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merry christmas and happy new year to guzma, persie, nikki and jd !

brunhilda x lachlann x mathilde ( @hphmmatthewluther @camillejeaneshphm )

lennox x loverboi ( @gcldensnitch )

henriette x frederick ( @that-scouse-wizard )

Guzma: Ever since we truly interacted last year, this year has been a bit better thanks to you. getting to know you, talk to you about anything and goof around made my day. you've grown to be one of my closest friend here and I hope we can have more fun and adventures here. Merry Christmas, you goof ❤🫶🏻

Persie: Despite not having talked much because of our timezones and schedules, I hold you dear and I'm glad that we can be upfront about one another, and I'm always learning with you. I'm glad that you're my friend and hopefully, this 2024 will be more merciful to you and your youth. Joyeux Noel, cherie ❤🫶🏻

Nikki: Even if this year you were mostly gone, the time we've talked was fun, uplifting and made my day and night. You were the first one to talk to me here, and after all these years, we can still talk about anything and you've become like family to me here. Thank you for the gift of Loverboi and hopefully this 24' we can get up to mischief. Merry Christmas, babe ❤🫶🏻

JD: This year, although busy for us, has been a blast nevertheless, and having the gift of frediette has been the best a girl could ask for. You're always such an insightful, funny and wise man, and I always have a blast when talking to you about anything. To more years of this! ✨

#hp founders era #founders era #hp next gen #oc: henriette of wessex #oc: brunhilda of cologne #silvercrownlogne #frediette #lennox x loverboi #myedits*#mine*

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Bringing Good Tidings, Part One: A Royal Ball

AN: It's here! A thousand times late, but here nevertheless! Tis not the 29th till the sun comes out, lol. This is a collab that Guzma ( @hphmmatthewluther ) and I have created for all of you. Do not worry, this doesn't contain spoilers from neither of our series and can be perfectly read! Enjoy!

Summary: Ten years later after the biggest events on Henriette and Lachlann's lives, the heroes reunite for a royal ball hosted at London.

Word Count: 1.2k

OCs involved: Henriette of Wessex, Frederick of Kent ( @that-scouse-wizard ) Lachlann Doherty ( @hphmmatthewluther ) Mathilde Coventry ( @camillejeaneshphm )

Taglist: let me know if you wish to be added!!

24th of December

Henriette’s estate was chaos.

Servants ran left and right, some chasing the children while the others made sure that Lord Frederick and Lady Henriette would be presentable for their majesties and the horses. Henriette was used to this, although her dear husband was yet to get used to some of the customs. Adjusting her travelling veil and hairstyle, she looked at her husband, who dealt with the rather long sleeves. She chuckled, amused by how uncomfortable he looked in festive gear. She got up from her vanity and adjusted them. Freddie leaned on her touch, kissing her forehead “Thank you, my love.”

“Nervous?” She asked.

“About the king? Not really. But I am anxious about the feast… it’s the first time we bring the children with us.”

“I know. I am anxious as well. But we’ve worked hard to train them for court. All will be well. Besides, many of Hogwarts’ professors and friends will be there! Our children won’t be the only ones under scrutiny.” She realised what she said and kissed his hand “Sorry, my love. Being under scrutiny is not something we ought to enjoy.”

“It’s alright. This is how you’ve lived for decades now. I’d be surprised if you weren’t accustomed to it.”

They were about to kiss when a ten-year-old Odalric barged into the room, Juliana in tow.

“Mother! Juliana is misbehaving again!” He complained.

“Denegifu and I were merely playing, mother!” She retaliated.

The two of them looked at each other before each of them talked to their children “Tell me, Juliana, were you? Misbehaving?” Henriette asked calmly.

“No! Denegifu and I were playing tug-of-war and she lost. I merely teased her!”

“Is it true, son?” Frederick asked.

“She wasn’t just teasing! She started laughing at her and made her cry!”

Juliana turned to her brother “It’s not my fault that she’s still a baby!”

Henriette made her daughter look at her “Hey! Never say such things about family, Juliana! Despite what you might think of her, she is your sister and will be for the rest of your life, and you ought to love and respect her, alright?”

“Fine…”

“Is that all, Odalric?”

“Yes, father. I will go dress now.”

As each nanny took the children to their room, both parents sighed. Frederick shook his head “I know that, sometimes, children can be mean, but I worry about Juliana.”

“Me, too. I fear that there is somebody who’s pitting her against her own sister.”

“Let us hope that it stays a teenage rivalry.”

Lachlann was adding the last touches to his riding gear when an owl arrived. Without even turning, he asked his wife “Tillie, love, do you mind getting that for me, please?”

His wife, Mathilde, picked the scroll from the ill-tempered owl and opened the scroll. After a few minutes, she turned to look at her husband “Our contact has no news of Bruna. Still locked at home with the children.”

Both of them fell silent. Ten years had passed since Brunhilda had been married off to her cousin and whisked away for her cruel husband’s pleasure, and despite following them into a wild goose chase, Bruna herself asked the couple to leave her be for the sake of her children and herself. It pained them both to leave her to Wilhelm’s clutches, but they could do nothing at the moment.

A servant broke the silence by announcing that their children were already dressed and finishing packing. Lam smiled. If something had kept him going, it was his beloved family. They were all each his pride and joy, and despite the fact that at court they’d be heavily watched by the king, he looked forward showing London to his children.

“You know,” Mathilde commented “this is the hottest event in town. Not even a savage like Wilhelm would miss it. Perhaps there is hope for us to see her again before the year ends.”

She was right. The last time they saw her, they had all been in a royal hunt, and Brunhilda had looked pale and tired. Nothing like the energetic and vivacious young woman that they both had loved. She had been left behind in the hut to take care of her daughters while Wilhelm showed off his son in the hunt. Lam could speak for him and his wife when he wondered how come someone like Brunhilda took so much from a monster like him.

The moment the servant announced that they were ready for their journey to London, Lam shook off his thoughts and took Tillie’s hand, putting a brave face to his family for the sake of the holidays.

As they approached the castle, which, for Henriette, was already much familiar, she smiled. Much had happened there over the years. She had finally laid eyes upon her husband, they had shared small moments, married there, and many of their six children had been conceived there. She now may look bigger and older, but she was much happier than she had been when she was merely nineteen.

“Shall we?”

“If we must…”

“Lord Frederick of Kent and Lady Henriette of Wessex!” The herald cried, and they both made their entrance.

They both bowed to the monarchs and each greeted them.

“Your Graces, may I present my children? You may remember my oldest, Odalric. These are Denegifu, Juliana, Akelda, Cuthfelda and Hilda.” Each of the children bowed as Henriette and tutors had taught them and the queen smiled.

“Be welcome, Lady Henriette. We hope that your travels were safe.”

“They were, Your Graces.”

“Lord Lachlann Doherty and his wife, the Lady Mathilde!”

Bowing respectfully, they all moved on to their seats. Henriette’s, of course, was next to the Queen. The children were taken to another room, as per tradition dictated. Setting onto the seat, they observed from afar how the former serf was now handling gracefully a conversation with His Grace, who seemed intrigued by him. He had certainly come far ever since the infamous feast at the Thane of Cawdor’s castle.

The couple came over to them and curtsied to them both “My lord. My lady. It is a pleasure to see you here.”

“Likewise, Lady Mathilde. You look well.”

Mathilde nodded “Same to you. I couldn’t tell that you’ve had six children. You must tell me your secrets.”

“I’d be delighted, my lady.”

“I hope to see you for tomorrow’s feast.”

“Christmastime and your lovely daughter’s birthday, no less. We wouldn’t miss it, would we, dear?”

Lachlann nodded.

“It shall be an interesting soiree, indeed.”

They were a bit right about that.

Henriette and Frederick sat on the edges of their daughter’s bed, who was starting to stir up. She sighed and opened her eyes “Good morning, Mother. Father.”

“Good morning, sweetie.” Frederick smiled.

“Happy birthday!” Henriette smiled.

Akelda beamed weakly “Is it today?”

“Why, yes!”

Frederick ordered the servants to dress her as Henriette woke up the rest of the children as she reminded “Remember, we are now at court, and we must be on our best behaviour! Keep the naughtiness to a minimum!” She chided.

“Yes, Mother!” They all echoed.

As everyone dressed, Akelda was presented with a beautiful cream dress and a brooch with her favourite flower, the magnolia. She beamed and hugged both her parents “Thank you. You’re both very kind.”

“Anything for the birthday girl.”

Lachlann had woken up with a certain queasiness. He felt it. Something was off. He just knew, after his training. Mathilde had said that maybe it was the mulled wine, but he knew better.

As the court danced away, his senses tingled, telling him to be alert.

This had just begun. And he wasn’t referring to the party.

#bringing good tidings #hp founders era #founders era #oc: henriette of wessex #frederick of kent #lachlann doherty #mathilde coventry #frediette #silvercrown #collab #mywriting*

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“As long as my soul lives, it will love yours.”

@gaygryffindorgal @that-scouse-wizard

#hphl #hp founders era #oc: primrose gray #oc: henriette of wessex #malcolm stolberg burke #frederick of kent #frediette #grayburke #myedit*#mine*#the parallels are too crazy to ignore #on mal's part: older than her? check. norse? check. with a respectable background? check. she convinced him that marrying each other would #be advantageous and ended up falling in love and having an army of children? check #now prim: only surviving daughter? check. born during troubling times? check. questionable past? check. must marry for inheritance's sake? ✔#anyways: frediette 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼 grayburke #they do be haunting the narrative 900 years later

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Bringing Good Tidings, Part Three: New Year Upon Ye

A/N: After 80 years, I finally finished the third part! This one's my second fave, and I hope you guys enjoy it. Bon apetit!

Summary: After today's victory, it's time to party! Let's hope that nobody else comes to rue the day.

Word Count: 1.2k

Rating: T

OCs featured: Lachlann Doherty ( @hphmmatthewluther ) Mathilde Coventry ( @camillejeaneshphm ) Frederick of Kent ( @that-scouse-wizard )

Taglist: @catohphm @gaygryffindorgal @magicallymalted

First Part - Second Part - Third Part - Fourth Part

The moment the foe had been vanquished, the king declared that the party must go on, and everybody, feeling relieved, had no trouble whatsoever on carrying on. A dance started, and everyone’s spirits were over the roof. Henriette smiled, watching her children play tag among them.

Fred appeared behind her, radiating hi usual warmth, kissing her cheek “You were wonderful out there, my love.”

“It was mostly Mr. Doherty.”

“No, it was not.”

She spun around and pecked him “Sneak away with me.”

Henriette blinked “Now?”

“Yes. I’ve missed you, and we won’t have a moment later. Please?”

“But we can’t leave the children unattended!”

Fred was about to concede when a voice she hadn’t heard in a long time reassured them “I’d be happy to watch them for you, my lady.”

The marriage whipped their heads to see a red head that they hadn’t seen in ten years “Go,” she insisted “your children will be in my care. Two hours shall suffice.”

Not taking chances, Fred whisked his wife away to another wing, one reserved for the royal family’s friends and lovers. The moment they were away from earshot, Freddie kissed Henriette fervently, picking her up “Geirmund!” She gasped, giggling like a silly teenager.

Their laughs were muffled after Fred opened the first door he spotted and closed it behind him, throwing his wife to bed, his shirt already on the floor “You heard our friend. We’ve got around two hours. Best to make them count.”

Henriette chuckled “Shut up and take me already.”

They rolled in the sheets, basking into the beautiful, stolen moment between them.

Brunhilda stood watch of Lady Henriette’s children, observing the merry scene in front of her, alongside keeping an eye on her own children. She chuckled, seeing how a clumsy little Louis tried to learn to dance from Dayana, who was already as graceful as herself.

However, the moment she saw a familiar blond hair, she froze “Come on, Sissy!” The little girl who greatly resembled her Mathilde cried “Before Sam spots us!”

Her heart hammered. They were here. She discreetly looked around the ballroom, and spotted Lachlann Doherty chatting with a duke, visibly bored by his hunting habits, perhaps. He looked up, and quickly spotted her. He had gotten taller, had gained muscle, grown his hair and the innocence in his beautiful eyes were gone, now replaced with sage and that fierceness that had beguiled her enough to give herself to him before her wedding. Excusing himself, he approached her, and she bowed “Mr. Doherty.”

“Bruna,” he marvelled “you haven’t aged a day. You look… as beautiful as I remember.”

“You have turned into a handsome man as well.”

He smiled “I’m glad my new look pleases you.”

She bit her lip “You always aimed to please.”

“That I do.”

They stood there, silent and processing the fact that she was here, before his eyes. He cleared his throat, washing away his last memory of her “Where is your husband? Again solving world hunger by himself?”

She bit a chuckle “Unfortunately, my dear husband has a stomachal issue.”

“Ah. How unfortunate.”

“Unfortunate indeed.”

A soft tune started playing, and Lam stretched out his hand “Dance with me.”

“What about your wife?”

“We shall greet her afterwards. She’s been asking about you.”

She gingerly took his hand and started dancing, as if ten years hadn’t gone by. It was a rather intimate tune, and often their hands grazed, their eyes never wavering from the other, as if the world ceased to exist. To finish, he spun her around and gently set her to the floor, their gazes still on one another. She was wearing a beautiful green dress, and her hair was up and visible by her thin veil, which didn’t conceal much of her powerful red.

Both clearing their throats, they abandoned the dancefloor and went towards Lady Mathilde, who had a baby Felix in her arms, cooing. Bruna’s heart melted at the sight. She was a formidable mother.

Mathilde looked up and brightened up “Bruna, Cherie!” She greeted her warmly, beaming. “Look at you, you don’t look a day over five and twenty!”

“You flatter me, dear.”

Just then, Dayana, Matilda and Louis came running, probably finishing playing tag. They stopped at the sight of their mother and quickly came by her side “Lord Lachlann, Lady Mathilde, these are my children; Dayana, Matilda and Louis.”

They all bowed and Mathilde’s gaze rested upon redheaded, little Matilda. Then, she looked at Bruna with fondness in her eyes “Are you the Mathilde I was named after, ma’am?”

“It seems I am.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet my namesake.”

Mathilde beamed and kissed her cheek “And I am happy that such a beauty was named after me.”

Matilda smiled bashfully and hid behind her mother’s skirt.

“You have lovely children, my lady.” Lachlann spoke.

“Thank you, my lord, they are my pride and joy.”

Lachlann beckoned his own children to come and introduced his to Bruna “These are my own; Caitlin, Sam, Simone and Fèlix.”

“Is she the Lady Bruna you always talk about, papa?”

Bruna raised her eyebrows and Lachlann cleared his throat “Yes, Caitlin, she is.” He gave her a look and she quickly took the hint.

“Ahem, well, we should let our children carry on playing! Dayana, darling, do keep your new friends entertained, and include the Dohertys to your playdate?”

“Yay!” Louis cheered “More friends!”

The eight of them ran off to where Henriette’s children had been playing. Lachlann and Mathilde shared a look before she offered “It seems like dinner will be ready soon. Would you like to sit with us and catch up?”

Bruna smiled genuinely “I’d love nothing more. I want to hear all about your adventures!”

Henriette and Frederick were cuddling, relishing on the passionate moment they had just shared. Looking at the direction of the sun, Frederick sighed “We ought to get going. Dinner shall be ready soon, and we’ve been away for a while.”

“As long as you tell me where did you throw off my stockings again.”

Fred smirked “Too focused on kissing you to remember,”

She playfully shoved him “You’re terrible!”

Both got dressed hastily and Henriette saw something move within the trees. She frowned.

“My love? The gong just rang. We have to move now, or else we’ll raise a few eyebrows.”

She shook it off “Right.”

They entered the room a few minutes before the monarchs and sighed in relief, sitting right where they had been assigned. She spotted Lady Brunhilda and smiled at her as a thank you, and saw her cozy in the table with Lord Lachlann and Lady Mathilde. She hoped to repay the favour soon.

The monarchs were announced and the usual protocol was made, and all started to dine and converse, talking about this morning. But Henriette had a feeling. Something was about to happen, she was sure. This day was far from over. Somehow, she knew.

Like clockwork, the doors slammed open, and a figure that they didn’t expect came to greet them, a malicious smile on its face. She looked at Betwixt, who was as shocked.

“Helloooooo, children! Guess who has misbehaved!”

A noble lady pointed at the monster and cried out “The Krampus!” Before fainting with shock.

“Shit.” Said Fred before readying his weapon.

#bringing good tidings #hp founders era #founders era #oc: henriette of wessex #oc: brunhilda of cologne #frederick of kent #lachlann doherty #mathilde coventry #frediette #silvercrown #silvercrownlogne #collab #mywriting*

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𝘼𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙙𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘

"𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛."

BASICS

Name: Akelda of East Anglia

Birthday: 25th of December, 991

Zodiac sign: Capricorn

Weight: 63kg

Height: 1.58m

Religion: Christian

Eye colour: Blue

Hair colour: Pale blonde

Faceclaim: Phia Saban

FAMILY

Mother: Henriette of Wessex

Akelda and Henriette have a special connection, for Akelda was born of a difficult and traumatic birth in which mother and child almost died. Henriette thinks of Akelda pure of this world's malices.

Father: Frederick of Kent, né Geirmund Eriksson ( @that-scouse-wizard )

Akelda loves her father dearly and always likes to help him with his long hair and hear about his birth land, Denmark. She ideolises him and always makes him flower crowns

Other relatives: Odalric the Red, oldest brother

Her only brother, he's quite protective of her and always does his best to be a good brother to her. Her death will always mark him.

Denegifu Alpin, neé of Scotland

Her role model, Akelda always had some sisterly jealousy, for she was everything she wished to be: pretty, witty and strong. She always loved to have her hair combed by her and was the one to convince her parents to let Denegifu marry into the Scottish royal family

Juliana of York

The most ambitious of her sisters, she was always lowkey intimidated by her, but admired her determination and wished she had her tenacity. She led quite a scandalous life after Akelda passed away

Cuthfelda of Ireland

Akelda loved her sister dearly, but sadly never got to see the woman she'd become or the family line she'd found.

Hilda the Smith

Akelda personally took care of brave and curious Hilda and enhanced her love for smithing. Hilda's first sword would be forged in her memory

Agatha of Kent

Her youngest sister, Agatha has few memories of her, and since she was very young when Akelda passed away, she loved her very much and was the one to sing her to sleep.

Friends: Helena Ravenclaw

Both with different characters, but with a strong connection, they became great friends despite the large age gap and both died a few months apart.

Significant Other: Edward the Valiant ( @cursedvaultss )

Akelda and Edward had grown up in similar circles. Their mothers' mentors, Helga and Rowena, were good friends who, seeking a strong alliance, betrothed Henriette and Elfreda's children, thus making themselves close allies.

Both were shy to one another, but bonded over flora and duty to their families, and soon started to fall in love. They rode together and could talk for hours, and, despite her delicate health, spent many hours together.

However, Akelda had a new sickly episode and was bedridden for months. Thankfully, she fully recovered and plans to marry were set on motion. Until, one day, as they had a family picnic in a beautiful meadow full of flowers, she and Edward kissed for the first and final time.

A few minutes later, she passed away in her father's arms suddenly on her father's arms. She had been poisoned by a family rival that was bitter of Frederick being the new king's favourite. Her death would be the catalyst to forge her whole family's lives.

PERSONALITY

Overall personality: Akelda is shy and quiet, with common sense and a very kind and pure heart and soul. She prefers animals and nature to people, though there are exceptions. She likes peace and quiet, though knows that with five sisters and a brother it's quite the Odyssey.

Positive traits: Kindhearted, with common sense, pure of heart and soul, peaceful and wise

Negative traits: Shy and reserved

Guilty pleasure: She likes reptiles

HOMETOWN

Winbourne Manor, Wessex, England

BACKSTORY

Akelda of East Anglia was the fourth daughter out of seven children of Lady Henriette of Wessex and Frederick of Kent, and grew up in a loving and highly respected household, for her mother was a powerful woman and her father was a fierce and feared warrior.

She was the shiest of her siblings, and her parents thought her pure and blessed, for she had been born of a difficult birth that almost killed her and her mother.

When she was twelve, she was betrothed to Edward the Valiant, a remarkable student and fighter, as well as his remarkable character. They spent wonderful years together before, when she was 16, she died of poisoning after recovering from a deadly illness.

MISC

She collects bugs to sketch them and then sets them free

Out of her sisters, her hair is the 'shortest' one, only measuring 36cm

Her almost white hair was taken by her parents as a sign of purity and holiness

She grew up during the highest tensions at Hogwarts

She was later called to history 'the tragic' due to her death being the catalyst to her whole family's fate

Her mother died a few months later due to a broken heart because of her death

She left behind a wild mare, Boudicca, whom she entrusted to Edward

She was the best painter among her sisters and made remarkable portraits of her family and idols

Despite growing into the Catholic faith, she felt drawn to the pagan ways her father often described back in Denmark

#founders era #founders of hogwarts #akelda the tragic #oc: henriette of wessex #frederick of kent #frediette #edward the valiant #akelda x edward #akedward #fankids #oc profile #character sheet

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