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fensherohair · 6 months

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The Marauders & The Metamorphic Witch Part 8

Warning: None Words: 2K Pronouns: She/Her

Gryffindor Tower was unusually quiet for the weekend. Allegra sat near the roaring fire as the wind howled beyond the large window. For the most part, the older Smith Twin ignored the other students both older and younger passing through the common room. She ignored their conversations and the few brave enough to offer a friendly hello. Instead, she focused on discovering what the Marauders were up to, so much so that she had decided against going to Hogsmeade with everyone else.

Surrounding the determined third-year muggle-born were books from the library, some parchment, quill, ink, and Isolde's diary. She had taken her twin's diary with the hopes Isolde knew something and had written about it as the younger Smith twin wrote about everything else that happened during her days at Hogwarts. At the same time, Allegra hoped to find some of her sister's secrets, if only so she could use them at a later date, or have them in her artillery for when the time came she needed a weapon against her younger twin and her friends.

"What are you doing?" came a squeaky voice from the portrait door, instantly Allegra turned her attention to the voice, grabbing the diary to stash away before Peter had a chance to register what she had and question her. Soon enough the voices of James, Sirius, and Remus could be heard, as could Marlene, (Y/N), and Isolde's. All of them laughing about something and too wrapped up in their own conversation to truly care about what was happening around them.

"Oh, careful there (Y/N)" spoke Sirius as (Y/N) tripped down the step from the portrait door. He'd caught her, although his cheeks soon began to heat up again, as his mind went blank. As normal (Y/N) thanked him before grabbing his hand and pulling him over to their shared friends, seemingly oblivious to the effect she had on him. The moment the pair joined the conversation turned to the upcoming Quidditch match. Slytherin vs the reigning Quidditch Cup holders, Ravenclaw. Isolde had offered to take the things Marlene and (Y/N) had brought from Hogsmeade up to their dorm. Neither of them noticed the concern written across Allegra's face, even more so when the older Smith twin, had left Isolde's bunk and things in a mess, as she wrongly assumed she would have plenty of time to throw everything in trunks to make it seem like nothing was wrong.

"So Legs, wotcha been doing while we were all nosing around Hogsmeade?" asked James, casually turning attention to Allegra, who immediately tried to act like nothing out of the ordinary, instead hiding behind her stack of books, like she was trying to catch up on the things she had neglected since attending the school.

"Don't call me that" harshly responded Allegra, sending a glare James' way in an effort to sway him from repeating the nickname. "Trying to bring my witchy skills up to the expected standard for a third year, perhaps even surpass the expectation" lied the young teenager, finding it annoying how her sister could so easily find her place in the wizarding world, pick things up with little trouble and find enjoyment out of the experience of brewing potions and casting spells, learning about the magical world around them. Even more so when Allegra herself struggled with basic spells, just about managed to brew potions without something blowing up, and was still yet to find friends she truly gelled with.

"(Y/N), Marlene!" called Isolde from the balcony leading to the dorms. "Have either of you seen my diary? It's not in the draw where I left it" asked the muggle-born witch, concern appearing on her feature. The matching pen was where she left it, but the little ordinary notebook had vanished. She knew deep down whoever had taken it had purposely gone looking for it, considering her books were thrown across her bed, her stuffed dragon was thrown across the room and her clothes were all over the place.

"Expecto Patronum" loudly chanted Allegra, as if attempting to ignore the obvious, while also looking down at the spell book she had picked up to cover her tracks. Peter was the only one to look accusingly at Allegra, as he put two and two together and realized what the muggle-born was trying to hide when they entered the common room moments prior.

"Isn't that advanced magic?" asked Peter, looking to (Y/N), the only person he knew to have mastered the charm in question. (Y/N) nodded in response, although with confusion written across her features. "So it's not in the magic for beginners spell book?" he asked, noticing how Allegra had suddenly gone quiet as she now pretended like she was reading through something else. Once again (Y/N) shook her head in a wordless response.

"Sirius, have you asked your girlfriend if she would help us?" questioned James, as Peter whispered something to Remus, the taller teenager looking towards Allegra with suspicion as he began to move. At James' question, Sirius froze in horror before attempting to hide away from the sudden wave of attention. "Sorry my mistake, have you asked your future girlfriend if she would help us?" he corrected, being loud enough to attract the attention of those coming and going from the common room.

"Sirius has a girlfriend?" questioned Isolde from the balcony, curiosity getting the better of her as she tried to think who the lucky girl could be, or unlucky depending on the point of view. Sirius and James both answered at the same time. Sirius answered with a quick no, denying the accusation, while James replied with a simple maybe.

"(Y/N), would you mind brewing the potion please?" asked Remus, as he walked from the fire back towards the table he'd previously been occupying with the others, holding Isolde's diary. His quick glance toward Allegra was all Isolde needed to understand. "These three have tried over the months to no success. Sirius was the closest, Peter landed the three in the hospital and James' caused the earth-shattering bang that shook the school a few weeks back" he explained, noticing Marlene and (Y/N) look between the three with amusement.

"Bet Filch wasn't too pleased with that mess" commented Marlene as Isolde rejoined the group, clearly agitated but trying to keep her cool.

"Wait that was you? What on earth were you trying to do?" voiced Allegra, as she began to look for the diary now she had noticed it wasn't under the chair behind her, or anywhere around it. Nor was it in her pile of books. Her attention soon turned to the group she'd attached herself to, upon realizing she was acting suspiciously.

"Brew a potion" sarcastically replied James, a small grin appearing on his lips.

"You can't be serious" commented Allegra.

"You're right, he's Sirius" laughed James before Allegra had a chance to finish her sentence. (Y/N) and Sirius both chuckling as they remembered something from the previous year.

"What potion were you trying to brew?" asked the muggle-born, as if she was interrogating James rather than curiously asking an innocent question.

"Trying to recreate (Y/N)'s banger from last year" guessed Marlene with a small chuckle

"I tried that months ago and set my broom on fire" laughed James

"That explains why you were smoking on the Quidditch pitch" commented (Y/N), Peter close by choking on his pumpkin juice. The same juice he ensured hadn't been spiked beforehand.

"No really what potion was it? I want to try and brew it if only to show those irritating haters and droning professors they were wrong to underestimate me" voiced Allegra, showing just how tired she was of fellow students and professors around the castle having such low expectations of her. Most of the time she found the older students patronizing when they congratulated her on achieving something a first year could master in a matter of days.

"It's in one of the advanced potion-making books, can't remember the name of the potion though" squeaked Peter, as if afraid of Allegra's reaction if someone didn't give her an idea of what she wanted.

"So who's Sirius' girlfriend?" asked Marlene, changing the subject when it became clear that the trio of James, Sirius, and Peter weren't comfortable with sharing what they were up to. Once again Sirius' cheeks began to turn a light shade of pink, as he picked up the closest magazine to hide behind.

"Future girlfriend" corrected James, reaching over to take the magazine, if only so Sirius could see (Y/N) was none the wiser, if anything she appeared blind to the obvious.

"More of a crush" spoke Remus, adding to the playful teasing

"Coming from the other in denial" threw Sirius, chuckling as Remus attempted to hide behind his hands, after sliding Isolde's diary back to its owner.

"Aw! Who are the lucky ones?" asked Isolde in a teasing manner.

"Isn't anyone gonna ask if I have a crush on anyone?" asked James

"Besides your reflection?" quizzed Sirius, the comment as quick as his movement to dodge the hand James threw in his direction

"Lily" replied (Y/N), Marlene and Isolde in unison

"Told you it was obvious" replied Peter, as he walked around the room a little bit, waving at the redhead girl in question. She was smiling and her eyes sparkling. Clearly, she'd enjoyed the extra time she spent with Severus.

"So who's going to the Valentine's dance this year?" asked Allegra, curious if she asked one of the three she still harbored a crush for would go with her to the dance. Last year she'd asked a Hufflepuff student but had been turned down, the same happened with the Ravenclaw, both had been respectful which was more than could be said for the cruel manner the Slytherin had shattered her hopes.

"I don't think they'd trust us Marauders or (Y/N) not to cause more chaos than normal" spoke Peter, after an awkward silence had settled over the group. The common room had a strange feeling to it and so much tension one could cut through it.

"You mean after the prank war took over last year?" asked Lily, coming to join the group with a small chuckle escaping her. More so at remembering James had jinxed Severus, only for (Y/N) to catch him with the pumpkin head charm, the metamorphmagi had been slightly faster than Severus. The same night, Peter had walked around with a modified bubble head charm, as Remus and Sirius had been caught with the singing and laughing charms respectively. Severus hadn't escaped (Y/N)'s rampage either, having found himself on the receiving end of the dancing and tickling charms.

"Has he forgiven me yet?" asked (Y/N), curious if the Slytherin boy had let Bygones be bygones and moved on. For the most part, he'd avoided her since the dance fiasco the previous year. "Or am I still on the enemy's beware list?" she asked, at least showing she could be self-aware.

"He understands why you got him too" reassured Lily, like many knew (Y/N) hadn't meant any harm with her antics, instead she put an end to the ongoing rivalry between James and Severus before it destroyed the dance completely, at the same time preventing Sirius and Peter from adding to the already uneasiness between the aforementioned teenagers.

"If I was him I wouldn't forgive you. But then again I have to share my entire school life with you and your weirdness" voiced Allegra once again breaking up the moment and reminding people she was there. "Yeah I'm still here, can't get rid of me that easily. Now if you excuse me, I have things to do" rudely stated the muggle-born, as she whipped her hair over her shoulder like she was some sort of movie star.

"Finding and reading my diary or finding out what the Marauders are up to?" asked Isolde, her tone serious as she turned to her older sister. The thick tension growing colder and difficult to ignore, as the Smith twins traded glares.

"Did I say this is awkward" whispered James, as Marlene and (Y/N) gently took hold of Isolde and led her towards the dorm stairs, at least attempting to defuse the building tension before it completely broke down and combust. Everyone in Gryffindor house knew the muggle-born twins were a ticking time bomb, it was only a matter of time before it denoted.

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edwards-diskodick · 2 years

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hermione had only a few weaknesses to her normally obstinate exterior. one of them was universally known; books. maybe it was the way the ink looked on the paper or maybe it was the smell of older and newer books that made her go into a fuzzy serotonin rush. as the head girl, many of the student council members were rather wary of her, but many dared to bribe her with books. hermione's morals took a nosedive from the nearest window the moment she was handed a book, and she would make a deep sigh and warn them that this was a one time thing and she won't let them off the hook again just for a piece of old parchment with ink printed over it in tantalizing strokes. ron believed that ernie macmillian had gotten off duty atleast 11 times.

the second weakness, or so to speak, was freshly mown grass. whenever hermione had her spirits low, she would gather up her stuff and uncharacteristically skip a class or two to sit in the sun atop the quidditch pitch ground to feel the breeze on her face and watch her hair go wild with the wind. filch mowed the grass twice a month, and she found her mood changes gradually adjusting to those times. occasionally she would be sitting in the grass when the quidditch teams came to practice and then she would frown at the general direction of the bludger to check if it was coming for her.

the whole school remembered once when the snitch had floated over hermione's head when the ravenclaw team was in practice and cho chang had collided into her, causing them to roll into a ball and sweep forward for atleast three yards. everyone, including the both of them, had had a good laugh over it.

another thing she enjoyed was the summer rains hogwarts had. it wasn't a very rare occurence but not as frequent as she would like it. she would sit in the common room window and sometimes get the headphones her parents gifted her for her 17th birthday and listen to music while the raindrops fogged up the glass and trickled down in haphazard patterns.

the last and virtually unknown weakness she had was, well, draco malfoy's deep, husky voice. no one except the owner of the voice knew of this chink in her armor, but he used it to his full benefit countless of times. she could remember instances off the top of her little head. each time she got mad and red hot rage twisted her insides like a iron fist grabbing her gut, draco would merely raise an eyebrow at her make his eyes go seductively half lidded, and say "what's the problem, granger?" and she would melt.

the way his voice made her feel; a decade of reading books still paled her description whenever she tried to put it in words. this proved to be a problem when he did things that would, under normal circumstances, get him in trouble. Like for when he shaved off crookshanks' fur when she went to the gryffindor common room, all he had to do was tell her how much better crookshanks looked without his orange fur in his sinfully sweet deep voice and lo, he was out of trouble.

crookshanks wasn't very convinced, though. one thing that was definitely not one of her weaknesses was healing the scratches that marred draco's face.

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here's a little hermione-centric headcanon hehe i hope you liked it. plus thank you so much for the recent support i love you guys so much!!! it really means a lot <3

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josiecarioca · 3 years

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About Shafiq’s "crush” on Severus

(Post War headcanon/meta/rambling/whatever this is, because @hayalee8 wanted to know. Also tagging @dragon-cove-719 @snapescapades @hbprincealice and @blxck-cxffee13 )

If you´ve been reading “Post War”, you must have noticed by now that Virgil Shafiq has a very particular type of relationship with Severus. I’ve been calling it an “unresolved crush” for the sake of simplicity, but it’s far more complicated than that.

Virgil Amir Shafiq is the youngest of three sons born to the Pureblood Shafiq family, one of the “Sacred 28″. His father is the head of the family and inherited the Shafiq’s business of magical gems and stones, his mother improved the family business with her jewelry designs which used the materials’ magical properties to create stunning visual effects.

In “Post War”, Shafiq is introduced in chapter 53 like this:

“Virgil had never tasted the bitterness of struggle as a child. He was the youngest of three boys, born to a well-off family of purebloods. His parents were liberal Muslims who were fairly easygoing in their upbringing. Coming to Hogwarts in the wake of his two older brothers graduating with near perfect scores, Virgil had a metaphorical red carpet laid out in front of him. Every teacher assumed he´d excel in everything just like his brothers had, and only ever showed surprise when he didn´t perform any less than stelarly.

Every teacher except Snape.

The only thing Snape assumed about any student was that they´d be a failure. And it was up to them to prove him wrong. It was the first time Virgil was challenged. Snape had been a very young man then, only 21 years old and in his first year as a teacher. He hadn´t taught any of Virgil´s brothers, so he didn´t compare Virgil to anybody except Virgil himself, and with that he was never pleased, never satisfied. 'Fix your tie, Mr. Shafiq', 'watch the cauldron´s temperature, Mr. Shafiq', 'do it over, Mr. Shafiq'. Praise from other teachers was such a common occurrence it meant close to nothing to him, but Virgil could distinctively remember the first time he got a nod of approval on a potion brewed to perfection from Professor Snape and how much that had meant to him. "Well, done, Mr. Shafiq." “

As a child, Shafiq lived in the shadow of his two older brothers, not exactly because the was unfavored by his parents and teachers, but because there was a set bar, a level of expectation already set for him, and regardless of how accomplished he was, it was, to some level, taken for granted, because his brothers “did it before”. Shafiq basically didn´t have “room for error”. This led to crippling anxiety about his own performance (be it socially or academically), as he didn´t think he was allowed to make mistakes. That made him very frustrated as his best efforts would always be considered the “baseline” on which he had operate, to the point that his accomplishments went entirely unoticed.

Shafiq’s first year in Hogwarts was also Severus’ first year as a teacher. Severus was only ten years older than Shafiq (a small age difference compared to how much older most other professors were) and he had no expectations when meeting the young boy. In seeking Snape’s approval, Shafiq found a sense of purpose, because that young, snappy, mean teacher was not like everybody else: he didn’t take for granted that Shafiq would be flawless. So Shafiq started to live to impress him. And Severus was impressed. Over the years, Severus made sure to encourage his slytherin students, knowing Slytherin was the house most malignated, the least liked. So he did, in his own way, nurture Shafiq’s talents.

As he grew older, Shafiq started to grapple with his own sexuality. He dated girls, but at the same time felt attracted to boys. His relationship with his best friend, Ravenclaw Leo Levinson, was tinted with shades of romantic attachment, and there were other boys he felt drawn to. At some point he struggled with the question of whether he was gay or not, because while he knew he liked boys, his attraction to girls also felt genuine and correct. He had been attracted to every girl he dated, and didn’t feel like any of those relationships was forced on him in any way, on the contrary, he sought them. Only as an adult did he understand he wasn’t gay, but bisexual.

In that period of initial confusion about his own identity, he also struggled to make sense of his feelings towards Severus. As a child he admired his teacher. Severus was the only one looking out for Slytherins like Shafiq, he was their head of house, after all. In Shafiq’s eyes Severus also had the confidence, the aplomb the young boy aspired to. Professor Snape was intimidating, respected, and not-to-be-messed-with. Shafiq looked up to him near to the point of hero-worship. But as Shafiq grew older and into his own sexuality, he found there was an element of physical attraction. Shafiq pushed it to the back of his mind, because he felt it was disrespectful, and perhaps he was simply mixing things up.

However, as an adult Shafiq found himself gravitating towards men who, in some way, were like Severus, whether in temperament or looks. His relationships with men have been mostly disastrous, particularly in comparison with his relationships with women, which tend to be simpler (if somehwat Oedipian). Leo (who’s still very much in love with Shafiq, but has accepted Shafiq only wants him as a friend) is probably the one who best sees how Shafiq’s attractions work:

He liked his women hyperfeminine, charming, smart. It wasn´t the only thing he liked, but he really did like it. When it came to men, the very few Leo had known of, things got a bit fuzzier. Over the years he had started to notice Virgil gravitate toward the same type...older, unavailable, emotionally distant...and at least a couple of them faintly resembled their former potions master.

Severus, however, is entirely unaware of Shafiq’s feelings for him. Even though Shafiq is nearing 30, whenever Severus looks at him all he sees is a kid. Not just any kid, of course, one of his best students, and one who has and continues to make Severus very proud...but a kid nevertheless. When Shacklebolt offers to provide a “bodyguard” for Evelyn, picked out of the ranks of his best aurors, Severus immediately demands Shafiq for the position.

Shafiq receives the assignment of protecting Evelyn with mixed feelings. On the one hand he would do anything Severus asked of him, on the other hand the mere idea of Severus having a lover (of any gender) makes him feel weird. In some ways, he idolized Snape to the point of de-sexualizing him, so he felt his own attraction to him was disrespectful. But Evelyn is living evidence of Snape as a sexual being, and that rattles Shafiq to his core.

It all gets complicated in a whole other level when Shafiq meets Evelyn in person. As per Leo’s remarks, Evelyn is exactly Shafiq’s “type” when it comes to women (” He liked his women hyperfeminine, charming, smart. “). And lo and behold, he goes from “who even is this person” to “she’s actually kind of interesting”

Initially, he brushes it off as just finding her good-looking, and that’s that. Shafiq does flirt with women with more ease than he does with men, after all. However, as he starts to become way too attached to Evelyn, who trusts him and cares for him a great deal, he realizes it’s not just that.

For one, now he can’t push his feelings for Severus aside because Evelyn’s presence established Severus as a sexual being, who can desire and be desired. He’s no longer the professor on a pedestal, safely distant. But being attracted to Evelyn puts in question his feelings for Severus as well: is he really in love with Severus and sees Evelyn is just a sort of “more acceptable/less complicated” proxy? Or are his feelings for Severus merely platonic admiration? In this case his being in love with Evelyn would be a complete betrayal of the man he sees as a mentor. And if he’s not really into her, maybe this supposed attraction for Evelyn is an unconscious attempt to emulate the man he so admires? It could be that there’s something he idealizes about their relationship, this love affair between a wizard and a muggle that has the markings of the type of all-consuming, romantic love story Shafiq has been chasing all his life...

Or maybe, just maybe, you can be in love with two people at once.

Shafiq honestly doesn´t know, which wrecks his emotional stability.

#Snapedom #severus snape #Virgil Shafiq #Virgil being a disaster #evelyn black #complicated feelings are complicated

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heyitssmiller · 3 years

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Mills, I'm starting a job tomorrow so may I offer this O'Knutzy at Hogwarts scene before I go MIA for just a few days?

However close the east wing of the castle was to Ravenclaw tower, it was the exact opposite for the Slytherin common room in the dungeons.

Logan met him on the fourth floor five minutes late and out of breath, though his hair still looked perfect and nothing about his uniform was out of place. Leo was hoping he could change that by the end of the night.

"Sorry. I got stuck on a staircase." Logan panted, resting his hands on his knees to catch his breath.

Leo laughed at him, though it wasn't unkind. "I thought only the first years got caught on staircases."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm already embarrassed, you don't have to rub it in."

"If you didn't want me to laugh at you, then maybe you shouldn't have told me you got stuck on a staircase as a fifth year."

Logan stood up straight and sent a glare to Leo though the corner of his mouth was twitching. "If I wasn't so late, maybe I could have come up with a better excuse."

Leo raised an eyebrow - or tried to. He wasn't as good as Finn - but didn't say anything. Now that Logan was jutting his chin out in that defiant way all Slytherins did when they defended themselves, Leo could see a hickey peeking out behind the collar of his school shirt. A souvenir from the time spent patrolling the grounds a few nights ago.

He quickly diverted his eyes, hoping Logan didn't notice where he'd been looking, and motioned towards the end of the corridor. "Let's go. Maybe we can get back early if we start now."

Logan nodded, following Leo down the hall and falling into companionable silence. With the way the moon shone through the open arches, and the warm breeze rustled their robes, Leo was reminded of the last time he and Logan had prefect duty together when they'd been outside on a beautiful full moon night, walking the perimeter of the castle. Logan had started talking about Defense Against the Dark Arts, and in turn, Leo started talking about Herbology and the next thing he knew, Logan had him pinned against the castle wall and was whispering directly into his ear. Leo is really cute when he talks about plants, apparently.

The memory made him shiver.

"Are you cold?" Logan dragged him out of his thoughts with the question, already pulling his wand out to cast a heating charm. Leo quickly put a hand on his elbow to stop him.

"Not cold. Just thinking" He stared down at where they were touching for a few seconds more, then let go. He didn't think Logan missed the look with the way he was now smiling at him.

"I was thinking about taking you up on your offer." Logan said after they'd been walking for a few minutes more.

Leo couldn't remember what offer he'd made towards Logan, but he felt his pulse pick up thinking maybe he was going to be dragged into one of the empty classrooms any minute now. At least one could hope.

"And what offer was that?" Leo questioned, looking at Logan from the corner of his eye. He really was beautiful.

"About coming to visit you over the summer, if you still want me to."

Leo paused, which made Logan stop as well though he looked significantly more worried than he did a few minutes ago.

"You want to?"

It was a stupid question, in hindsight. Obviously Logan wanted to since he was the one who brought it up, but when Leo had asked him a week prior Logan seemed like he wanted to avoid the topic forever. Leo thought Logan would send him an owl every other week throughout the summer and call it good. But maybe not.

"Of course I want to. See your hometown, go to a movie theater for the first time."

Logan was smiling, looking like he actually enjoyed the idea of it all.

Leo grinned back. "I could teach you how to drive a car."

There was a noise that came from around the corner, something like a crash, but Logan didn't seem to notice. He stared at Leo like it was the first time he'd seen him.

"You," Logan paused and cleared his throat, "You know how to drive a car?"

Leo laughed, again, oblivious to Logan and his suddenly dry mouth. "I'm muggleborn Lo. Yes, I know how to drive a car."

Logan didn't say anything for a few moments, but Leo was too busy chuckling at the shock on his face anyways. He looked deep in thought, staring at Leo and after a few moments he hastily adjusted his robes and continued down the hall.

"Oi! Where are you going?" Leo called after him. It only took a couple of strides to catch up with Logan's quick walking.

"We need to find an empty broom cupboard. Now."

And after his back had been firmly pressed against the closed door, Leo remembered that he should probably give Logan a heads up about Finn O'Hara dropping by a few times over the summer. Hopefully the two would be friendly with each other.

But he'd think about that later.

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writingontheclouds · 3 years

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can't help falling in love (with you)

For full-goosebumps-on-my-arm-giddy-feeling, play Kina Grannis' ‘Can’t help falling in love with you’ (also featured in Crazy Rich Asians) in the background.

You can thank me later.

Read it on AO3 here.

There were many times that Lily Evans thought she loved James Potter. She wanted to say it, to speak it out and let it be known, so the truth was finally out there in the universe for eternity to come.

It did not, however, start like an epiphany.

Although she will admit, when the first time the thought crossed her mind, it terrified her and her heart almost stopped. It was a cold December night, one of many that brutal winter, so it could have easily been hypothermia, she argued in her mind.

Lily was snuggled up in two blankets, sitting by the fire in the common room after hours, struggling to finish her essay that was due tomorrow and trying to not keep snotting all over it. Professor McGonagall had been kind enough to grant her a much-needed extension, as she battled a bad case of flu, but the work still needed to be done. This essay, this particular gruesome monster of an essay, that was making less sense as she prattled on trying to string comprehensible sentences, was finally due tomorrow. She had tried to bite her pride and let Marlene help her, the girl even offered to write it for her as Lily did not seem to be getting better and refused to stay in the Hospital Wing for longer than 10 minutes, but she had not relented. Even under the weather, she had a morality that didn’t let her do that.

Standon’s hypothesis for transfiguration is a law that describes transfiguration for objects that don’t move to objects that can move to help wizards. She stared at the sentence. She did have the morality but lacked the mental capacity to write English, apparently. She closed her eyes, leaned back on the sofa as another sneeze rattled her body and she rubbed her nose for the hundredth time that evening. It felt like she had rubbed sandpaper all over it, it hurt to even touch now.

She was about to crush the parchment in front of her into a ball and throw it in the fire when the door of the common room opened and she heard two hushed voices. She immediately threw the blankets over her head and tried to sink into the sofa and be as still as humanly possible, so the passerby's thought she was somehow a part of the sofa. She did not want anyone seeing her this way, red-nosed, hair resembling a bird’s nest and prominent dark circles under her eyes.

The voices stopped and there was an eerie silence in the common room. Lily, with her eyes, shut as tightly as possible as if it will somehow make her invisible, counted to 30 and slowly peeked out between her blankets.

James Potter and Remus Lupin were standing in front of her with bemused expressions on their faces. Lily did not think that her face could have turned redder, but apparently, it could. And she did.

“Lily?” Remus said, his head tilting sideways. “You alright?”

“Hi,” She managed to croak, after a beat and cleared her throat. Her throat felt sore.

“Merlin’s pants, Lily, are you okay? You looked like your face took a hit by a bludger,” James asked, shock coloring his face, then concern.

“Yeah yeah, I’m okay, just a little poorly,” She said, waving her hand and shaking it off. “Where have you boys been?” She managed to croak and tried to change the subject.

“Just out and about,” Remus answered, and Lily knew that was all the detail she was going to get about their shenanigans. She would probably experience it in person in a couple of days. She bet it involved some kind of an explosion in a very public setting.

“What time is it?” Lily asked, suddenly realizing it should be really late into the night now.

“Half three, I think.”

“Bugger!” She cursed and sat up straight, the blankets rolling over off her head and settling on her shoulder as she set about rearranging her books and ink pots and parchment, as if this might somehow give her the motivation to finish this assignment.

“Do you need help, Evans?” James asked, as he stepped closer and read the topic on her parchment.

“No, no, you boys go ahead with your scheming,” She said, waving them off as she rubbed her eyes to clear them and fought back a yawn. She then sneezed again so violently that Remus jumped. Lily had noticed that he got jumpier the closer it got to a full moon night, which was now just 2 days away.

“Sorry, Remus,” She said as she rubbed her nose again and tried to blow into a tissue.

“Let us help you, Lily. You’re ill, you should be in the Hospital Wing,” Remus said, as he tried to come closer.

“No! No, Remus, stay there, I don’t want you to catch my germs and become ill. You already look dead on your feet.” She said, stopping him right in his tracks. The last thing the boy needed was to be sick on Full Moon.

“You head up, Moony, and get some sleep,” James insisted. “I’m here,” He said with such an assurance that neither Lily nor Remus thought to argue with that.

She sat on the couch and he sat across the table on the floor, crossed legged, opening books, explaining topics, and bookmarking all the important points she needed to cover. There were theories to cover, limitations to write, methods to jot down and conclusions to be drawn. He didn’t offer to write it for her, or dictate her the answers point-blank. In some funny twist of fate, he knew what she needed at that exact moment and Lily was grateful. James also somehow brought a cheese toast and a hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows floating in it that smelled divine, even to her congested nose.

“Where’d you get these?” She asked as he tried to pass her the hot chocolate. She pulled on the sleeves of her chunky sweater as she held the mug, relishing the warmth it brought to her hands.

“I have ways,” James replied, as he bit into his own cheese toastie.

“James Potter, ever cryptic,” she said, and he just chuckled.

At one point in the morning, James had migrated to the couch and was perched beside her, books open in his lap and pointing to the diagrams as he explained another complication of the theory, his hands moving animatedly alongside as he talked on. Lily gazed at him as he continued, the rotten transfiguration theory long tuned out, as she watched the fire reflected in his glasses, his unruly hair pointing in all directions, and his sharp jawline showing a hint of facial hair. He looked beautiful, she thought, almost dream-like.

“Evans, are you writing this down?” Bright hazel eyes snapped at her and broke her out of her reverie and she startled and tried to concentrate again on Standon’s hypothesis. She felt disgusted with herself; when did she become so lovesick? She could have sworn she saw a hint of a smirk on his face, but she didn’t dare look up to confirm.

Lovesick.

Did it mean- no, of course, it didn’t. She didn’t lo-. No, just no. It’s not possible. She shook her head violently, ignoring the weird look James was probably throwing her and finally resumed writing, thinking that it was probably this flu that was messing with her brain.

...

ii.

She came in to find and congratulate Marlene, that’s her cover story, she told herself. Really, she’s her best friend, who’d doubt her?

Marlene had caught a bad bludger to her leg during the match. In fact, almost everyone on the Gryffindor team had. The Ravenclaw beaters, Bill and Luke, had been completely ruthless, both the players attacking and knocking down one Gryffindor player at a time. She had been furious when she saw Marlene's face scrunched up in pain, yelling profanities. Madam Hooch had called a foul, but that had made the two beaters even more relentless.

She had nearly flung herself onto the pitch when the beaters had caught James between them, smirking at him evilly when they sent bludger after bludger at him. He expertly dodged them; James wasn’t Gryffindor’s star chaser for nothing. He literally looked like sex on a stick… well, broom, in this case. But when James saw Bill and Luke flying after Noah who was speeding after the snitch, he had taken the heat himself. The bludger hit on the side of his stomach and then again one directly at his wrist. But James masked his pain as he maneuvered his broom with one hand, desperately trying to block the beaters path, while Noah successfully caught the snitch. The ground seemed to erupt in a flurry of red and gold as the whole of Gryffindor came spilling onto the pitch.

Lily wanted to congratulate him, he was responsible for most of the points Gryffindor made today. But she couldn’t get through the crowd of people surrounding the team. She didn’t even see Marlene in the crowd before the team disappeared back into the changing rooms. She’d already walked halfway back to the castle with Alice and Dorcas when she realized she should have made sure Marlene was okay. But when she couldn’t find her in the women’s changing room, she had contemplated trying the men’s. Not that Marlene would be there, but James might be.

Now that she saw he was barefoot, wearing his quidditch trousers and water dripping down from his hair, she realized she might not have thought this through. He must have just come out of the shower. But that’s not why she’s dumbfounded, unable to draw her eyes away from the sight in front of her.

He was shirtless. Merlin help her, a shirtless James Potter was standing in front of her, wrapping a white bandage around his left wrist. When he finally noticed someone in the doorway, he squinted, trying to see without his glasses. “Lily?"

“Hi James,” She said, nervously as she takes him all in. He promptly put on his glasses which were lying on top of his pile of clothes.

“Hey!” He said all smiles as he continued with the bandage. As if having a blushing female gaze at him shirtless was a regular occurrence. She could see the nasty bruise starting to blossom as he wrapped the bandage expertly, covering half of his palm and his wrist. The sight was somehow so bewitching. When she regained her composure, she realized that he was looking at her expectantly. Merlin’s pants, what did he say?

“Uhmm.. what?” She managed to stammer. Her mouth felt unnaturally dry.

“I asked what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in the common room celebrating?”

“Shouldn’t you?” She countered, completely forgetting she came in here for Marlene.

“We took quite a hit today. I just wanted to be alone for a bit.”

“But we won.”

“Yeah, but I need to change my strategy to defend ruthless buggers like Bill and Luke. Thought I’ll think about it while it was still fresh in my mind."

“Oh.” She said, mentally screaming at James to just put on a damn shirt so she can stop looking so confounded.

“That looks like a nasty one,” She added, motioning to another bruise that was starting to blossom on the left side of his abdomen.

“Eh, I’ve had worse.” He said, shrugging it away and sitting down now to put on some socks and shoes.

“I know, last year right?”

“I’m surprised you remember,” He said, looking up at her, eyes lighting up.

“The whole of Gryffindor probably does. You gave us all multiple cardiac arrests.” She said remembering the brutal match with Slytherin last year where a bad blunger caught James smack in the middle of his chest, knocking him off his broom and falling straight to the ground. He suffered from a broken arm, multiple broken ribs, and bruises and cuts covering every inch of visible skin. Even Madam Pomfrey was worried he might not make it, but somehow James had pulled through, waking up 6 days later while complaining about the bricks for pillows they had in the hospital wing that smelled like Sirius’ feet.

He blushed and got up, picking up a towel and running it through his hair. Merlin, he was trying to give her a cardiac arrest again, she was absolutely positive about it. But looking at him at that moment, she thought about warm summer mornings and that she wouldn't mind waking up to him coming fresh out of a shower like this. She blushed at the thought and felt her cheeks growing warmer, as her mind took an unexpected sexual turn.

His bandage had come undone, and he was fiddling with it again. Lily walked towards him, trying to look unperturbed by his shiftlessness. It was really unbecoming of a witch, and she was trying with all her might to ignore it now, while she said, “Here, let me.”

Without waiting for his reply, she took his bandaged hand and started to wrap it properly. She was so close to him that she could feel the heat radiating off of him and smell his shampoo. It smelled of eucalyptus. And mint. It made her swoon. Lily could feel his eyes on her. He was not exactly the king of subtlety, but if he still fancied her, he had kept it to himself lately. Though her hands were trembling with nervous energy, she managed to tie the bandage up securely within minutes.

“There you go,” she said, withdrawing her hands from his, her fingers still tingling from where it had made contact with his skin.

“Uhh.. yeah..” He stammered, looking down at his hand. “Thanks.”

She hums a nod in return.

“Great job today though, captain!” She said, grinning, punching him playfully in the arm, trying to douse the electricity between them.

He returned her grin, blushing again, his bandaged hand automatically reaching out to mess his hair at the back of his head. She realized it’s a nervous gesture, but it came off as so innocent and pure, like a little boy blushing at the thought of his first crush. “Thanks, Lil."

“Now, let’s go back to the castle. You deserve a victory party. Strategize tomorrow.” She said, turning around and walking towards the doorway. She turned back to glance at him, waiting for him to follow.

“Uhh yeah.” He said, picking up his Gryffindor jersey and a jacket, putting it on quickly, and following behind her.

She walked quickly out of the changing rooms and stopped short as she realized it was pouring outside. She really should have brought an umbrella; England’s weather was so unpredictable.

James was unperturbed though, he walked out into the rain, conjuring an umbrella wide enough for two people from his wand, and held out his arm to her.

“C’mon, it’s just rain.” He said, grinning from ear to ear. She grinned back and entangled her arm through his. They walked through the rain together, shoulders rubbing, talking, and giggling.

...

iii.

It was Christmas Eve and she couldn’t sleep. Lily lay awake in her bed staring at the window, tracing the path of the moon in the sky. Across the dormitory, her friends Marlene, Dorcas, Mary, and Jane slept peacefully in their beds, a Christmas stocking hanging from each of their beds. Dorcas was even snoring lightly. Lily scowled at her predicament, feeling jealous of their peace. Then felt terrible about feeling jealous because what kind of a friend was she, really.

This year she wanted to celebrate Christmas, her last Christmas here at Hogwarts with her friends. They’d had a great time; midnight kitchen runs to get hot chocolates now that James and Sirius had shown them the secret entrance to the kitchens, late-night gossip sessions, Witch Weekly’s quizzes that left them in splits, and a few study sessions here and there too but mostly just making the most of the little time they had left at Hogwarts.

She looked at her bedside clock again. It had barely been 20 minutes since she last saw it but it felt like hours. She looked at the new copy of Little Women sitting on her bedside table and got up from her bed. Moving silently, she shrugged on the thickest shrug she could find, put on cozy mismatched socks, and trudged downstairs to the common room, the book hugging to her chest. She scanned the common room, grateful that it was empty but then she spotted someone sitting in the armchair beside the fire, only a mop of messy black hair visible.

“James?” She asked. She could recognize that messy head anywhere. He startled like a deer caught in headlights and looked up at her. She could see the thoughts he was drowning in a second ago ebbing out of his eyes as he came back to the present. “Hey Lil, what are you doing up so late?"

“Couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’ll read,” Lily replied, turning the book around in her hand so he could read the title, plopped down on the couch beside the armchair, and tucked her feet up to get cozy.

“Little Women?” He said, cocking his head to the right to read the title on her book clearly.

“Yes, it’s a family tradition. We read it every Christmas.” Lily exclaimed as a matter-of-fact.

Her mother used to read to them from her own copy of Little Women every Christmas. This tradition had continued, without fail, every year. The last 6 years when she went back home for Christmas, her mum, Petunia, and Lily curled up near the fireplace as she read the story to them. Her mom's voice was made for narration. It was one of Lily’s fondest memories of home, she could just picture the 4 girls running about the house. It was also one of the only few times where Petunia and her would get along anymore, they both knew this time was sacred.

“What’s it about?” He asked, walking up to the couch and sitting next to Lily.

“You don’t know Little Women? It’s a classic! Every kid knows about it.” Lily said jumping, mortified that someone didn’t know about the story. Then she realized wizards are not really exposed to Muggle literature. They were really missing out.

“I kind of grew up on Tales of Beedle the Bard, Quidditch Through The Ages kind of thing.”

“Oh yeah, sorry. I forget sometimes.”

“No worries, what’s it about?” He asked again, plucking the book from Lily’s hand, turning it over, and reading the synopsis on the back.

“It’s a story about 4 sisters - Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy and how they grow up after the Civil War in America. It’s about societal expectations, living in poverty, breaking the patriarchy, and all. It’s a classic, in Muggle literature. My mom used to read it to Tuney and me every Christmas by the fire. It’s one of my favorite memories.” She babbled, smiling fondly at the memory.

“Hmm, I’ve never read any Muggle book before. How DO they grow up?” He asks, one eyebrow raised, handing the book back to her.

“Oh no. I don’t give away spoilers. You gotta read it to find out,” Lily said, smirking at him.

“I’m assuming you’ve read this about a thousand times?” James asked, teasing.

“I’ve heard it read a lot of times. Since we were little. I’ve never actually read it myself.”

“Does that count as reading, though? Listening to a book?”

“Of course it does!” Lily exclaimed, offended by the idea.

“I’m only teasing!” James said, surprised by her sudden outburst. “How about I read it to you?” James asked, suddenly.

Lily stopped short. “And why in Merlin would you do that?”

“Dunno. Nowhere else to be, nothing else to do, I suppose.”

Lily chuckled and shook her head, dismissing the idea, knowing he was just teasing her again. She was about to completely ignore his presence now and start reading the book when it suddenly disappeared from her hand.

“Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.” James enunciated. “I absolutely agree with you, Jo,” James added, before resuming. “It’s so dreadful to be poor!” sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress."

“James..” Lily whispered, putting a hand on his arm to stop him, suddenly unsure of what she was going to say. She just couldn’t fathom that he would that for her. He stopped reading and looked at her.

“You said it’s tradition, right? Can’t have you breaking it.”

“Wouldn’t have pegged you one for traditions.” She said, incredulous, with a small playful smile.

“I’m nothing, if not traditional Evans.” He said shyly and flicked her nose playfully. He cleared his throat and made a big show of returning to his place in the book. “Ah, where were we now?”

“I don’t think it’s fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things, and the other girls nothing at all,” added little Amy, with an injured sniff. We’ve got Father and Mother, and each other,” said Beth contentedly from her corner."

She looked at him at that moment, and she swears her heart actually swelled. Throwing all caution and boundaries to the wind, and ignoring that growing endearment that she felt for James at that moment, she picked up his arm, putting it around her, and snuggled in so close to his side so there was absolutely no space left. She put her head on his shoulder and tucking her head all the way into the crook of his neck.

James, without breaking his narration, immediately rested his cheek on her head, with his arm resting by her waist the book in between them now, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for him to do. Like it was rehearsed and perfected between them over years.

He read till his throat was sore. Lily doesn’t remember when she fell asleep. It was probably somewhere around when Laurie and Jo went ice-skating, or when they were both somehow more tangled with each other than before. If she was being honest, she had trouble concentrating on what James was saying. His scent was enveloping her, she could feel his heartbeat through the layers of his sweaters. She tried to match her heartbeat to his, to calm herself down, closing her eyes and letting the warmth of James wash all over her.

She wondered when she had started noticing James; when his silhouette became a little more pronounced in her vision and when he started taking up more space in her mind. It was like little bits of knowledge she had added to her mental James bucket. She knew now that he preferred tea over coffee. Apparently, he did not need the caffeine to provide him with energy as he had enough on his own. She also knew he almost never stood still, his legs would be jiggling, or he’d be running his hand through his hair or fiddling with something in his hand. She knew he got little crinkles by his eyes when he smiled and he was absolutely blind without his glasses and he loved to fly on his broom in the rain.

But in her half-asleep haze, she most certainly does remember a sudden silence in the room, an envelope of quiet, then a kiss so gentle on top of her head as if she was made out of glass so delicate that would crack at the smallest touch. In truth, Lily realized suddenly, that she didn’t mind being lovesick. Especially if it was for James Potter.

She remembers hearing James’ voice one last time before sleep beckoned her.

“Merry Christmas, Lily."

...

iv.

She isn’t sure what made her walk all the way to the astronomy tower that particular night. She argued that it was such a beautiful night and she wanted to watch the stars and get some time alone with her thoughts, but it definitely wasn’t because she might find James alone there.

Though when Kyle Sullivan turned up for their nightly rounds instead of James, she was visibly deflated. She had come to relish these walks with him where he would recount stories of his childhood, his mum and dad, and 3 loonies that had become his family (his words, not Lily’s). So when the 6th year Hufflepuff showed up out of his breath, she was confused. James had apparently needed a night off and would owe Kyle one for this, so the Hufflepuff gladly replaced him. Having the Head Boy owe you one was certainly a great incentive.

She refused to believe that she had resorted to sneakily vying information out of Sirius later in the common room, pretending to be angry, when she actually was bummed. Absolutely not. If he was off trying to pull a prank, Lily as a Head Girl was obligated to put a stop to it and give him a week’s worth of detention and eat his ear off about his head duties.

“James likes to sulk at a certain height.” Sirius had chuckled, not taking his eyes off off the game of wizard chess he was playing with Peter. Lily had just hummed nonchalantly and marched back to her dormitory. After the common room had emptied not half an hour later, she had grabbed a shawl and ventured out. She convinced herself that she was on her way to give Potter an earful for staying out of the tower after hours and that he should not abuse his Head Boy position, but all that somehow vanished when she reached the top of the astronomy tower.

He sat with his back towards her, leaning back on his hands behind him and legs dangling off. He didn’t even turn to look who it was. She was not exactly quiet while coming up.

“James?” Lily said quietly, not wanting to break the silence of the night with her voice.

James glanced at his right for a beat, acknowledging her presence, but said nothing. She stood there, a little discouraged by his apathetic reaction and hesitated. There was once a time when he would automatically perk up when she entered the room, his eyes stealing glances at her throughout the day as if he tried to make sure she was real, sometimes. She used to hate that, despised that attention, but now, she found herself missing it. She sure was vain, she thought to herself. It shouldn’t bother her this much.

When he didn’t say anything for a long while, she turned to leave, thinking he truly wanted to be alone when he spoke.

“Can you believe it that tomorrow’s the last match I’ll ever play on these grounds?” He said quietly, head nodding towards the quidditch grounds barely visible in the distance.

She didn’t know what to say, so she stayed silent. Instead, she walked over to him and sat down beside him, legs dangling off the edge just like him. She didn't look at him, just kept her eyes trained on the distant grounds.

“I used to dream about playing for my house team. Just like Mum. She was a beater for the Gryffindor team back in her day.” He continued and Lily finally looked at him. He looked like he was deep in thought, but Lily could spy a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“Feels like I blinked and the 7 years at Hogwarts have come to an end. We’ll leave this place soon, and..” He looked down at his hands, the thumb of his left hand now rubbing the palm of his right hand. There was a ring there, with a faint P scribbled in an elegant scroll. “…and childhood’s over. We’ll have to be adults now. I’ve always thought I’ll be happy to leave Hogwarts, to make something of myself and make a difference with the war that’s going on, but right now…” He sighed, and finally looked at her. “I just want to be a child again.” It came out as a whisper. Lily thought she saw the barest hint of tears in his eyes but he looked down again.

Lily had rarely seen James this way. She’d seen him smiling coyly, grinning proudly as they set off another dung bomb, amused at Sirius, laughing so hard that he fell from the sofa but she’d never seen James Potter sad. Not once in the last 6 years and she’d lived in close proximity with the boy. And right now, she had absolutely no idea what to say to make him feel better. She tried to ignore the ache she felt in her heart seeing him this way, but it was demanding to be felt.

Suddenly, something took over her. Maybe she related to how he felt and dreamed about summer beach vacations in France as a child with her family again, or maybe it was an eagerness to see him smile again, that she slid her hand into his and entwined their fingers. Her thumb ran slowly on the back of his hand, and he looked at her, and she smiled and said “Me too.” When he smiled back, she could hear the beating of her own heart like someone was banging a drum in the background, the vibrations traveling to her very bones as the truth slowly and steadily seeped inside of her, taking over the veins and settled in every nook and cranny of her body.

It was like suddenly, something in the world shifted. Like something old and rusted yet familiar finally sliding into place. And suddenly, she wasn’t sure why she waited so long. She had spent almost a year battling her own feelings, burying them so deep and hoping it would get crushed under the weight of the other things in her life. When she saw glimpses of that love, of the potential of loving someone so deeply, it scared her. Because to love someone that deeply also means to be that vulnerable. She’d lost enough in her life and she didn’t think that she could survive losing James too.

But at this moment, when she was looking at him in the eyes, all she wanted to do was love him. So that’s what she did.

Lily closed the distance between them, stopping only when their lips were a hair’s breadth away from each other. She could smell mint on him, hear his sudden ragged breathing. They stayed like that for a moment, breaths mingling and noses touching and she waited as if asking for his permission. James put one hand on her cheek and pulled her towards himself, their mouths finally colliding.

And it was glorious. Kissing James Potter felt glorious. It felt so natural to be doing so that she wondered why didn’t she do it before. She could have saved herself a lot of sleepless nights and mental arguing that nearly drove her crazy.

When they finally broke apart, James chuckled, blushing, and said, “I was waiting for you to do that..”

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helloo. would it be possible for you to write a #1 fantasy prompt for kuroo please? ♡ congratulations by the way ^^

aaa finally a fantasy one !! thank you luvie <3

the brightest witch of her time

( hogwarts!au because harry potter is a fantasy novel you can’t say otherwise )

brightest witch of her time. kuroo tetsurou let out a scoff as he watched ravenclaw’s most famous and well-respected student scurry back and forth inside the library carrying a mountain of books. it’s not like him to actually hate a fellow student, especially someone in his year. but oh boy, do you get in his nerves.

to be fair, he did feel a little guilty for hating you without your knowledge. however, the thought of him being guilty with you as the reason made him weirdly angrier. he concluded that it was probably his superiority complex acting up. as a gryffindor, he did need to protect his pride as much as possible, and his competitiveness is obviously drilled down deep in his nature.

“you’re gonna poke a hole on her body. stop glaring.” kozume kenma, his best friend and also one of the students from gryffindor, reprimanded him in a hushed tone. tetsurou rolled his eyes. “oh i wish a hole would grow on her body.”

kenma sighed, closed the book he was reading and faced his friend with a scowl. “what did y/n even do to you?”

tetsurou pursed his lips and finally looked away from you. “i have no idea. she’s just annoying.” kenma then turned to get a glimpse of your busy little figure and gave a soft chuckle. “i don’t get it.”

“yeah, you never will.” tetsurou whined and forced himself to focus on his textbook about healing potions and whatnot. the thought of severus snape whacking his head for turning in a half-assed essay was enough to snap him back to reality and continue studying.

you and tetsurou used to have a civil relationship. with ravenclaw and gryffindor having an enormous amount of classes together during their first few years at hogwarts, it was only natural for the two houses to form unlikely friendships with each other. it was no doubt that ravenclaw students are exceptionally intelligent, they are known for that trait after all. that nature had caused an inevitable yet somewhat healthy competition between the two houses that used essays, homeworks, and exams as criteria to determine which house is actually better in academics. the punishment was the losing house gets to give their points to the other house.

surprisingly, the results varied a lot. gryffindor would take the lead for one subject, and then suddenly during the next one, ravenclaw would overtake them. the system was like that, and everyone loved some competition and it motivated them to work harder, especially tetsurou who was named as the smartest gryffindor of his year.

take note, smartest gryffindor. not smartest hogwarts student. not smartest wizard. just the most intelligent person in his house and more specifically, in his year.

you, despite the varying results of the ravenclaw versus gryffindor academic competition, were the only consistent thing in the said system. you always, always got the highest marks for essays, exams, and homework no matter what the subject. and it annoyed tetsurou. because no matter how hard he tried, no matter how many all-nighters he pulled, he was always nowhere near to beating you.

the annoyance bubbled into hatred once he started hearing your nickname: the brightest witch of your time. he was very much jealous of the fact that each and every educator in hogwarts acknowledged your skills. hell, even snape, head of the slytherin house, infamous for his unreasonable actions towards his students that are not from his house, had favored you because you were just that good. tetsurou then spent the following years just trying to compete with you (he even joined the quidditch team and got in as a seeker, but his interest quickly dissipated when he realized you weren’t even interested in playing quidditch).

despite being just one spot below you in academics, he still remained number one in terms of popularity, and oh boy did he take pride in that.

“hey, tetsu.” a chirpy girl from slytherin suddenly greeted him while he was chilling in front of the fireplace in the gryffindor common room.

“how did you get in here?” he smirked and reached out to plant a kiss on the girl, to which she giggled flirtatiously in response. tetsurou felt kenma roll his eyes beside him, but paid no attention to the pudding-haired boy and continued making out with the girl (whose name he doesn’t even remember).

“i have my ways.” she replied in a muffled and out-of-breath tone, showing a hint of exhaustion from tetsurou’s intense kiss.

“you’re naughty, ain’t ya?”

the two of them continued flirting until kenma suddenly spoke.

“oh? y/n.”

tetsurou’s head snapped towards kenma’s direction. “what about her?”

“why are you so worked up?” kenma narrowed his eyes as he gave the slytherin girl a disgusted expression. “she’s walking towards the forbidden forest.” he explained and pointed outside the window. and lo and behold, you were there, walking in the dark without any care in the world with a small light emitting from your wand.

“what?!” tetsurou was now standing up, dropping the girl sitting on his lap. she clicked her tongue and attempted to return to their original position, but failed because tetsurou suddenly dashed outside the common room.

“ugh, that bitch.” she mumbled under her breath, gritting her teeth.

“you know kuroo doesn’t even know you, right?” kenma told her, not even giving her a glance as he flipped through his book. the girl grunted in response and left, fuming.

tetsurou’s sweat was covering his field of vision, but he found himself running as fast as he can, not even thinking about what kind of punishment lies beyond him and you once the teachers find out you were out during the night.

he then found you on the entrance of the forest, your wand still emitting the same small light. he panted, putting his hands on his knees.

“oi, y/n! what the hell are you doing out here?” he yelled. you immediately turned around to face him, and he noticed you turned pale once you realized someone was there with you.

“none of your business, kuroo.” you snapped.

tetsurou felt his frustration bubble up because of your reply. “wow, rude much?”

“just leave me alone.”

“jeez, suit yourself.” tetsurou snapped back and turned to walk away. he walked for about five steps and when he turned around, you were suddenly gone. it’s as if you were air or something. “what the fuck..” he muttered. there was no sign of you anywhere. he composed himself and went to follow you inside the forbidden forest.

he took out his wand and muttered “lumos.” as he walked in a straight line, trying to find any sign of your presence. his wand lit up, but his hands were still shaking in nervousness. going into the forbidden forest was not allowed because the forest can literally kill you, and the all of the hogwarts students are aware of this fact, so why the hell is tetsurou risking his life looking for you?

he walked for about another ten minutes when he heard galloping. what the fuck, centaurs?! he frantically tried to remember any kind of offensive and defensive spells he learned in class and hid behind a tree, his heart rate increasing as the galloping sound became nearer and clearer.

“hey, hey, it’s okay. calm down.” he heard a sweet female voice say. he angled his position to get a glimpse of the person who owned the voice and let out a sigh of relief when he noticed that the voice came from you. his eyes widened as you reached your hand to touch the most beautiful, most peaceful, most elegant creature tetsurou has ever seen. its skin was pure gold, and its hair was very, very soft like clouds. the creature emitted an angelic yet somehow intense aura which spiked his curiousity even further.

he walked towards you and the creature quietly, despite trying his hardest not to make his presence known. you snapped, still not moving your hand away from the creature and turned around with your wand pointing out towards tetsurou. you cursed under your breath and let out a sigh of relief when the light of your wand flashed into his familiar face. you did not acknowledge his presence any further and continued petting the horse-like animal, but tetsurou didn’t care. he reached out his hand as well and much to his happiness, the creature did not move away.

“what are you?” he found himself asking the creature, of course, it did not respond. it was worth a try, he thought, chuckling to himself. he heard you giggle slightly when you heard his question. “it’s a unicorn.” you answered. “this one’s a baby, though. i wonder where his parents are.”

“where’s the horn?” he asked once more, this time looking at you.

“like i said, it’s a baby.”

he wondered how you knew about that information, but shrugged it off after realizing you are the most intelligent student in hogwarts. “you could get in trouble for this.” he stated in a matter-of-fact tone. you scowled, still not meeting his eyes. “no shit, sherlock. it’s called the forbidden forest for a reason.”

he clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. “i’m just saying. jeez, why are you here anyway?” he asked in a rhetoric manner. the two of you stood in silence for a few seconds, admiring the golden unicorn, before you spoke again.

“i go here because i want to see them for myself.” you said with a serious expression. tetsurou was surprised because you actually answered his question, but remained silent as a cue for you to continue. “it’s fun learning about a few of them in class and all, but i want to see the real ones. the dangerous ones. the creatures we’re not allowed to see. i want to learn.”

tetsurou was astonished. for the first time since he met you, he understood why people were calling you the brightest witch of your time. it wasn’t just about your memorization skills or your talents in uttering spells and making potions, it was also your hunger for new information. your need to learn about the unknown, about the things hogwarts had purposely left out in its curriculum. he looked down, a pang of guilt striking through his chest as he remembered what malicious things he had said, thought, and felt about you. tetsurou was so goddamn wrong about you, and he hated that. a part of him wished you were just the annoying ravenclaw he always knew, but it was refreshing to know that in some way, you were more than that.

he sighed, and as he did, he finally caught your attention and you looked up at him. “what?” you narrowed your eyes.

“just..” he paused. “the next time you come here, tell me, okay?”

you gave him a suspicious look. “why? you’re not going to tell on me? you know telling someone would cost ravenclaw a lot of points, right? and gryffindor would finally win house cup?” you asked, not trusting him one bit.

“i wanna learn more.” he simply said. “and being a snitch is petty. i’d rather beat you fair and square.”

you didn’t answer but instead just laughed in response. the two of stayed there for a good five minutes until finally returning back to the dorms. before the two of you parted ways, you stopped in your tracks and faced him once more.

“meet me there thirty minutes after dinner everyday.” you just said and ran off to your own common room. he just stood there, shocked at what you just did. when he came back to his senses, he smiled to himself. with finally having something to look forward to for the first time in years, he walked back to his room with a spring in his step.

“you look chipper.” kenma said as tetsurou finally reached his dorm room.

“do you know that a baby unicorn’s skin is gold?” he asked, grinning.

“i did not know that.” kenma replied rather nonchalantly.

“yeah, me neither.”

this took a long time to finish bc i can’t remember jack shit about harry potter but i wanted to push the gryffindor!kuroo agenda so much. hope you liked this! requests for 100-follower special is still open. see this for more info!

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snitchdorada · 4 years

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¡Hola, chicos! Traté de orientarme con los dibujos y fan arts que vi de Ravenclaw, pero el espacio era un poco pequeño para poder hacerlo tal como quería. De todas maneras espero que les haya gustado y ya saben que también esta disponible en mi canal de YouTube el Speed Build en donde pueden ver con mucho más detalle la sala común de Ravenclaw. 💙

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ilona-burke · 3 years

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Is that ILONA BURKE stepping out into Diagon Alley? Ministry records tell us that they were born on NOVEMBER 5TH and are a THIRTY-ONE year old, PUREBLOOD who works as the CO-OWNER OF BORGIN & BURKES. Some have said that they can be described as being OBSERVANT, LOYAL & RELIABLE, however, they also see themselves as being UN-TRUSTING, VIOLENT & UNTABLE. Apparently, SHE looks a lot like EVA GREEN, whoever that is, and if they had to pick a side in the war, they would choose to JOIN THE DEATH EATERS.

Full Name: Ilona Catelina Avery Burke Name Origin: Ilona is a Magyar (Hungarian) female given name, the traditional name of the Queen of the Faeries in Magyar folklore. Of Hungarian origin, Ilona is said to mean Sun Ray, Shining Light, and/or The Bright One. A common myth is that Ilona is cognate with the Greek given name Helen, meaning that it also carries the connotation of Beautiful because of the beauty of Helen of Troy. Catelina is of Greek origin and means Pure. Nicknames: 'Lo, however there are very few people who are allowed to use nicknames. Age: Thirty-One Birthday: 5th November, Scorpio Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Married, though it’s not common knowledge Patronus: One upon a time it would have taken the form of a Hawk, but Ilona can no longer produce a corporeal or non-corporeal Patronus Boggart: Ilona’s Boggart comes in the forms of failure and of death, depending on the situation. Seeing her mother and father returned to her as Inferi would be the most common. Wand Type: 11", Hazel Wood, with a Veela Hair core. Occupation: Co-Owner of Borgin & Burkes Affiliation: The Death Eaters - Marked Key Information: Please see below the cut

𝘼𝙎𝙎𝙊𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎 / 𝘼𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙎 ;; blood red lipstick and painted black nails, dark clothing and an even darker mind, ‘perhaps it has always been there, this thing, this demon inside me’, holding hands with the person you’re handcuffed to, royal blue and silver, heels that make you walk proudly, bruised knuckles and blood stained clothing. mirrors long covered up with white dustsheets, ‘you and me and the devil makes three’.

𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙉𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎 ;; can be found by clicking here

𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝘽𝙊𝘼𝙍𝘿 ;; can be found by clicking here

𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀𝙎 ;; The sound of heavy rain hitting the windows, thunderstorms, going for walks in the dead of the night, when plans come together perfectly, ancient tombs and artefacts, saying things with the sole purpose of scaring people.

𝘿𝙄𝙎𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀𝙎 ;; Mirrors, confined spaces, hospitals, parties being thrown for her, any kind of function even though she still chooses to attend them, people standing right behind her.

𝙎𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙎 / 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙐𝙄𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙁𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙎 ;; Ilona has a plethora of scars across her body, with the most prominent being the large one that covers her left shoulder and down her back to the bottom of her shoulder blade. Al of her scars, however, are always hidden with concealment charms. Distinguishing features include the Dark Mark, which she obviously keeps hidden at all times.

𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙔 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙐𝙋𝘽𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙂 ;; The youngest child, Ilona is the only daughter of the late Edmund and Irina Burke. Along with her brother Velkan, there was never any competition for their parents affections while growing up. Each sibling had their own merits, and unlike many other Pureblood families with multiple children, they were loved equally by both their mother and their father. Being a family of the Sacred Twenty Eight, the Burke’s insured that their children grew up knowing exactly what it meant to be true Purebloods, and so it is no surprise that Ilona shares many of the views of the other notable families.

Happy families do not always remain that way, however. By the time that Ilona was eighteen years old, both her mother and father were deceased and the girl’s entire life had been turned upside down. Gripped by grief, she became unstable, and for her own safety she landed herself a room in St Mungo’s for sometime before she was released in to the care of an old family friend, Henry Dashwood, who has long since become not only her guardian, but one of the few people that she can trust the most.

Despite it being widely believed that she is just as ‘insane as her mother was’, Ilona has just been left with a lot of unresolved issues after the death of her parents. Most of the time she can internalize it, but sometimes it just isn’t that easy.

𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝙊𝙂𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙎 ;; Although both the Burke siblings were sorted in to Ravenclaw house, Ilona has always felt that perhaps she would have been better suited in Slytherin. She is cunning and has learned exactly how to get what she wants, whether it means doing it herself or by getting someone else to do it for her. Ilona didn’t particularly enjoy her time at Hogwarts, given the death of her father when she was in her third year, but she was still able to leave with top marks in most of her exams.

𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙍 ;; Even from a young age, there was no doubt that Ilona was going to be the one to get the keys to Borgin & Burkes when the time came. Growing up, she spent many hours under the watchful eyes of her father, reading and studying the various ancient items that were passed over the counter. While her brother would occasionally help out from time to time, Ilona thrived, so when she was well enough to do so, she took the helm for her families half of the business.

𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙍 ;; The loss of her parents unlocked a deep anger within Ilona, and for a long time she wanted nothing but revenge. It was around this time that Lord Voldemort had caught wind of her potential, and it wasn’t long before he was able to recruit her in to the ranks of the Death Eaters, convincing her that he could offer her a way to channel her rage that would help not only her, but a cause much bigger than she was alone.

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letsgoravendors · 4 years

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Caught Red-Handed

Summary: Anne Boleyn was definitely not a Prefect. But perhaps that was given away by the fact that she was breaking into the potions classroom to “borrow” some ingredients. And she might’ve gotten away with it if it wasn’t for a certain Ravenclaw Prefect.

A/N: Heres a Parrlyn fluff Hogwarts AU, enjoy!

You can also read it on ao3 here

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The stone corridors of the Hogwarts castle were uncharacteristically silent. Each hallway was vacant, the lanterns were the only thing keeping the castle from descending into darkness. Normally, silver moonlight would stream through the windows, but that night, clouds that promised rain blanketed the sky.

But for Anne Boleyn, it didn’t matter if it was broad daylight or pitch black, she knew the castle like the back of her hand; both the known and unknown passageways that ran through it.

The seventh-year girl swiftly made her way down the dungeon halls, her Slytherin robes flapping quietly accompanied by the soft padding of her feet and her long hair swishing being the only sounds.

Boleyn’s timing was dead on as there were no teachers wandering the halls at this time of night—around 11 o’clock. Of course, she had learned this from experience. Anne would often take evening “strolls” through the castle, usually to make a stop at the kitchens to grab a midnight snack. Occasionally she would visit the Hufflepuff common room to hang out with her cousin, Kitty, but she had already been caught by Jane, the head girl, twice that month and didn’t feel like talking with Professor Sprout again. (“Anne, it doesn’t matter if we’re friends or not, you can’t keep sneaking in here to play Exploding Snaps with Kat.”)

The only thing she really had to avoid were the prefects since they would make their rounds around this time. And perhaps it was the fact that Anne was sneaking out of her common room at this late hour that made it clear she wasn’t a prefect. As if Boleyn would be caught dead with that badge pinned on her robes, she hated the idea of students in her same year snitching on her.

Already being in the dungeon made her task of getting to Snape’s potion class that much easier. Even though Severus Snape was head of her house, she detested him and the feeling was mutual. That’s why Anne didn’t feel the slightest tinge of guilt for planning to sneak in and “borrowing” some of his ingredients.

She had been dared by a few of her friends to get the last couple ingredients for the potion they were concocting, and since the Boleyn girl was never one to back down from a challenge, there she was, sneaking through the castle.

Finally, Anne reached the potions class and retrieved her wand from her robe pocket, ready to cast the ‘Alohamora’ spell. Just as she brought the tip of her wand to the lock, she was interrupted by a noise behind her; someone’s throat clearing.

It was rather quiet and subtle, but in the still air of the castle, it stuck out like a sore thumb. Anne didn’t need to turn around to know who the sound belonged to.

“Hey, Cathy,” The smirk could be heard in her tone as she spun around to meet the girl standing there, her face gently illuminated by the torchlight. “Whatcha doin’ up so late?”

Anne’s humor seemed to brush past the Ravenclaw prefect as she continued to glare at her.

“You’re out past curfew.” Catherine reminded her, ignoring her question entirely—which Anne thought was a bit rude.

“Really? I must’ve lost track of time, I just got out of the library from studying.” Boleyn lied smoothly, though she knew it wasn’t going to fool Cathy. The prefect knew her too well. But Anne found it amusing to tease the Ravenclaw girl like this.

“At 11:30?”

“Yup—“ Anne said, popping the ‘p’, “I guess I’ll just be heading back to my dorm now, should probably get some sleep.” The Slytherin feigned a yawn and stretch, but a quick glance out of the corner of her eye made it clear Catherine wasn’t buying it.

“Really?” Scoffed Cathy, “because it looked like you were trying to break into the potions classroom.”

“Huh, weird,” Anne drawled, turning on her heels to look back at the door then faked an expression of pure shock. “Wait! Wouldja look at that! This isn’t the Slytherin dormitory. Haha, silly me.” She then added a palm slap to her forehead for good measure.

“Well, thank you, Cathy Parr, for point out my embarrassing mistake. I guess I’ll just be going no—“

“Not so fast, Anne.” Though Boleyn could’ve easily run in the opposite direction, the serious look in Cathy’s brown eyes glued her to the floor.

“You aren’t going to report me, are you Cath?” Anne questioned, a teasing tone lacing his voice as she walked closer to the prefect. Now she was able to make out Parr’s appearance clearly, dark curly hair framed her face perfectly and her dark olive skin seemed to glow in the lantern light. Anne felt the strong urge to reach out and play with one of her wavy strands but ultimately resisted. The timing didn’t seem appropriate.

“Being my girlfriend doesn’t give you the privilege to disregard school rules.” Catherine chided, her arms crossed but Anne couldn’t help but let a smile grow on her lips as Parr referred to her as her “girlfriend.” It wasn’t anything new, they had been dating since the fifth year, but every time Cathy would call her that it made the brunette’s stomach flip and a sense of pride would wash over her.

Even after two years, she couldn’t believe that Cathy was really hers and that she truly loved her back, but remarkably, somehow she did and Anne was the happiest person alive because of that.

Anne groaned, “but it should.” At this, the Slytherin noted Catherine’s lips that lifted up slightly, something that would’ve gone unnoticed by any other person. But Anne had learned over the years that Cathy was never one for expressing her emotions in a big way, so it was reading the little actions that she had become a master at.

“Did you really think one of your lame excuses would get you out of this?” Catherine wondered, a trace of amusement in her voice now.

“How dare you call my excuses ‘lame’!” Faking a look of hurt and betrayal, Anne’s hand flew to her chest as if she had been shot. Cathy let out a chuckle at her dramatics.

Instead of answers, Cathy mimicked Anne’s voice, “‘Oh I forgot my common room wasn’t on the third floor’.” Boleyn wouldn’t admit it, but the impression was pretty good.

Anne scoffed, “That didn’t sound anything like me.” The Slytherin girl looked down, pretending to pout as she fiddled with the front hem of her girlfriend’s robe.

“Well, you’re lucky Aragon didn’t catch you,” Anne hummed, waiting for her to continue, “She’s been dying to get you back since you tricked her into eating those U-No-Poo’s at Halloween.” Catherine Aragon was the other Gryffindor prefect. And even though she was Anne’s favorite person to play pranks on, she considered Aragon a good friend.

Boleyn snickered at memory. The look of Aragon’s face when Anne had said she bought the candies at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes was so priceless she wished she’d had a camera.

Anne met the shorter girl’s gaze again and noticed the soft, loving look Cathy was sending. It seemed out of place for someone who was reprimanding her.

“She’s still mad about that? C’mon, it was a month ago, I was young a stupid back then.” Anne trailed off, sarcasm laced her tone as she tried to hide the mischievous smile on her lips.

“Oh, like you’ve gotten so mature, this is the second time I’ve caught you breaking curfew in the past two weeks,” Parr added, giving the brunette a reproachful look. “You could at least have the decency to not get caught.”

This time Anne didn’t need to fake a look of hurt and she frowned at Cathy, pulling the Ravenclaw closer by her robes. “Ouch, Cathy. Remind me again why I’m in this verbally abusive relationship?” Of course, Anne was joking, she was absolutely head-over-heels for this girl.

“Because you love me.” Cathy hummed.

The prefect raised herself up on her tiptoes to close the small gap between the pair, pressing her lips against Anne’s, who eagerly returned the kiss. Boleyn’s arm snaked around Catherine’s waist, pulling their bodies closer—if that was even possible—and Cathy’s hands flew to Anne’s head, one cupping her cheek and the other combing through the girl’s dark locks.

Their lips moved in sync, which could be attributed to the years of familiarity, but also because both of the girls knew there was something so natural and just right about being together. Something that didn’t need words.

As the pair eventually pulled away, Cathy found herself draw in by Anne’s entrancing emerald eyes. She swore she could see gold flecks floating in them, the lanterns around the corridor made amber light reflect and dance in her green orbs. Catherine decided that a life only being able to gaze into Anne Boleyn’s eyes wouldn’t be so terrible at all.

“Oh yeah, now I remember.” Anne teased, a smirk on her lips, peppering a few soft kisses on Cathy’s cheek. “I love you.”

“I know,” Catherine said, the smile growing on her lips mirrored her voice. “I love you.” Boleyn thought it was cute the way Cathy still blushed whenever she would say those words.

A comfortable silence fell between the couple as they took a moment to enjoy the other’s presence. Anne had succumbed to the urge to play with Cathy’s curls, mesmerized as she watched the strands bounce up after wrapping them around her finger.

Cathy found herself fiddling with Anne’s tie—that wasn’t tucked into anything, obviously—appreciating the smooth fabric as she ran her fingers down it. Catherine couldn’t help but note, once again, how amazing her girlfriend looked in green. It seemed fitting for her to be sorted into Slytherin, but Cathy also knew Anne would look stunning no matter what color she wore.

A moment later Anne pressed another sweet kiss onto Cathy’s lips, drawing out the moment as she cupped Parr’s face.

“Kissing me won’t get you out of trouble, babe,” Cathy whispered, her lips ghosting over Anne’s as she spoke.

“Awe, you’re no fun,” Boleyn’s hands went down to rest on Catherine’s waist, a little defeated.

“That’s right, now c’mon—“ Cathy intertwined on of her hand in the other girl’s and started to make her way down the hallway.

“Where are we going?”

“To talk with Professor Flitwick.”

“I really don’t think he cares about our kissing Cathy—“

“Oh shush you,” Cathy hushed, though she hadn’t done a good job covering up the humor in her voice and Anne’s lips flew up in a smirk, “you know its because this is your third offense, the last two times I let you off with a warning.”

“Yeah, yeah, rules, blah, blah, blah.” This did elicit a giggle from Cathy which Boleyn took great pride in and the prefect interlocked their hands again.

“Wait.” Anne stopped abruptly, pulling Parr closer to her.

“What?”

Anne wordlessly lifted her hand up to Cathy’s lips and brushed her thumb across the corner before pulling away, seeming satisfied. “You had some of my lipstick smudged” Another smirk appeared on Boleyn’s face as scarlet dusted Catherine’s cheeks. “I would kiss it off but...”

Cathy’s blush flourished. “C’mon, Annie, enough stalling.” And with that, began leading the Slytherin down the hall again.

“Alright, fine,” Anne sighed, but the soft smile on her face gave her away. They shared another quiet laugh as the girlfriend’s walked down the corridor, hand-in-hand.

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Thanks for reading! I swear I have some Parrlyn angst, so I’ll publish it soon :)

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notalwaysthevillian · 4 years

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A Different Side of Hogwarts

Warnings: Anxiety, arguing, swearing

Word Count: ~1.3k

Pairings: Platonic LAMP at the moment, Pre-Romantic Reston

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Chapter 24 | Year 2!

Chapter 25

The anxieties that Nana caused would never truly go away for Virgil, but Patton was doing his best to push them aside. He’d made sure that they only ever hung out in their room when they needed to, which was really only when it was time for bed.

He also made sure that when they were in the room, they were discussing their studies. It seemed like the kind of thing that Virgil’s Nana would want to hear about, and it was a nice distraction for Virgil.

Today, they were headed up to Ravenclaw Tower to meet up with Roman and Logan. Patton bounced along as he walked, talking about their recent Herbology class.

“I can’t believe how yellow the daffodils were!” He gestured to his robes. “I wish we were that yellow.”

Virgil laughed, his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly. “I think I’d go blind if our robes were that color.”

The two of them chatted about the brilliant flowers that Professor Jamahl grew as they headed up the stairs.

An argument could be heard near the door, from two very familiar voices. Rolling his eyes, Virgil picked up the pace, with Patton hurrying along behind him.

“Why can’t you just answer the riddle?” Roman’s voice echoed as the two Hufflepuffs ran up. “Or do you not know the answer?”

“You clearly don’t!”

“Yeah, but at least I can admit it!”

“Hey, I thought we were going to try to argue less?” Patton asked, looking between the two of them.

Logan let out a sharp exhale. “We did say that.”

Ignoring the fight, Virgil looked at the eagle door knocker. “What’s the riddle?”

“Which word in the dictionary is always spelled incorrectly?”

Huffing again, Logan mumbled, “That’s ridiculous. Nothing is spelled wrong in the dictionary. Or at least it shouldn’t be.”

“The word ‘incorrectly’.”

The door swung open. Logan went wide eyed, looking at Patton. “How -”

“I like riddles too.” Was all he said before heading inside the common room.

The look on Logan’s face had Roman laughing. “You should close your mouth before you swallow a bug.”

Flushing red, Logan clamped his mouth shut and followed Patton inside.

“Are any of you having trouble with any of your classes?” Logan asked as they all settled in a corner of the common room, taking over a small section of desks. “I’m willing to help in any way I can.”

“History of magic is a little confusing.” Patton admitted as he pulled out his work.

While the two of them went over Patton’s essay, Roman poked Virgil’s shoulder. “You’ve been careful in your room, right?”

Virgil slid his sleeves over his hands. “Yeah, we’ve only been talking about school stuff there. It was Pat’s idea. Nana loves to hear when we’re succeeding, and she’s not so happy if we aren’t doing well in our studies.”

“I know Logan is the smart one, but I can help with classes too.”

“It’s flying class.” Virgil sank into himself slightly. “I just - I’m not so fond of heights, and I think the broom knows that, so I’m having issues getting off the ground.”

Roman gave him a soft smile. “Flying is my best class. I could help.”

“Sunlight is beneficial to those who suffer from anxiety.” Logan’s voice cut through their moment. “We could move our study session outside.”

“And then I can see Squiggles!”

Three sets of confused eyes turned to Patton.

Roman raised an eyebrow. “Pat, you’re going to have to explain who Squiggles is.”

“The giant squid in the lake.”

“I was under the impression that was a myth.”

Gathering up his quills and parchment, Patton was quick to get to his feet. “Wait until you meet him, Lo, he’s so interesting!”

“Pat, there can’t be -” Logan started, but Patton was already racing out of the tower.

Virgil darted after him, not having anything to pack up. Roman was right behind him, leaving Logan to pack up his things and walk out to the lawn.

By the time Logan got outside, Roman had already run to borrow a broom from Professor Leo and was hovering next to a tree.

“You don’t have to go super high.” Roman was explaining as he leaned onto the broom and touched back down. “Leo just wants us to be able to get off the ground. You can use the tree as an anchor.”

“I don’t know…”

Leaving Roman to teach in his own way, Logan made his way over to Patton, who was dipping his toes into the lake.

“Be careful, there are grindylows in the lake.”

Patton leaned back and looked up at him, the sunlight glinting in his hair. “They don’t live this shallow. Besides, most of the merpeople keep them as pets. At least, according to Kenny.”

As he sat next to Patton, Logan was careful to keep his own toes out of the lake. Despite what Kenny may have said, he wasn’t about to lose any appendages to a creature of the water.

The two sat in a comfortable silence as they gazed out over the lake.

Until a crash had them both spinning back around to their friends.

Roman was holding onto Virgil’s arm, just barely keeping him from slamming into the ground. The broomstick had crash landed, but was still intact.

“I mean, you did it.”

“Crashing was not the plan!”

As the four of them headed back into the tower, Patton couldn’t help but laugh at his friends’ squabbling. As long as they weren’t saying hurtful things, he figured he’d let them be social by whatever means they wanted to be.

Not even a week later, they met up at Gryffindor tower. Before anyone could argue about giving up the password, the door swung open in front of them.

Virgil was a little surprised to see Preston walking out, with Remy right behind him.

Reading Virgil’s look, Preston said, “You’re not the only one with a portrait of Nana, you know.”

“She seems like a real bitch.” Remy commented, before taking a sip of something out of a straw.

Logan let out a sigh. “Where did you get coffee?”

“I have my ways.”

Preston rolled his eyes, but Virgil saw the tiniest of smiles on his face. “C’mon, Rem, we need to go study.”

“Pff, I don’t study.”

“You do if you’re gonna be friends with me.”

Logan was surprised to see Remy concede and follow Preston in the direction of the library.

“I think your brother brainwashed mine.” He mumbled to Virgil, earning a laugh.

The school year began to wind down. Their finals came up fast. But, due to Logan’s assistance and prep, they passed with flying colors.

“It’s because we’re first years.” Roman had said as he and Logan walked out of their Charms final. “The professors went easier on us.”

On the last day of school, Virgil called a meeting out on the lawn.

“V, what’s this about?” Patton asked, sitting between Logan and Roman...mostly to keep them from arguing.

“I want to keep in touch, but I’m worried that somehow Nana would find out if I wrote to either of you two.” He gestured to the two more in touch with the muggle world. “I do have an idea though.”

“What’s your idea?”

“Well, I think that Nana could only read the outside of any of my letters.” Virgil finally sat, looking at his friends. “So if she only thinks I’m writing to Patton, she wouldn’t care.”

Logan caught his train of thought, his eyes lighting up. “And you’d put our letters in with his.”

“And I’d sent them to you guys!”

“It’s perfect.” Roman grinned, flicking a piece of hair out of his eyes. “And we’ll send our letters to Pat, who’ll pass them back to you.”

Patton stuck his hand out. “Best friends on three.”

“One.” Virgil stuck his hand in.

Roman stuck his in. “Two.”

Logan stuck in his hand. “Three.”

“BEST FRIENDS!”

#adsoh #a different side of hogwarts #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #sanders sides hogwarts au #sanders sides au #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #remy sanders #preston night

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taco-taco-belle · 4 years

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, A crack in the ice Chapter 1

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This is my first ever writing piece, I hope you guys enjoy it! As some of you know I am visually impaired, which means I do not read print like a lot of you do, Because of this there will probably be a lot of punctuation errors and I am really sorry about it. I tried my best to remember everything about how print works, and hope you can still enjoy the story! My messages and ask box are always open if any of you want to pop in, and notify me about punctuation mistakes and words that were spelled wrong in my writing, or just to say hi!💜

Summary

Ever since the battle of Hogwarts, and the defeat of you know who along with his death eaters, The Wizarding World has been at peace. Wizards and witches feel secure, and don’t expect any nasty surprises or uprisings in the near future. So what happens when alliances against them form in the most unlikely places, And a new struggle for power begins? Well, the newest generation at Hogwarts is about to find out!

Lucie gave a cat like stretch, and tossed her quill onto the table in front of her. She squinted down at her watch, it was a quarter to midnight, and they had to meet the others in 15 minutes. Lucie Felt the nervous excitement, that always came when she was about to do something she knew she wasn’t supposed to be doing, mixed with exhaustion. It had taken much longer than previously anticipated, to finish her potions essay on the draft of a ternal sleep. Matthew seated beside her wasn’t even halfway through his own essay he kept sneaking glances at Lucie’s when he thought she wasn’t paying attention. Christopher was seated in his favorite arm chair by the fire, immersed in one of his well thumbed notebooks.

Christopher usually did not join Lucie, And Matthew when they did school work together, In the Ravenclaw common room. This wasn’t because he didn’t enjoy spending time with his friends, Christopher was very intelligent, and had an amazing memory. this meant that he excelled in all of their classes, and finished assignments incredibly quickly. instead of using his ample amount of free time to socialize with his friends, he spent it on his research. He was fascinated in the ways that everything magical, and non-magical function. None of his friends ever got annoyed at Christopher for this, they knew it was what he enjoyed doing. If it made her cousin happy then Lucie was satisfied.

Lucie scanned the common room. Ravenclaws despite their reputation of put togetherness, And Great organizers were a very untidy bunch. Scraps of parchment, with half thought out calculations, and ideas scribbled on them, Lay strewn across tables, and chairs. Broken quills lay beside chocolate frog wrappers, and empty ink bottles. The mess looked even worse contrasted against the common rooms elegantly arched ceiling covered in constellations, And spotless white bookshelves. She wasn’t judging her fellow comrades housekeeping however, Lucie was making sure everyone else had gone up to bed.

Matthew gave her a teasing grinn, which Lucie ignored. They both knew that the last Ravenclaws, A group of giggling fifth year girls had made their way upstairs, A half an hour ago. Despite this, Lucie had been nervously glancing over her shoulder, every five minutes. The sick feeling at the pit of her stomach had been increasing, as the night wore on. Lucie suffered from terrible nerves, every time they snuck out of Ravenclaw Tower, ever since she was 12 years old. In fact, she suspected they had only intensified throughout the years. Matthew treated the situation as he treated everything else, not very seriously.

He always tried to reassure her, By pointing out the fact, that if they hadn’t gotten caught by now, they probably never would. In response to this, Lucie would always remind him that she was the head girl of Ravenclaw, And Matthew was both there Quidditch team captain, and the Minister of Magic‘s youngest son! So they couldn’t afford, to rely on probably. She would suffer through her nerves, however to be able to spend a few hours spending time with her beloved friends, each week.

“Luce shouldn’t we get going?” Matthew inquired, looking over at her. She nodded, neatly rolling up her essay, and stuffing it inside her school bag along with her quill, And ink bottle. Matthew looked down at his essay, and side dramatically. “I guess I shall have to bring this accursed piece of paper along!” Lucy gave Matthew a questioning look. Shall?, but all she said was “I am sure you can get Daisy to help you.” He made a face at her, and she grinned. They both knew, that he would prefer to work with James, or Thomas. Cordelia was one of Lucie’s favorite people in the world, but even she could admit that Daisy could be a little intimidating at times.

Though Cordelia could be withdrawn at times, she always gave off a quiet aura of confidence and authority. Lucie doubted that her best friend, was even aware of this aspect of her personality. She knew with certainty though, that they played a big role in Cordelia being Quidditch captain, And head girl of Gryffindor house. Whenever Daisy helped Math with his homework, she watched him intently the entire time to make sure he was focused, and didn’t put up with his dramatics. Jamie on the other hand, usually ended up getting into trouble with Matthew, or just doing most of the assignment for him. They were best friends as close as Lucie and Cordelia, and had been best friends before even coming to Hogwarts.

Matthew gave her one of his best winning smiles “ come on Luce help someone in need.” She Scoffed “ oh don’t try that on me Math. I have been immune to your charms since you tried to eat Christopher’s pet ladybug Mr. spots on a dare from my brother when we were eight.” He frowned “ not One of my finest moments. It’s a good thing father stopped me, I’ve heard ladybugs are positively ghastly for one’s complexion!” Lucie wasn’t even going to bother asking, where Matthew had gotten said information. “ Matthew no matter how many times you refer to my father as yours it will not make it true.“ and I still haven’t gotten over Mr. spots you know.” Christopher said quietly from the fire. Lucie laughed, You never knew when Christopher was listening and when he wasn’t. Sometimes she would recount a long story to him, or an explanation of something, before realizing that he wasn’t paying attention in the slightest. Christopher wasn’t rude he was just, as his older sister Anna put it off in his own world.

Matthew gave them both Hurt looks “ no respect even from my closest friends!” “ you’ll get respect from me when you finish your essay.” She said, Pointing to the piece of paper on the table in front of him. “ you’ll never get it from me.” Christopher said matter-of-factly, Turning a page of his notebook. Matthew waved his wand, and sent all of his possessions including the much hated essay flying into his bag, in an unorderly jumble.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t smart, Matthew was as intelligent as all of his fellow Ravenclaw’s. He would just rather do the spells, and potions they were assigned. Then in his words “ wasting hours of my life shut up in Ravenclaw Tower, up to my ears in books, and essays depriving the world of my many talents!” His friends also knew, though he would never admit it that Matthew struggled sometimes under the expectations set for him. His mother Charlotte was the minister of magic, and his older brother Charles had been head boy of Ravenclaw house. Everyone was always watching him, waiting to see if he would be another success of the family, Or a screwup that they were secretly ashamed about. The professors, even treated him differently than the rest of the class sometimes. This caused Matthew to say rude things in class, and act out sometimes. Lucie, And her brother never stayed mad at him for long because of it though, they knew he was just constantly under a lot of stress. Matthew was at his best when he was with his friends.

He looked over at her his dark green eyes reflecting the fire light, as if he knew she had been thinking about him. “ ready to go?“ yep.” She replied, standing up and crossing the dark blue carpeted floor to Christopher, as Matthew bent to retrieve their brooms from their hiding place beneath the table. Beside Matthews chair Oscar wined. Oscar Wilde, was Matthews much adored golden retriever. He had been a present from James, back in their fourth year, for Matthews birthday. Oscar hated it every time they left him at night, he was incredibly loyal to Matthew and his friends. Whenever they were in the common room he would follow Matthew wherever he went. Matthew spoiled Oscar to no end, and loved his dog as much as Oscar loved him. They even bared a resemblance to each other, With the same shaggy golden hair, and green eyes, though Oscars were much lighter than Matthews.

She gave Christopher a gentle tap on his shoulder “ Time to go Kit.” In the space of about a minute, her cousin had slipped back into his own world. He blinked his dark blue eyes up at her, from behind his gold rimmed spectacles. They were the same as Lucie’s father, and aunt Cecily’s. Though their other cousins, Thomas, Barbara, and Eugenia did not share them. he blinked “ is it? Odd how quickly time passes, we were just talking about my poor ladybug Mr. spots.” He glared over at Matthew, who was stroking Oscar’s floppy ears. His own, and Lucie’s brooms on the floor beside them. She didn’t bother telling Christopher that it had only been a minute or so, instead she went to the window, and slid it open. Freezing night air streamed into the room, causing the fire to sputter wildly in it’s grate. Lucie was glad for the cold air, she leaned out the window taking in big lung fulls of it. Enjoying how it helped clear her nerves, and wake her up.

Matthew tide their bags to the back of her broom, with a practiced hand. As Oscar Wilde sat looking up at him with a disgruntled expression. Christopher gave Matthews broom a look that matched Oscars, he despised flying he was the only member of their group that was not on there house quidditch team. He didn’t even own a broom, Christopher said he would prefer to keep his feet on the ground at all times. He usually rode on the back of Matthews broom, and Lucie carried her own, and Matthews school bags on the back of hers. There was usually no need to bring Christophers, since he almost always had all his work complete. Sometimes Lucie would leave some of her work to the last minute on purpose. So she could work on it with Cordelia. Even though they had had this routine in place since their second year at Hogwarts, Christopher still hadn’t adjusted to it.

Matthew and Christopher joined her at the window, as Oscar slunk over dejectedly, to a spot by the fire, no doubt to wait for their return a few hours later. Matthew handed Lucie her broom, it was a bit awkward with the two bags tied to the end of it but, they managed to get it out the window, where it floated there like an odd bird. Matthew performed in over the top bow, and held his hand out for her to take “ my lady your chariot awaits. Lucie rolled her eyes at him, but took his outstretched hand. Usually in the winter months they needed to help each other clamber out of the window, since the sill was usually slick with ice. She climbed up onto the cold slippery stones. The sharp edges of them bit into her knees through her robes. Wincing Lucie began to slide off the ledge, and Matthews warm fingers still clutched tightly in hers, into the still dark Night below.

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themarauderstheoutsidersandpeggy · 5 years

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Harry Potter night you say??? Can I get headcanons for a Hufflepuff Reader who the Marauders can NOT figure out what house they’re in? Like they always forget to wear their robes and tie, they hang out in every commons, don’t go to quidditch games, and their personality could honestly fit into any house. Thank you ;)

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Literally what even are you

They have you in so many of their classes

But it’s always the classes with everyone

Not just two houses

They’re not even sure if you’re in their own house

Or not

You’re in their common room about 25% of the time

Remus does have a few Slytherin friends, and he says that you’re in there most times when he hangs out with them

But then when Sirius was dating that Ravenclaw you were hanging out in there too

And James had to partner with that Hufflepuff a few weeks ago in herbology and lo and behold

You’re in there too

You wear a sweater and jeans to class every day

They saw you wear a robe once but you were 328527504275 people in front of them in the hall and they couldn’t get you to turn around

Sirius swears that he saw you wearing a ravenclaw scarf once

You came to the great hall in it

Everyone was so amazed they were like omg they’re in an actual house

But then you took it off and gave it to someone in ravenclaw robes and thanked them :’)

They’re back to square oNe

James goes as far as saying, “The hairband around their arm was green yesterday, they’re a slytherin.”

“I’m telling you, they’re a Hufflepuff!”

“Remus, mate, no one believes you.”

Remus just pouts because he knows that he saw you come out of the Hufflepuff girls dorms once in your pajamas

So you’ve gotta be a hufflepuff, right??????

?????

James tries to see you at the next quidditch game

He spots you in the Gryffindor section

He’s like oh god we’re dumb

But then next weeks’ game

You’re cheering for Ravenclaw

Against Gryffidor

Again

Back to sqUaRe OnE

Finally

Sirius is making out with a hufflepuff :’)

And they stumble into the dorm together already half undressed

You slam down your book and reading glasses

“Can you two get a room that I’m not in! This is my room too you know, I need some sleep!”

Sirius is so shook

Stops making out with said hufflepuff

Sprints back to his dorms

“M8′S!!!##112!!!@12!!”

“What?!?!?!”

“Y/N, That kid who’s house we can’t figure out!!!!”

“Yeah?”

“HUFFLEPUFF!”

“I KNEW IT! JAMES YOU OWE ME CHOCOLATE FOR A MONTH!”

Remus wins

As it should be

You’re just glad that those four three gryffindor idiots stop staring at you

You were getting tired of it

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nctxnation · 5 years

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Heart of Gold

➳ Pairing: Jaemin x Female Reader

➳ Genre: Fluff | Hogwarts AU

➳ Word Count: 6.9k

➳ “The only thing I want is to be with you.” -- La La Love, NCT Dream

“Remind me why I’m here again?” You asked, pulling your beanie down to avoid the harsh pelting rain. “I can’t even see anything!”

“We’re here to scope out the cute players!” Your friend Anna wiggled her eyebrows playfully, her eyes fully trained on the clashing mess of red and blue in front of you.

“There are none,” You grumbled, twisting your blue and silver scarf tighter around your neck to block out the arctic winds.

“Your boyfriend certainly looks good in his uniform,” She tossed you a wink, pointing at Na Jaemin who was whizzing around with a Quaffle firmly secured in his arms.

“You can barely even see him through this damn storm!” The rain was coming down hard and fast, making it difficult for anyone to see through its haze.

“So, you admit he’s your boyfriend.” “Please stop,” You rubbed circles over your temples as a means to qualm whatever headache would surely come with your friends’ constant teasing. “I don’t even like him.”

“He likes you.”

“He likes to make my life miserable,” You grumbled, plopping down on the wooden benches.

Anna was completely engrossed in the game, cheering loudly with the crowd. Your eyes wandered to Jaemin who was gliding through the air like a falcon, effortlessly dodging bludgers. The Gryffindor crowd began buzzing with electricity as he whizzed by. He pulled back his arm and aimed the Quaffle straight into the Ravenclaw goalpost. The Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs madly cried out in happiness, while the Ravenclaws and Slytherins sunk down.

The game wasn’t finished yet, although Star Player Na Jaemin was certainly making it hard for Ravenclaw to beat out Gryffindor. The Snitch hadn’t been caught yet and the anticipation in the crowd grew.

“When is it going to end?” You groaned wanting nothing more than to curl up by the fire with a warm mug of hot chocolate, pumpkin pasties, and a good book.

“Almost,” Anna breathed out, her voice clearly strained from her incessant screaming. “Look, the Snitch! Oh my God Mark is gonna catch it!”

Mark Lee, Gryffindor’s seeker was blowing through the rain like a bulldozer. Huang Renjun, Ravenclaw’s seeker, was hot on his heels, tailing after him with great speed and a glimmer of determination in his eyes.

“I can’t watch!” Anna ducked down, knocking you over slightly as she tried to hide behind your shoulder. “Did they catch it? Did we win? Did we lose?”

“I can’t see anything,” You tried to see over the shoulders of the rest of your Ravenclaw classmates, but it was too hard.

For one, Anna was weighing you down with her death grip on your arm. Two, everyone was starting to stand up on the bench to get a better view. It wasn’t until you heard a collective groan from Ravenclaw house and raucous screeching from Gryffindor did you realize the finalized score.

“Gryffindor wins! Mark Lee has caught the snitch!” Lee Donghyuck bellowed into the microphone. “That’s my best friend everyone!”

“Well, damn,” Anna muttered pulling you up, as everyone began to shuffle off the stands. “Do you think your boyfriend will invite us to the after party?”

“One, he’s not my boyfriend,” You insisted for the millionth time, as you looped your arm around hers and ambled down the steps, “Two, Ravenclaw just lost their chance at the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup, this is no time for celebration.”

“But we’re not even big sports fans,” Anna pouted, wobbling as she struggled not to slip on the wet grass.

“It doesn’t matter,” You told her, grasping her tightly as the crowd began to push you around to get closer to congratulate the Gryffindor team. “We stand in solidarity with our house.”

“I was really hoping you’d come to the after party, I guess that’s out of the question.”

You felt your insides coil at the sound of the familiar voice. Na Jaemin was grinning down at you and Slytherin Lee Jeno steadily at his side, smirking devilishly. The rain was slowly turning into a drizzle, allowing you to get a better glimpse at the Gryffindor Chaser. His brown hair was matted, clinging onto his forehead and his face was covered in a sheen of sweat that gave him an angelic glow. He wore a shy grin, but looks could be deceiving.

“I wished you’d come,” He smiled down at you. “I’d really need a Ravenclaw to rub my victory in their face and you seem like the perfect candidate.”

“I think the party would be a lot more interesting if you’d join us,” Jeno’s eye smiles were not going to budge you from firmly saying no, although Anna seemed bewitched by his charms.

“Are these boys bothering you two?” Huang Renjun was ready to fight. Although smaller than the pair, he looked like he could still take them on. “You won the game, just leave us alone.”

You were surprised by Renjun’s actions. You weren’t necessarily friends with him, you shared the same classes and on occasion came across each other in the common room, but you two were nothing more than acquaintances. Last time you checked, he was good friends with them.

“Aw, c’mon Injunnie, don’t be like that,” Jaemin tried to pull Renjun into a hug, but the smaller boy quickly skirted out of his reaching hands. “You don’t have to take every game so personal.”

“Jaemin, you forget he’s annoyingly competitive,” Jeno said as the Ravenclaw boy hissed in irritation. “Renjun this wasn’t the Quidditch World Cup, Mark just got to the snitch faster.”

“I almost had it!” Renjun cried out, flailing his arms.

“Sure you did!” You can hear Mark Lee shouting back from somewhere in the crowd.

“Whatever,” Jaemin waved it off, his eyes focused solely on you, “I’m serious, come to the party,” His eyes moved to Anna, as he instructed her, “Bring her there. Renjun’s going to be there, so screw Ravenclaw solidarity.”

“I am not!” Renjun snapped as Jeno tugged him away.

With a flounce of scarlet robes and a playful wink, Na Jaemin shuffled through the crowd, smiling brightly at the girls fawning over him.

“We’re so going to that party!” Anna squealed as you began your trek toward the castle.

“We are not,” You really were going to suffer from serious migraines due to both Anna and Jaemin. “He just wants someone to entertain him and I won’t be the subject of ridicule at that stupid Gryffindor party.”

“Aw, you’re such a party pooper.”

It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy celebrating with fellow classmates, but last time you went to a Gryffindor party Jaemin had successfully embarrassed you in front of Hendery, the shy Ravenclaw who had stolen your heart.

You weren’t going to give him the chance to do anything like that again.

“I can’t believe you actually managed to blackmail me to be here.”

“It was so easy!” Anna didn’t look guilty, not even for your sake. “Look, if Jaemin tries anything, I’ll hex him. Just relax and have some fun. It beats staying behind and reading a book.”

“Are you even a Ravenclaw?” You asked as you climbed through the portrait hole, the Fat Lady telling you to have fun.

“Stop sticking to stereotypes,” She poked her tongue out and then grinned mischievously, “Who knows, Hendery might even be here. If he is, please keep me updated on this love triangle between you, Hendery, and Jaemin.”

“There’s no love triangle,” You pressed, “I have no feelings for that jerk Jaemin.”

“Sure, sure.” She seemed thoroughly unconvinced and you were tired of trying to convince her you were saying nothing but the truth. “I’ll be back, I’m going to get us some drinks.

The party was in full swing, there was Gryffindors raging over their victory. Jaemin’s words rang true, Renjun was hovering around the multitude with a fresh smile, his loss forgotten. So much for Ravenclaw pride. You walked over to the edge of the party, waiting patiently for Anna to come back with butterbeers.

“I knew you’d come!”

Lo and behold, the bane of your existence. Jaemin was alone as he approached you with a spring in his step. His golden brown hair was a disarray of soft waves that glowed under the candlelight. His eyes were warm and inviting, which sent warning bells in your head and raised the hairs behind your neck.

“I came against my will,” You replied indifferently, focusing on a speck on the wall across from you.

“I didn’t force you,” He frowned, “I hope you didn’t take it that way.”

“Anna took your words very seriously.”

“Do you want a drink?” Jaemin asked, trying his best to peek his way into your line of vision. Your eyes went straight to the floor, trying your best to look unapproachable.

“No, that’s fine,” You told him, “Anna’s gone to get us some butterbeer. I should probably go find her, she’s been gone for a while.”

“Wait, Y/N,” Jaemin stopped you mid step, his warm breath fanned over your face as he spoke, “You’re not mad that we won, right? I mean, Ravenclaw solidarity, seriously? You were joking right?”

You pulled your arm out of his grasp, “I’m not big on house pride, Jaemin. I just don’t want to be here, I think I’m starting to catch a cold, so don’t take my indifference too personal.”

“Do you want me to walk you back to Ravenclaw Tower?” He immediately grabbed your arm and began weaving you through the crowd, “I’ll make sure Jeno keeps Anna company.”

“It’s nothing serious!” You protested, halting your steps. “Plus, I’d rather not have you walk me straight into one of your pranks.”

“Is that the main reason you’re acting like I have Spattergroit?” Jaemin quirked an eyebrow at you. “So, this isn’t about you feeling ill, it’s about you thinking I’m going to pull a prank on you.”

“I wasn’t lying about feeling sick,” You defended sharply, “I was out in the rain without proper clothing for the rain. But yeah, your pranks have left traumatic scars on me. Can’t say I trust you walking me back to my dorm.”

“Well, I’m sorry you feel that way,” It truly hurt you to admit he sounded sincere about his words. “I promise, you can trust me now. I’ve changed.”

“Since when?”

“Since, I realized we’ll be Seventh Years soon and we don’t have a lot of time to actually be friends.”

“You want to be friends?” This was news to you, you were used to being at the receiving end of his teasing and pranks, friendship was far from your mind. Civility, at most.

“Of course!” He beamed down at you. Jaemin wanted to be more than friends, but he’s never been too good at expressing his feelings. “So, how about that walk to Ravenclaw Tower?”

“But you’ll miss your party,” You noted, glancing around the room at the vivacious Hogwarts students flailing about. “You’re the Star Player.”

“The whole team is,” He told you, a tone of honesty and admiration in his voice, “There isn’t one singular player that is special, the whole team is. We work together to achieve our goal. Plus Mark was the one that ended the game. If anything, he’d be the one to be missed.”

Jaemin really seemed to shine, when he spoke about his teammates. There was so much conviction in his voice, so much love. It really had you seeing a different light to him. Tonight, was seriously adding to the list of headache-inducing moments. He was the boy who pulled your pigtails, not the one who made your heart grow warm in appreciation.

Before Jaemin could continue his tangent, a huddle of Gryffindors swooped in to congratulate him. He gave you a look to stay still, while he abated the swarm around him. Without his notice, you ducked away from the group.

You were serious about catching a cold. Your sinuses were starting to feel congested and your body heat felt like it was rising. Anna would understand if you left. You didn’t want to spoil her fun, by telling her knowing she’d go after you to play the role of a nurse.

You slipped out of the portrait hole and made your journey to Ravenclaw Tower. The dim moonlight pooled through the windows, spilling into the empty halls. The castle was eerie at this time, which had you hastily rushing through the darkness. In your haste, you nearly knocked down a display of a knight’s armor.

“Who’s there?”

Oh, no. Whoever was there will find you and give you detention. Not only that, but he’d have you squealing about the raging party happening in the Gryffindor common room. You didn’t have it in you to lie to your superiors. You were weak and natural selection would surely whipe you out.

“I said, who’s there?”

You sped up, trying your best to make it the nearest broom closet or alcove you could hide in. It was no use, as a toned body crashed into you.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” You spluttered apologies as the dark-haired boy groaned, “Are you a prefect? Oh my God. Oh my God.”

“Head Boy, actually,” Your eyes widened as Hendery’s gentle face came under the stream of moonlight, “Please don’t freak out, even more. You look like your going to pass out. I’m not that scary, am I?”

“N-no,” You heart felt like it lodged in your throat. “I was just getting a midnight snack.”

“Wearing that?” He nodded towards the outfit Anna had chosen for you, clearly not proper sleepwear attire. He reached a hand out to help you up. “I know there’s a Gryffindor party happening, just because I’m Head Boy doesn’t mean I’m suddenly immune to the knowledge of parties.”

“Are you going to dock me points?” You felt your insides freeze. You had never been in this situation before.

“Technically, I should,” He admitted, “It’d be righteous of me to do so, but I think Ravenclaw house has suffered enough tonight for me to go about taking their chances from winning the House Cup too. You know, Ravenclaw pride and all.”

“Right, thank you, Hendery,” You forced your lips to smile, your heart was pounding and your face was flushed.

“No problem, Y/N,” He smiled warmly down at you. He rubbed his hands sheepishly, “It’s dark out and there’s all sorts of ghouls crawling around the castle, let me walk you back to the Tower.”

“Don’t you have rounds to finish?”

“Everyone’s probably at the party,” He shrugged, “Cassie, the Head Girl’s there. It’s Saturday night and I’m absolutely dead tired, I was heading to the dorms anyway. It’s been a while since we had a proper conversation.”

He led the way to Ravenclaw Tower, hair shining like polished ebony under the moonlight and a gentle smile on his lips. Wong Kunhang, or Hendery as he was more commonly referred to, was the one boy in the whole castle who melted you. He was sweet, sensible, and intelligent. Your crush developed in First Year when he helped you solve the riddle to enter the Ravenclaw common room. You’d see him around the common room or the library, sometimes he’d smile at you in the Great Hall.

It wasn’t until Fourth Year when you two were in the common room, unbeknownst to the both of you, reading the same book. You spent hours pouring over it, talking animatedly over every single part of it. Then last year, you were left embarrassed after Jaemin pranked you in front of him.

You two reached the Tower and quickly answered the riddle, he hovered next to you as you walked towards the hallway that led to the girls’ dormitories. With a flourish of his wand, he put out the fireplace and lit the room with a spell.

“Goodnight Y/N,” He hesitated for a moment, but then swiftly dropped a chaste kiss on your cheek.

You felt your cheek tingle from the touch of his lips. You waited until he was gone, swallowed by the shadows of the boys’ dorm hallway, then you hollered in joy.

Maybe going to the Gryffindor party hadn’t been such a bad thing.

“Pssst...Y/N.”

Something soft collided onto your shoulder, you ignored it, continuing with your notes. Jaemin sat behind you in Charms, he typically made it his duty to throw pieces of parchment at your hair every day.

The professor signalled the end of class and you gathered your supplies and headed towards the Great Hall where Anna would be waiting. A familiar smell assaulted your senses and you glanced up to see Jaemin falling into step with you.

“You left the party early,” He acknowledged, deflecting the gawking stares of passerbyers with a grimace. Of course, people would find it weird to see you two walking together. “I tried finding you yesterday, but I couldn’t find you.”

“I was pigeonholed in my common room finishing an essay.” Well, technically, you were mostly daydreaming about the school’s Head Boy.

“I wanted to apologize for not walking you back to your dorm.”

“It’s not your fault,” You said, entering the noisiness that was the Great Hall. “I made it back.”

“Yeah, but it was dark and late and I left you to fend off the professors and prefects just waiting to give you detention.”

“I’m old enough to walk myself to my room, Jaemin,” You deadpanned hollowly, “But if it makes you feel better, Hendery walked me back.”

“Hendery? The Head Boy?”

“Yes,” You stated, your eyes involuntarily searched for the dark-haired boy amongst the sea of Ravenclaws, “He found me and didn’t give me detention.”

“That’s surprising,” Jaemin chuckled, “He such a stick in the mud, I’m surprised he didn’t give you detention for weeks and docked hundreds of points. He’s quite boring sometimes, takes being Head Boy way too seriously.”

“He’s just doing his job,” You justified, sighing as a calm washed over you when Hendery’s eyes met yours and he gave you a soft smile, “He can be exciting. He’s just being responsible, you’re just too reckless.”

Jaemin noticed the softness from your face and the glazed look in your eyes, with a disgruntled groan.

“Oh, gross,” He spluttered, wrinkling his nose and pretending to retch, “Don’t tell me you like Mr. Monotone. Do you have no taste in guys?”

“W-who said I like him?”

“Oh my God, you do!”

Jaemin felt his heart clenched painfully, he pressed his hand over it and groaned in disgust again. Had he been going about it the wrong way all these years? Did you not find his jokes and pranks exciting? His teasing always got a reaction out of you, which he loved. You two bantered, it was your thing and he always felt excited about it. It was your way of flirting with each other, or so he had thought.

Should he have been reading an encyclopedia with you in the library instead? Told you about the history of Goblins rights? He never considered you falling into the stereotypical Ravenclaw category.

“How typical of you,” He blurted out, wincing as your eyes narrowed.

“What do you mean?” Your voice was icy and he was already floundering.

“You fell for the stereotypical Ravenclaw,” Jaemin said, his fists clenched at his sides as he spoke, “I just never pegged you for one to uphold stereotypes.”

Your rolled your eyes, you wanted nothing more than to be enjoying a nice meal instead of talking to Na Jaemin. “I’m sorry if I’m not the least bit exciting and reaching the level of spontaneity your Gryffindor self wants. I guess I’m just a Ravenclaw who admires Ravenclaw qualities.”

He tilted his head to the side, eyeing you curiously, “Wouldn’t you rather like someone more interesting?”

“Ravenclaws are interesting!” You exclaimed, your face flushed with a new wave of chagrin, “If you think your so superior just because you’re a Gryffindor than why are you still talking to me?”

“That’s not what I meant--”

“Jaemin, I am not in the mood to hear your stupid blabbering,” You pinched the bridge of your nose, your mind was already wandering to how tasty the pumpkin soup looked. “I don’t go around judging the type of girls you like, so please just stop before I do something drastic.”

“Yeah, but that’s because you’d really like the type of girls I like,” He smirked devilishly, winking ever so charmingly your way.

You scoffed, slinging your book bag closer to your body and already strolling off to the Ravenclaw table, “I doubt it. I’m leaving, Nana.”

You smiled to yourself, knowing it probably irritated him that you were calling him such a personal name only reserved for those close to him. Unbeknownst to you, Jaemin wore a bright grin as he heard you say his special nickname.

“It’s kind of hard to not like you,” He whispered as he saw you plopped down at the Ravenclaw table and immerse yourself in conversation with your friends.

Hogsmeade weekend had finally rolled around and everyone was scrambling out of the castle. You trudged through the icy planes of Hogsmeade arm and arm with Anna. The village was covered in a thick blanket of snow, arctic winds nipped at everyone’s cheeks making them resemble rosebuds.

“I told Wendy and Seulgi we’d meet them at the Three Broomsticks,” Anna told you as you passed by a group of third year boys salivating over the newest broom displayed at Spintwitches Sporting Needs. “I could really go for some warm butterbeer right now.”

You nodded in agreement and hurried your pace, hoping to get out of the cold quickly. The Three Broomsticks was bustling with sprightly Hogwarts student chatting around the room. You quickly spotted your roommates and the pair of you headed towards them with bags of Honeydukes candy ready to be eaten.

“We got some candy!” Anna trilled, piling some Sugar Quills and Chocolate Frogs onto the table. “Sorry we took so long, Y/N wanted to pass by Scrivenshaft's to get a new quill.”

“We ordered some butterbeer,” Wendy plucked a sweet from the pile and glanced at you with a smirk that nearly rivalled Na Jaemin’s. “Guess who’s sitting all by himself reading a book in the corner?”

Your eyes flickered to the corner of the pub where Hendery sat wearing a snug thick woollen sweater and sipping his butterbeer. He looked so soft and endearing sitting there with a snowy window in the background and the candlelight setting his skin aglow.

“His friends went to get some Honeydukes candy and he’s reserving their table I think,” Wendy gossiped, wagging her eyebrows at you. “Someone should go talk to him.”

“Yes!” Anna clapped her hands delighted at the suggestion. She shoved a blue Sugar Quill into your palm and nudged you out of the booth, “Go thank him properly for walking you from the party.”

“But--”

“No buts missy,” Seulgi interjected pulling you forcefully out of your seat and shoving you towards Hendery’s general direction. “Go talk to him or no candy and butterbeer for you.”

You wanted to argue that you had bought a good amount of the sweets they were gobbling up, but reluctantly began walking towards the Ravenclaw boy with the soft smile and gentle eyes. With your heart pounding, palms moistening, and eyes completely set on Henderey, you didn’t notice the raucous table of boys next to the demure boy.

Jeno elbowed Jaemin who was currently laughing at Mark who was ready to fight Haechan over a bet. Jaemin suddenly went rigid as you came into view, nervous and rosy-cheeked and looking as pretty as the first day Na Jaemin laid eyes on you.

Jaemin’s heart clenched as he noticed you weren’t walking towards his table, but the one one beside his where the Head Boy sat.

“Hi,” You whispered, not trusting your voice enough to come out smoothly if you spoke any louder.

Hendery dog-eared the page and cast a brilliant smile your way, “Y/N, hi. Are you here by yourself?” He started looking around in search of your friends.

“No, I’m with my roommates but I noticed you were by yourself and wanted to say hi.”

“Oh,” He nodded motioning for you to take a seat in front of him, “Yeah some of my friend’s went to go get sweets. I think Yangyang went to Zonko’s. I decided to stay behind, as Head Boy I shouldn’t be aware of the mischief he gets up to.”

“I brought you this,” You thrust the Sugar Quill towards him and he took it with a laugh that melts your heart. “It’s my way of properly thanking you for not docking me points and walking me to my dorm that night.”

“You’ve thank me plenty,” He insisted, “But I’ll accept this because blueberry Sugar Quills are my favorite.”

You made a mental note of that new tidbit of information. He suckled the Sugar Quill and you tried your best not to gawk at him, since he looked adorable. You were about to point out the book he was reading when a loud noise interrupted you.

“Ahem.” Na Jaemin was wearing his irritatingly large, face-splitting grin as he stared down at the two of you. “Hendery, Y/N. Fancy seeing you here.”

“It’s a public place,” You smiled tightly, as Jaemin nudged his way into the booth, sitting right beside you. His thigh brushing yours, sending a crackle of electricity through your body. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s a public place,” He threw your words back at you, winking as he did so before focusing back on Hendery, “Actually, I came to talk to Hendery. I had some concerns I wanted to discuss with him.”

“It’s Hogsmeade weekend, he doesn’t have time to discuss the lack of females that are at your disposal because you’ve dated all of them!”

“Sounds like your jealous,” He pinched your cheek and you swatted him away.

Hendery giggled, shoving the Sugar Quill to one side of his cheek, puffing it up cutely, “Actually, Y/N I’m always open to hear student’s concerns.”

“Of course you are,” Jaemin grumbled and you shot him a glare, “Before anything, I want to thank you for walking my dear friend Y/N back to her dorm.”

“Oh my God,” You murmured under your breath knowing this wasn’t going to go well for you.

“You see, Y/N, was very thankful you were the one to walk her back,” Jaemin said, nudging you slightly, “She has a very soft spot for you, if you haven’t noticed. She’s a bit shy so I brought upon myself to thank you for her.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you,” Hendery’s eyes flickered to you and your face flamed up. “But she’s thanked me plenty.”

You stared silently back at Hendery, feeling the warmth of his gaze wash over you making you tingle. An arm brushed over you and the smell of spearmint wafted over you. Jaemin groaned, squeezing himself closer to you.

“Oh, gross, please get a broom cupboard,” Jaemin hissed, pulling you out of your daze. “Oh, wait, I think you guys already have, isn’t that what you were hinting at?”

“What?” Hendery looked taken aback, but not angry at the accusation.

You wish you could be so calm about things too, “Maybe that’s how you and your girls choose to thank each other but we’re not you.”

“Oh, I was just kidding,” He chuckled and Hendery eased up. “Don’t you wish you would have thanked each other that way? I especially know you would have, Y/N.”

You wanted to wipe that smile off his face with your fist, but instead you got up and addressed Hendery, “I have to go. Thank you again, Hendery.”

“Anytime.” Hendery looked frazzled and was blushing a deep shade of pink over Jaemin’s words.

“Yeah, thanks Head Boy,” Jaemin said, shooting out of his seat.

“What about your concerns?”

“I’ll owl them to you, don’t worry.” The Gryffindor yelled back and he caught up with you.

“You’re unbelievable.” You shoved past him, fuming and barreling through the crowd of Hogwarts students that had begun to trickle in.

“Me? Says the one who’s following someone around like a lost puppy,” Jaemin sped in front of you blocking you from making your way to your friends. “It’s sickening. I'm just trying to stop you from further embarrassing yourself.”

“How kind of you.” You really out to punch that smug look off his face. “You saved me from embarrassing myself, by doing it yourself.”

“I’ve been told I have a heart of gold.”

“Hmm,” Your face scrunched up in annoyance. “Look, Jaemin, I don’t know what your problem is with me, but can you please just stop.”

“W-what…” His faltered and you nearly felt bad. Nearly.

“Seriously, why do you make it your life’s duty to annoy me every damn second!” You were really getting heated now, which made you unaware that you were drawing the attention of everyone.

“I...I don’t...”

“You are always trying to rile me up or mess up something,” You snapped, feeling yourself drain everything you need out of your system. “It was understandable when we were First Years, but we’re older now. I’m not here for your entertainment. Can’t you just leave me alone? I just want to go one day without you breathing down my neck, is that too much to ask? You go off ruining everything for me all the time, do you hate me that much?”

“Sorry...I…”

You took a deep breath, trying to ease the tension in your body. You were fed up with Jaemin and you didn’t want to continue shouting at him in the middle of the pub. You especially didn’t want to say more harsher things, further burying yourself in a proverbial grave. You dashed out of the Three Broomsticks and into the flurry of snow.

You thought Na Jaemin was annoying, but the hurt that flashed in his eyes when he heard you say it aloud was something you hadn’t expected. You had in the past called him annoying, but hadn’t snapped like this. He usually would brush this off, opting to respond coolly or smugly, but this time he seemed seriously hurt by your words.

You were currently set up in a corner of the library, finishing off a Charms essay. The area was hidden behind shelves but well lit as it was next to a large window that allowed a stream of sunlight in. You had an array of Charms books sprawled around you.

“Hey, do you mind if I sit here--” The voice abruptly stopped and your eyes flew up to meet Na Jaemin who awkwardly hovered by, books wedge in his arms. “Oh, Y/N. I’ll, um, just leave.”

“Wait--” You stood up quickly, sending parchment flying in your wake. “Jaemin, stop! Don’t leave, stay please.”

“I don’t want to bother you,” He glanced down timidly and you felt something pull at your heartstrings.

“You don’t bother me,” You said as you moved around the table to stand in front of him, “I mean, you do, but it’s...Look, I want to say that I’m sorry for lashing out at you.”

“You erupted,” He smiled slightly down at you, “I’m the reason for it. You had it building up. I’m sorry for all the teasing, pranks, and being nosy in all your business.”

“How about a clean slate?” You asked, reaching a hand towards him. “To civility?”

“I think I can manage,” He grinned taking your hand and squeezing it, “Friends?”

“Hey, one step at a time, this is all new to me,” You giggled as he rolled his eyes, “Okay, okay, friends.”

“Just promise you won’t fall in love with me, my heart can’t take that stress.”

You punched his shoulder lightly and he chuckled, dropping his books onto the desk. It was a little bizarre to have him sitting with you and not have him acting like his annoying self.

Now, that we’re friends can I give you some Gryffindor advice?” You nodded and he continued, “Seize the moment, you’ll never know how that person feels unless you tell them. Love is worth it, don’tcha think?”

“You actually have a heart,” You giggled. “Heart of gold, right? Do you listen to your own advice?”

He rolled his eyes sarcastically at you but his expression softened, “Sometimes I wish I could, but no. She doesn’t feel the same way, I know it.”

“Have you told her? You won’t know unless you tell her, seize the moment.”

“I like you.” His eyes were on you, powerful and overwhelming. His words ringing with sincerity and conviction that knocked the breath out of you.

Your expression faltered, you knew this was too good to be true. He was back to his teasing self again. Yet the way he said those words made your stomach flutter.

“Jaemin I--”

He broke out it giggles and you laughed too, knowing you looked like a bumbling idiot.

“I’m kidding, bloody hell, thanks for the ego boost,” He pulled out his own Charms book and stared at you with large, puppy eyes, “I might be charming but I’m not good at Charms. I need your Ravenclaw expertise.”

“I thought Ravenclaws were boring.” You asked deflecting the awkward atmosphere from the previous situation.

“You lot are the best house, now please help me.”

So you did. You spent your afternoon helping Na Jaemin with his Charms essay and the next day you helped him with Transfiguration and so on. It was to the point that it became a regular occurrence. You would meet up every afternoon in the same isolated corner of the library, and study and talk and laugh.

Soon enough you two were actually acting civilly in the classroom. Jaemin no longer dipped your hair in his ink pot when you weren’t looking or teased you about having feelings for the Head Boy, which was refreshing. You were actually starting to see the appeal that Na Jaemin had, the appeal everyone in Hogwarts had seen but you had never until now.

It was a warm Spring day and you and Jaemin had agreed to study underneath a tree near the lake. Anna had spent the whole morning claiming you should make it into a picnic date. You had just shoved a pastie in her mouth and told her you didn’t see Jaemin that way, and he didn’t see you that way either.

It wasn’t that you didn’t find him attractive, you did. His personality had prevented you from ever seeing him in a romantic light. Now, you suppose he could seem attractive at times, but that didn’t mean you had feelings for him. You were barely friends, anything romantic was out of the question.

“Y/N.”

You glanced up at the sound of your name, Jaemin’s name on the tip of your tongue. Except it wasn’t the brazen Gryffindor with the alleged heart of gold, but a dark-haired Ravenclaw.

“Hendery,” The usual flutter you felt when you saw him was gone, but you still felt rather breathless as he plopped down next to you in a mass of black and blue.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” He said smiling at you in a way that made you swoon. In the back of your head, you thought it paled in comparison to Jaemin’s bright grin.

“I’ve been swamped with work,” You gestured to the piles of books surrounding you.

He nodded, “I want you to know that what Jaemin said doesn’t bother me. I know he said it out of jealousy--”

You snorted, “He said it to spite me,” You bit your lip, hesitating on the next words, “He knew how I feel something for you.”

There it was out. You were confessing to the Head Boy who was graduating Hogwarts in a few weeks. You had seized the moment, just like Jaemin had advised.

“I know,” Hendery’s eyes were fixed on the jade green grass billowing in the wind. “I think I have for a while.”

“Y-you have?” You spluttered, wanting to bury yourself in a pile of books and grass. “Am I that obvious?”

“You are,” He nodded, smiling to himself, “Or maybe I’ve just become more observant as time went by, which is why I know Jaemin’s obvious dislike of me is jealousy.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“As ridiculous as you two being friends now?” He looked at you, eyes staring straight through you, “I think it took too long, by the way. I expected it sooner, I think all of Hogwarts was betting on when you two would end up snogging in the middle of hexing each other.”

“I like you, Hendery,” You pressed, shoving all the books aside and sitting in front of him.

“You’re infatuated with me,” Hendery talked to you as if you were a petulant child. “There’s a difference. Jaemin on the other hand…”

“So, you think I have feelings for Jaemin then?” You scoffed. “I think I know my own feelings, Hendery.”

I liked you too at one point, but I’m leaving Hogwarts,” You barely had time to register his words. “I’m graduating and moving to France to do some extensive research. Y/N, you realize this is the most we’ve talked since we first met. This is how I know, what you feel...it’s not like with Jaemin.”

“You really are persistent.”

“It’s more like Ravenclaw intuition,” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, “The whole school has been watching you two for years, trust me I’ve got an outsider’s perspective. I just don’t want you to feel tied to an infatuation you built when we were young.”

“I don’t know what to say.” You really didn’t everything was too much. It was overwhelming.

You knew what everyone thought, Anna made it very obvious. She had always insisted Jaemin liked you. She had always said the school expected you to date and that he was pulling your proverbial pigtails as a sign that he liked you. You deflected those comments because you thought he was annoying, but know that you were getting to see his true colors those comments didn’t bother you.

“I guess thank you for this awakening,” You felt a little dazed, like you weren’t you and you had astral projected and were experiencing things from an outside perspective. “I don’t know if I’m suddenly having an epiphany, or if I’m coming to bizarre realization that you’re right.”

“Just in time.” Hendery brushed the grass off his robe as he rose from the ground, “I come in peace don’t worry,” He told the approaching Gryffindor. “I’ve got Head Duties to attend to, so if you’ll excuse me.”

“You looked like you’re having an existential crisis,” Jaemin pointed out taking a seat next to you, “What did Mr. Head Boy want, anyway.”

“I told him I liked him,” You blurted out.

“You did?” He looked panicked and your heart swelled at the hurt that swam in his eyes. “What did he say?”

“He said you liked me.”

“I--”

“Do you?” You peered over at Jaemin, who ran his hands through his brown hair, tousling it in a way that made your hands itch to touch it. “Seize your moment, Jaemin.”

“I do,” He sheepishly confessed, a deep blush dusting his cheeks. “That day in the library, I wasn’t joking. I’ve liked you for a long time, I just didn’t know how to express it other than immature ways.”

“I thought you genuinely just liked being insufferable and pestering me,” You quirked an eyebrow at him, “Your way of flirting has some flaws, you know.”

“Gah, I know,” He facepalmed as he cringed at the memories of him pranking you. “I’m sorry about that. I guess, I just wanted your attention.”

“You have it now,” You said, feeling emboldened, “I rather like this less immature, less insufferable side of you.”

“More than you like, Hendery?” He asked and you responded with a glare, “Hey, I had to ask!”

“I don’t know,” You teased making him growl back at you, biting back a grin you said, “How about we figure whatever this is out? We can go to Hogsmeade next weekend.”

“I’d like that,” He cracked a book open, a bright grin gracing his features, “So, does this mean that I can’t bewitch your goblet of pumpkin juice every now and then? Is that a turn off?”

“You really are the bane of my existence aren’t you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” He beamed, leaning against you and twirling a piece of your hair between his fingers. Your heart thumped wildly. “I have a heart of gold, I can do no wrong.”

He pecked your cheek and winked at you, his focus falling onto the Charms book on his lap. His Gryffindor tie was loose and his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar. His brown hair glowed under the gleaming sunlight and his grin shone brighter than anything in the sky.

You weren’t sure if you still considered him the bane of your existence, but you were sure that whatever relationship progression you two were taking was something you felt like you saw coming no matter how much you denied it before.

Even though, throughout your Hogwarts years you purposefully dodged his presence, in that moment all you wanted to be was right next to him and that’s all that mattered for now.

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O Cachorro Preto

Angel estava caminhando pela orla do Lago Negro, com o livro História da Magia de Bathilda Bagshot. Ele tinha acabado dormindo durante toda a aula do professor Binns, não que fosse o caso dele não gostar de história, Angel realmente gostava de história, ele apenas não suportava o jeito entediante que Binns dava a aula, preferindo muito mais estudar sozinho, mas parece que o velho professor fantasma não estava gostando de suas técnicas de aprendizagem, e como castigo, ele teria que escrever três rolos de pergaminho sobre a Caça as bruxas do século XIV , e como Angel gostava de ser impecável com seus deveres como um verdadeiro corvino, não queria deixar nada escapar, por isso estava relendo o capítulo do livro.

Por várias vezes, ele ignorou os alertas de seus amigos para parar de ler enquanto andava, (coisa que fazia desde criança), estava tudo tranquilo e ele já estava quase terminando o capítulo. Estando tão focado em sua leitura, que não notou o grande cachorro negro perseguindo um diabrete, estava vindo a toda velocidade em sua direção, o cachorro acabou esbarrando com muita força em suas perna fazendo Angelo perder o equilíbrio e cair dentro do lago, e para o azar do garoto, era uma área mais funda do lado, onde a água chegava na altura de sua cintura.

Angel acabou encharcado dos pés à cabeça, seu cabelo bem penteado agora grudados em sua testa escorriam água, e sua edição de História da Magia boiava sobre a superfície da água, pegando o livro, a tinta escorria por todas as páginas, o livro estava arruinado. O cachorro estava sentado na orla olhando para Angel com seus olhos vermelhos brilhantes.

– Valeu mesmo cãozinho. – Disse Angel afastando o cabelo molhado dos olhos. Angel tentou sair, mas ele sentiu seu sapato afundar na lama do lago.

– O que você está fazendo ai?

Levantando os olhos de volta à orla, uma garota da Sonserina, com cabelos castanho escuros e olhos acinzentados apareceu ao lado do cachorro negro. Ollie já tinha falado daquela garota para Angel, era Lian Jardine, mesmo que Ollie garantisse que ela era uma garota legal, Angel não podia deixar de sentir um pouco de medo dela, principalmente depois de ouvi-lo contando sobre a brincadeira que ela fez, dizendo ao Ollie que seu cachorro havia comido Mash Potatoe.

– Nada, o cachorro acabou esbarrando em mim e eu acabei caindo aqui. – Disse Angel tentando sair mais uma vez, porém, sem sucesso.

– Você quer ajuda? – Ela estendeu a mão, mas Angel se afastou por instinto.

– Não... es... estou bem. – Ele disse agarrando seu livro arruinado. Angel não soube o porque ele tinha recusado a ajuda, já que estava preso ali.

– Tudo bem ent��o. – A garota disse dando de ombros. – Vamos Lucifer.

Quando ela estava dando as costas para voltar ao castelo, Angel chamou:

– Espera! Eu... estou preso. – Sua bochechas ficaram ruborizadas de vergonha. – Não consigo sair, pode me ajudar?

Lian estendeu a mão e ajudou Angel a sair. Já do lado de fora, Angel tirou os sapatos e suas meias listradas encharcadas.

– Parece que seu livro já era. – Ela disse vendo as folhas borradas e a capa descolando.

– Bem... eu ia pedir um livro novo para a minha mãe mesmo. – Disse Angel torcendo as meias. – Não tem problema...

– Desculpe por isso, Lucifer estava perseguindo um diabrete fugitivo, nem ele aguenta mais essas criaturas da sala de defesa contra as artes das trevas, estou quase usando um feitiço adesivo na porta daquela gaiola.

– É... eu também não gosto aqueles diabretes. – Disse Angel com um sorriso tímido. – Eu... me chamo Angelo Lancaster...

– Eu sei, Ollie fala bastante de você no Salão Comunal da Sonserina, Lian Jardine.

– Eu também já sabia, Ollie me falou sobre a pegadinha com o Mash.

– É... – Ela passou a mão pelo cabelo e sorriu timidamente. – Não achei que ele ia chorar por causa disso, ele fugiu quando tentei explicar que era apenas uma brincadeira.

– Ollie pode ser bem sensível as vezes. – Angel não pode deixar de rir do amigo.

O cachorro pulou e Angel tentando lamber seu rosto do garoto, como se quisesse se desculpar.

– Tudo bem garoto, não estou com raiva de você.

– Lucifer gostou de você.

– Lucifer? Esse é um nome bem... único. – Disse Angel acariciando o pelo do cachorro.

– A maioria fica surpreso.

– Bem acho que é melhor eu ir tirar essa roupa molhada agora. – Angel disse começando a tremer. – Já estou começando a ficar com frio.

As roupas molhadas estavam começando a incomoda-lo e deixa-lo com frio, dirigindo um sorriso para Lian ele disse:

– Vejo vocês dois por ai, foi legal te conhecer Lian. Tchau Lucifer.

Com isso Angel seguiu para o castelo para tirar as roupas molhadas, Lian não era tão assustadora quando ele achou, ela era bem legal, só gostava de brincar com as pessoas.

(Mais tarde no Salão Comunal da Corvinal)

Depois de tomar um banho rápido e trocar de roupa, ele saiu do dormitório para pegar emprestado a edição de História da Magia da estante do salão comunal, porém quando ele chegou na mesa de estudo ele encontrou uma edição nova de História da Magia, e saindo do livro uma pedaço de pergaminho escrito “Angelo Lancaster”, pegando o pergaminho era um bilhete para ele:

“Angelo, desculpe por Lucifer ter te empurrado no Lago Negro, aqui tem uma nova edição de História da Magia para você.”

Angel abriu a primeira página e viu o desenho de Lucifer empurrando Angel dentro do lago e Lian aparecendo para ajudá-lo a sair. O garoto não pode deixar de sorrir vendo o desenho que se movia, Lian realmente tinha senso de humor.

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The Black Dog

Angel was walking along the shores of Black Lake with the book History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot. He'd slept through Professor Binns's whole class, not that he didn't like history, Angel really did like history, he just couldn't stand the boring way Binns gave the class, preferring much more to study alone, but it seems that the old ghost teacher was not liking his learning techniques, and as a punishment, he would have to write three scrolls about the Witch Hunts of 14th Century, and how Angel liked to be impeccable with his duties as a true Ravenclaw, I didn't want to let anything go, so I was rereading the chapter of the book.

Several times he ignored his friends' warnings to stop reading while walking, (which he had been doing since he was a child), everything was quiet and he was almost done with the chapter. Being so focused on his reading that he didn't notice the big black dog chasing a pixie, it was coming full speed towards him, the dog bumping hard on his legs causing Angelo to lose his balance and fall into the lake, and to the boy's bad luck was a deeper area on the side, where the water reached his waist.

Angel was soaked from head to toe, his neatly combed hair now flowing over his forehead, and his edition of History of Magic floated over the surface of the water, taking the book, the ink running down the pages, the book was ruined. . The dog was sitting on the edge looking at Angel with his bright red eyes.

“Thanks a lot doggy.” Said Angel, brushing wet hair from his eyes. Angel tried to get out, but he felt his shoe sink into the mud of the lake.

“What are you doing there?”

Glancing back to the edge, a Slytherin girl with dark brown hair and gray eyes appeared beside the black dog. Ollie had already talked about that girl to Angel, it was Lian Jardine, even though Ollie assured her she was a nice girl, Angel couldn't help but be a little afraid of her, especially after hearing him tell her about the joke she did, telling Ollie that his dog had eaten Mash Potatoe.

"Nothing, the dog bumped into me and I ended up falling here." Said Angel trying to leave again, but without success.

“You want help?” She held out her hand, but Angel walked away on instinct.

“No ... I’m ... I'm fine.” He said grabbing his ruined book. Angel did not know why he had refused help since he was stuck there.

“Okay then.” The girl said shrugging. “Come on Lucifer.”

As she was turning her back to the castle, Angel called out:

“Wait! I'm stuck.” Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I can't go out, can you help me?"

Lian reached out and helped Angel out. Outside, Angel took off her shoes and her soaked striped socks.

"Looks like your book is gone." - She said seeing the blurred leaves and the cover taking off.

“Well ... I was going to order a new book for my mother.” Said Angel twisting the socks. “No problem...”

"Sorry about that, Lucifer was chasing a runaway pixie, nor can he stand these defence of against of dark arts creatures anymore, I'm almost using an adhesive spell on the door of that cage."

“Yeah ... I don't like those goblins either.” Said Angel with a shy smile. - My name is Angelo Lancaster ...

"I know, Ollie talks a lot about you at the Slytherin Common Room, Lian Jardine."

“I knew that too, Ollie told me about the Mash prank.”

"Yeah ..." She ran a hand through her hair and smiled shyly. "I didn't think he was going to cry over it, he ran away when I tried to explain that it was just a joke."

“Ollie can be very sensitive sometimes.” Angel can't help laughing at his friend. "The dog jumped and Angel tried to lick his face from the boy, as if to apologize.”

"Okay boy, I'm not mad at you."

“Lucifer liked you.”

“Lucifer? That is a very ... unique name.” Said Angel stroking the dog's fur.

“Most are surprised.”

"Well, I think I better take off my wet clothes now." Angel said starting to shiver. “I'm starting to get cold already.”

The wet clothes were starting to bother him and make him cold, directing a smile to Lian he said:

“See you both around, nice to meet you Lian. Bye Lucifer.”

With that Angel went to the castle to take off the wet clothes, Lian was not so scary when he found it, she was very nice, just liked to play with people.

(Later in Ravenclaw Common Room)

After taking a quick shower and changing clothes, he left the dormitory to borrow the History of Magic edition from the common room shelf, but when he arrived at the study table he found a new edition of History of Magic, and leaving. from the book a piece of parchment written “Angelo Lancaster”, taking the parchment was a note to him:

"Angelo, sorry Lucifer pushed you into Black Lake, here is a new edition of History of Magic for you."

Angel opened the front page and saw Lucifer's drawing pushing Angel into the lake and Lian appearing to help him out. The boy couldn't help but smile at the moving drawing, Lian really had a sense of humor.

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Espero que gostem desse texto do dia que Angel conheceu oficialmente Lian Jardine, foi um encontro bem molhado digamos assim. E eu espero que @moontii23, não se importe por ter escrito isso, eu gostei dela.

I hope you enjoy this text from the day Angel officially met Lian Jardine, it was a very wet date so to speak. And I hope @ moontii23, don't mind writing that. I liked her

#hogwarts mystery #angelo lancaster #angel #lian jardine #diving in the black lake

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