

It took some convincing and several treats but Elara finally managed to get Errol out of Alizehs cage and attach the note to his leg. She wasn't sure if Errol was quick enough to get the note to Mrs Weasley before tomorrow morning but it was worth a try. She sent him on his way then made her way downstairs to the living room. There she found her mother silently working her way through stacks of documents she had laid out on the sofa. Her long brown hair was wound into a messy bun on top of her head and her black rimmed glasses were perched on the end of her narrow, slender nose. She was wearing grey jogging bottoms and a light blue t shirt that hung off one shoulder. She was sat cross legged, brows furrowed in concentration. She hadn't noticed Elara walk in.

"Watcha doin?" Elara said. Her mother sent several pages scattered across the wooden floor as she jumped in surprise.

"Jeez sweet pea don't sneak up on me like that!"

Elara laughed and stepped forward to help as her mum started chasing papers around the room. "sorry. I wasn't aiming to scare you"

"yeah? then why are you laughing at me?" Her mother retorted as she tried to smack Elara on the backside with a recovered sheet. She tried to put on a disgruntled face but she couldn't hide her smile as her daughter dodged her attacks.

"hey! I'm helping!" Elara replied, smiling goofily back as she hopped out of her mothers reach.

"causing mayhem more like"

Elara folded her arms defiantly, a devious grin on her lips

"fine. I wont help then"

Elara put up her hands in mock surrender and started walking towards the door.

"hey! not so fast. This is your doing so you can come tidy you cheeky bugger"

Elara complied with an exaggerated curtsy as her mother started to reorganize the pages.

"honestly. all I came down for was to tell you I'm going to the Weasleys at 11. now you've got me clearing up like your personal slave" Elara put on her best dramatic sigh which made her mother chuckle.

"think how I feel. it took me ages to put all this in order now I've got to do it again"

"hmm, well if you will insist on throwing things around the house"

"oi!" her mother retorted but once again she couldn't stifle her smile.

"11 did you say?" She added after a moment.

"yup"

"how were you going to get there?"

"flu powder" then at the look of confusion on her mothers face she continued "that's the one where you travel through the fireplace. wosh" Elara flailled of her arms to illustrate.

"oh right. the one that scares me to death you mean?"

"that's the one"

"great!" Her mother gave her a double thumbs up but her eyes showed her disapproval. Elara rolled her eyes.

"mum how many times? it's safe. I've been using flu powder since I was 7. Everyone does"

Her mother sighed, nodding her head reluctantly "I know, I know"

They picked up the last few pages in lazy quiet before Elara went to kitchen to make them both a cup of tea. When she returned she found her mother staring into the currently empty fireplace like she was waiting for something. Elara silently stood by her side handing her a floral patterned mug. She looked at her mothers face obviously deep in thought. She looked almost upset. "mum?"

It was several moments before she answered.

"you know it doesn't matter how impressive and mystical and amazing all this is. Theres still a massive part of me that wished you took after me, not your dad."

Elara couldn't deny she felt offended, and it must've shown on her face

"no no that's not what I meant. Oh hunny your magics incredible and you make me proud every day. Please know that. It's just. I dont know. I can't lie. I'd be a lot less stressed if you just grew up to be a hairdresser or something. Something ordinary. Something risk free" Elara felt confused at the direction the conversation had taken. Quick to defend the life she loved so much she answered

"Well wheres the fun in that? mum I'm perfectly safe in the wizarding world. you must know that. it may still be weird to you but its who I am and its normal for us."

Her mother looked at her for a moment. Then smiled a strange, sad sort of smile. She started to say something, then stopped herself sipping on her tea instead. Elara could see a million thoughts spiraling behind her mothers eyes. Then, finally "yeah. yeah of course you are." Then without a word she turned and left.

As she stood alone in front of the mantelpiece, Elara had the feeling like she was missing something. Then a most unwelcome thought; that there was something her mother wasn't telling her. Her mother had always been a worrier. Fretted over her wellbeing day and night. It never bothered her. In fact Elara Ware had grown so used to her mothers fussing she almost didn't notice it anymore. But now that she stopped to think, since returning from school that summer it'd seemed to get a lot more frequent. Obsessively checking in on Elara through the day. Restricting when she could leave the house, not letting her go alone. At first Elara thought this was just her fear of her baby growing up. Now that she'd sat her exams, chosen a career path, got a boyfriend. But now she wasn't sure. Whatever it was, her mother was definitely upset by it.

The next morning Elara woke up later than she wanted to. She ran downstairs and inhaled some cereal so fast she was sure she must have set a new world record. Then back upstairs for a hurried shower, which unsurprisingly resulted in shampoo in her eyes. Swearing repeatedly and dripping water onto the tiles as she went. Elara stumbled blindly across her en suit reaching for a towel. cursing herself for not putting one out first. Quickly drying herself off she threw open her wardrobe, looking at her limited selection of clothes. most of it was packed in her trunk. She glanced out the window. It was raining and with the rain had brought cooler weather. She picked out her favourite pair of jeans and a loose white shirt with lace criss-crossed across the back.

It was only after she had triple checked her trunk, glancing at the clock and seeing she still had 30 minutes to spare, that Elara finally allowed herself to relax a bit. Mentally scolding herself for waking up late and turning her morning into a mad rush. She was gazing at her reflection in the mirror and without realizing found herself fussing with her hair. She couldn't explain why. Elara had never really cared what others though of how she looked before. Yet there she sat tucking her brown hair behind her ear, the pulling it forward, then tucking it back again. Perhaps it was the nerves of seeing her boyfriend again after weeks apart. After all they hadn't been dating that long when school ended for the holidays. Or perhaps it was the stress of meeting his whole family. But then again she already knew half of them. She may never have spent much time with Ron, Percy or Ginny but they were already acquainted. Then of course theres Fred. the twins came as a pack. you rarely get one without the other and she'd been going to school with them for 5 years.

She tried to shake the nerves, focussing instead on the thing she'd always liked about herself. She gazed into her eyes which were the only ones like them she'd ever known. Her right eye was a cool blue, like a river. Her left eye a pale light green flecked with yellow. The muggle doctors said it was a genetic condition with a weird name she could never remember. it didn't matter. Elara loved her eyes. they made her different. Different was good. She looked at the clock again. 20 minutes. She picked up her trunk which she'd played at the foot of her bed and began to haul it down the stairs.

"you'll write wont you"

"nah I won't bother I'll just leave you in suspense the whole year"

"Elara Ware!"

"I'm joking! I'm joking! C'mon mum I'm in my 6th year now. I'm a big girl. I'll be fine. and I'll be back before you know it."

Her mother sighed and pulled Elara into a bone crushing hug. "I know. I just worry" Elara chuckled "yeah funnily enough I've noticed"

Her mum ignored this "I love you" she mumbled into Elaras hair. "I love you too" Just then Elara noticed the time on the clock "ooh mum I've got to go. its time" Elara wriggled out of her mums grip and stepped into the fire place where her trunk was waiting. "mum the powder"

"oh yeah right"

Her mother grabbed a small clay pot from ontop of the book case. It was peculiar in shape, unpainted and unvarnished. Elara had very vague memories of making it at muggle school when she was about 7 years old. Inside was the floo powder. Elara grabbed a handful and offered one last smile to her mum. "Bye mum"

"Bye darling"

Elara dropped the floo powder onto her feet and shouted "The Burrow" With that she started to spin. Faster in faster as her living room dissolved into a blur of colour. But just before she lost sight of her mother completely she saw it again. The same sad look in her mothers eyes. She was trying to hide it but still it was unmistakably there. Why? what was Elara not understanding? Before she could even fathom the answer the spinning stopped. She was no longer in her living room. She stepped out onto a well worn rug to a wall of welcoming red headed smiles. and there standing the closest the one she was most excited to see. beaming the brightest of all "miss me?" Said George

#harry potter fanfiction #hufflepuff #hogwarts #fanfic #original character #ravenclaw #gryffindor #slytherin #georgeweasleysgf #george weasley #molly weasley #harry potter #ginny weasley

[ridiculousravenclaw]

The Life of Elara Ware

This is a Harry Potter fanfic. Main character Elara is an original character by moi and is George Weasleys gf they started dating in 5th year. she's half blood hens the mention of muggle technology before anyone asks. And it's set during the GOF. I've never written anything like this before either so be nice.

Chapter 1

Elara couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. She read the note again, unable to hide her relief at the sight of the familiar untidy scrawl. 'Elara its okay we're good. please dont worry. oh and Mom says you can still come. You'll have to share with Ginny and Hermione though. sorry we're a busy house at the moment. but seriously don't worry. None of us got hurt. A bit shaken up but we're fine. Dads been thrown into it at work though sorting it all. I've never seen him look so tired. and mums been really nice to us since we got back. Gotta say I dont know what's more annoying. The way she keeps fussing like we're about to drop dead any minute. I think I preferred her nagging. it wont last long. All it'd take is one glimpse of a joke wand or ton tongue toffee and she'll be back to her normal screaming self. Speaking of which, you wait till I show you what we've done. Think instant. projectile. vomit! genius huh? Anyway I'll see you really soon. Love your favourite red headed knight in shining armour.'

She rolled her eyes. George was many things but a knight in shining armour was pushing it.

Collapsing back onto her bed Elara felt the tension seeping off her shoulders. Ever since the news had broken the previous day about the attack at the quidditch world cup she'd been going out of her mind with worry. No matter how many times she tried she hadn't heard a thing let alone any news on the Weasleys. Until now. She closed her eyes and pushed away the dreadful images that'd been swirling in her mind. Each scenario more terrible than the last. Its okay. They're okay. You'll see them really soon. With that final reassuring thought she sat up and made her way downstairs.

The house was silent, which was to be expected. Her parents were working so she was home alone again. She didn't mind. After all these years she was used to it. Used to the last minute I've got to gos and sorry I'm going to be home lates. They weren't to blame, such was the nature of their jobs. Elara looked around the spacious hallway. The mid afternoon sun shone through the glass door at the end of the hall and lit up the stairwell. Its beams reflecting off the crystals of the chandelier. Her parents had worked hard to pay for all this and they did it all for her. She knew better than to be ungrateful for a few lonely evenings here and there. She glanced across at the clock. 4:30. She was unsure when to expect her mother but Elara knew her dad wouldn't be home anytime soon. She looked at the letter again still clutched tightly in her hands. It was no surprise Mr Weasley had been called in. From what her father had told her the ministry was trying to get every available person in to figure out who was responsible for the disaster at the world cup. As an experienced member of the department of international magical cooperation; Hamlin Ware had been one of the first called on the scene and he hadn't been home since. This told Elara one thing. The ministry of magic didn't have a clue who was behind it or why they attacked.

4:40. It hadn't occurred to her that she'd been stood on the second to last step for 10 whole minutes lost in thought. "get a grip" she muttered to herself under her breathe as she walked towards the kitchen. She was staring at the cupboards trying to decide if she was hungry enough to start cooking dinner when the phone rang.

"Hey honey. how are you doing?" Her mother sounded exhausted on the end of the line.

"yeah I'm good. I've finally heard from George. He's okay. they're all okay."

"well thank heavens for that!" she said. Elara heard her mothers exhale of relief. "yeah I know. He said I'm still okay to stay there for the last few days of the holidays"

"see? we said he'd be alright didn't we? oh and I really don't want to impose on their family, especially after this, but... oh thank the lord for Molly Weasley. Yes. If shes truly okay with that then great. It'd be a massive help. Look I'm sorry my lovely but Adrian's sons not well again. poor lad. hes had to take extended leave to look after him. I mean, why the mother can't look after her own boy now and again is beyond me but, hey, that's none of my business i suppose. And Veronica's being her usual, I'm too important to do any work, self. Oh you should have seen her earlier. 'oh look at me in my brand new Porsche'. its orange! and not a nice orange like a sunset or something. no, like fake tan gone wrong, that's what it looks like. Uh. Anyway. Breathe Mary-Anne. The point is I'm the only other translator in the office that speaks fluent enough Polish for the conference next week. I'm sorry darling that's 2 weeks in London"

Elara could feel her mothers guilt almost radiating through the speaker.

"it's okay mum. really I understand. i dont mind. I'll go to the Weasleys and they can take me to kings cross itll be fine."

"oh my girl what did I do to deserve you?"

"hmm, not sure. but it must've been good. maybe you saved a village from plague in a past life"

Her mother chuckled. Then she grew silent. After a moment she said

"I'm probably going to be late tonight too"

there was no hiding the hint of sadness in her voice.

"I know" Elara said "it's okay. theres some leftovers hiding in this kitchen somewhere and they've got my name on them."

"Larie"

"Mum. stop. it's fine. look I'm going to have some food. have a shower. then have an early night. honestly you're not missing out on much. I'll see you tomorrow. okay?"

"okay. oh Larie I love you. more than anything in this world.

"love you too mum"

"oh and remember to check the doors locked properly and..."

"and check the security systems running. I know mum I've got it"

"you checked your trunk? you're starting your newts this year. Can't be leaving anything important behind."

"yes I've checked it. I've got everything packed dont worry."

Her mother sighed. "okay. see you later."

"bye"

Elara couldn't help but roll her eyes everytime. but still she compulsively checked the front and back door locks and the flashing screen of the home security system. Online. She knew it would be. But from a young age her mum instilled this pattern. "you must be safe Elara." she'd said. "always be safe" The overprotective persistence of her mother used to annoy her as a child. But now Elara found comfort in the metaphorical safety net her mother cast for her. It let her know that she was loved.

Making her way back to the kitchen she pushed the days worries from her mind. It looked like another evening of peaceful me time she thought. and she was going to see George soon. She smiled to herself. She had missed that cheeky grin.

#harry potter #hogwarts #fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #george weasley #georgeweasleysgf #gryffindor #slytherin #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #goblet of fire #quidditch #quidditch world cup #death eaters #the weasleys