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Artemis Hexley and the Return to the Riddles

Chapter 6: Missing Pieces

A/N: and we are back at Hogwarts! Artemis’ final year gets off to a rocky start after she fails to make friends with the new head boy. Perhaps her work experience at the Auror office will come in useful, however… Mentioned characters belong to @thatravenpuffwitch and @that-scouse-wizard. Warnings: mentions of loss/grief, bad poetry.

The first of September had arrived at last. For the first time in all her years at school, Artemis did not go to Kings Cross station in the morning to catch the Hogwarts Express; instead, she walked down to Hogsmeade station in the evening to meet her friends as they arrived, ready to be taken up to the castle in the Thestral-drawn carriages.

By the time the train pulled into Hogsmeade station, where the clock on the platform said that it was ten past ten but the watch on Artemis’ ankle made it closer to seven, it had grown dark. Even so, she was able to pick out a head of bubblegum-coloured hair in the throng of disembarking students that could only belong to Tonks.

As she approached her, Artemis saw that Tonks wasn’t the only one of her friends waiting to board one of the carriages: her other two dorm mates, Penny Haywood and Chiara Lobosca were right beside her.

“Artemis! Oh, it’s just lovely to see you!” exclaimed Penny, throwing her arms around Artemis. “We missed you on the train, you know. Have you had a good summer?”

“Not too bad,” Artemis shrugged. “How was France?”

“Oh, it was wonderful. I saw the Notre Dame and the Eiffel Tower - I’ve got a key ring for you, actually - and working with Monsieur Flamel was just fascinating. I’m considering applying for a job as his assistant for next year.”

“What about you, Chiara? Did you like working in St Mungos?”

“I did, yes,” said Chiara, in her softly lilting voice. “It was very interesting seeing what it’s really like to be a Healer.”

“Did you get to see anything really cool and gross?”

“Not really. Healer Buckthorn doesn’t let students get involved with anything too serious or life-threatening, so I was mainly on the long-term residents’ ward. Lots of people with irreversible spell damage, mainly memory loss and misfigurations. There was one lady who attempted human-animal self-transfiguration and got her Animagus spell all wrong. She’s permanently turned into a dog-human hybrid, can only talk in barks now.”

Tonks tilted her head. “Could you understand her?”

“Not really,” Chiara gave a small smile and lowered her voice. “But then again, I wasn’t there at the full moon.”

The other girls giggled quietly; Chiara’s lycanthropy was not common knowledge. In fact, they were the only ones who knew that Chiara was a werewolf, and had only found out the year previously, having until that point believed her to be suffering from a the effects of a blood curse. Now that they knew, however, Chiara had accepted their offer to join them in their dormitory, and would be taking the bed that had been left vacant following Rowan’s death.

Artemis felt a small pang of sadness as the Thestrals began to pull the carriage away from the station and up the path to the castle. She had slowly become somewhat used to Rowan’s absence in her life, but she still found herself having moments in which she became acutely aware that Rowan was missing, rather than the less poignant sense of loss that she felt day-to-day.

It was going to be strange, she realised as the lights of the castle grew closer. She had always known that her time at Hogwarts would come to an end eventually, but the idea of entering her final year had always seemed so distant before. She had never thought to imagine what it would be like, arriving at Hogwarts knowing that it would be the last time she would do so. Even if she had imagined it, she she would never have thought that Rowan might not be at her side for it.

She took a deep breath and waited for the swell of grief to subside, as it always did. There was no point in being sad, and besides, Rowan would have wanted her to enjoy the Sorting Ceremony and Welcome Feast.

The Great Hall was decked out, as usual, with banners displaying the mascots and colours of the four school houses, and the girls soon found seats at their house table, beneath the stars of the enchanted ceiling. Tonks’ stomach grumbled loudly.

“I’ve never understood why we can’t eat and then sort the first years,” she muttered. “Honestly, I’m starving. Wish McGonagall would just hurry up and fetch the little-”

“Forgive me for interrupting,” a voice interrupted Tonks, and Artemis turned in her seat to see a boy from her year standing behind her.

He was broad and plump-framed, with a mop of curly brown hair and a shiny badge pinned to his Gryffindor robes. Artemis recognised him immediately; this was Corey Hayden, who had once been Rowan’s date for a school dance and had been turned into stone the previous year as the result of the statue curse that had been released from the final Cursed Vault. Presumably, he wished to talk about Rowan or the Vaults.

“Is everything okay?” Artemis asked, and Corey shook his head, standing up straight with his chest puffing out slightly.

“No, actually,” he said, a note of accusation in his voice. “Hexley, you were missing at the prefects’ meeting on the train today.”

Artemis frowned. “I wasn’t on the train today.”

“Patrolling the train is part of your prefect duties, you know. You should have been there. Why did you not attend?”

“Because,” said Artemis, already so annoyed that she was having to try not to raise her voice at Corey, “I’ve been living in Hogsmeade all summer. It seemed bloody stupid to go all the way down to London just to get the train all the way back again.”

“Yes, well…” Corey paused and made a sanctimonious huffing noise that set Artemis’ teeth on edge. “You ought to have sent an owl to let everyone know that you weren’t going to be there rather than just not show up.”

“Why do you even care? You’re not even a prefect!”

“No, but I am the Head Boy.”

Corey tapped his pudgy forefinger to the badge pinned to his robes. Surely enough, the words “Head Boy” were blazoned across it in capital letters. Artemis raised her eyebrows and slowly looked up from the badge to Corey’s face, her arms folded across her chest.

“You know, it’s hard enough being Head Boy without a Head Girl to help me,” Corey continued, ignoring Artemis’ look of disdain. “It’s even harder when three prefects haven’t turned up to do their share of the work. Next time, can you either show up when you’re supposed to or let me know in advance? Thanks.” He tugged on the lapels of his cloak and scanned the room, asking, “Now, do any of you lot know where I might find Merula Snyde and Victor Ketsueki? Both of them missed the patrol as well.”

“No, but Tulip or Andre might,�� Penny nodded. “They were in the same carriage as Victor on the way back from the station.”

“So, he was on the train, then?”

“Oh, yes. I’m surprised you didn’t see him, everyone kept going into his carriage to talk to him.”

As Corey walked off, his chest still puffed out, Artemis turned back to her friends.

“What is up with him?” she asked them, scowling.

“I suppose you wouldn’t have heard,” Penny whispered, and her eyes lit up. “He’s a vampire now.”

“What? Corey Hayden?”

“No, not Corey. Victor.” Artemis thought that this sounded unlikely, but Penny seemed certain in her knowledge. “Apparently he spent the summer backpacking around Europe, and he got into some trouble with a vampire in a bar in Transylvania. He wouldn’t tell everyone the whole story-”

“Probably because it isn’t true,” muttered Artemis.

“No, but it is true, it’s just that it was quite a traumatic experience for him,” Penny sighed. “Naturally, he wouldn’t want to just share that story with just anyone. But everyone wants to hear it, of course. It’s made him into something of a celebrity, I suppose. That’s why everyone wanted to talk to him on the train.”

“That and the fact that his new haircut and leather jacket make him look great.” Tonks wiggled her pink eyebrows, and Penny giggled.

“Well, yes. His new look does rather suit him, doesn’t it? I’d never noticed that he was good-looking before.”

“Talking of good-looking,” Tonks nodded her head in the direction of the top table, “who is the new Professor? He’s cute.”

Artemis followed Tonks’ gaze to the final seat at the far end of the teachers’ table, where a dark-haired wizard with an olive complexion and long, straight nose was sitting and watching the students chatter with an amused look on his face. It was a nice looking face, Artemis had to admit.

“But, Tonks, he’s so old! He has to be at least thirty.”

“Thirty isn’t that old,” said Tonks, with a shrug. “Anyway, there’s no harm in looking, is there?”

Penny opened her mouth as if to say something, but she fell quiet as the doors of the Great Hall swung open.

“Finally! Now we can sort the first years, find out who Professor Handsome is, and eat!”

But it wasn’t the first years that walked through the doors at all; it was Merula Snyde. Merula had wrapped her school cloak around herself, but Artemis could see that underneath, she was wearing ripped jeans rather than her uniform, and her boots were dirtied with what looked like soil.

“What has she been up to?” Artemis murmured, as Tonks groaned loudly and slammed her hands to her forehead. “Was she on the train as well?”

“I’m not sure,” said Penny. “I definitely didn’t see her.”

Chiara shook her head. “I assumed that she was with the rest of the prefects.”

Artemis frowned deeply and watched Merula take a seat at the Slytherin table. Her face was lowered, as if she were trying to draw less attention to herself, and there was soil on the sleeve of her cloak, too. Why had she been outside?

“I expect that she Apparated to the station to save her having to get the train,” said Chiara gently. “She must have missed the carriages and had to walk up.”

“Or maybe she went in the boats with Hagrid and the first years,” suggested Penny, as McGonagall entered the Great Hall, a hoarde of children following behind her.

An image of Merula sitting sour-faced in a wooden boat with three eleven-year-olds popped into Artemis’ head, and she had to stifle her giggles. Clearly, the same thought had struck Tonks and Chiara, as they began laughing, too.

Professor McGonagall gave the Hufflepuff girls a tight-lipped stare as she walked past them on her way up to the daïs, where a shabby looking hat perched on a wooden stool. The Great Hall fell silent, and the hat began to sing through a rip in its fabric:

“I am a rather shabby hat,

You would not wear me to court.

But that is not my purpose:

My job here is to Sort!

It was I who Sorted Merlin,

Morrigan, and le Fay,

And it is I who shall be Sorting

Each one of you here today.

Into Hufflepuff if you are loyal,

Hard-working, just, and kind,

Into Ravenclaw if you are witty,

And of a ready mind.

But perhaps you would rather Slytherin,

The house of the ambitious?

Or Gryffindor, if noble heroism

Lies in your hopes and wishes.

These four houses have, like pillars,

Held our school up from the start,

And for centuries, I, the Sorting Hat,

Have perfected my Sorting art.

But remember, though you shall be divvied

And Sorted into one of four,

It is when we are united

That we can achieve so much more.

Let me tell you a secret,

For when you face your darkest hour:

It is when you stand with others,

That you will truly find your power.

I digress, I am distracted,

I just had to get that thought in.

And now I have, we can begin.

Let us now commence the Sorting.”

The applause that usually followed the Sorting Hat’s annual song was punctured with whispers.

“What was that about?” Artemis asked, her nose wrinkling. “Usually it just tells everyone about the houses. It’s never given advice before!”

“It’s like it wants me to starve to death,” moaned Tonks. “Come on, McGonagall, I want my food…”

“Maybe it feels like we need advice,” Chiara whispered. “The Hat sits in Dumbledore’s office all year long. It must know what goes on in the school, perhaps it thinks that we need to band together more, in light of what happened last year, and because of the Vaults.”

“But we did band together last year,” said Penny, somewhat tersely. “And we broke the statue curse. So now we have finished with all of that.”

“Well…”

“No, we have, Artemis. The Vault in the lake was the last one, and we broke that curse.”

“Technically, yes,” Artemis shrugged. “But the Vaults themselves haven’t been properly broken, so they are still there. They just aren’t doing anything, that’s all.”

“Precisely,” Penny smiled, but her smile and the breezy tone to her voice looked and sounded forced. “They aren’t hurting anyone anymore, and Rakepick is in prison, so we can leave it all alone. The Cursed Vaults, the Cabal, all of it. It doesn’t matter anymore.” Her smile grew wider, and Tonks and Artemis shared nervous looks. “Now we can all just be normal students and enjoy our last year at Hogwarts like everybody else. Isn’t that wonderful?”

There was no point in arguing with Penny, so Artemis nodded her head, and watched the rest of Sorting Ceremony, just like everybody else.

Penny’s idea that the girls should enjoy the time they had left at Hogwarts had not been a bad suggestion in theory, however, in reality, enjoying their final year was easier said than done. In the summer, the seventh year students would be taking the Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests, a series of exams that would mark the culmination of their formal education. Although the exams were over eight months away, the teachers were already piling on the work in preparation for them, and stressing their importance.

“The results of your N.E.W.T.s will be taken as evidence of your aptitude in your chosen subjects, and great value will be placed on them by your potential employers,” Professor McGonagall told them at the start of their first Transfiguration class of the year. “I am aware that many of you wish to embark on prestigious career paths; Aurors, Healers, Curse-Breakers, Unspeakables, so on and so forth. All of you will need to work exceptionally hard this year. After all, your future does depend on your doing so.”

McGonagall was known for her strictness, but she was not the only teacher to give their students such a lecture. By Friday afternoon, Artemis had heard similar words from her instructors in both Defence Against the Dark Arts and Ancient Runes, and even good-natured Professor Flitwick’s lessons had been less fun than usual. It turned out that Professor Kettleburn, the Care of Magical Creatures teacher, was the only one who didn’t care about the exams at all.

“I got an Exceeds Expectations in my Care of Magical Creatures N.E.W.T.” he told them cheerfully. “Didn’t stop that Manticore ripping off my arm in ‘72. So, protective gloves on, everyone! Today we’re going to be working with Griffins!”

Artemis shared a look with Charlie Weasley, both of them having to look away before they made the other laugh out loud. Charlie, along with Tonks and several other classmates, had his first exam of the year that weekend: his Apparition test.

Artemis, who had neglected attending the Apparition classes the year before, wouldn’t be taking it until April, which was just as well. For this term at least, she had more pressing concerns than her N.E.W.T. and Apparition exams: Quidditch. The first match of the season would take place in November, but first, the Hufflepuff Quidditch team had to find replacements for the three players who had left school at the end of the previous year. Luckily, their new Captain, Murphy McNully, already had a strategy in mind.

“Statistically speaking, a team dynamic is better if you keep as many players the same as possible,” he said, wheeling his chair across the changing tent and conjuring a blackboard. “Now, Hopper did a spectacular job as a reserve Chaser last year.”

“He does realise that I’m right here, doesn’t he?” Ellie Hopper whispered, raising a single blonde eyebrow at Murphy, who continued on as if he hadn’t heard her.

“That means that with Costa still here, we can retain sixty-six-point-seven percent of our existing Chasing team. Obviously Willows, Hexley, and Booth all have their positions, but we still need a third Chaser and a new Beater, and ideally a new reserve player. So, I’ll be holding tryouts to find one. Until then, we are working with fifty percent of our Beaters, so we will be practising with fifty percent of our Bludgers,” he paused and looked directly at Artemis. “That means one Bludger.”

“I know what fifty percent means,” Artemis said, half-truthfully. “When are the tryouts?”

“In a fortnight. I’ve looked at the numbers, and that gives enough notice to make sure as many people can try out as possible without compromising on training time. We want to enough time to train as a team as possible; our first game of the season is against Slytherin, and from what I’ve heard about their new captain, they won’t be an easy opponent.”

Their first training session ended just in time for Artemis to meet Charlie and Tonks as they returned to the castle after their Apparition exam. Judging by the looks on their faces, they had both done well.

“Aced it,” said Tonks, grinning from ear to ear. “Can’t wait to write home and tell my parents. ‘Just because you’re a Metamorphmagus, that doesn’t mean that you’ll be able to pass your Apparition test first time’. Well, they were wrong and I was right, wasn’t I?”

“And you, Charlie?” Artemis asked, though she could tell that he had also passed from his relieved expression. “No grannies were harmed this time?”

“Very funny.” Charlie pulled a face at her. “I’m just glad that I won’t have to pay to take the test a third time. How was practice?”

“Fine. We’re down a Chaser and Beater, though. Murphy wants to hold try-outs in a fortnight.”

“A fortnight? We’re holding ours this Thursday.”

“Murphy wants to give it a bit more time for people to sign up first.”

“That’s not a bad shout,” reasoned Charlie. “Maybe I should’ve done that, too. So far, the only people who have signed on to tryout as Beaters are my brothers.”

“Which brothers?”

“The twins.”

“Oh,” Artemis frowned. “I thought that they were quite good at Quidditch.”

“They are. I just don’t really want them wielding heavy wooden bats around me.”

Artemis laughed, but Tonks stayed quiet.

“What’s the matter?” she asked her.

“Well,” Tonks said, looking as thoughtful as Tonks ever looked, “I’ve always liked flying. I played Beater before, when we did that friendly match for your sixteenth birthday. Maybe I should try out for the Quidditch team, too.”

“That’s… Yeah, you should definitely try out,” said Artemis. She looked away quickly, hoping that Tonks wouldn’t see the doubt on her face. She wasn’t entirely sure that she wanted Tonks wielding a heavy bat around her, either.

It turned out that Tonks wasn’t the only familiar face at the Hufflepuff Quidditch tryouts two weeks later; Penny Haywood’s younger sister Beatrice had also decided to attend, as had Penny herself, though only to watch and support vocally, cheering and clapping every time her sister took possession of the Quaffle.

By the end of the tryouts, Artemis was surprised that Penny still had her voice, but when Murphy announced that Tonks would be the team’s new Beater and Beatrice their new Chaser, Penny squealed louder than ever.

Murphy McNully, on the other hand, despite having found decent players to replace their two missing teammates, looked more concerned than he did excited.

“What’s wrong, Murphy?” Artemis asked him, as they all set off across the grounds towards the castle.

“I couldn’t find my pin badge this morning,” he replied, frowning deeply and wheeling his chair off the path to avoid a stubborn swan who was too busy enjoying the rare sunny morning to move out of his and Artemis’ way. “I usually keep it on my nightstand, but it wasn’t there when I woke up.”

“You mean the one you always wear? The one that looks like a Golden Snitch?”

“Why, have you seen it?”

Artemis shook her head. The last time she had seen it was the previous day, when Murphy had been wearing it. “I’m sure you’ll find it soon.”

“I hope so. It’s a family heirloom, over a century old.”

“Don’t worry, Murphy. It’ll turn up eventually. Lost things usually do.”

It was strange, but as September drew to a close, not only had Murphy’s pin badge not been found, but several other students had reported items going missing as well.

It had started with small things: Murphy’s pin, a pair of sapphire earrings, an ornate silver looking-glass. Then, Bea Haywood’s friend Elora had the entire contents of her flying piggy bank emptied whilst she was at an Art Club meeting, and Talbott Winger reported that a beaded necklace had been taken from around his neck one night as he slept.

It wasn’t just the students who were noticing that their belongings had disappeared; Professor Snape looked even angrier than usual after someone broke into his Potions storeroom, and at the very end of September, Professor Flitwick lost half the white feathers he had planned on teaching his first years to levitate. After Professor Sikander, the new Muggle Studies Professor (the one Tonks thought was good-looking), had every single one of his “compact discs” - whatever they were - lifted from his classroom, it was decided that something had to be done in order to catch the thief.

Corey Hayden approached Artemis at breakfast the following morning, his chest puffed out as always, and she had to stop herself from groaning.

“I’m sure you’re aware of the situation,” he said, without greeting her first. “All these items going missing. It’s time to take action.”

“Why are you coming to me?” Artemis asked him, swallowing her mouthful of toast. “It’s not a curse, I don’t see what I’m supposed to do about it.”

“You’re a prefect,” replied Corey. “And this is a major issue affecting the student body and faculty alike. I’m holding a meeting at lunchtime so that all the prefects can get together and work out a way to get this sorted.”

Artemis did not really want to attend Corey’s meeting, but she shrugged and listened to him as he told her the time and place to go. As he strode away, she rolled her eyes and made a noise of contempt.

“He’s such a jobsworth,” she said, as much to herself as to her friends. “Honestly, you’d think he’d been made Headmaster, not just Head Boy, the way he goes on about everything. I feel sorry for Rowan, having to-”

“It would be good to catch the thief, though,” said Penny, as Tonks began to crunch on her toast even louder than usual. “Poor Talbott was so upset about his mum’s necklace going missing. It’s one of the only things of hers he has left, it’s just horrible to think that someone would steal it.”

Penny’s words made Artemis give up her fight, just a little. She still had the watch her brother had given her to look after for him before he first went missing and an old jumper and scarf that Rowan had bought herself on the first day they met. She didn’t want to imagine how she would feel if anyone ever stole one of those things.

So, after her morning classes ended, Artemis did attend Corey’s meeting, arriving a few minutes late after a brief trip back down to the dormitory to see Fergus and check that Rowan’s old scarf was still hanging up where she left it. Her tardiness was not wasted on Corey Hayden.

“Nice of you to join us at last, Hexley,” he said, with a tutting noise that made Artemis’ blood boil.

“I had to feed my cat,” she replied, taking a seat at the back of the room and glowering at him as he continued.

“Right, well, I was just filling everyone in on the items that have gone missing so far. Okay, so that brings us to the silver teaspoon from McGonagall’s tea caddy, Professor Trelawney’s favourite crystal ball, and the items from Professor Snape’s storeroom: one crystal vial and a container of Hawkshead moth chrysalises,” Corey stopped reading from the list. “As for clues as to who might be…” his voice tailed off and he looked at the door. “Ah. Victor, you made it. Take a seat.”

A boy with almond-shaped eyes and straight black hair that almost reached his shoulders trudged over to sit next to Artemis, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed and legs outstretched. On his feet were a heavy pair of black boots, and instead of a cloak, he wore a black leather jacket over his school robes. It took Artemis a moment to recognise him as Victor Ketsueki, the Ravenclaw prefect. Though she had never spoken to Victor before, she knew him by face. He had never been the sort to customise his school uniform before.

“As I was saying,” Corey carried on, “we don’t have much to go on when it comes to the identity of the thief. Some of the missing items have gone missing from dormitories, and it’s not just one house that’s been affected. So, we have to assume that whoever it is, they’ve either been persuading others to help them, or they’ve been using a broomstick to get in through the windows. This evening, I’d like you all to talk to the students in your houses, see if anyone knows anything, and get all the dormitories searched to track down the items.”

“What if they’re not stored in a dormitory?” asked Victor, leaning back further so that the front legs of his chair lifted from the ground. Everyone in the room turned around to look at him, and he shrugged nonchalantly, using the nail of his thumb to clean underneath his fingernails. “I’m just saying, if I were nicking stuff from all over the castle, I wouldn’t be keeping it in my dormitory. Anyone with two braincells to rub together could tell you that.”

Corey blinked, clearly annoyed at the insult to his intelligence, but Victor seemed not to notice. He was still paying more attention to his fingernails than to the Head Boy. Artemis couldn’t tell whether she found his disinterest amusing or infuriating, but she knew which it was to Corey.

“Yes, well, I still think that it would be a good place to start,” he bristled. “So if you could all do that and report back to me, that would be great. Thanks.”

With that, the prefects were dismissed. Hungry, Artemis stood up, ready to leave with Charlie and Badeea, but found her path blocked by the outstretched legs of Victor Ketsueki. She looked from his legs to his face, and he tilted his head, as if he were confused by what she wanted, though his expression was still one of indifference. She looked to his feet and back again, but he still did not move, even when she raised her eyebrows expectantly at him.

“You’re in my way,” she told him, quickly losing patience.

“Most people would say ‘excuse me’,” replied Victor, resting his arm on the back of the chair in which Artemis had previously been sitting.

“Most people would have already moved.”

“Of course, I forgot that you’re a celebrity,” Victor said, his voice laced with sarcasm, and Artemis glared at him. “Just because you’ve broken some curses, that doesn’t mean you can’t have manners, you know.”

Artemis exhaled loudly and rolled her eyes.

“Fine,” she half-growled. “Excuse me.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Victor did not just move his legs out of Artemis’ way, he stood up and walked out of the room. She scowled at the back of his head as she also left for the Great Hall, where she found Penny and Talbott eating lunch together at one end of the Hufflepuff table.

“How was the prefects’ meeting?” Penny asked her, not even giving her a chance to answer before turning to Talbott and telling him, “You know, Artemis and the other prefects are going to help find your mother’s necklace.”

Talbott nodded silently. His face was passive, but there was a sad look in his eyes. His mother’s necklace going missing was clearly bothering him more than he wanted to let on. Artemis smiled at him reassuringly.

“Corey says that there are things missing from students in all four Houses, as well as some of the teachers. He wants all the dormitories to be searched for the missing items.”

Talbott frowned. “Surely someone clever enough to break into four different common rooms and teachers’ offices would hide the stolen objects somewhere other than their own dormitory?”

“That’s what Victor Ketsueki said,” said Artemis, pulling a face.

“What?” Penny’s eyes widened. “Did you not like Victor?”

“Not really.”

“But he’s-”

“Really arrogant and rude,” Artemis shook her head. “You share a dormitory with him, don’t you, Talbott? How can you stand him?”

“He’s changed a lot over the summer,” said Talbott. “I don’t really see him very much these days. He’s hardly ever in the dormitory. Even less than I am, I mean.”

“Well, I’m sure he’s got lots of things to do. He’s become rather popular, you know. It’s the vampirism, it’s very cosmopolitan,” Penny said as she poured herself another glass of pumpkin juice. “Did you find out what potion ingredients Professor Snape had stolen?”

“Yeah, Mandrake leaves and Hawkshead moths. And some equipment, too. A crystal vial, I think.”

Penny and Talbott both shared looks of concern. Artemis frowned at them over the top of her sandwich.

“What?”

“Well, it sounds like whoever this thief is, they’re hoping to become an Animagus,” Penny’s blonde eyebrows furrowed. “Those were the same things I had to get to make the Animagus potion when we made it for you in third year, Artemis. I’m surprised you forgot.”

“You made the potion, Penny. I was too busy holding the bloody Mandrake leaf in my mouth for a month and reciting the incantation day in and day out,” Artemis grinned at Talbott. “Worth it, though.”

Talbott did not return Artemis’ smile.

“I wonder why they’re trying to become an Animagus,” he murmured.

“Well, I suppose it would be to make it easier for them to steal stuff,” said Penny. “After all, people are far less likely to notice an animal sneaking around somewhere than a person, aren’t they?”

“Even so, it’s a pretty extreme way to go about it, it’s not like the Animagus ritual is easy or without risk,” Talbott said, his eyebrows furrowing even deeper.

Artemis shrugged. “We managed it just fine.”

“We did. Let’s just hope that this thief knows what they’re doing. There’s a storm coming soon, I can tell.”

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When Should The Golden Trio Come Into Play?:

This is pretty hard to explain. But, I'm working on fics where Severus Snape is brought back to life and reunites with his ex-wife, Constance Hardbroom (of the 1998 "Worst Witch": https://theworstwitch.fandom.com/wiki/Miss_Hardbroom ) along with their long-lost son, Nicholas Hobbes (of "Worst Witch" spin-off, "Weirdsister College": https://theworstwitch.fandom.com/wiki/Nick_Hobbes ). While the first part of the series is supposed to revolve around the family reunion along with Snape and Hardbroom falling back in love, it would also include these factors:

-The potion that revived Snape included the Resurrection Stone as one of the ingredients. As a result, Snape's DNA becomes mutated; inheriting the Stone's powers that enables him to contact the dead.-The ones who revived Snape in the first place were members of R/The Cabal (of "Hogwarts Mystery"). Led by Verucca Snyde, Eustace Burke, Patricia Rakepick and Kazuhiro Shiratori managed to get Snape's corpse try to use him as a labrat in hopes to achieve immorality. In other words, The Cabal's Frankenstein and poor Snape's The Monster. But once Snape escaped, The Cabal has to hunt him down.

-Snape and Hardbroom contemplating on whether to start over and having a "Pride And Prejudice" type of ordeal (Snape's Mr. Darcy and Hardbroom's Elizabeth). With this in mind, I contemplate on whether or not to include Penny Haywood to fill in the role of Georgina Darcy...

-Nick Hobbes' origins being revealed, his reaction and the reactions of the other characters. And then there's Rita Skeeter who would stretch the truth on "The Dailey Prophet". Thus leading to the Malfoys and The Cabal to come in.-The fact that Snape and Hardbroom are from different Breeds/Sect of wizards that kinda don't get along. How far the rivalry goes is still up for debate. It's supposed to be set from an ancient, conflicting legend that explains why Rowling's wizards are more lenient with magic and are prone to having the deadliest Dark Wizards imaginable. The legend would also explain why Murphy's wizards had to adhere to the Foster's Effect (link: https://theworstwitch.fandom.com/wiki/The_Foster%27s_Effect ) and seem more "Muggle-Like" than Rowling's. All while also revealing that Rowling's wizards can't use the spells of Murphy's wizards and vice-versa. It'd be like a Muggle or a Squib trying to perform magic; they can be the victims of magic but can't use it, themselves.

-A Dark Witch, who had been imprisoned within the Mirror Of Erised being freed and being able to shape-shift into anyone's desires (she gained the powers of the mirror). As a result, she finds Snape as a compatible mate.THEN there's the second part of the series where it's supposed to revolve around Albus Potter, Scorpious Malfoy, Rose Weasley and Alice Longbottom befriending Snape and Hardbroom's much younger child, Morrigan. While inheriting half of Snape's Resurrection powers, it would later be revealed that Morrigan is prophesized to be a Dark Witch in the making.

This brings us back to Harry, Ron and Hermoine. Should they be included with the "Worst Witch" characters from the very start; helping Nicholas with the danger he's been in, reconciling with Snape, etc.? Or, should the Golden Trio be included in the Second Part of the series where they could find out of Snape's revival, new life and family along with their chidren? When should they be included, First Part Of Series or Second Part Of Series?

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harrypotterhogwartshitpost · 2 years

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My antipsychotics make me have really weird dreams sometimes- the last two nights have featured Hogwarts Mystery characters, but last nights stood out the most. So I'll try to describe it the best I can.

Warning- you're in for a wild ride.

There is no set up, we simply spawn in this environment.

First, all of this is ice/snow themed. Think the Ice Vault x Celestial Ball from Hogwarts Mystery. We're on a dance floor of some kind. Like the celestial ball, but Ice Vault themed. The camera pans over the dance floor. Penny Haywood's dancing with her snow themed dress. Ben Copper is in the corner. There's various other students filling out the dance floor. Bill Weasley is notably by the refreshment's table. Dressed in actual ball attire this time, instead of his usual button down and khaki pants.

Suddenly we're looking through my eyes. The end of the dance hall starts morphing into a open concept conference room type deal. That goes on to morph into my bathroom. (a half bath in a master bedroom.) While we're in this section, a new in game event has been dropped! It appears in front of everyone, like we are characters in an actual video game and it's popping up on the player's screen. It's a collect stars event! and the prize is a blueberry flavored kang vape oonestick. My sectionleader from my senior year on drumline looks at the event pop-up and comments that that's his favorite flavor. (I don't know if that's true or not).

(All of this is real life context) In my bathroom is my bathroom mirror, which opens up to reveal a little medicine cabinet. inside that medicine cabinet is my "vape graveyard". Aka an old tampon box full of a years worth of dead vapes. Because I know you're not really supposed to just throw them away because they contain batteries. But I also don't really know what to do with them. And yeah everyone else just throws their disposables away, but its conflicting for me. There's also a three tier shelf above my toilet. It's "baker's rack" style with translucent plastic on each shelf rack.

So we're all super confused about this event. Understandably. Because what the hell? After a few minutes of general confusion someone announces that that vape has been recalled due to cancer. So I and Ben go spreading the word, telling people we see- who are either being really confused by or finding ways to win the vape. The event pop-up is now sitting on my bathroom shelf. My section leader is commenting that he doesn't care it's been recalled for cancer and wants to win it anyway, as he's reaching out, trying to snatch it straight out of the event screen.

Cut from that! We're now back on the dance floor. It's a little cold, from being ice themed. Instead of walls there's hills of snow. Behind that is a starry sky with a big, bright full moon! For unknown reasons, we seem rather discouraged.

The camera switches. We are now looking into the situation from a camera. we continue to be to be discouraged. We're in a red velvet dress. It kinda gives Christmas vibes. The neckline is a V-neck. It has sleeves that hit our wrist. The fabric has a V shape cut into it on both sleeves. Both tied off with small, loose bows. Not made of ribbon, but more of a shoestring material, but thinner, and still matching the color of the velvet. That same type of string cinches the dress at our waist with another long, loose bow. The dress still has a loose silhouette, but that adds a little definition. the skirt of the dress hangs loosely at our knees. We're standing by the refreshments table.

Bill see's us being discouraged and approaches us. He's in an indigo velvet suit (velvet was a common theme in everyone's outfits during the "Ice Ball" portions). Paired with a brown belt and brown shoes. (Do indigo and brown really look good together?)

I know everyone imagines colors differently. So when I say indigo, I mean a bit more on the purple side than the blue side. Like an even mix of midnight blue and royal purple.

The light from the stars and moon in the background makes both of our outfits seem to glow. There are words exchanged between us and Bill (indistinguishable dream dialogue) until he asks "Well then can I dance with you?" It seems to be implied that whoever was supposed to, or we thought was going to be there with us was not there, and that is what we were discouraged about.

We accept. And this thing goes full cinematic mode. like 4k rendered 120fps professionally shot type shit. It starts lightly snowing. He takes our hand and pulls us in close, wrapping his other are around our waist. It pauses on this image, perfectly framed in the center of the full moon in the background. It's that pose where the girl is kinda leaning back with the guy's arm supporting her. After this beautiful picture is captured for what feels like about ten seconds, the camera pans out, showing a birds eye view of the dance floor. It has a big, icy snowflake on it, like the door of the Ice Vault. There's still no walls. Just hills of snow and thousands upon thousands of stars.

We begin dancing. Except instead of the "traditional dancing" you'd expect to see at a ball, we're skating. Except instead of iceskating- like you would expect on this icy dance floor in the middle of snowy hills, we're on roller skates (maybe it was because I never learned how to ice skate, but am really good at rollerskating). It's what you'd expect to see from figure skaters, very flowy and smooth movements. We do some spins periodically. The one where you spin under his arm. Where you spin into his arms. All those good, classic moves.

That goes on until we decide it's time for the dance to end yeet off into the hills. (I swear it's the funniest thing how it happened in my head.) Apparently after the dancing we went sledding. But the camera didn't show us that. All it showed was us flying over a hill, one again perfectly framed in the full moon, where we lose hold of the sled and fall. We don't see us land. It's like a Wiley Coyote falling into a canyon where we just fall out of frame. But it's somehow implied via the feeling of the moment that we landed safely, and had a good laugh about it.

And then it's just that beautifully cinematic sequence of the close-ups and the dancing and the falling on repeat until we wake up.

TLDR; At a Ice Vault themed ball there's a collect stars event for a blueberry vape. After it's recalled for cancer we spend the rest of the ball dancing with Bill Weasley until we Wiley Coyote style fall off of our sled into the snow.

(If you liked that- ask me about the dream where I was working with Skye Parkin and Spencer Reid to solve some very unconnected mysteries. Learn a new game called "banana ball" and then later catapult jump onto powerlines? also part of the cast of Friends was there??)

I could make the whole antipsychotic dreams thing a series.

#I bet by the end you had forgotten about the blueberry vape side-plot #i have no explanation #like I have absolutely no clue #how does my brain come up with these things.#feel free to share this #and feel free to express your questions comments and concerns #its amazingly beautiful #and fucking unhinged #should I keep sharing my dreams #antipsychotic dreams #thatkidnic #harrypotterhogwartsshitpost

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kkangkkangie · 2 years

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Ouroboros I

This takes place right after the Second Wizarding World with my OC, Celaena Phantomhive (also known as Arc 8). It is the first chapter of the Next Generation—as it’s been dubbed. Both Harry & Ron were Slytherins, along with Celaena. Hermione, like canon, was sorted into Gryffindor. Harry & Draco are in a budding relationship.

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“Hello,” the hoarse voice of his former ward and student greeted Severus Snape. “I’m glad you survived.”

He bit back his acerbic reply, knowing the lengths she’d gone to rescue him from the blasted snake—and the past year. “Where are we?” He coughed harshly, pulling back to see blood, “is it over?”

She nodded, answering the most pressing question first. Summoning several vials, she passed on the largest one first. “We’re in the Hospital Wing. The Great Hall’s still being used for emergent situations, but we’ve mostly handled all the cases. The venom is still circulating in your system, so you need to cough it all out.” She raised the eyebrow as he did for her when she refused to take his potions. “So, bottoms up.”

Snape rolled his eyes but complied. The quicker he rid himself of the blood, the quicker he could get out of here. One look to his ward’s face told him that she knew all about that feeling. “How long has it been, since you’ve slept?”

She avoided his stare, and he knew that she had not slept at all. “I’ve been preoccupied. My brothers have sent a package of items: magical artifacts, healing potions, more numbers to help recover—Professor McGonagall needed help.” Her thoughts sent back to him. “Will you be returning to Hogwarts as a professor?”

“Minerva started her recruitment, then?” He coughed again, increasing in intensity. “I have no wish to return.”

“I told her as much.” Celaena nodded in agreement. “You only really stayed to keep your promise to Lily Evans after all.” She slumped onto the bed rails and gave a quick side eye to the rest of the occupants. “I already wrote to Penny Haywood—Viola offered to directly mail it to her.”

“So that troublemaker really did marry Ms. Haywood.” He mused, grimacing at the idea. Snape scowled as Celaena lightly elbowed him for Viola’s nickname. “I can only hope that the posterity keeps Ms. Haywood’s penchant for clear logic.”

“I’m starting to imagine you’re simply a prick, triple spy aside.” Celaena thought at those words. “It’s just part of your personality, isn’t it?”

Snape’s reply was cut off at Harry’s arrival, who simply swished the curtains to the side. He’d been cleaned up already, wearing clean clothes and his wounds dressed. The daze in his eyes had not cleared up yet, and it would take copious amount of time before it disappeared. “You’re needed in the Great Hall again.” He muttered, placing emphasis on the last word. Harry, also, didn’t agree with the overwork that had been placed on his best friend. “Another mental jinx, they think.”

Celaena only nodded and stood up. She sent a look to Harry, who gave a resigned sigh and took her place next to Snape’s bedside much to his horror. Snape didn’t have to use his Legilimens to know what she asked for. The weary girl drew the curtains before heading to the Great Hall once more, leaving Harry and Snape together.

“Did Laena tell you she’d been offered the DADA position?” Harry broke the silence, unused to the tranquil silence. “She turned it down because she wanted me to think about it.” He gave an absurd laugh at his memory of McGonagall’s surprised face. “Even after the bloody war, she’s thinking several moves ahead.”

Snape mentioned nothing, his attention the only indicator of his surprise. He knew his ward wanted to be a professor, but she had to abandon that dream after sixth year. He didn’t want to think who’s fault it was that she had to.

“She said I should go for it because even during the war, I was the happiest teaching other students in HA.” He continued, bringing up the vigilante DADA club during Umbridge’s reign. “As if I don’t know she wanted to be a teacher.” Another bitter laugh at the past tense. “Of course, Voldemort had to take that away from her.”

“You aren’t angry at her?” Snape inquired, interested at the lack of anger. He’d been plenty angry when he yelled for everyone to hear how she’d been the one to kill Dumbledore and openly join the dark side.

“She said that there were two people she’d ever trusted.” He answered, slightly softer after the accusation. “I always wondered if that referred to you and her brothers.” Harry eyed the corner of the curtain, avoiding eye contact. “Now, I think it was me and you.”

Snape coughed harshly and heaved more blood, purging the venom from his system. There was slight shame that flooded his cheeks in doing so in front of Potter, but Harry simply waved his wand to clean and vanish the blood. “You are correct, Potter.” Snape confirmed, sitting up with more ease. “After fifth year, she ascertained that you would have adequate of a support system with Granger and Weasley. She joined the Dark Lord only to protect her school and you.”

“I was so bloody mad at her for killing Dumbledore that I forgot to think she might have had a reason for doing so!” Harry scuffed the floor harshly. “She’s always thinking ahead, isn’t she? Why couldn’t I bloody trust her!”

Snape kept quiet, knowing that Celaena’s reason for killing Dumbledore had been for less of the Greater Good but more for personal revenge and to save him. “You trusted her in the end, and we have won. I really hope you are not venting your frustrations on me, Potter, and looking for nice words.”

Harry muttered under his breath, something that sounded suspiciously like “of course not” and “nice Snape does not exist.”

The curtains opened abruptly, and instead of being Celaena, it had been Malfoy who’d broke the silence. “Your counterpart’s fainted in the Great Hall—they’re bringing her back up here. It’s Abbott’s rotation now. Go get some sleep.”

“Prat,” Harry teased with a smile. “I’ll see you back at the Common Room later then?”

Draco had the grace to blush in front of his Head of House. “Git,” he muttered. “Of course, love.” A quick sarcastic retort put the blush back onto Harry’s face as he left, leaving Snape with his former student.

“Does Ms. Phantomhive have all of you watching over me?” He snipped, not dwelling on the openness of his student and Potter’s relationship. “I did not realize I had a crowd.”

“We have our own rotations.” Malfoy took the empty seat. “Besides, we need you to do the thing where you make her listen to you. It’s been a week, and she barely sleeping. If she’s not bloody healing everyone in the Great Hall, she’s helping McGonagall with the ‘mental health’ of the other students. None of us could get her to stop.”

Snape moved to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I understand.” Of course, she would. It was often the stubborn compassion that she had that made him wonder if his ward should have been a Hufflepuff all along. “I need to get out of this blasted bed.”

Malfoy, to his credit, did not force him to stay as Potter would have. He merely moved the nearby chair to a more advantageous position to which Snape collapsed onto it. A few days had rendered his muscles to atrophy, sorely costing his ability to walk. Neither of them spoke as Malfoy cleaned the sheets and refolded the blanket with a simple incantation, waiting for Celaena to arrive.

The Second Wizarding War would take a toll on the Britain Wixen Community as a whole—Wizengamot and the Ministry already in shambles from Fudge’s and Scrimgeour’s actions. Yet, due to one student’s careful planning and delegation, there have been several movements within the rebuilding of the government. Nothing was forgotten. Magical creature rights, blood purity, and Muggle innovation and technology incorporation all advocated topics from Susan Bones, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley. It was extremely helpful to have the pull of the Phantomhive family behind them, and the new era of the United Kingdom’s Wixen started with the fall of one Dark Lord from a group of students.

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imagineimagineimagine · 2 years

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Penny Haywood x Jacob's Sibling Headcanons - (Post-Graduation; Established Couple)

So I recently starting playing Hogwarts Mystery again, and after having watched a lot a few clips of all the new dating quests that had been added, it got me itching to write some content for Penny.

So here are some headcanons I came up with for Penny Haywood x gn!MC that details what happen to the two of you after your time at Hogwarts. Hope you enjoy!

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After graduation, it is probably rather predictable as to which careers both you and Penny would decide to pursue.

Having been given a surprisingly positive recommendation from Professor Snape, Penny decides to continue her studies into potion making by becoming an apprentice to a few rather famous Potion Masters.

You on the other hand, decide to make full use of your abundant experience with the Cursed Vaults by pursuing a career as a Curse-Breaker for the Gringotts Wizarding Bank; being assigned to Gringotts' Egyptian branch where you are reunited with Bill Weasley as his new partner/trainee.

You and Penny often don't get to see one another for weeks or even months at a time, as your new respective obligations keeping you both very busy. But as disheartening as it is, all your past experiences together (from the Celestial Ball, to past Valentine's Days, to the Magic Festival), reassures the two of you that no amount of distance could possibly end a relationship as strong as yours. Both of you frequently write letters to the other and always try to reply as quickly as possible.

When Bill eventually moves back to England and tells you about the new girl he's been dating, it makes you realize just how much you miss seeing Penny on a regular basis. And so you decide to resign from Gringotts and take a position with the Ministry of Magic in England where you either a) continue your career as a Curse Breaker or b) shift career paths and become an Auror.

(Both options see you reuniting with Tonks and Talbott at the Ministry, but deciding to become an Auror would result in a lot more teasing from Tonks. Since she's been an Auror longer than you, that means you would technically have to follow all of her orders for the first 2-3 years of your career.)

You and Penny eventually move in together and rent a cramped, dingy flat not too far from either of your jobs, (Penny preferring to refer to the space as "cozy"). She tries to be supportive of your career choice, but internally worries a lot about how much danger your job puts you in. She often brews and stores large amounts of healing potions in the flat just in case.

All that being said though, after having spent so much time apart, you both really enjoy being able to start and end each day side-by-side.

You continue to gain recognition for your deeds as a Curse Breaker/Auror as you rise through the ranks of your department, and Penny eventually finishes her apprenticeships & goes on to create and sell her own original potions & recipes; her name and skill becoming well know across the country. (That right people! Penny makes bank!)

Attending Bill and Fleur's wedding together and deciding if the two of you want to get married yourselves.

Fighting side-by-side during the Battle For Hogwarts with the rest of the Order of the Phoenix and being there for one another as you mourn Tonks and the rest of your dead friends. Having a small wedding afterwards surrounded by close friends and family.

A few months later, you and Penny both receive letters from Headmistress McGonagall asking if the two of you would like to be the new Defense Against The Dark Arts Teacher and the school's new Potion Professor respectively; an offer which you both accept.

Working together as married couple, sitting next to one another at the High Table in the Great Hall during meals, grading your respective student's assignments together, both of you being the most popular teachers at the school.

Going to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop every once in a while like you did on your first date. Somehow getting voted as the school's best couple (even though only students were supposed to be eligible), helping guide many young wizards and witches to be the best they can be.

And through it all, being very very happy together.

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barnabyjr · 2 years

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hey ! could i please request a penny imagine/headcanon where the her and reader are trying to blow off some "tension" but they keep getting interrupted? thanks !

-at first you guys have to distract rowan cause they keep coming into the room to ask questions

-like what is penny doing on your bed mc

-making bracelets? cool. can i join?

-and then of course tonks and tulip rush in because they got into touble and need help

-you try the artefact room but barnaby is in there w/ an unexplainable amount of crups

-and the library is no bueno cause talbott can hear everything

-penny's room?

-nah, chiara is trying to nap in there

-back to your dorm

-rowan is gone but of course charlie wants to go out exploring

-jae needs money for hogsmeade

-and skye has been following you two around the entire time

-so you just give up and play gobstones out in the courtyard

#and yes everyone knows you're trying to get off #this got surprisingly wholesome #hphm imagine #hp imagine #hp hogwarts mystery #hphm #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts game #harry potter hogwarts mystery #harry potter #penny haywood x jacob's sibling #penny haywood x mc #penny haywood #penny haywood imagine

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thedailyimagines · 5 years

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Imagine being an animagus and protecting Penny from a werewolf.

Anon requested: “Imagine being an animagus capable enough to protect Penny from a werewolf”

Y/a/f = Your animagus form

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“Penny? Are you alright?” There was no answer from the Hufflepuff girl. Y/n was beginning to wonder if Penny had come down to the training grounds at all. “Listen, I know I freaked you out, but I didn’t mean to scare you off.”

“Y/N!!!” The scream of terror startled y/n. Running towards the source, they found a hulking brute of a man cornering Penny against a wall.

“Penny!” The blonde girl caught sight of y/n and tried to warn them away.

“Y/n, he’s—” The werewolf cut Penny off with a snarl, scaring her into silence.

“A werewolf, scream a little louder, won’t you?” Y/n pulled out their wand and aimed it at the werewolf.

“Get away from her!” Red, angry sparks started to flicker at the end of y/n’s wand, their magic responding to their emotions.

“Or what?” The werewolf turned back to Penny, and that’s when y/n transformed into a y/a/f. They charged forward and caught the werewolf by surprise, tackling him to the ground. Penny screamed loudly and ran off towards the castle. Y/n fought with the werewolf, giving Penny time to run away.

“What is going on—” The sound of Professor McGonagall’s voice drew the attention of the two fighting figures. A blast of fire instantly hit the werewolf in his side. Y/n moved out of the way of their professor’s spells.

More teachers were drawn to the sound of yells and spells being cast, giving y/n a chance to go to Penny and guide her away from the commotion. The two students ended up in the artifact room, where y/n took the chance to finally shift back from their animagus form.

“Y/n! I’m so sorry, you could have been hurt or-or worse! Are you alright?” Y/n nodded and gave Penny a hug. The Hufflepuff girl was still shaking.

“I’m fine Penny. Are you alright?”

“I’ll be fine. I’m just a bit shaken up.” Penny started to play with a lock of her hair, face flushed with embarrassment. “Thank you for saving me, y/n. If you hadn’t come when you did...”

“It’s alright Penny. If I was in your position you would have done the same.” Penny nodded and smiled.

“Yeah. Thanks y/n. I know you’re always watching out for me.”

“Of course! You’re one of my best friends.”

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pinkykitten · 5 years

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Penny Haywood Aesthetic

[face claim for penny haywood is gabriella wilde. an explanation for the aesthetic, it shows penny chillin with her dope braids, then her golden locks of hair in a braid cuz thats like her signature look, next the hufflepuff scarf and colors with a wand, then a periodic table of just he he he cuz shes such a happy person and like a hufflepuff so???, then a yellow ice cream cuz why not its aesthetic, her smiling, and another aesthetic yellow pic of a sweater with flowers. im now seeing that i mostly put like yellow aesthetic things lol oh well! i hope u guys like this i work rlly hard on these aesthetics.]

i dont take requests for aesthetics but i take requests these characters and all of hp characters for me to write fics x readers for u. i hope u guys like these!

also if u look at my masterlist u will see my stories and other aesthetics ive done :)

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delicrieux · 5 years

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anon 🍰 said: Hiii I was wondering if you could write another Penny Haywood x MC fluff. Particularly after their Hogwarts years. I read the Penny Haywood imagines you wrote and I absolutely love your style. ❤️ thank you

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Extracurricular activities and extra credit had become common to you. Not because you particularly cared about anything – except finding your brother – but Penny Haywood was seen here the most and so you, with a desperate crush and uncertainty of what to do with yourself, tagged along and tried your best to impress her. She’d smile each time she saw you, say hello in that bell like voice of hers, blush behind her ears when she caught you staring for just a tad too long. You were always sort awkward next to her, your movements stiff, your jokes not always landing. Though, instead of finding you lame, Penny found you endearing, and didn’t mind helping you even after extracurricular was over.

Winter melts to spring. The sun rises in bright orange rays. The two of you lazily sit and chat at breakfast. Sleepy students stumble into the Great Hall and greet one another terribly lacking enthusiasm. The two of you giggle once a Gryffindor trips over his shoelaces. Penny’s arm snakes around yours in a make-shift hug, her head resting on your shoulder, “Isn’t that…?”

“The Wingardium Leviosa kid?” You finish for her with a smile curling at the sides of your lips, “Yea. Poor lad. It’s painful enough to watch him at Charms.”

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clarkesrifle · 6 years

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Firewhisky Tears - Penny Haywood x Reader

Summary; Penny and the reader have been at odds for years now. However, after a bad encounter with Merula Snyde leaves you bloodied and defeated, you figure out that Penny Haywood isn’t as bad as you once thought.

Word Count; 2,561 words

Warnings; Some references to abuse in the household, underage drinking, some nudity however is completely SFW

A/N; Hi! This is my first time writing on this blog, and I am so excited to interact with everyone. Thank you so much for giving me a chance, and I hope that you enjoy my one-shot. This could eventually turn into a series if you guys like it. I take requests for any sort of story, and as of right now this story is unedited, so forgive any mistakes if there are any. I wrote this at four in the morning. This is my first Penny Haywood fic/imagine

Penny Haywood was absolutely, annoyingly, bloody perfect, and you hated her for it.

Everyone adored the blonde, even the fucking birds stopped to chirp at her. Her smile could earn more points than any immaculate potion you brewed or spell you performed, and it made your blood boil. Your family took your failures even harder.

Your father meant well, perhaps. But that didn’t change the fact that you flinch whenever a sudden noise reverberates in the air. Your family name had long since been disgraced with your family’s involvement with the Dark Lord - although your services had not come willingly, it had not stopped the ministry from stripping your father of his wand.

You had met him, once.

A handsome and charming face covered the horror that was Tom Riddle, who appraised you and said that someday, you would be a fierce witch and an asset to his side. Even then, as a tot, you hadn’t wanted anything to do with the man but the look in his eyes made it feel as though he could read every thought that crossed your mind.

And then He had fallen. Defeated by a babe and you sighed a breath of relief. Maybe there was nothing to fear after all — perhaps he was all bark but none of the bite. As soon as you thought your greatest nightmare was long gone, the trials began.

Your father had been lucky enough to stay out of Azkaban, the wizarding prison that was not above torturing it’s residents, but was completely emasculated by being forced to watch his trusty wand snapped to pieces. It was the worst thing a wizard could go through, it was almost akin to losing a limb.

He had quickly grown more and more angry. The patriarch often took his frustration out on your mother, but Gods forbid whenever his fury was pointed towards you. He grew obsessed with the idea of bringing back the glory to your family name, and the only person that ever stood in front of making him proud, was a certain blonde.

Merula Snyde had been particularly cruel this year. In the six years you’ve been at Hogwarts, yourself and Merula had a tempestuous relationship, with ups and downs more dramatic than a Quidditch match. You had to admit, she was a worthy adversary. You both forced each other to be better at dueling and constantly winded up in the hospital wing because of the other, but even she was more tolerable than Penny Haywood.

Today you found yourself bloodied and broken, but you opted out of visiting Madam Pomfrey (as much as you enjoyed her company, you did fancy winning the cup this year, and Felix had already gotten onto you enough for losing points in Potions that morning).

Instead, you smuggled the bottle of Firewhisky gifted to you by Bill the previous year for your birthday into the Prefect bathroom. Your father had nodded his head towards you and gave the slightest smile — the first you’d seen in years — when he had seen the golden badge arrive with Hjordis, your owl. Ever since getting your first taste of affection, you craved more, and you couldn’t do that by constantly getting in trouble with your superiors.

“Again, Ma’am?” Boris the Bewildered looked to you with a small look of pity. The stone statue moved freely, looking down at the girl who looked so small now. You sneer, tears pricking your eyes as you look back up at the man.

You motion to Boris’ hands. “Judge once you figure out how to put on gloves, sir.” The stone gloves were backwards, on the wrong hand. You had hoped to wipe the look of sadness from his face, but it only made him feel worse for you.

“In dueling, such as in life, there is not always a need to be on the attack.” His voice was soft, so soft and kind that you forced yourself to look away from him in guilt. “It is perfectly okay to cast a defense, be it mental…” he paused, and gently poked next to the gash on your forehead. “or physical.”

A moment passed and you heard Boris shift back into his still state. You breathed again, and quickly shuffled inside the bathroom and closed the door.

Click, went the lock and you pressed your back against the wooden door. The bathroom was ridiculously large with a bath that looked more like a swimming pool than a place to wash. One side was lined with multiple stalls, directly across from it was a long mirror that covered floor to roof. Finally, the wall opposite from the door could be charmed to look like any environment that the user wanted.

Unceremoniously you removed your shoes and threw them on the marble floor behind you as you walked towards the bath, flinching as your bare toes touched the cold. The taps (there had to be hundreds of them) confused you the first time you came into the Prefect bathroom, but now you found yourself at least somewhat comfortable with the jewel-top taps. You leaned down and turned the clear jewel and watched as water poured out. You could vaguely remember Rowan telling you that the water is charmed to always be the perfect temperature depending on the person.

And right now, that meant that the water was so hot the steam made your shirt stick to your body within minutes.

Loosening your green tie, you moved onto the purple gem, turning it and watching as a series of bubbles filled the water and floated upwards onto the ceiling before popping. With a flick of your wand, lit candles appeared around the room and the lights turned completely off, so that the only source of light were the candles that hovered in the air.

The shirt was next to go and you pulled your hair up into a bun to keep it from getting wet. The shirt, which had been white just hours before, had bright splotches of blood covering it. Pulling the Firewhisky out from your pant line, you placed it down onto the marble.

The green gem. The smell of vanilla and pine trees fill the room quickly and tears flow freely. Pain ebbed in more now as adrenaline left your system and it was getting harder to move. The rest of your uniform came off gently as you winced and groaned and slowly slipped yourself into the hot water, which filled the tub to its capacity and the taps shut off without so much as a squeak.

The soap burned your wounds but eventually it faded into a slight sting. Your muscles, which Merula had cleverly frozen with a body-bind jinx, were stiff and sore and relaxed in the water. You sat on the seat of the bath, which made it so that the tops of your shoulders were above the bubbles and exposed to the cold air.

It was too much. The pressure from your father, the desperation the please him…you almost couldn’t breathe. So instead, you uncap the liquor and take a large swig.

Were your tears from the burning of the whisky or the pressures of your life?

It didn’t matter.

You didn’t care.

You were so lost in your thoughts and drowning in the fiery taste of alcohol that at least made you feel something that you —

“It’s never good to drink on an empty stomach,” a delicate voice called. Quickly you turned around, subconsciously covering the parts of your body that weren’t even visible in the first place. Before you, watching you with curious blue eyes, was the girl that made your stresses even worse, Penny Haywood.

“I thought I had locked the door,” you say without any emotion, placing the bottle back on the floor. Penny nodded, pushing her back off of the wall and coming closer to you. She pulled off her shoes and dipped her toes into the bath.

“You had,” she confirmed, and looked towards the enchanted wall. You had made it look like a beautiful forest, the green on the leaves so vibrant that it calmed you. A deer slowly walked across the wall, bending down into a stream and sipping for a moment. “Interesting,” she said.

“What is?” You didn’t even look at her.

“I didn’t think someone that could be so volatile had a quiet side.” Penny teased, chuckling at you. You simply shrugged in response, picking up your bottle and taking a small sip this time. And then, after a moment of consideration, she held out the glass for Penny to take.

The blonde looked surprised at the gesture. You look at her, taking in her soft expression and laughed gently. Bitterly, you mumbled, “Even the daughters of former death eaters are raised to have manners.”

Penny scoffed. “It’s not that.” She attempted to reassure you. “It’s just…” she took a moment to consider her words. “you haven’t exactly extended a kindness to me in these past six years.” If you didn’t know any better, you might have thought that there was a small tinge of sadness in her voice.

Of course there isn’t, you scoffed.

“Then why spy on me whilst I bathe? Hardly took you for the peeping type.” You teased, a small crooked smile crossing your face as you nudged her knee with your shoulder. Penny snorted, and mumbled something under her breath that almost sounded like you wish. But she took the firewhisky nonetheless, and perhaps it was the alcohol running through your blood, but you found yourself especially aware of how her fingertips lightly grazed your knuckles as she grabbed the glass.

Definitely the alcohol.

Much to your astonishment, Penny took a hearty swig before placing the bottle down to the right of her.

“I followed you,” she started, leaning down onto the ground. “because you were hurt. How was I supposed to know you were coming in to take a bath? You hadn’t brought any spare clothes, just a bottle of liquor and a trail of blood behind you.”

You let out a hmm. “The door was locked, Haywood.” You looked at her again with a smirk on your face as it dawned on you. “You care.”

Penny kicked at the water and splashed you. “Hardly,” she crossed her arms. “I could still dock points for drinking on campus, you know.” She sat up and looked at you with slight humor in her eyes. An awkward silence enveloped the two girls and it almost felt like the conversation had reached an awkward end.

You almost expect to hear the door open and close when Penny stands up, but surprisingly, she returns with a conjured rag in hand. Whispering a barely audible Come here, Penny steps completely into the bath, sitting on the ledge with you.

“Your clothes…” you almost pitifully whisper, making a bright smile cross Penny’s face.

Fuck.

Even her smile is perfect.

Dipping the white rag into the bath, Penny carefully pressed the cloth to your forehead and you couldn’t help but wince. You pull your legs up to your chest gently, suddenly thankful for deciding to add bubbles tonight.

You couldn’t help but notice how focused she looked right now. Her tongue lightly pushed past her lips and stuck out. Bright blue orbs were staring intently at your forehead, and you couldn’t help but think, Were her eyes always so pretty?

“Why are you helping me?” The words barely pass your lips, but Penny hears them nonetheless and pauses.

A beat passes.

“I don’t know.” Penny dips the bloodied cloth back into the water and returned to cleaning your wounds. “But I do know that you don’t deserve the pain.”

You scoff. “I don’t have pain.”

“Then why do you cry when you think no one sees?” Suddenly you grow angry. She doesn’t know you, who does she think she is?

Why is she so right? Your anger quickly dissipates and now you’re left alone with a pretty girl sitting in a bath with you, a girl you’re supposed to hate. “I envy you.” You finally speak again after a silent moment. This surprises her.

“Everything comes so easy for you,” you say. But you don’t sound angry. You sound defeated. “Everyone loves you, you’re the top of every class.” Resting your chin on your knees, you can’t even look Penny in the face anymore. “My father…hates me because of you.” You hate to admit it, but it’s true. It hurts to say, because despite all of his failings, you love him. “All he wants is for me to make a name for myself, for our family…to get rid of our association with the Dark Lord. And then you come along and make it impossible. Being top of my class means nothing if I tie with someone else.”

You speak faster and faster to the point where it becomes hard to breathe, tears run down your face and everything hurts and you can feel your stomach clench because all you want is to be a good daughter but —

She kisses you.

And just as soon as her lips were on yours, she pulls away, and almost subconsciously you try to follow her before you pull back again. Your face turns completely red.

“Oh,” is all you can say.

“You were having a panic attack.” Penny looked just as confused as you do.

“Oh.”

“Was that your first kiss?” She asked you.

Bewildered and even more embarrassed, your face turns maroon. “Well, gee, was it that obvious?” You almost laugh at how awkward you feel and bury your face in your hands.

Penny laughs aloud, you can’t even stop yourself from thinking about just how beautiful it sounds. “No, it’s just…I’ve never seen you have a boyfriend…” a pause, a hesitation. “or a girlfriend?” Penny almost sounds hopeful here.

You look up and shrug. You hadn’t had the time, and although it did sometimes bother you that you had only a handful of friends, your busy schedule hadn’t allowed you to do anything about it. “Never had the time.”

“Well,” now Penny sounds awkward. “How would you like to be friends with me?”

Another beat. In the six years as classmates, this was the first time you had ever seen the most popular girl in your year be nervous. You smile. Genuinely smile. “I’d like that, Haywood.” She nods gently, and like she had when she first made herself known, she pushed herself up and, instead of coming towards you, she walks away this time.

Shoes in one hand, the bottom half of her dripping water onto the floor, she pauses at the door. “Goodnight.”

“Night,” you say. “And Penny? Don’t think that just because we’re friends now means that I’m gonna go easy on you in class now. I’ll still match you point for point.”

Throwing her head back with laughter, her face practically lights up the whole room. “I wouldn’t expect it any other way.”

And then the door closes and you’re alone again.

But instead of feeling so lonely, your lips are on fire and tingling. There is no sadness in the air, but the feeling of a new beginning. You touch your lips and laugh.

Penny Haywood is absolutely, annoyingly, bloody perfect.

And pretty soon, you would love her for it.

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camilamortem · 2 years

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Mum Bill is all I can think about, and I'm gonna make it everybody's problem.

Can you imagine Bill giving the gang THE TALK?

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celestialevie · 3 years

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Sunshine // Charlie Weasley x Healer! reader

(Not my GIF, credit goes to the creator) Genre: fluff with tiny bit of angst words: 1.7k warnings: cursing, like one sentence of smut (so 16+ please), kissing, idiots being oblivious about their feelings, mentions of second degree burn, mentions of broken ankles etc. Summary: Being in love with your childhood best friend is never easy, no matter how much love there is. A/N: This is gender-neutral fic don't mind the gif also, please keep in mind English is not my first language. If there are any mistakes, please let me know. And also thank you so much again for the 100 followers!! Hope you enjoy the fic

Working at your dream job with your childhood best friend has been the absolute dream. Even though you just started working at the sanctuary recently, you’re already loving it. And how could you not when Charlie Weasley has been nothing but supportive and making sure you’re comfortable with everything. Until very recently, you’ve been working at St. Mungo’s since your apprenticeship ended, when Charlie told you that people at the sanctuary are looking for another healer to work in case something happens with the wizards working there. While it did break your heart to leave your two other best friends, Tonks and Penny, you couldn’t pass up on the opportunity to be even closer to Charlie. Everyone around you two knew your feelings for each other, while the two of you kept being oblivious to each other's feelings, not wanting to ruin your friendship. Doing this job wasn’t that hard, healing a few burns here and there, twisted ankles etc. Charlie would find excuses to go and see you, even if it wasn’t actually anything wrong with him. You’ve known Charlie since the first year of Hogwarts, when you ran into him on the train. And honestly, seeing him then, you should’ve known you would’ve caught feelings for him. Red hair and blue eyes, freckles all over his face. Who can blame you? Your thoughts have been interrupted when you heard a knock on your office door. ‘’ Come in! ‘’ you yelled as Charlie opened the door. ‘’ Hi sunshine ‘’ he smiled at you. ‘’ Should’ve known it was you. Are you injured, or did you just come to bother me? ‘’ You ask him with a smile on your face.’’ Actually injured. Baby dragon decided to give me attitude by breathing fire on my hand. ‘’ he approaches you and places himself on a bed meant for patients. Taking his hand in yours, you see the very much visible burn marks on his hand. ‘’ It’s only a second degree burn, thankfully, nothing a little of burn-healing paste can’t cure. I’ll apply it and then wrap it up so that it doesn’t accidentally budge or wipe off. In no matter of time, your hand will be as good as knew and ready for another baby dragon or maybe even mother dragon to burn it again. But please don’t actually get burnt again on that hand if possible or anywhere. Molly would throw a fit if she knew how much of your scars and injuries I heal. ‘’ You say as you grab the burn-healing paste and apply it to his hand and finish it off with wrapping a bandage around his hand. Gently tapping his cheek, he sighs and gets up. ‘’ Thank you sunshine, you’re my saviour. ‘’ he exaggerates while kissing your cheek, and he’s on his way out of your office. What you didn’t know is while healing and inspecting his wound, he finally decided he’ll act up on his feelings. But for that, he’ll need help from one person who’s been helping him ignore his feelings for you. Going back to his place, he quickly wrote a note and sent his owl to that person letting them know to come over to his place asap. A couple of hours have passed before he heard knocking on his door. Opening his door, he saw that they were wearing the same outfit they usually did when they were meeting up. ‘’ Sorry it took me a while to come over, I was at work. ‘’ Charlie gulped and let them in. ‘’ It’s no problem, let’s get this over with and honestly this will probably be the last time we meet up like this, Anna… I decided to stop being a coward and acknowledge my feeling for y/n and do something about them. ‘’ he smiled and at his words Anna’s lips stretched into a wide smile. ‘’ Charlie, that’s amazing! I’m happy for you, god, I wish I could do the same about my feelings for Peter. ‘’ her smile faded a bit and a frown replaced it. Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her passionately, leading her towards the couch and slowly lowering her down on it while not breaking the kiss. Pulling off the coat, he knew she had only underwear underneath it. Slowly kissing down her neck and gently biting into it, wanting to hear her moans, he knew he pulled out of her every time they meet up like this. Lowering himself and kissing down her chest, sucking on

her sweet skin he’s got so familiar with recently. As he took of her bra, and started sucking on her nipples, the door of his cabin opened, and he swears the time stopped for him when he heard y/n’s voice when they interrupted something. ‘’ Hey Charlie….oh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt. Please continue, I’m going to go…’’ before he could even muster up a word, they apparated away somewhere. ‘’ FUCK! ‘’ He yelled as he got off of Anna and helped her get dressed. ‘’ Go find her, you idiot! Don’t just scream and shout! You should go find her and tell her everything. I’ll go home. ‘’ Anna yelled at him Giving Anna a small kiss on the cheek as an apology, he quickly tried to think of a place y/n could’ve gone to. The first thing he did was run to her house and started knocking on their door. When they didn’t answer the door, he went to their office. When he tried to enter it, the door was locked, so he knocked a couple of times before moving on to a different location. He remembered showing her a special spot by the lake, which he accidentally found when he first moved to Romania. Quickly imagining that place in his head, he apparated there, and that’s when he spotted them. Sitting by the lake and throwing small rocks at it. Taking a deep breath, he approached them.

‘’ Hey sunshine. ‘’ at the sound of his voice, they raised their head and looked behind them. ‘’ Charlie, hey…’’ clearing his throat, he slowly approached them. ‘’ Mind if I sit down next to you? Been looking around to find you. Just want to explain something to you and then after that I can leave you alone if that’s what you wish for. ‘’ they nodded their head and gently patted a spot next to them. Charlie sat down. ‘’ Can I just say before you start, I’m sorry for walking in your house without knocking or even letting you know I’ll stop by. Didn’t mean to interrupt you and Anna in your private business.’’ their voice was on the verge of breaking because god-damn did their heart break when they saw Charlie and Anna in the middle of whatever they were doing. ‘’ Oh god no sunshine, you have nothing to apologize for. If anything, it’s me who needs to apologize to you. I am so fucking sorry you saw that. But I need to explain that whole situation and for you to understand it I need you to listen to every word I say. Anna and I were nothing more than just fuck buddies. To just try and forget about all the pain in our hearts that we both felt. We never saw each other as more than occasional fuck buddies who were looking to feel something. Her heart is longing for someone else, and so does mine. Sunshine, I know that what you saw probably hurt you more than you’d like to admit to yourself and to me. God, I wish you didn’t see me and her, but….’’ he stops, taking your hands into his and looking into your eyes. My heart only longs and wishes for you, sunshine. God, I’ve never been more in love with someone more than I am in you. If you’re in love with me too or at least have some romantic feelings for me, it would make me the happiest man in the world. If you wish to stay only friends with me, I completely understand, I promise I won’t let my feelings for you ruin our friendship. You mean way too much to me for me to only ruin it because of some stupid feelings. You’re the most important person in my life. You can say what you wish to say now. ‘’ Charlie was preparing for the worse, but what he didn’t expect is for you to start crying. Noticing the panicking look in his eyes, you quickly reassure him. ‘’ No, no, don’t panic, these are the happy and frustrated tears. Penny and Tonks will be over the moon once I let them know they were right about the two of us all this time. ‘’ A small laugh escapes your lips. ‘’ I’ve been in love with you, Charlie, probably since the moment I first met you on the train. All these times I’ve told myself you only saw me as your best friend, how could you ever see me romantically. But I guess I was wrong. ‘’ you wipe away your tears as Charlie looks at you with so much love in his eyes. ‘’ Oh sunshine, I’ve never been happier to see someone laugh. ‘’ you pull him into a hug, never wanting to let him go. He pulls a little away only to press him lips onto yours. The kiss was never sweeter, wanting to keep kissing you for the rest of his life.

BONUS:

When both Penny and Tonks received a letter from you, they didn’t expect anything unusual. But what they received was the happiest news they’ve been wanting to hear since probably fifth year of Hogwarts. Charlie and you were officially together. Just like you expected, you received one big howler from them. ‘’ CHARLES WEASLEY AND Y/F/N L/N HOW DARE YOU ANNOUNCE THE NEWS WE’VE BEEN WANTING TO HEAR JUST CASUALLY IN THE LETTER. I EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU TWO!! ‘’ Penny screamed, but Tonks was only laughing in the background. ‘’ As soon as we can, Penny and I will come over to the Romania and keep telling y/n ‘ I told you so ‘’ because I TOLD YOU SO YOU DUMB IDIOT! ‘’ Tonks yelled, and all you could do was laugh at Charlie’s shocked and kind of terrified face. Penny can be a bit scary when she wanted to be, and he definitely experienced Penny’s wrath back in Hogwarts. ‘’ Well, they seem to like the news. ‘’ you laughed as you pulled Charlie into a kiss.

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