𝐎𝐂 𝐱 𝐎𝐂 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: A Masterlist — 1960s-2010s
An open offer for oc x oc interactions for all of my HP OCs and the types of relationships that they’re open for! This also functions as a masterlist for my Hogwarts dorms. In addition, everyone featured will only get one tag to avoid breaking the post.
Interactions for ocs born between the 1870s & 1950s can be found here.
The preference is for mutuals and the ability to slip it the (few) storylines. If any of them strike your interest, please comment, reblog, send an ask, or DM and specify with the OCs’ names.
Extra Info:
Total Number of OCs: 18
Number of OCs Open for Dormmates: 12
Number or OCs Open for Friendships: 16
Number of OCs Open for Love Interests: 2
Eras: HPHM, Golden, HPMA, Next Gen
𝙷𝙾𝙶𝚆𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚂 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚈
Huck Fitzgerald
b. november 28, 1972 | saggitarius
hufflepuff | muggleborn | irish | entp | enneagram type 6w7
in a different universe than the ruth & the o’donnells
a little more removed from the drama of ‘R’ and the cursed vaults
an orphan and raised by his aunt and uncle from the age of 5
traveled quite extensively with his aunt and uncle who are both in fields related to archeology and therefore knows how to hold a very basic conversation in a few different languages
more of a cat person than a dog person
makes friends easily, although most aren’t close friends
healer to stay-at-home dad to ancient studies professor at hogwarts
Love Interest: Lyra Wilson (@cursebreakerfarrier)
Dorm: Huck | Rohan Khanna | Diego Caplan | Reid Van de Lune (kc-and-co) | Marty Raymond (@hogwartsmysteryho)
Open for: Friendships
Ruth Lyman
b. july 17, 1973 | cancer
ravenclaw | muggleborn | irish | jewish | infj | enneagram type 8w9
not involved very much in the cursed vaults, she works more as a background character like levi kidd
raised by her father and her grandmother in a bakery in dublin, ireland
a quieter soul who spends time alone but enjoys being with other people
a literature nerd
works as a tutor for the younger students while at hogwarts and for a few years between the end of hogwarts and the start of the wizarding world
a children’s book author and later, the charms professor at hogwarts
Love Interest: Conor O’Donnell
Dorm: Ruth | Badeea Ali | Tulip Karasu | Isabelle Dubois (@endlessly-cursed) | Lyse Spindle (@magicallymalted)
Open for: Friendships
Ryan O’Donnell
b. august 18, 1973 | leo
gryffindor | half-blood | irish | esfp | enneagram type 8w7
the firstborn quadruplet, although the second born child
chaotic disaster quad
most involved in the cursed vaults mystery
“i hate mysteries, they need to be solved” vibes
the rolling stones over the beatles any day
impulsive and kind and someone that you can count on
puts on a front that he’s always brave and has everything together
has a bit of a reputation for causing trouble
plays chaser on the gryffindor team and has a friendly rivalry with his sister, cara
cursebreaker
Love Interest: Penny Haywood
Dorm: Ryan | Ash Khanna | Ben Copper | Jae Kim | Charlie Weasley
Open for: Friendships
Cara O’Donnell
b. august 18, 1973 | leo
slytherin | half-blood | irish | enfp | enneagram type 8
the second born quadruplet and the third of five siblings
disaster bi quad
chaotic and messy, but she’s still put together
enjoys quidditch and skateboarding, but no other sports
plays chaser on the slytherin quidditch team and has a friendly rivalry with her brother, ryan
artist who eventually becomes an illustrator
Love Interest: Rowan Khanna
Dorm: Cara | Ismelda Murk | Merula Synde | Liz Tuttle | Semele Thorne (endlessly-cursed)
Open for: Friendships
Sara O’Donnell
b. august 18, 1973 | leo
hufflepuff | half-blood | irish | esfj | enneagram type 2
third born quadruplet and the fourth of five siblings
soft sweetheart quad
has a tendency to put others’ problems and needs ahead of her own
always willing to lend a hand, especially to her friends
would say that tonks is her best friend
worked in the hospital wing in her sixth and seventh years
was named prefect in her fifth year
not the most invested in the vaults, but she’s going to help out her siblings
healer
Love Interest: Barnaby Lee
Dorm: Sara | Nymphadora Tonks | Penny Haywood | Rowan Khanna | Chiara Lobosca
Open for: Friendships
Conor O’Donnell
b. august 18, 1973 | leo
ravenclaw | half-blood | irish | istp | enneagram type 5
youngest quadruplet and child
least involved in the cursed vaults mystery and is fully done by his sixth year
honestly, he’s usually just here because of his siblings
keeps to himself and hard to get to know
stutters and because of this, he doesn’t speak much and deals with feelings of fear, shame, and aniexty
also swears like a sailor and has no shame about it
plays seeker for the ravenclaw quidditch team
really good at nonverbal magic
architect
Love Interest: Ruth Lyman
Dorm: Conor | Talbott Winger | Andre Egwu | Victor Ketsueki | OPEN
Open for: 1 dormmate
𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚂
Camila Valdez
b. september 19, 1979 | virgo
slytherin | half-blood | spanish | irish | american | cuban | intj | enneagram type 5w6
second of five children
attended hogwarts in the same years as harry & co.
silently beefs with draco malfoy because she thinks he’s an insufferable jerk
named prefect in her fifth year and headgirl in her seventh (much to her immense surprise)
becomes the astronomy professor in 2004, at the age of 24
is helping to raise her two youngest siblings, amada and joaquin who were both born in 2000
she’s a fair professor, willing to give out second chances to those who earn it
Love Interest: Jasper Kingsley (@cursebreakerfarrier)
Dorm: Camila | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN
Open for: Friendships, colleagues, 4 dormmates
Nicholas Wraxall
b. february 2, 1989 | aquarius
hufflepuff | muggleborn | american | australian | mbti | enneagram type 1
hogwarts professor (still not sure what exactly he teaches, what subjects don’t have ocs?) and head of hufflepuff
orphaned at the age of 12 and then adopted by an eccentric and wealthy pureblood wizard
gained a reputation for being the weird american kid during his time at hogwarts
played seeker while at hogwarts
worked as an auror for a few years before becoming a professor
became a professor by accident
his reputation as a professor is the hot professor that half the hogwarts student body has a crush on
totally oblivious to student crushes
either teaches muggle studies or flying
Love Interest: Frances Fersen (@endlessly-cursed)
Dorm: Nicholas | Harker Hartford (potionboy3) | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN
Open for: 3 dormmates, friendships
𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙲 𝙰𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙳
Finn MacKade
b. december 30, 1996 | capricorn
ravenclaw | muggleborn | irish | english | istj | enneagram type 4w3
eldest of four boys with an identical twin brother
an avid photographer who is rarely seen without his camera
plays chaser while at hogwarts
someone who is good during a crisis, but terrible at handling the aftermath
kind and trustworthy but private and introverted
takes the big brother role pretty seriously, but not always the strongest with it
becomes a professional photographer and works for the daily prophet for about a decade before moving to free lance work
Love Interest: Scotty Rosier (@drinkyoursoupbitch)
Dorm: Finn | Efesto Vecellio (@nicos-oc-hell) | Duncan Ludwig (@usernoneexistent) | Jimmy Crouch (@potionboy3) | OPEN
Open for: Friendships
Nate MacKade
b. december 30, 1996 | capricorn
hufflepuff | muggleborn | irish | english | istj | enneagram type 2w1
second of four children with an identical twin brother
soft, sweet, kind, sunshiny, big heart
massive history nerd and one of the few students who have never fallen asleep while binns is teaching
nate’s a great friend, but he doesn’t open up very much
usually wears his heart on his sleeve
often puts others ahead of himself
a bit of a people pleaser
archivist then historian and finally, history of magic professor at hogwarts
Love Interest: Nova Hartley (@gaygryffindorgal)
Dorm: Nate | Quincey Alderly (gaygryffindorgal) | Conner Everett (@amerrymystery) | Robin Isherwood (cursebreakerfarrier) | Zephyr Mercury (@slytherindisaster)
Open for: Friendships
Jack Whitten
b. february 28, 1997 | pisces
slytherin | muggleborn | irish | english | estp | enneagram type 7
reckless af and a bit of a trouble magnet
dyslexic
not a fan of quidditch, much to everyone’s surprise
he likes fishing, soccer/football, and hurling… and broom racing
has an identical twin brother
his recklessness is a result of abandonment issues as his parents disappeared when he was a baby and no one knew anything about it until about twenty years later
magiopalentologist
Love Interest: Sage Carridan (@kc-and-co)
Dorm: Jack | Maxim Raeburn (potionboy3) | Levi Vecellio (nicos-oc-hell) | Isander Yaxley (gaygryffindorgal) | OPEN
Open for: Friendships, 2 dormmates
Benedict Whitten
b. february 28, 1997 | pisces
ravenclaw | muggleborn | irish | english | intp | enneagram type 6
prefers to spend his free time in the outdoors
he has abandonment issues and thus, doesn’t let himself have too many close relationships
very hard to get know
goes by “ben” sometimes, but absolutely hates being called “benny”
tends to bottle up his emotions
he ends up joining the frog choir by accident
plays seeker on the ravenclaw quidditch team
he starts his working life as an archivist before being hired as the curator to the scamamder wizarding natural history museum in london
Love Interest: Poppy Easterbrook (@cursebreakerfarrier)
Dorm: Benedict | Marco Han (magicallymalted) | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN
Thea Whitten
b. may 29, 1997 | gemini
gryffindor | muggleborn | irish | english | vietnamese | esfp | enneagram type 4w3
the middle of three sisters, both of whom are muggles
thea’s an avid baker
she’s the cousin of jack and benedict, whom her parents are raising
her mother passed away when she was thirteen
shows her love via flowers
she has a big heart and is soft but chaotic
she plays beater on the gryffindor quidditch team
herbologist who later owns her own florist shop
Love Interest: Noa March (@thatravenpuffwitch)
Dorm: Thea | Mary Ann Von Dynne (endlessly-cursed) | Hester Gleason-Kearney (cursebreakerfarrier) | OPEN | OPEN
Open for: Friendships, 2 dormmates
𝙽𝙴𝚇𝚃 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽
Sophie Pembroke
b. january 7, 2000 | capricorn
ravenclaw | half-blood | irish | welsh | english | isfp | enneagram type 4w5
eldest of three with a younger brother, rhys, in hufflepuff and a younger sister, emmy, in gryffindor
her mother died when she was nine and then her father had a stroke when she was sixteen
tends to keep to herself, although she doesn’t mind other people’s company
tea lover
plays keeper on the ravenclaw quidditch team
stubborn, sarcastic, and doing her best but feeling like she’s failing herself and everyone else
descendant of max pembroke through his son, harry, and william devlin through his daughter, lucy
inherited max’s cat allergy
wandmaker
Love Interest: Luke Battersea
Dorm: Sophie | Victoire Weasley | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN
Open for: Friendships, 3 dormmates
Luke Battersea
b. july 21, 2000 | cancer
gryffindor | half-blood | irish | scottish | english | intp | enneagram type 5
youngest of five by quite a bit
sole survivor of the attack that killed his parents and older siblings when he was six
grief-ridden and generally kinda of angry
acts like everything is no big deal and that he’s cool with it, but really, he’s got a lot going on
grumpy old man energy
dog lover and a star wars nerd
plays seeker on the gryffindor quidditch team
obsessed with finding the truth about why his parents were murdered
great-grandson of simon battersea, through his son, oliver, and edmund kennedy, through his daughter, cecilia
Love Interest: Sophie Pembroke
Dorm: Luke | Joaquin Valdez | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN
Open for: Friendships, 3 dormmates
Declan O’Donnell-Lee
b. september 1, 2001 | virgo
slytherin | half-blood | irish | english | istp | enneagram type 3w4?
eldest son and second of four children born to sara o’donnell and barnaby lee which also makes him the second oldest of the ten o’donnell cousins
dyslexic
the odd one out amongst his family
sports boy through and through
plays seeker for the slytherin quidditch team and is eventually named captain of the team
dog lover
plays quidditch professionally as a seeker for the ballycastle bats
Love Interest: Callie Black (@mjs-oc-corner)
Dorm: Declan | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN
Open for: Friendships, 4 dormmates
Quinn Power
b. december 1, 2004/5 | sagittarius
slytherin | half-blood | irish | american | english | estp | enneagram type ??
middle of five children with two older brothers, kevin and jason, a younger brother named orion, and a younger sister named cassidy
a werewolf who was bitten at the age of five after his parents accidentally angered a werewolf
plays beater for the slytherin quidditch team
demisexual and biromantic
angry in general, mostly at himself
grumpy loner
descendant of minerva kennedy
career is tbd
Love Interest: Open
Dorm: Quinn | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN
Open for: A love interest of any gender, friendships, and 4 dormmates
Jude Cozens
b. june 13, 2002-2005 | gemini
gryffindor | muggleborn | american or canadian | ixxx
hockey obsessed
doesn’t know who his father is
moves to the uk because his mother got married
angry about the move to the uk and very disappointed by the lack of hockey
has played ice hockey since he was little, he plays center
highly allergic to bees, so he carries an epi-pen
heterosexual
very new and undeveloped, plus his name might end up changing (previously nico, now jude)
Love Interest: Open
Dorm: Jude | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN
Open for: A love interest, 4 dormmates, friendships
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HPHM April Prompts 2021: Day 7: When Your Reflection Plots Against You (Part 3)
What is this, a crossover episode?
Okay, so funny story! The end to the story I’ve been doing recently and today’s prompt are about the same thing, so I sort of have to have them both be the thing for today because yeah!
Part 1/3
Part 2/3
Anyway, onto...
Prompt 7: MC’s First Kiss
When Matthew finally came to, he had a pounding headache. He pushed himself up with the guitar case, getting back onto his face, before noticing the mirror. He wasn’t in it. Of course, Matthew thought, I’m the reflection now. He looked behind him, hoping to see where that light had come from. There was nothing. Apart from him, the bathroom was empty. Suddenly, he heard a door creak. On the other side of the mirror, in the real world, Charlie Weasley had walked in. Matthew moved towards the mirror.
“Charlie!” he tried, but to no avail, “Charlie!”
But there was nothing. It was like he was a ghost. Actually, I’m less than a ghost now. He sighed, moving back towards the guitar case. With nothing else to do, he picked up the instrument and slung it onto his back, before leaving the boys’ toilets. It occurred to him that he needed to find Edwin before he did anything too embarrassing, or before he got to his friends.
It was bizarre to see the halls of Hogwarts empty, but with all the same buzz of people moving up and down. It was rather like there being a conversation happening in the other room, but you couldn’t for the life of you find that room. He tried to marshal his thoughts as to where Edwin would go with his body. The lake, obviously, he thought to himself. But something rather strange happened to this alternate Hogwarts as Matthew approached the school grounds. What should have been the quidditch lesson area and the whomping willow, and the Forbidden Forest, was instead an inky black void, with large tubes of light jutting into it from various windows. It was solid, and Matthew couldn’t pass through it. A good way away he could see the grass around the Black Lake.
“So I can’t go anywhere that isn’t reflected.” he deduced aloud. Matthew tried to relax his breathing. This was just another riddle, and he would have to solve it. And for that, he’d need to focus.
“Shut up, Barnaby!”
Matthew twisted around, noticing the images of Merula, Ismelda and Barnaby hanging in the air through a small shield-shaped window. A Prefect’s badge, Matthew thought before leaning in to take a closer look.
“What is it?” Barnaby asked quietly.
“I just...I thought I heard him...” Merula said, her violet eyes scanning the corridor.
“Who?” asked Ismelda, irritated at having to stop.
“Luther, of course!” she snapped. Matthew’s eyes widened. “He was saying something about reflections...”
“Yes, I’m over here!” Matthew yelled. He didn’t care how it had happened, he was just happy that it did.
Merula moved up and down the corridor. “Luther, where the hell are you?!”
Ismelda and Barnaby watched, both very much confused by all of this.
Matthew felt relief wash over him. “Merula, I’m-”
“I’m right here.” came his own voice. Coming into view from the side of the badge was Edwin, wearing his body.
“Oh, there you are.” she said stiffly. Matthew watched as Edwin flicked his braceletless hand at the badge, and he knew he had placed a Silencing Charm on it. Matthew could only pray Merula could sniff Edwin out.
“What’s got you so happy?” she asked with a scowl on her face.
“Oh, nothing really...” Edwin said absentmindedly. “Anyway, what did you want?”
“W-What did I want?” she asked incredulously. “You’re the one who called me over!”
“I’m pretty sure I didn’t.” he said, shrugging. Matthew felt a surge of anger at him.
“Yes you did!” said Merula, exasperated.
Edwin cocked his head, then turned to the other two Slytherins, “Did either of you hear anything?”
“No, I didn’t.” said Ismelda.
“No, nothing.” said Barnaby.
“Well, there you go.” Edwin concluded, “Maybe you’re hearing things.”
“I am not!” Merula yelled, going slightly red.
“Sure. Whatever.” he said, running a hand through Matthew’s hair, “So, you going down to the lake later?”
“W-What? No...” said Merula, confused. Barnaby, however, nodded.
“I am! It’s gonna be great fun!” he exclaimed.
“I don’t care.” Ismelda sneered.
“Mm, it’s just that everyone is going to be there. And I thought, seeing as you can’t go to Hogsmeade, you’d want to go to a party when you could.”
Matthew felt his heart break as he saw Merula’s expression. This wasn’t fair. Nobody treated his mortal enemy like this, especially not someone like Edwin.
“F-Fine, I’ll go.” Merula conceded. “C-Come on, you two.” They stepped into the inky void, Merula wearing an expression that Matthew knew all too well. Fear.
“You could have been a bit nicer, Matt.” came a voice. Matthew realised just which Prefect’s badge he was looking through. And Edwin had no idea.
“Oh...I guess I could.” he admitted, “But I got her to go to the party, and isn’t that what matters?”
“It does if she doesn’t actually want to go.” said Bill Weasley, “You of all people should know that.”
Edwin shrugged, before heading into the void too. Bill must have followed him, for the Prefect badge vanished too. He had to get to the lake quickly, and find Merula and tell her what was happening. From there, however, he was at a bit of a loss. Maybe if he got the book back and managed to reveal the ink, he could find a way to return to his body. That would explain why he didn’t want me to get the book back, he thought. But before all that, he had to actually get to the lake in the first place. He looked up at the tubes of light which splintered the void. Matthew grinned. He’d had an idea, and it wasn’t half bad. He headed up towards Ravenclaw tower at breakneck speed, avoiding the void that appeared in corridors with less mirrors. Eventually, he found his way up to the door to the Common Room. The Eagle knocker looked up at him.
“You are here, yet you are not here.” it said. “Curious. Now, I am at the start of every race, the end of every Bludger, and in the middle of Paris. What am I?”
Matthew thought for a moment, before smirking. “R.”
The eagle nodded, before the door opened.
“Hmm, that’s odd.” said Rowan,as Matthew came in. “ Wonder why the door’s opened...” Matthew sighed as he and the other Ravenclaws looked up and saw right through him.
“I’ll tell you when I get out, Rowan.” he said. There was no reaction. Matthew headed up to his dormitory, where he found his Cleansweep resting against his four-poster bed. He reached for it, hoping, and while his left hand went straight through it, his right hand gripped the wood, the silver bracelet’s carvings glowing as it happened. Matthew grinned, before looking back at the mirror. In it, he could see the Black Lake out the window. He also saw the Cleansweep floating in midair. This gave Matthew another idea. He crept back down to the Common Room, and saw the Ravenclaws’ expressions of pure shock at a floating broom.
“Hey, isn’t that Matthew’s Cleansweep?” said Andre. Matthew couldn’t help but grin as he twirled the broomstick in his hands, causing it to spin. Then, he started to back up into the boys’ dormitory. Rowan, Andre, Tulip and Talbott all followed it until they came to Matthew’s four poster bed. He used the broom to wave at the four, then tried to make a beckoning gesture. After that, he hopped on and flew out the window, leaving them flabbergasted as the pilotless broom headed towards the lake.
It was an odd sensation, flying down a thin strip of the Hogwarts grounds, going over a small fraction of the Whomping Willow, watching students blip in and out of existence. He sped down the hill until he was over the lake, when he noticed a large gathering of students reflected in the water near the shore. He saw that there was a table with food laid out before them. He slowly moved down a few yards away, landing his broom and resting it against a nearby tree. He couldn’t risk Edwin finding out he was here again. Matthew shook his head. He had hoped that third year would be a little less eventful than last year, though he should have known that this would be impossible. Rueing his bad luck, he headed towards the party, not registering four Ravenclaws show up behind him.
“I’m so glad you all made it!” he heard Penny cheer, as the party got underway. At least, it did in the waters of the Black Lake. Matthew, meanwhile, only had a few feet of ground to work with before it gave way to the void. He saw people enter and exit the darkness, until he finally saw Merula. He knew he couldn’t just talk to her, as much as he wanted to. No, he had to find another way. Then, it occurred to him that he had Edwin’s guitar on his back. He set it onto the floor and undid the zip on the leather, before pulling it open.
For an acoustic guitar, it was pretty impressive. It had several magical runes on the wood, and the strings were a brilliant blue, just like the ropes which had pulled him through the mirror. He silently thanked his father for being part of a band when he was younger and pulled out the guitar, putting the strap around his shoulder. Even from here, he could see Edwin moving everyone’s groups away from the lake, especially Merula’s. Matthew had been where she was several times before, feeling like everybody knew how to act at a party except for you. Matthew gritted his teeth, moved towards the lake, both him and the guitar invisible, and started to play.
A A A A, D D, Em Em Em Em, D D…
***
Merula looked up, hearing the sounds of a guitar. It wasn’t a song she recognised, so she assumed it was some Muggle music. She could recognise the chords though. A A A A, D D, Em Em Em Em, D D… though she couldn’t see anyone playing. She walked through the students, ducking out of the way when she saw Matthew. He was talking with Chiara and Penny, but it didn’t look like how Matthew usually talked. Normally, he was reserved, quiet, a little hunched over. Not here. No, here it reminded her of some of the irritating sods in Preston’s gang. Merula scowled, before heading towards the music. Strangely enough, it seemed to be coming from inside the Lake… but that couldn’t be…
“Psst, Merula!”
She looked down into the water. There was her reflection, but next to it stood Matthew Luther, with a rune covered guitar.
“Don’t look at me!” he hissed, “Turn around and act like you don’t see me!”
Merula obeyed, turning on the spot. Secretly, she had been hoping for an explanation for his behaviour today; he had been amicable enough at first, but over the last few hours or so he had become rather cocky and boastful.
“Merula, that isn’t me.” he said, still playing the guitar, “That arse took my body!”
Her eyes widened. “He’s a changeling?!”
“If...if that’s what they’re called, yeah.”
Merula found it in her to smirk. “Really Luther, I forget how little you know about the Wizarding World.”
“It’s not my fault our Defence against the Dark Arts teachers have been rubbish.” he remarked.
“Eh, you’re not wrong there, they have been awful.” she admitted. “So how the hell did this happen?”
“Long story short: Some guy named Edwin appeared in the mirror saying he was trapped and needed help escaping.” Matthew explained, “I agreed, though I didn’t realise just how I’d be helping him.”
Merula stared at Edwin. Yes, she saw it now. It was like a Metamorphmagus had turned into him, or someone had used Polyjuice Potion. That’s why she’d felt so uncomfortable around him. Because it wasn’t Matthew. “So, how do we get him out?”
Matthew looked a little surprised. “Oh, I thought you’d suggest leaving me here.”
She laughed, genuinely, before shaking her head. “Luther, if I left you there this Edwin would have to be my rival. And I don’t like the sound of that at all. You’re my mortal enemy, Luther, and nobody gets to doom you for eternity except me.”
Matthew grinned through the water. “Thanks, Merula. Now, do you have anything reflective on you?” She shuffled through her pockets until she pulled out a silver comb.
“By the way, since when could you play guitar?” she asked, as Matthew appeared in the comb.
“Oh, my Dad taught me. I just know a few songs, though, not much.” he confessed.
“Alright...” began Merula, nervously moving towards the throng of students, “What do we do?”
“There’s a book in my bag called The Ramifications of Our Reflections.” Matthew explained, “It has some text in invisible ink that Edwin really didn’t want me to see, to our best bet is grabbing the book and finding out what it says.”
“Ah, so we’re stealing from him!” she declared quietly.
“Well, no, it’s my book!” Matthew yelled, before adding, “Well, it’s technically Snape’s, but he took it from me, so there.”
They neared the pile of everyone’s bags, and Merula bent down to grab hers, before manoeuvring towards Matthew’s satchel. Slowly, while eyeing the changeling, Merula bent down and grabbed the book, quickly placing it in her own bag. She took a sigh of relief, and quickly walked away.
“Now what?” she whispered, before seeing Ismelda.
“This party's boring. I’m heading back to the common room.” she declared.
“Good idea.” Merula said, walking with her.
“Don’t worry, she can’t see me.” Matthew reassured her, “Now all we need to do is heat up the book and we can see the information.”
Merula nodded as they headed away from the party, but they were stopped on their way back by Edwin.
“Hey, wh-where you going?” he asked, his usual cocky demeanour in full swing.
“We’re leaving.” Merula declared, “This party is boring, and you shouldn’t have invited us.”
Edwin stared at her for a moment. “Is that so.” he said, not even trying to make it a question.
“Yeah...I’m leaving now...bye.” she said, heading off. Ismelda looked at her, then at Edwin.
“Wow, she really doesn’t like you.” she said, “What’d you do to her?”
“I would worry more about what I’m going to do.” Edwin growled.
“Merula...” Matthew began, “Get to my broom. It’s right by the lake.” When she looked at the comb, confused, Matthew just shouted “GO!” and that got her moving.
She sprinted back down the hill, where she saw the Cleansweep resting by a tree. She grabbed a hold of it and saw Edwin racing after her.
“Just wait a minute!” he yelled, as Merula kicked off the ground. Matthew quickly put the guitar onto his back as the ground fell beneath them, and soon they were soaring over the grounds once again.
“Now how’d she know the broom was there?” Rowan asked aloud. “Matthew, do you-”
“Curse them!” Edwin bellowed, heading off after her, wand in hand. Ismelda hissed.
“Oh no you don’t...” she muttered, running after him. Bill stood nearby, very much concerned.
“Something’s going on here...” he deduced, before joining the chase. Of course, Merula and Matthew had the advantage of having a broomstick, which allowed them to get to the other side of the school in very little time. They ended up on the second floor, just above the Great Hall.
“Nobody uses these toilets.” Merula explained, “Myrtle’s always kicking up a fuss.”
They headed into the girl’s bathroom, which was oddly quiet.
“That’s strange.” said Merula, “I wonder where she’s gone.” Matthew appeared in a mirror near the sink.
“That was close.” he admitted, looking on as Merula pulled Ramifications out of her satchel. “Now all we need to do is heat it up and we’ll be set. Be careful though, we don’t want to set it on fire.”
“Right.” Merula said, placing the book on the ground. Matthew moved closer, appearing in a puddle of water. “Incendio Parvus!” A small flame appeared on the tip of Merula’s wand, which she moved down towards the paper. “Hey, it’s working!” she said excitedly.
“Great! Find the part about freeing people from mirrors!” Matthew implored, placing down the guitar.
“Okay, okay...” she said, flicking through the pages.
“Um...Merula...” Matthew began, “Sorry for dragging you into this.”
“Hmph...it’s...I mean, it wasn’t you, was it? It was that changeling who was the arse.”
“I know, but I made the deal with him...” he lamented.
“Yeah, I know, but...” she paused, looking over at Matthew’s puddle. “Oh come on. He gave you what you wanted, right?”
Matthew considered this. “Yeah. I guess he did.”
Merula smirked again. “What’d you even ask for?”
Matthew suddenly looked nervous. “I...um, I just wanted advice. We’d had that argument yesterday, and so I was just...I didn’t want to make things worse every time I saw you, or anyone else.”
Merula frowned. “Th-That’s it?!”
“Yeah...that’s it.”
She looked at him through the water, before bursting into laughter. “What?” he asked, more confused than ever.
“Sorry, it’s just...” she paused to wipe her hair out of her face, “It’s weird how little you trust yourself. I mean, you make friends all the time. I’m the one who can’t make friends and can’t go to Hogsmeade.”
Matthew frowned at her. “You don’t have to talk about-”
“It’s alright.” she reassured him. “I-I just...it’s my aunt. She says I’m not doing well enough in Defence against the Dark Arts.”
“But that’s not fair, the teachers are total tw-”
“I know that.” said Merula, “But my aunt thinks that I need to revise more...and she’s my legal guardian...so...”
“Merula, I’m sorry. You know...if you wanted to, I could give you a hand with...you know, studying and stuff.”
“Is that so?” she said, flicking through the pages with her other hand. “I don’t know...we’re mortal enemies. I don’t know how I’d feel about- Ah ha!” she exclaimed suddenly, “Freeing those trapped in the Reflected Realm! Bingo!”
Matthew craned his neck to see, but to no avail. Merula seemed to notice. “Oh, right, sorry. If a wizard or witch has been trapped within the Reflected Realm, they must be freed by breaking the contract forged between them and a changeling. To do this, one must return to the mirror of entry, destroy the surface they made the deal with and recite the phrase “Contractus est inanis. Corpus meum.” From there, the changeling will return to the Reflected Realm once it touches any reflective surface.”
“Brilliant!” said Matthew, “What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”
Merula extinguished the flame. “Okay, okay! You remember the phrase, right?”
“Course. Contractus est inanis. Corpus meum.”
“Good. Where’d you make the deal?” she asked, packing the book away.
“The boy’s toilets. Sixth floor.” This caused Merula’s face to scrunch up.
“Look, it won’t be for long. Once I get to the mirror, we can leave right away and find Edwin.” he explained.
“...Fine. I’m gonna get you for this one day, Luther...”
“I hope you get the chance, Merula...I really do...”
A minute or two later, Merula had made her way to the sixth floor, and was standing right outside the boy’s toilets.
“C-Can’t I just wait outside?” she asked. Matthew nodded, before heading inside on his own, the guitar still on his back. He instantly came back out.
“I’m afraid you can’t, Merula.” he said nervously. Merula groaned, before poking her head into the room. Standing in the U-bend, in front of a large magical field, was the body of Matthew Luther, and the vile grin of Edwin.
“We meet again. I’m so glad I don’t have to hide from you anymore.” he said. Matthew sneaked into view on one of the nearby mirrors, glaring at the sphere.
“Listen to me, Edwin. I am the Most Powerful Witch at Hogwarts,” Merula announced, “,and unless you vacate my mortal enemy’s body this instant, I will rain hell upon you!”
Edwin stared for a moment, before bursting into maniacal laughter. “Ooh, that’s a good one! I see why Matthew likes you!”
“I’m getting to that mirror, Edwin,” declared Matthew, “And you won’t stop me.”
Edwin pointed Matthew’s wand at Merula. “I somehow doubt that. I haven’t had a wand of my own in so long, I-”
“You still don't!” Matthew butted in.
“Silence!” Edwin yelled, sending Charm after Charm at the various mirrors. Merula watched as Matthew tried to mouth his words, before opting for a simple hand gesture. Merula pointed her own wand at Edwin.
“Sorry, I don’t take orders from you.” she sneered. “Flipendo!”
A burst of magic shot out of her wand at Edwin, who quickly moved out of the way, before yelling “Incendio!”, causing fire to leap towards Merula. She moved quickly out of the way, before pointing her wand back at Edwin, but he was faster. “Petrificus Totalus!” he shouted, sending a wave of paralysis at Merula, who felt herself fall to the ground. Matthew leapt towards the field of magic. He stepped through it, ending up on the other side with relative ease. Oh, the joys of the Reflected Realm, he thought to himself before reaching the mirror. Now he had to destroy it. He loosened his silver bracelet until it became a sort of fisticuff around his hand, and pulled back his arm.
“No!” roared Edwin, pointing Matthew’s own wand at him. “CRU-”
“Expelliarmus!”
Matthew’s wand flew out of Edwin’s hand over to the other side. Into the room came Rowan, Bill and Ismelda. But it wasn’t them that fired that disarming spell. It was Merula.
“It’s funny.” she said, “I never bought into that ‘wand chooses the wizard’ crap. But I think it well and truly has this time...changeling. Now, Luther!” she yelled, as the three newcomers looked around confused. Matthew took the bracelet and bashed it into the mirror. There wasn’t a scratch on the silver, but the mirror cracked into a thousand pieces.
“Contractus est inanis. Corpus meum!” he recited, as the several shards of the mirror began to glow. Blue ropes appeared between Matthew and Edwin, which snapped in two with a loud twang. Rowan pointed at the mirror.
“Matt! What are you doing in a mirror? With a guitar?” they asked, flabbergasted.
Edwin glared daggers at his double. “Matt...my guy Matt...” he snarled, wiping the hair out of his face. “If you think getting that mirror broken was difficult, you’ll have one hell of a time putting me back-”
“Glacius Maledictus!” Matthew yelled, having picked up his wand. His bracelet glowing, ice began to coat the floor of the toilets. Perfect Ice.
Edwin looked down at his blue reflection. Matthew looked back up at him.
“...It’s a fair cop.” Edwin admitted. He looked at Merula. “A very fair cop...You know what Matt, I’ve changed my mind about you. You’re no coward. You just needed a push is all. And here I am to give it to you.” he stepped forward to Merula, grinning. “It’s been fun. You’ll thank me later.” Edwin leaned forward. There was a great flash of light, and Matthew was pulled up from the ice and into the motion. When he opened his eyes, his lips were on Merula’s. Rowan audibly gasped. Ismelda actually stopped picking her nails. Bill took a deep breath, knowing what was about to come next.
“Uuurgh!” They both said, disconnecting instantly, Matthew bringing a hand from behind Merula and her placing her feet firmly back on the ground. They both, however, couldn’t hide their very red faces.
“Oh, that bastard!” Matthew groaned, wiping his mouth.
“Yuck, yuck, yuck!” said Merula, spitting onto the ground. Suddenly, they heard his laugh. Rowan pointed downwards. Inside the glass was a boy in denim and a flannel shirt, scowling.
“I was just the first of the monsters of the mirrors.” he announced, “There’ll be more, trust me! And when they get out, they’ll-”
“Incendio.”
There was a horrifying screech as the ice suddenly melted, until the bathroom floor was covered in water. Then there was silence. Ismelda smiled, before placing her wand back into her pocket. “That’s for messing with my friends.” she droned, before turning to Matthew. She looked at him for a moment, before slapping him across the face. “And that’s for kissing Merula.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose!” Matthew said, rubbing his cheek, which was red for a completely different reason to Ismelda. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two figures appear in the mirror for a moment, nod, then vanish.
“Ok, now can someone please explain what’s going on?” Bill asked.
“I can try.” said Matthew, stretching his jaw. Merula was still a bright pink, and was still wiping her mouth. “Was I really that bad?” he snickered.
“It was...just a surprise, Luther.” Merula said stiffly. “Don’t worry. I won’t slap you. Just don’t get any ideas.”
Rowan looked at them all, aghast. “Sorry, but are we overlooking the fact that Ismelda just killed a man?!”
***
“So, in summary...” said Dumbledore, sitting at his desk, “It’s been quite an eventful day or two for you, hasn’t it?”
Matthew nodded rapidly. They were all now in the Headmaster’s Office, along with Professors Snape, McGonagall and Flitwick.
“I am just glad that you are okay, Matthew.” squeaked the smallest wizard. “Changelings are very dangerous forces of nature.”
“I would like to remind Mr Luther,” sneered Snape, “That the next time he sees something unusual in the mirror, he is to come straight to a Head of House...and that goes for all of you, too.”
The students all nodded. “Well, if that’s everything,” said McGonagall, “I do believe you will all need sleep after a long day like this.”
“Minerva is correct.” said Dumbledore, “Though, if you have any questions or concerns...”
“Actually...” said Merula, “There’s one thing I still don’t understand. Why was I the only person who could see Matthew in the Reflected Realm?”
Dumbledore smiled. “Now that is a very interesting stroke of luck. You see, a very powerful Artifact of Protection can sometimes lend its protection to others around them. It is likely that Matthew’s bracelet,” he explained, leaning towards the boy, “Has seen your connection as the closest, and has decided to protect both of you. And perhaps, more. I imagine Mr Khanna was unable to find Edwin while he was in Matthew’s body for a reason.”
“So...what does that mean?” asked Merula
“It means you, Matthew, are Merula’s Artifactidal Guardian.” he declared. Matthew looked down at his bracelet. Was that why he gave it to him?
“Hang on...how much of a guardian?”
Dumbledore’s eye twinkled knowingly. “Enough of one, Matthew.” he said.
Merula looked at him, turning a little pink still. “What does- What do you-” But Matthew understood. He pulled out the sheet that the riddle was written on, as well as his pen, and began to scribble on the back of the parchment. Then, he gave it to Merula. She read it. Her jaw dropped.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I Matthew Luther, Artifactidal Guardian of Merula Snyde, hereby give her permission to visit Hogsmeade.
Merula passed the letter to Dumbledore in silence, who read it and nodded. “Very well. Now, off to bed, chop chop.”
As they all walked down the stairs, Matthew felt Merula grab his shoulder.
“Thi-” she stammered, “Th-Thank you, Matthew. I don’t… You know, I-”
“Don’t worry about it, please.” Matthew said, smiling. “This changes nothing. You and I can still be mortal enemies.”
Merula grinned. “Gotcha.” she said, smiling. “Also...um...that was my first kiss.”
Matthew nodded. “Oh. Um...mine too.” He could see something flicker over her expression after that.
“Oh...well, I’m going to say it was with you, because if I don’t it would have been with Edwin, which is even worse.”
“Yeah, I understand.” Matthew said, a smile forcing its way onto his red face. “Well...there’s another Hogsmeade trip tomorrow...see you then...”
“Y-Yeah...see you then.” Merula said, before marching off. It took only a few days for them to get back to their usual bickering selves, but people noticed that for some reason they never argued and never insulted each other when they were in Hogsmeade. The few who knew why kept that secret close to their chests.
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