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fruitcoops · 1 year

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Hi! Sirius and Harry bonding are some of my favorite things. Have you thought of where Sirius wants to be there to hire Harry’s first babysitter/Nanny or go to the Meet the Teacher when he starts preschool? Idk how old Harry is in your head.

Thoughts and prayers for all of y'all who need to go to parent-teacher conferences <3 Character credit belongs to @lumosinlove, but Christine is mine!

Christine breathed out. Cold air rushed over her sweaty palms where they laid face-up in her lap; the bit of paper hanging over her desk’s edge rustled. Christ Almighty, she knew that one was going to be rough, but she had sort of hoped Mrs. Newbury would at least look at her like a human being. She didn’t want to know what that kid had been spewing about her at home.

But it was over. With any luck, the Newburys wouldn’t step foot in her classroom until graduation in May. The only good thing about seeing that family tonight was the knowledge that she was halfway through her list.

Christine breathed in. Eleven families done. Eleven to go. Then she could enjoy her pizza rolls and Pride and Prejudice (with bonus features) in peace. Surviving parent-teacher conferences deserved a proper celebration.

Her back ached when she straightened and she let a soft groan slip out—the muffled commotion from the families waiting outside would cover it well enough. She wiped her palms on her jeans and headed for the door again, clipboard in hand and a smile pasted onto her sore cheeks. “Harry Potter?”

Off to the side, a mess of black hair popped up from behind a block tower. “Hi Miss Christy!”

“Hello, my friend, are you ready?” The smile came a little easier when Harry nodded enthusiastically. “Do you have your grown-up with you?”

“That would be me.”

Christine wasn’t sure what she expected from James Potter. Someone who looked more like Harry, perhaps, with green eyes or his round cheeks. Someone who looked like they just got out of a nine-to-five office job and wanted to be there about as much as she did.

(Which is to say, a middle-aged Parent-with-a-capital-P who would rather be doing anything else.)

She was not expecting Tall, Dark, and Handsome to stand up from the tiny plastic chair next to the book nook and offer her a small grin before scooping Harry into his arms like he weighed nothing at all. God, I wish that were me, she thought wildly before tamping it down. “Come on in, you two,” she said instead. Maybe she needed to crack a window. That might clear her head.

“That’s my desk,” Harry informed his father as they entered the classroom.

James made a noise of interest. “I like your name card. Did you make it yourself?”

“Miss Christy helped.”

“Well, you both did a very nice job.” Christine expected him to set Harry down in the smaller chair opposite her desk, but James simply sat in the adult-sized one and let Harry make himself comfortable on his lap. From the casual loop of his arms around Harry’s tummy and the mere moments it took for the preschooler to settle in, it was clear this was common for them both. A wedding ring caught the gentle light and her heart sank only a little. Oh, well. A dream was a dream.

“Christine McAdams,” she said, reaching across the desk for a handshake. James’ hand was warm and rough. A mechanic, perhaps? “I’m Harry’s main Pre-K instructor.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“I’m sure it comes as no surprise to you that he is an absolute dream to have in class.” Harry brightened and she shot him a quick wink. “He was our classroom superstar last week, weren’t you?”

“I remember hearing about that,” James said with a broad smile. “Somebody got to go out for ice cream, ouais?”

“Oui!” Harry chirped.

Just because this one is cute, does not mean you need one of your own. Leave that to the professionals. Professionals like James, it seemed—he effortlessly kept the wiggly child away from the edges of the chair. “Since he’s been such a rockstar lately, I won’t keep you too long,” she assured them. “Harry’s doing really well with his motor skills and interacting with others. Are you a multilingual household?”

“He’s often around different languages, yes.”

“I can tell. His vocabulary is excellent for his age group.” She bit back a grin as James held his fist out for Harry to bump. “Do you read to him at home?”

“I love books!” Harry announced. “Uncle Loops reads for me all the time!”

“I think that answers it,” James laughed.

“It certainly does.” It was unbelievable how her entire evening could turn around with just one family. “Do you go outside a lot?”

“Daddy an’ me go skating,” Harry said before James could get a word out. “And the park. That’s why I like recess.”

“Good to know,” she said seriously. He seemed satisfied with that answer. “Alright, Harry, I’m going to have a quick talk with your dad. Can you wait outside with Mr. Segura?”

Harry’s smile slipped into confusion, but he nodded; James helped him down and watched until he was safely in the hall before turning back to her. “Is everything okay?” he asked quietly, brows furrowing. “Is he in trouble?”

“Oh, god no,” Christine laughed. “He’s great. The kids tend to get bored around this time, so it’s best to let them play.”

The tension went out of James’ shoulders in a rush. “Oh, excellent.”

“You’ve got nothing to worry about, Mr. Potter. I’m so glad you could come tonight—I think we spoke briefly at the start of the year, but I have the worst memory for faces.”

“Oh?”

Maybe it was her imagination, but something in his voice sounded…nervous. “The kids’ nametags are more for me than them,” she joked, attempting levity. “I try to have them down by winter break, though.”

“Right, of course.”

Awkward. Pull up, pull up, pull up— “As I said earlier, Harry’s development is right on track.” The curiosity returned to James’ face and she let out an internal sigh of relief. Hopefully he wouldn’t think she was completely incompetent. “He’s ahead of the curve with speech and motor skills, actually. They’ll teach him to read in kindergarten next year, but he’s already starting to sound out names. He’s a very impressive child. You should be proud.”

James’ eyes softened. Christine wasn’t sure she had ever seen a shade of grey that bright. “I am.”

“He’s wonderful with the other kids as well. He makes friends easily and is quite protective of the littler ones. Does he get a lot of socialization at home?”

“He spends a lot of time with extended family,” James answered, though it sounded stilted. “I have to travel for work, so this school has been great for him.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Does your wife work as well?”

Sudden panic flashed over his face. “She—died.”

“Oh.”

For a few terrible seconds, they simply stared at each other. Christine wondered if the floor would be kind enough to devour her whole. “I’m…I’m sorry to hear that.”

James remained motionless. “Uh, it was a while ago.”

Silence descended on them once more. She struggled for words—something, anything, you idiot—and managed to croak, “he’s remarkably well-adjusted” before biting down hard on her inner cheek.

“Yes. He is.” James seemed to be having a hard time swallowing. She didn’t know what she’d do if she made a parent cry in her classroom. Usually, it was the other way around. He fiddled with his wedding ring, dark hair slipping down to cover his eyes for a moment. “It was hard for him, so don’t ask about it.”

“I would never,” she said quickly. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.”

“Oh, it’s fine.” James winced, straightening. “I mean, it’s not—you know. It’s been a bit. But you were saying something about socialization?”

His accent curved around the word. Funny. Christine could have sworn Harry’s file said he was from Boston. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. “Yes, he’s very social in and out of the classroom. I’m glad you have extended family for support.” She hesitated, then met his gaze. She couldn’t blame him for the wariness clear in every line. “Mr. Potter, if there’s anything our school can do to help your family, please let us know.”

James was quiet for several heartbeats before clearing his throat. “I will,” he finally said. “Yes, of course. Is there anything else?”

This poor man. Guilt reared in Christine’s chest at the memory of her earlier thirsting. “I believe that covers it,” she said with a light cough. “Harry is on track to graduate into kindergarten in May. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

James nodded. “I’ll pass the message along.”

“…to who?”

“Um—our family will want to know.” His smile was slightly strained. “Thank you for your time, Ms. McAdams.”

“It was no trouble at all, Mr. Potter. Don’t forget your jacket.”

“Ah, merci.” The leather looked as cared for as Harry did, sleek and well-loved. He shook her hand again before heading for the door, where Harry waited just outside to be scooped up again with a kiss to the forehead. Christine watched them go with a strange weight in her heart. It was incredible how a family could come back from such tragedy and remain so close. Harry’s adoration for his father was written all over his face.

“Chris?”

She jumped. “Yeah, what?”

Dante raised an eyebrow. “The Potters?”

“What about them?”

“The email from Harry’s mother. Did you get it?”

Emails from dead people. This is what I get for having the hots for a widower. “Excuse me?”

Dante gave her an amused look. “She sent an email to admin, like, half an hour ago. Apparently she’s got the flu and Harry’s dad is stuck in traffic. Visiting his parents, or something, but they’ll send his godfather with him. Keep an eye out for some guy named Sirius Black, okay?”

Christine went cold.

#harry potter #sirius black #oc: christine #sweater weather #vaincre #lumosinlove #lily potter #james potter #parent-teacher conference #baby harry #fluff

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trucbiduleschouettes · 2 years

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Guess who is gonna play an elephant shrew named Christine who is a bard-

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#DnD #Dungeons and Dragons #bard #college of spirits #elephant shrew #OC: Christine #My OC #Truc Draws

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gardeningfrogs · 10 months

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For the uncommon asks:

Chris 30, 35, 7, A, F! Because your DM is biased….

YESSSS, Thank you Morgan.... This is so fun ✨✨✨

Christine/Chris (Any Pronouns) -> You can check them heree

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

I think forests, or elements that remembers about forests, especially since I imagine that they grew up in the green dragon's zone for a good while. It's also where i believe that Christine first met Glyph so its a really important place in general!

It's a really nice feeling, a bit bittersweet, but mostly nice. I think what would trigger nostalgia the most for them would be the smell of areas they visited before too, like, wow this smell reminds me the rain above the trees , reminds me of one beach i spent some times at, the smell of a new book etc etc

30. Who do they most regret meeting?

I don't have any oc / npc that I can think that Chris regretted meeting yet but I think they regret meeting with Ella just a little bit because they would prefer to stay in ignorance about what happened with [ redacted for spoilers reasons ] for a little longer.... 😭😭😭😭Poor thang...

35. How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?

ABSOLUTELY YESSS, they get excited together with the friends and intensifies the feelings lots of times, even if they don't really understand whats being told, they will try to understand or at least listen and be happy with them.

Chris always tries their best to spread the joy and happiness with others, so they re really supportive about that.

QUESTIONS FOR MEEE!!!

A) Why are you excited about this character?

I think they have many complexities to work...and I love that!!! I like how she is a very energetic and happy character, but dont really know much about themselves and his story and probably resent that a lot. I am excited to discover more about them as well, together with Christine!

It's really fun to see how they interact with the world and some of the pressure they feel about the need to be joyful most of the times but constantly having to challenge that when we put them in situations.

Also, They're such a nerd JDJGJE I enjoy their silly moments with Glyph.

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

I feel curiosity and excitement. Its like if I am dealing with a box of mysteries right at my front!! I know them but I am also aware that they have so many other sides that i still need to know. >: ]

#ask games #ocs things #oc: christine #BIG THANK YOUUUUU !!!!!!!!

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pinkstarsims · 2 years

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Christine

#ts3 #sims 3 #sims3 #simblr #pinkstarsims #the sims #oc: christine

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nach0 · 1 year

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Hi Nacho, mind if I ask you about that GOI you made art about a couple days ago? I'd love to hear about it! :]

i'm So good at replying to asks on time mhm mhm

anyway United in War! made by me and @mushroommushy, it's a group that uses anomalies to make their private military. They don't tend to interact that much with the other groups except for maybe MC&D and don't actually use much of their forces.

that is except in a lifted veil scenario because then they can be Very open about how much power they hold to the public

sometimes though they hear about anomalies that other groups hold. and the potential there is too much to resist.

this is Christine! she's a handler of new anomalies, making sure they... acclimate. in the comic she's the one talking to iris and is in charge of making sure her loyalties have fully shifted.

also her necklace can shift into a whip because it's Cool As Fuck

and that's about all i can remember off the top of my head! feel free to do stuff with it lol i don't have any particular plans

#oc: christine #it's canon that she gives iris a mild and very suppressed gay panic btw

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gongedtornado · 15 days

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Ma Berry 🍓

original concept post here

#kazzy scribbles #tadc #tadc spoilers #tadc oc #gummigoo #tadc gummigoo #ma berry #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus fanart #tadc fanart #I HAD SO MUCH FUN COLORING HER IM GONNA WAILLL #oh yeah she sounds like Christine Heelee btw . (bluey’s grandma)

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pearlousthetic · 1 year

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individual scenes for an animation a while ago, i wanted to make it so they all showed off totally different characters

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vasiliquemort · 4 months

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Ophelia, mortal sense of illusion You've scattered your lilies around places where I've prayed So I shall fall into sleep, and shall fall out of it, and then drop myself into love again Shall drown down into venomous dome once back then. My soul shall split into you, And so - it, me and you, - shall fault then once more.

So, now, give it back, my will give away Begged be, be adjured: Give spirit his way back to me, So pray then I will, round and again.

My ribs are but my mortal tethers, that do gasp and hone adore and love towards most graciously formed, toned ode - that is a @mindimoon's one!<ззз

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gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot · 5 months

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Amazing comission by the even more amazing @temeyes whose art I love dearly and always make me laugh

I'm so in love with it I don't have words, it's them, their friendship, him being a little shit lmao and her face of "I'm so done". Sibling vibes.

Thank you tim 🫂❤️

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dannyburke · 1 month

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painting practice ft the wastelands babygirl

#using images of grace kelly for reference :-)#oc: christine steward #fallout #fallout 3 #doodle tag

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rileyslibrary · 6 months

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Ghost helps Riot decorate the Christmas tree at the base.

Fluff. A gift for my friend, @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot with her OC, Christine “Riot” Vega. (Awesome render here!)

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“It’s too tall.”

“Or, maybe you’re too short.”

Riot shifts her gaze from the Christmas tree to Ghost. He doesn’t regard her back, yet she knows there’s a smile underneath that mask—one of those triumphant, snarky, arrogant, ‘i-got-her-again’ grins.

“Behave, Lieutenant,” she warns. “I’m 1.70, in case you didn’t read my file.”

“Congratulations to the whole 1.70 of you,” he replies and playfully pats her head. “With or without the shoes?”

Riot rolls her eyes and swats his hand away. “Can you just get me the ornament boxes from the warehouse?” She asks.

“You have to be more specific, love,” He says. “The warehouse is a two thousand square meter void filled with cardboard boxes.”

“I don’t have the coordinates, Ghost.” She replies, smirking. “You can ask Gaz whether he planted a GPS tracker in them or, here’s a better idea: how about you search for the boxes labelled as ‘Xmas’?”

Now, he’s the one rolling his eyes. He murmurs a “how unique” and walks to the door to fulfil her request.

While waiting for Ghost to find and retrieve the boxes, Riot tests the new Christmas lights they bought by plugging them into the socket. Once she confirms they work, she starts wrapping them around the tree. Although the task appears to be assigned to just the two of them, it took all five—including the captain who gave the roles—to make it happen.

Gaz chose the tree and bought extra ornaments, then Soap measured its dimensions, ensuring enough lights to cover it. Once aligned, they raked the entire base to decide on the perfect spot. Their prerequisites? It had to be a place where everyone could see it and would do it justice. Unfortunately, they couldn’t agree on a specific location, so they met in the middle and decided to place the tree in the mess hall, the exact same spot it was last year. And the year before it. And the year before it.

Then, it was up to Ghost to carry the tree, and the captain instructed him to help Riot with the “heavy-duty” tasks. Now, all that’s left is for Riot to decorate it.

“I still don’t get why you get to decorate.” Ghost says, placing the boxes on the floor. “Why are we doing chores like measuring and carrying boxes while you get the fun stuff?”

“Because whoever did it last year did a terrible job,” she retorts, emphasising ‘whoever’ and handing Ghost a light strip to continue up to the top. “You guys didn’t even shuffle the decorations. Not to mention that the back was empty.”

“Nobody sees the back,” Ghost argues.

“You don’t?” Riot smirks.

“Nobody sees the back of the tree,” Ghost corrects.

“Well, I do,” she replies, pointing at the top of the tree, “and go a little bit lower over there.”

“Like that?” he asks.

“Like that,” she confirms.

After finishing the light placement, Ghost sits on the sofa. He takes an ornament shaped like a candy cane from one of the boxes and starts playing with it. Riot, on the other hand, gets straight to the job. She opens the boxes and grabs two ornaments. She places one on the tree, removes it and tries the other. She concludes on the latter. She turns around to search the boxes for more ornaments and catches Ghost fiddling with the candy cane.

“You can go if you’re bored,” she says. “I won’t finish anytime soon.”

“That I figured,” he murmurs under his breath, making Riot instinctively place her hands on her waist. He lets a sharp chuckle and shakes his head. “I’m alright here.” He assures her.

But of course, where else would he be alright if not here?

Time passes quickly. Ghost and Riot reminisce about their past Christmases—childhood festivities, memorable Boxing Day gifts, favourite holiday foods, and the annual movies that defined each season. Yet, these beautiful memories end at a certain point unique to each. Maybe those memories have faded away, or perhaps they have purposefully chosen to let them go. And when that happens, when they approach that personal boundary, they stop dwelling on those past celebrations and turn to each other, to the present, to fill them with joy.

Sometimes, Riot shows Ghost different ornaments, and he either picks one or dismisses the options with a casual “whatever” or “there’s no difference.” Other times, Ghost critiques her progress, giving feedback while she decorates. He points out areas needing more attention or playfully suggests she’s gone overboard elsewhere. In return, Riot replies with a firm yet joking, “Go on; you do it then”, and shuts him up.

She lifts one final piece into the air and shows it to Ghost—the Christmas tree topper.

“Seems that I’m too short to reach the top,” she pouts.

“Nonsense,” he whispers and stands up. “It’s the tree that’s too tall.”

He walks towards her, grabs her waist, and lifts her up.

“Now I get why the captain assigned me for the heavy-duty stuff,” he says.

“Drop me, and I’ll stick you up there instead of the topper.” She warns him, chuckling. “Take one more step forward, please.”

Ghost does as told, and Riot places the topper at the top. She adjusts it and lightly taps Ghost’s hand to put her down. They take a few steps back and marvel at the result.

“What do you think?” Riot asks, still looking at the tree.

“Seems alright.” Ghost shrugs. “Should we turn the lights on?”

“No,” Riot replies. “I want all of them to be here when we do it.”

He turns to look at her and nods. She meets his gaze and smiles.

“Thank you for lifting me up.” She says.

“No,” he replies. “Thank you for lifting me up.”

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#cod oc #call of duty oc #cod original character #call of duty original character #christine riot vega #riot vega #cod fic #cod fanfic #ghost x oc #ghost x riot #simon ghost riley x christine riot vega

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