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#penny haywood x mc
sailorwritesstuff ยท 7 months
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Poly curse breakers brain rot.
Theres so many of you you're practically a friend group/roommates who kiss and sometimes talk about a pet dog. (Or human child. Penny would like a human child.)
The place you stay in is small for the amount of people. 3 bed rooms 2 bath.
Charlie has his own because of how loud he snores and his work schedule is basically dawn to dinner. which leaves the 5 of you scattered between the two other rooms.
The Biggest room is MC, Rowan, and Talbott because they're both clingy and attached to mc. Rowan is Trauma bonded and has a little separation anxiety after being together 24 seven for the last 9 years of life. And Talbott has imprinted like a little bird.
Chiara and Penny get the other room and it smells faintly of rain, lavender, vanilla, exotic plants and potion ingredients at all times. Very homey and Hufflepuffy.
Despite all of the efforts to make sure that everyone has their own space. everyone more often than not ends up in the biggest bed (Charlie's) cuddle piled tangled in each other as the broad shouldered ginger roars like a dragon in his sleep.
Chiara likes to knit gifts (the muggle way) in her free time. Scarves, gloves, and cute little sweaters (not for charlie. never a sweater for Charlie)
Penny brews Chiara's monthly potions and let's Reader help most times.
Talbott isn't super affectionate and sometimes with accidentally refer to his partners by their entire first and last legal name. "Thank you, Chiara Lobosca. I appreciate it."
Darling. He meant to say darling.
Seeing as Penny is the only one who knows anything about the muggle world sometimes she'll take you guys to new places (museums, bowling, the movies. Usual date night things)
The lot of you avoid Molly Weasley like the plague. While she was...sweet during your Hogwarts years she was always particularly pushy when things weren't "traditional" (read as: like her marriage)
She sends letters to talk with Charlie to see how he's been occasionally she asks about you. "How's your friend dear, the one from Christmas? With the....brother."
Talbott plays piano
And Penny plays guitar
Both musical gifted
They'll play for you, just ask.
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unabashednightmarepizza ยท 10 months
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๐‘†๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘š๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐ถ๐‘’๐‘™๐‘’๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘›!!
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Hi, hello luvies! Ahhh, it's been a long time since I've been actively here and I apologize! But this year had been hard for me, with college exam and stress over all, but now that I'm free, or at least about to be... I wanted to thank all the 1.5K people who loves my works and this blog!
WELCOME TO NIGHTMARE'S 1.5K CELEBRATION!!!
STATUS: ONGOING UNTIL THE END OF SUMMER
WORKS COULD BE FOUND UNDER "SUMMER CELEBRATION๐Ÿ–" TAG
Since summer had come, I wanted to celebrate both my newly-found freedom and reaching 1.5K, so for the duration of all summer, this even will continue!
Go to the links below, choose whatever character you want from my list and any prompts or AUs you want, and send a request!
There is no limit to the prompts and AUs, and no limit to requests! You can send whatever request you want and I'll do my best with writing!
เณƒโ€โžทWhat I Won't Accept
Racist request
Dark content reguests
Incest
Pedophilia
Yandere themes
เณƒโ€โžทFandoms I'll Accept
Demon Slayer
Jujutsu Kaisen
Marvel
Harry Potter
Call of Duty, Modern Warfare
The Last of Us
Hogwarts Legacy
Hogwarts Mystery
Criminal Minds
P.S: Any characters are okay from each fandom!!
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เณƒโ€โžทPrompts
Kissing Prompts( 2, 3, 4)
Sweet Words Prompts
Taking Care of A Lover's Injury Prompts
Angel Numbers
Lana Del Rey Prompts
Poly Prompts
Reconciliation Prompts
Considerate Prompts
Spring Prompts
First Date Prompts
Flower Language Prompts
Movie Prompts
Compliment Prompts
Make-Up Prompts
Hug Prompts
Friends to Lovers Prompts
Height Difference Prompts
Touch-Starved Prompts
Soulmate AU( Because I'm a sucker for it. These are some of my personal favourites.)
เณƒโ€โžท It is impossible to lie to your destined soulmate.
-Whatever music that is stuck in your soulmateโ€™s head is stuck in yours too.
-Each othersโ€™ names on their wrist/palm/etc
-Each otherโ€™s initials on their wrist/palm/etc
-Each othersโ€™ first words to one another
-A timer for when they shall first meet
-See colour for the first time when you meet, fades away when they die
-Get the same injuries as your soulmate does
-Write something on your own skin, appears on the otherโ€™s skin as well
-You can send one item to your soulmate every year
-When you meet your soulmate for the first time, you get a flashback/relive their entire lives
-Similar to above, except you get glimpses of their future
-Will only see shades of your soulmateโ€™s eye colour until you meet
-Every night you receive a message about a random sentence your soulmate has said that day.
-Receive piece of cloth with soulmateโ€™s scent
-You can sense when your soulmate is in distress
-You canโ€™t harm your soulmate
-Taste the things your soulmate is eating/drinking.
-Everyone has memories of their soulmate in their past life.
-The first time you touch your soulmate, youโ€™re forced to relive their best day and/or worst day of their lives (past or future).
-The most frequent thing your soulmate says to you is written on you.
-If you havenโ€™t met your soulmate but have been in the same vicinity of each other (like passing each other on a street or in the same building), that day will keep repeating until you find each other.
-All the nicknames your soulmate is called by is written on you.
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rainbowmess823 ยท 7 months
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I dont know if I actually read it or I've just imagine the entire thing but there's this fic with penny haywood from Hogwarts Mystery and it's set after the game and penny and mc are roommates and they have date nights with documentary but they aren't actually dating but everyone is just "ohmygod they were roommates" i can't find it, pls help.
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wizard-runes ยท 1 month
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endlessly-cursed ยท 9 months
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Update on HPHM
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redhairedgryffindor ยท 1 year
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Lunch Date
Merula and Ismelda: Eww gross.
Beatrice: Well, at least Penny use her time on Douglas instead of me.
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domaslut ยท 1 year
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HOGWARTS MYSTERY.
๐™’๐™š๐™ก๐™˜๐™ค๐™ข๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ค โ€œ๐™๐™๐™š ๐™‘๐™–๐™ก๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™šโ€™๐™จ ๐™™๐™–๐™ฎ ๐™€๐™ซ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉโ€, ๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™›๐™ง๐™ž๐™š๐™ฃ๐™™๐™จ.
๐˜ฟ๐™ค ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™™ ๐™– ๐™™๐™ง๐™–๐™—๐™—๐™ก๐™š ๐™–๐™—๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง ๐™›๐™–๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™š ๐™˜๐™๐™–๐™ง๐™–๐™˜๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง? ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ข๐™–๐™ฎ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ ๐™š ๐™– ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ค๐™  ๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™›๐™ค๐™ก๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ง๐™ช๐™ก๐™š๐™จ, ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ฃ!
๐ˆ๐๐…๐Ž๐’.
๐˜ˆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜บ? ๐˜“๐˜ฆ๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต!
ใ€Ž ๐๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐€ ๐‚๐‡๐€๐‘๐€๐‚๐“๐„๐‘ ใ€
N.B.: you can choose more than one character, if the plot is about a love triangle, or something involving a reference to more than one relationship.
โ†ณ๐˜๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜น ๐˜™๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ โ†ณ๐˜Š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜‹๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด โ†ณ๐˜”๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ข ๐˜š๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ โ†ณ๐˜›๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ต ๐˜ž๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ โ†ณ๐˜‰๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜“๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ โ†ณ๐˜—๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ โ†ณ๐˜™๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜’๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข โ†ณ๐˜‰๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ž๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ
ใ€Ž ๐๐ˆ๐‚๐Š ๐€ ๐’๐Ž๐๐† ใ€
N.B.: as you may have noticed, I have already sorted the songs in their genres, which means that, if you pick a song belonging to the โ€œFLUFFโ€ group, I will write a โ€œFLUFFโ€ drabble based on the song youโ€™ve picked.
โœฟ๐—™๐—Ÿ๐—จ๐—™๐—™โœฟ
โ€ข๐˜‹๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด - ๐˜™๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜‰.
โ€ข๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ - ๐˜Œ๐˜ฅ ๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ
โ€ข๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ - ๐˜“๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜”๐˜ช๐˜น
โ€ข๐˜œ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ ๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ - ๐˜š๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ป
โ€ข๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ - ๐˜š๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ ๐˜’๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด
โ€ข๐˜Œ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ - ๐˜‰รธ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด
โ€ข๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ - ๐˜—๐˜ถ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ค
โ€ข๐˜™๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ - ๐˜“๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜‹๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ
โ€ข๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ - ๐˜™๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜—๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ
โ€ข๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ - ๐˜Œ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด
โœฟ๐—”๐—ก๐—š๐—ฆ๐—งโœฟ
โ€ข๐˜—๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ - ๐˜š๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜Ž๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ป
โ€ข๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ - ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ
โ€ข๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ - ๐˜›๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜–๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ
โ€ข๐˜”๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ - ๐˜ˆ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ
โ€ข๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต - ๐˜”รฅ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ
โ€ข๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฆ - ๐˜ก๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ข ๐˜‹๐˜ข๐˜บ
โ€ข๐˜›๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ - ๐˜–๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ข ๐˜™๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฐ
โ€ข๐˜‹๐˜บ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜บ - ๐˜”๐˜๐˜๐˜ˆ
โ€ข๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ - ๐˜–๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ข ๐˜™๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฐ
โ€ข๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ - ๐˜‰๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ ๐˜Œ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ
โœฟ๐—ฌ๐—”๐—ก๐——๐—˜๐—ฅ๐—˜โœฟ
โ€ข๐˜ ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ - ๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜Š๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด
โ€ข๐˜–๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ - ๐˜œ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜™๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ
โ€ข๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜œ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜–๐˜ฃ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ - ๐˜š๐˜บ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜–๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ข
โ€ข๐˜š๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ - ๐˜“๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜™๐˜ฆ๐˜บ
โ€ข๐˜’๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ - ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜›๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช
โ€ข๐˜Š๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ - ๐˜‰๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด
โ€ข๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ - ๐˜”รฅ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ
โ€ข๐˜š๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜—๐˜ด๐˜บ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ - ๐˜š๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜Š๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ด
โ€ข๐˜ˆ๐˜ง๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ - ๐˜”๐˜ณ. ๐˜’๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜บ
โ€ข๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ค - ๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜Ž๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜บ
โœฟ๐—ฆ๐— ๐—จ๐—งโœฟ
โ€ข๐˜ž๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ - ๐˜‹๐˜ฐ๐˜ซ๐˜ข ๐˜Š๐˜ข๐˜ต
โ€ข๐˜–๐˜ง๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜™๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ด - ๐˜“๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜‹๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜™๐˜ฆ๐˜บ
โ€ข๐˜•๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ด - ๐˜“๐˜ช๐˜ญ ๐˜—๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ
โ€ข๐˜Š๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ - ๐˜Š๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ˆ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค
โ€ข๐˜œ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜บ - ๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜š๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ
โ€ข๐˜‰๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜บ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ - ๐˜Š๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜‰๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ
โ€ข๐˜Š๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ป๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ - ๐˜š๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ข ๐˜’๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜จ ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ
โ€ข๐˜Ž๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ - ๐˜“๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜ž๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ
โ€ข๐˜™๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ - ๐˜‰๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ ๐˜‰๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ด
โ€ข๐˜š๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ - ๐˜Š๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ˆ๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค
๊ง๐“๐‡๐„ ๐„๐•๐„๐๐“ ๐’๐“๐€๐‘๐“๐’ ๐“๐Ž๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐…๐„๐๐‘๐”๐€๐‘๐˜ ๐Ÿ“๐ญ๐ก ๐€๐๐ƒ ๐–๐ˆ๐‹๐‹ ๐„๐๐ƒ ๐Ž๐ ๐…๐„๐๐‘๐”๐€๐‘๐˜ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’๐ญ๐ก. ๐’๐„๐๐ƒ ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐‘๐„๐๐”๐„๐’๐“๐’๊ง‚
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Itโ€™s not over until the Fat Lady sings | Part VII
Pairing:ย Penny Haywood x Jacobโ€™s Sibling
Summary:ย Itโ€™s over. Itโ€™s your final day at Hogwarts. Itโ€™s time to say farewell to your friends and soon enough the start of new adventures.
AN: Yes, the hiatus is over after SO LONG. If only you are curious as to what could have taken me so long, just go ahead and read. All I can say for now, however, is this gif.
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Part I ย | ย Part II ย | ย Part III ย | ย Part IV | Part V |ย Part VI | Part VII
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Not today.ย 
You land clumsily on the floor and fall face first. You heave a deep breath and feel the cool breeze over your bruised forehead.ย  The floor is wooden you take notice.ย 
โ€œWe live.โ€ You sound more excited than relieved.
The tall man of very dark skin gives you a disapproving look as he offers you his big, callous hand, โ€œyou may not believe us, but we are not kidnapping you.โ€ He says dimly.ย 
โ€œYou are not doing a very believable job at it,โ€ you mutter under your breath as you stand up and divert your eyes in search of your friend.ย 
If Nicolau heard you or not, you do not care.ย 
Feeling a tap behind your shoulder, you turn to find Penny unscratched for the exception of a few stray golden hairs out of place. It kind of takes your breath away, you are not sure if itโ€™s the intense sense of relief or not.ย 
โ€œYou okay?" You feel her cradle your face with one of her hands,โ€œI think I heard you hit yourself when we landed.โ€ย 
You open your mouth to answer, while you feel a hot liquid make its way down your nose. Now that she mentions it a throbbing headache is starting to thunder your scalp.ย 
โ€œEpiskey.โ€
A hot-cold sensation goes over your forehead in that instant, interrupting the nearing headache altogether. You blink at Penny, and smile at her in gratefulness, only to realise the voice you heard had been a baritone.ย ย 
*Waitโ€ฆ.that couldnโ€™t have been Penny.ย 
A sudden cough makes Penny shriek away from you.ย 
โ€œI hopee you are doingย goodjeย ,ย crianรงasย , Nico,โ€ it is Maria's soft voice smiling over you. From the corner of your eye you witness Nicolau withdraw a rather stout wand into his pocket.ย 
If Maria took notice of your awkward situation, she does not verbalize it. You go over your face with your hand quickly, confirming that all of your features remain unscratched in their right place. On your hand, a smear of red blood.ย ย Marvelous.ย 
"Where are we?" It is Penny who asks. You both have been asking this question a lot more than you'd like.ย 
From the looks of it, after a brief inspection of the place since your landing, you notice you are inside an old library. Or at least that's what it looks like to you. Row over row of tall, dusty dark bookshelvesย  cover every wall of the two story tall ceiling room. All filled by equally old and dusty books of all sizes, colors and lengths.ย  In the middle is a rectangle reading table, also made of dark wood, six chairs with red tattered cushions and on the roof, suspended on mid-air, an old wooden enchanted chandelier,ย  which oddly enough, didn't offer much for illumination.ย 
"This is myย famรญlia bibliotecaย , heirloom of theย familia Oliveiraย ย for centuries. We areย stayimย inย minha casaย for now, is probably more safe." She says this in a grave tone. It does not suit you well.ย 
โ€œWhat is going on here and where is Rakepick?โ€ you see Nicolau to your left roll his eyes.ย 
Once again, much to your distress, despite being the creator of the portkey, Patricia Rakepick is nowhere to be found in the near vicinity.ย 
Maria grimaces, "Paty is probably getting oโ€™ย Ministรฉrioย off our backs, they almost got us down there ,ย talvez," sheย  adds the last as after thought before avoiding your eyes with a sigh. Yet, you are not ready to let things go.
โ€œWhat does that even mean? Are we some sort of fugitives? Why were we in the Amazonas? What is this ministerio and why are we running from them?โ€ย 
You try your best not to holler at them in anger, but being left out of the loop is making you really anxious. You are clenching your fists so tight they are starting to pale. Nicolau steps between you and Patricia instinctively, Penny puts a hand on your arm.ย 
The more time passes the harder it is becoming for you to trust the whole expedition, and the more you think this is a bad idea. You just can't help but toย know.
โ€œย Relaxa Nicoย , it is timeย deiย know.โ€ Maria pats Nicolaus broad shoulders softly, motherly. He untenses instantly.ย 
โ€œSit,ย por favorย , it is long,โ€ she signals to the chairs over the table. They look as if they havenโ€™t been dusted for centuries, and perhaps they havenโ€™t.ย 
You make your way to a chair, with Penny behind you, begrudgingly.ย  Over the table, you notice, several pictures both magical and inanimate reside in piles, a map of Brazil and another one of the city (you read the words Rio de Janeiro) with different floating signals. One of the maps even had several floating names over it making their way around the city. You try to gulp but you fail, finding your mouth unusually dry.ย 
In front of you, you watch a clearly shaken Maria Aparecida put two bony hands over the research table, her expression distraught, โ€œEu nem sei por onde comeรงar, how to explain.โ€ She opens her mouth and closes it again, a visible quiver on her bottom lip.ย 
You wish you could feel sympathetic with her, but you donโ€™t. Not when you have been kept in the dark for so long.ย 
โ€œLet me,โ€ it is Nicolau this time, his face as stoic as every moment you have spent with him, โ€œwhat you see overย hereย is a map of Brazil and the city ofย Rio de Janeiroย ."ย 
You raise one of your eyebrows at him with a sober stare. Your cheeky โ€˜donโ€™t you sayโ€™ remains hot on your lips because Penny nudges your ribs with the point of her elbow. Youย owwwย at her, she purses her lips at you. You hiss a โ€˜ย fineย โ€™ under your breath while Nico pretends not to notice your banter.ย 
"We have been following the trail of a number of unusual disappearances, all of which have been escalating in the recent months since their start more than a year ago." Nico pauses as you see a trace of struggle surface through his impassive face.ย 
You dart your attention between Nico and Maria intrigued. The brief info dump had felt like a joke with a punchline that never quite arrived. You can understand why it would be important to follow the trace of several disappearances but you fail to understand how this could be related to curse breaking or why Rakepick had decided to involve herself in it.ย 
"Do the authorities know any of this? Don't you have a Ministry that attends to these matters?" Penny asks matter-of-factly, she probably feels as bewildered as you.ย 
What would a trio of British wizards be doing in Brazil to help solve an arbitrary disappearing mystery?ย Sounds pretty random, if they asked you. What could you do that the Brazilian ministry couldn't?
Maria Aparecida interrupts your train of thought with a banshee-like chuckle. You would've laughed after her had you not been feeling as annoyed as you currently feel.ย 
"Ja! Oโ€™ministรฉrio?โ€ย she points one bony finger at Penny while she looks at Nicolau, "Oโ€™ministรฉrio,ย menina! Ja-ja-ja-jaaaaaaa!" She hollers in fake laughter only to stop suddenly.ย 
"Deiย have known for months,ย deiย were the first notify of the disappearances of diseโ€ฆof diseโ€ฆ" she heaves for a second breath, perhaps to gather herself, "....crianรงas!" She motions wildly in the air with her hands, โ€œ...childs!โ€
She had spoken so fast it was hard for you to understand.
"Deiย are corrupt! The worst,ย porcariaย !ย Deiย do not care. Not about childs, not about safety, not about Macumba!" She hits the wooden table with both her hands in feverish anger before muttering unintelligible words under her breath, that might have been portoguese with a swear word or two by the sound of it.ย 
Wait.ย 
"Wait, did you say they are disappearing children?"ย 
A powerful feeling between nausea and bemusement punches your stomach. As a persecuted child yourself, you can't help but feel sympathyโ€“anger. It hadn't occurred to you before, not really, that outside of Britain all other kinds of terrors persecuted other children daily.ย 
"They are disappearingย sem-magicaย children from poor regions of Rio de Janeiro-No maj?โ€ He adds as an afterthought after seeing our confused stares.ย 
โ€œYou mean muggleborn? Magical children born from no magical parents?โ€ It is Penny who interjects, you hadnโ€™t heard of the term No-maj before.ย 
โ€œYes, muggleborn. We have tracked seven so far." Nicoโ€™s face is in a deep frown, an expression you hadnโ€™t seen in his face before, and emanated a menacing aura around him.
"But that would be hard to hide, right? How can school age magical children disappear out of thin air and have no one notice? Orโ€“"ย 
You can hear a clear distraught in Pennyโ€™s voice, heartbreak even. She is probably having a harder time believing something like that could happen just like that, even on the other side of the world. The thought that something like this could happen to her still school-aged sister probably bothers her more than she would be willing to admit.ย 
โ€œWho sayย deiย were school agee?โ€ Mariaโ€™s words impale us into an ominous silence.ย 
The implications give you immediate goosebumps, while bile hits the back of your throat.ย 
"Deiย are disappearing childs yet to be register inย Castelobruxoย . Oโ€™ministรฉrio does not care because deiย are not registeredย aindaย the Brazilian magical census,โ€ You see Maria change her palms into firsts over the table.
โ€œBrazilian muggles do not care because the disappearing children are poor and this is โ€˜normalโ€™ in Brazilian favelas.โ€ Nico quotes in the air with his fingers.ย 
โ€œWe also believe there is enough evidence to suggest this might not only be happening in Rio de Janeiro, but all over Brazil.โ€ย 
Nicoโ€™s words are so grave, neither you or Penny dare to utter a word. Not of disbelief, nor support. The matter at hand is far more horrifying than any worst case scenarios you wouldโ€™ve come up with.ย 
Maria Aparecida hits the wooden table with fury, โ€œAnd all Oโ€™ministรฉrio care about is plan the nextย International Warlock Conventionย !โ€ She fumes.
โ€œNo cause troubawl Maria,โ€ she hits the table with each of her sentences,โ€ No conspiracy theorie Maria,โ€ย pum!ย , โ€œ noting is wrong , noting is happening in Brazil.โ€ย pum!ย , โ€œ Stop or we fire you! Pffft!โ€ย pum!ย , โ€œMacumba no exist anymore!โ€ Her hair turns wilder with every new pummeling of the table, her eyes set up in a flaring glare. Almond eyes so tight and slant you could barely recognize her irises.ย 
Penny reaches for your robe instinctively. You didnโ€™t know Maria Aparecida, if at all, and she looked ready to cast an unforgivable curse at the minor provocation.ย 
โ€œWhat is Macumba?โ€ The question slips through your lips unconsciously. The word had shimmered at you since its first mention, for some reason resonated in your recent memory.ย 
โ€œMacumba is a very old kind of ritualistic magic that developed in the early magical communities of the 16th century,โ€ Nico pauses and moistens his lips, โ€œyou are foreigners, so you do not know but around that time a massive wave of immigration populated Brazil andย sem magica,ย muggleborn, children were not trained in Castelobruxo. That is no longer the case, butย  Brazil has a long history of misuse and practice of illegal magic, so we think the disappearances could be related.โ€
Maria stands up suddenly at this, โ€œNo, Nico, we no โ€˜tinkโ€™,โ€ she quotes in the aire, โ€œdeiย are related, we know.โ€ย 
The loud pop of an apparition interrupts your conversation, before the heavy front doors of the library open with a screech. The bloodied figure of a woman collapses before you, the first to run to her side being Maria in a rush.ย 
โ€œPaty,ย querida, what happen?โ€ she puts Rakepickโ€™s head over her lap and uncovers her face from a veil, revealing Patricia Rakepickโ€™s signature red head, blood pouring grotesquely down her eyes.ย ย 
โ€œThey have him, Maria, they have him.โ€ She anguishes, if you didnโ€™t know better you could swear you could hear her sob.ย 
Maria remains silent, her face unusually petrous. Beside her Nico kneels.ย 
โ€œWho do they have?โ€ He grabs her robes quite forcefully with intention to shake her. Such a strong reaction takes you aback. Beside you, you notice Penny rummaging through her bag.ย 
โ€œWho do they have, woman?!โ€ He shakes her for real this time, breaking Maria from the quiet reverie she had immersed into.ย 
โ€œShe is hurt, stop it,โ€ you grab Nicolauโ€™s forearm menacingly. He glares at you with a snarl, you make a quiet dash to your wand. You might not be fond of Rakepick right now, but you would not allow a stranger to hurt her.ย 
Rakepick brushes Nicolauโ€™s hands from her robes taciturn but placating before speaking to Maria again, โ€œSantos, I think they have Santos, heโ€ฆ he saved me, we have to go back,ย youย have to go back, check your watch.โ€ she orders Maria.
ย โ€œHelp.โ€ Patricia adds as an afterthought before closing her bloodshot eyes. You grip your wand beside you tightly. These last words, however, are meant for you, that much you know.
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ah: I have no excuses, or way too many for the reason why I had been on hiatus for so long. But I have decided, I will finally give it a try and finish something for a change. The outline is done. I delayed a bit because of the world cup, but I hope to keep going forward. Looking forward for the ride, and you'd like, your company!
xoxo, everyone,
Lycopene.
You can find me in ao3 too.
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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 !
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-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
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โ€˜deed i do [1/4]
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โ€”โ€”โ€”
It hits you, out of nowhere, one Tuesday afternoon in the Hufflepuff Common Room.
Youโ€™re minding your own business, reading about how to turn the tiny owl hooting quietly in front of you into a pair of opera glasses, when you catch a rustle of fabric to your right.
Looking up from your secondhand textbook, you bite back a fond grin.
Sitting next to you is your study partner and best friend of five years, Penny Haywood. Your futures were forever intertwined when your paths crossed as tiny little first-years in the main Courtyard. She appreciated your lack of ass-kissing and down-to-earth introvertedness. You were grateful that she didnโ€™t hold Jacobโ€™s actions against you. You two had a lot in common and became fast friends.
You remember the sense of warmth and safety emanating from Penny. Your immediate thought was, โ€œYep, Iโ€™ve just met my best friend.โ€ You could not put your finger on what made you so sure. You still canโ€™t. But if there is one thing you are sure about, it is that Penny Haywood will always be in your life.
At the moment, Penny has a cute little frown on her face. Itโ€™s the face she makes when she hits a wall. As a perfectionist and someone with extremely high standards for herself, when she doesnโ€™t grasp a concept right away, it frustrates her.
You know you should be a good friend and console her, but she is so adorable, you find yourself blanking on words for some reason. Your throat feels dry and raspy, so you say nothing and wait for her to speak first.
โ€œIโ€™m taking a break. This is doing my head in.โ€ A sour scowl sits on her lips as she crosses her arms and glares daggers at the textbook in front of her.
Penny was a whiz at Potions and Herbology, but Transfiguration did not come as easily to her. She often joked, โ€œThatโ€™s why I keep you around, so I get perfect grades.โ€
You both knew it wasnโ€™t true. But what was love without a little banter?
Underlining a section in your textbook, you put down your pen, moving closer to Penny and gesturing for her to pick up her wand. โ€œIโ€™ve got you, Pens. Alright, so first weโ€™re going to practice the wand movement. Is it okay if I grab your hand?โ€
She nodded.
Gently putting your hand over hers, you slowly move her arm and wand. โ€œItโ€™s like a violin bow. You keep your wrist flexible and make small circular movements from the wrist, not the elbow. Two loops, okay?โ€
If you werenโ€™t so focused on teaching, you might have noticed the dusting of pink on her high cheekbones. But, you donโ€™t catch it. Instead, you steamroll on.
โ€œNext, the spell itself. Operaspecula. O-per-a-spec-u-la. Make sure to accentuate the first and fourth syllables, not the second and fifth. Common mistake.โ€
You take a moment to demonstrate, mentally crossing your fingers that you get it right. It would be awkward if the teacher flubbed up the demo.
The owl gracefully turns into a handsome pair of opera glasses, then back into an owl. She gives an indignant hoot and flaps her wings to display her discomfort at the situation. You quickly apologize to her and then turn to Penny. โ€œYour turn.โ€
โ€œOkay. I got this.โ€ Squaring her shoulders, she exhales slowly, then raises her wand. โ€œOperaspecula.โ€
Nothing happens. Pennyโ€™s shoulders slump.
โ€œTry again.โ€
โ€œButโ€”โ€
โ€œNo, I have faith in you, Pens. Really mean it this time. You got this.โ€
A brief staredown happens. Both you and Penny are stubborn as hell, so itโ€™s a common occurrence. Thankfully, this time, you win.
โ€œOperaspecula.โ€
This time, the owl changes into a pair of opera glasses with feet sprouting from the bottom. Itโ€™s not a complete Transfiguration, but itโ€™s certainly progress. Thatโ€™s enough reason to celebrate for the both of you.
Penny nearly knocks you out of your chair with an enthusiastic hug. The warm scents of musk and amber hit your nose. You relax into the embrace and whisper quiet congratulations to your best friend. She tightens her arms around your neck, despite the awkward side position youโ€™re both in.
One thing you learned quickly about Penny Haywood: she is touchy. Hands thrown around necks, hugs, pats on shoulders and heads, and if sheโ€™s feeling particularly in high spirits, hip checks. These are all things to expect from the epitome of Hufflepuff. Especially if you choose to be in her inner circle.
Itโ€™s not a huge problem, except for the fact that youโ€™re horribly touch-starved from a less-than-stellar family life back home. The steady, non-judgemental contact makes your chest feel warm, every single time. Even after five years of it.
In the beginning, you shied away from the hugs, believing you were undeserving. But after a lengthy conversation about your family history, Penny fiercely set the record straight and made sure to give you as much physical contact as she could. And that is how you find yourself the constant recipient of hugs, back rubs, linked arms, and shoulder squeezes in passing. Youโ€™ve never been happier about anything.
When Penny pulls back, she looks back to her usual self. Her frustrated pout is gone, replaced with her usual sunny smile. Youโ€™re sad to see it gone, but also happy that sheโ€™s not beating herself up anymore.
โ€œIโ€™ve got to go to Runes, but we should pick this up after that. Will you still be here?โ€ Her hands play with the hem of her school robes, adjusting her Prefect badge.
โ€œShould be. Iโ€™ve got a DADA essay that I need to start and Iโ€™m done with classes for today.โ€ Sighing, you pick up your pen again, closing your Transfiguration textbook and opening up your Defense Against the Dark Arts one instead.
Pennyโ€™s face brightens at the news. Her shoulders relax and her hands stop fiddling with the lapels of her robe. โ€œGreat! In that case, Iโ€™ll see you later. Thanks, Jung. Youโ€™re a lifesaver.โ€ She stands from the table, slings her bag on her shoulder, and hugs you from behind. A hug, you expected. What you didnโ€™t expect was a quick kiss on the cheek.
By the time you realize what transpired, Penny is gone in a swish of robes and blonde pigtails. All thatโ€™s left in her place is the lingering scent of her rose and sandalwood perfume.
Where did that come from? Sure, Pennyโ€™s always used physical contact as a way to show her affection, but sheโ€™s never kissed you before.
Your hand reaches up slowly to your cheek. Damn.
Before you can dissect this move, you feel a nip on the middle knuckle of your pointer finger.
Dropping your pen, you swear under your breath and cradle your left hand. Throwing a dirty look at the owl, who is innocently preening her feathers, you smart at the pain. โ€œOkay, okay, Iโ€™m taking you back to the Owlery. Yeesh.โ€
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Penny finds you a couple hours later, still in the same spot where she left you. You are surrounded by balled-up sheets of parchment and your hands are covered in ink. As it turns out, describing how hex-deflection works is harder than you thought it would be.
โ€œOh, what am I going to do with you?โ€
Her soft voice jerks you out of concentration, causing an ink blot in the middle of your sentence.
โ€œOh, sorry.โ€
โ€œSโ€™okay.โ€ You sigh and wave your wand, whispering an undoing spell you learned pretty early on. The insistence to use antiquated technology for writing was laughable. And of course, no pencils; ink is a must. It took a lot of persuasion to convince your professors that a fountain pen would be acceptable. You were hoping for a ballpoint pen, but anything was better than a quill, so you took the win and didnโ€™t push. Suffice it to say, youโ€™re very good at removing ink blots and misspelled words from parchment. โ€œHow was class?โ€
โ€œInteresting, as usual.โ€ Pennyโ€™s voice was rife with sarcasm. โ€œMore grammar today.โ€
โ€œThat bad, huh?โ€ You reach for her hands, but then think twice as you remember the stains. โ€œWhyโ€™re you taking it, then?โ€
โ€œItโ€™s useful for reading old books, which is where all the interesting Potions recipes are.โ€ She groans, plopping into the chair next to you and laying her head on your shoulder.
โ€œAh, yes. I should have known.โ€ You want to wrap an arm around her shoulders, but your inky hands stop you again. You stand, jostling her head, and hold up your hands. โ€œIโ€™ll be right back. Iโ€™m going to wash my hands.โ€
Penny, who pouted at the loss of contact, breaks into laughter, wiping away tears. โ€œCome sit back down, you idiot. Tergeo.โ€
You blink down at your now-spotless hands. โ€œOh, right. Thereโ€™s a spell for that.โ€
The blonde rolls her eyes and pulls you back down into your seat, putting her head back on your shoulder and pulling your arm around her. โ€œWhat kind of witch are you?โ€
โ€œOne that doesnโ€™t like to depend on magic.โ€
โ€œHipster.โ€
โ€œLazy-ass.โ€
You both share a chuckle, looking at all the things strewn on the table in front of you. For the life of you, organization does not seem to be in your vocabulary. No matter how hard you try, chaos always finds its way.
โ€œI know you said you wanted to work on Transfiguration stuff againโ€ฆbut what if we found our friends and went to supper instead?โ€
โ€œThat sounds like a grand idea.โ€ With a wave of her wand, Penny organizes your books and parchment into neat stacks. Happy with her work, she tucks her wand away and loops her arm through yours. โ€œIโ€™m hungry and in no mood to study.โ€
You find Chiara and Skye in the dorms, Rowan in the Library, and send an owl for Tonks. There is no telling where Tonks is at any given moment. As a matter of fact, you would rather not know. Plausible deniability and all that. They donโ€™t tell, you donโ€™t ask.
The six of you meet up in front of the Great Hall before entering as a group. All six girls take your unofficial designated seats at the Hufflepuff table. Rowan on your left, Penny on your right. Tonks sits across from Penny. Skyeโ€™s seat is on Tonksโ€™ left and Chiara sits next to her.
Todayโ€™s meal options feature different kinds of sandwiches, steaks, and soups. You have a hankering for soups, so youโ€™re thankful that something is your way for once.
As you dip your roast beef & Pepper Jack sandwich into your chicken noodle soup, you listen to Skye, Tonks, and Penny excitedly catch up about a recent Quidditch match. You share a glance with Rowan and Chiara as they begin to use words and names that even you donโ€™t know. Sure, you might be on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, but you donโ€™t follow any actual games that happen outside of Hogwarts.
โ€œHow were your classes, Row?โ€
โ€œI almost got trampled by an Abraxan in Magical Creatures. But other than that, it was largely uneventful.โ€ Rowan dryly remarks, then takes a bite from her chicken sandwich.โ€How about you?โ€
โ€œThe classes are fine, but the homework is really testing my will to live. Especially the DADA assignments. Iโ€™ve never been more reluctant to write an essay!โ€
Rowan knocks her shoulder into yours. โ€œI understand completely. The classes are getting real nowโ€ฆ Weโ€™re covering topics even I have never heard of in History of Magic.โ€
โ€œSpeaking of which, have you started on that essay due next week?โ€
โ€œNot yet. I was thinking of working on it tomorrow after Potions in the library.โ€
โ€œI might just join you.โ€ You sigh darkly, not looking forward to working on yet another essay. Words are hard.
As dinner begins to wind down, Professor Dumbledore stands and makes his way to the center of the raised platform. Amplifying his voice with his wand, he begins to speak.
โ€œGreetings, students and staff. We are rapidly approaching the time of year when we shift our attention to happy matters of the heart.โ€
A buzz begins among the student body. The Headmaster clears his throat and continues.
โ€œAs such, it is my pleasure to announce that Hogwarts will be hosting a special Valentineโ€™s Day Ball this year.โ€
The Great Hall explodes with chatter. All around, students are asking each other about outfits and food and dates.
Penny sighs dreamily. You can feel her warmth down the entire right side of your body as the blonde leans into you. โ€œA Valentineโ€™s Ball! What could be better? I bet it will be full of blooming flowers, colorful lights, and candyโ€ฆโ€
Tonks, on the other hand, has a different idea in mind entirely. โ€œAnd a killer band we can rock out to, with great music. No way this isnโ€™t the best night of the year!โ€
โ€œMaybe weโ€™ll even get to bring a date! Ooh, I canโ€™t wait.โ€ Penny clasps her hands to her chest and giggles. For as long as youโ€™ve known her, Penny has had a soft spot for romance and love stories. Itโ€™s one of her endearing qualities that you love about her. You resist the urge to kiss her forehead.
Professor Dumbledore wisely waits for the hubbub to die down before he continues. โ€œFor more details on the event, letโ€™s hear from the teacher who will be in charge of every detailโ€ฆ Madam Pince.โ€
The six of you exchange confused looks. Wait, what?
Madam Pince does the same as Professor Dumbledore to amplify her voice. โ€œGood evening, ladies and gentlemen. I promise Iโ€™ll approach planning this ball as I do all things at the Libraryโ€”with the utmost seriousness!โ€
You donโ€™t remember what she says after that, but with each sentence she says the mood in the room sinks ever lower. Finally, she nods curtly and returns to her seat.
The excited buzz that filled the room quickly turns sour. There is much turbulence among the students. Madam Pince is not known for having fun.
Tonks puts their head in their hands. โ€œBlimey, this ball just went from being a potential blast to a crushing bore!โ€
โ€œLetโ€™s hope thatโ€™s not the case. Itโ€™s possible Madam Pince has something fun planned after all.โ€ Always the optimist, Penny is trying very hard to look on the bright side. Itโ€™s a valiant effort.
Both Rowan and Chiara are quiet, introverted girls, but even they know that a party should be the opposite of everything Madam Pince stands for. They silently nod in agreement with the more vocal members of the group.
You look for your friends in other houses around the room. Jae is glaring daggers at Madam Pince, Talbott has a very disappointed blank face, Tulip is face-palming, Andre looks like heโ€™s going to cry, and you can almost hear Badeeaโ€™s wince. You find Merula at the Slytherin table, her fist shaking as she holds a knife.
Suffice it to say, no one is happy about this new development.
You sigh, picking up your mug of ginger tea. โ€œAt least it sounds like Madam Pince is taking this assignment very seriously.โ€
Tonks throw up their hands. โ€œToo seriously. She said it would be chaste, uncomfortable, and weโ€™d have to follow the rules!โ€
Penny wacks them lightly on the shoulder, reprimanding gently. โ€œLetโ€™s focus on the positive. There are so many great things about a holiday ball!โ€ She turns to you, laying a hand on your upper arm. โ€œJung, what are you looking forward to most about the ball?โ€
You stumble on your words as you feel warmth emanating from Pennyโ€™s hand, through your whole body. What was happening with your brain? โ€œHm? I wasnโ€™t planning on going.โ€
โ€œOh, come on, please?โ€ The blonde pleads with her puppy eyes. She knows that you cannot say no to her pitiful blues. You wait a few seconds, but in the end you know youโ€™re a goner.
โ€œFiiine.โ€
โ€œYay!โ€ Penny leans forward and wraps her arms around your middle. โ€œThank you, thank you! I promise weโ€™ll have a good time. We could all use a really fun night together.โ€
Skye is much in the same boat as Tonks. It doesn't help that she isnโ€™t the biggest fan of the Librarian. โ€œWith Pince in charge, this night could end up being torture for all of us!โ€
Rowan nudges your arm. โ€œYou should do something about this. Youโ€™ve beaten much harder opponents in the past.โ€
โ€œYes, yes! Pretty, pretty please, Hero? Youโ€™re the exact right person for this job!โ€ Pennyโ€™s face is back to her pleading pout. The use of her special nickname for you is certainly deliberate. She knows how to slip past your defenses and hit you in the heart with her persuasion.
You wonโ€™t lie; you were thinking up ways to trick Pince into relinquishing control. Now, with a very compelling reason sitting to your right, you find yourself speaking before your brain can fully catch up.
โ€œOkay. Iโ€™m going to save the Valentineโ€™s Ball from Madam Pince.โ€
Tonks and Skye raise their goblets and cheer loudly. โ€œAlright, Jung! Three cheers for the Hero of Hogwarts!โ€
Chiara clinks her mug of tea with yours calmly. โ€œIโ€™m rooting for you, Seojung. You can do this.โ€
Suddenly, a Gryffindor sixth-year comes up to them. โ€œPenny Haywoodโ€ฆ would you go to the dance with me?โ€
โ€œOh hell, here we go.โ€ Penny mutters this under her breath so quietly only you hear. She straightens up and smiles her best socialite smile. โ€œThank you for the offer, but I will have to decline. I hope you can find someone.โ€
The Gryffindor boy nods. โ€œCheers.โ€
You are aware of a burning sensation in the pit of your stomach. Itโ€™s hot and strong and totally alien. What is it? Anger? Fear?
Shit.
Itโ€™s jealousy.
But wait. Why are you jealous? If anything, you understand why people are so keen to ask Penny out. She is kind, friendly, warm, funny, smart, prettyโ€”
Ah.
Because you want to ask Penny out.
Really, for someone so smart, you can be so dense sometimes. Falling for the popular straight girl? Of course you had to have the quintessential lesbian student experience. It could never happen. But now that you know, you canโ€™t stop thinking about it.
All of the feelings you didnโ€™t quite understand, the strange things you did, they all make sense now. You donโ€™t know when your feelings turned from friendship to something more, but youโ€™re certainly aware of it now.
You tamp down the fire in your gut and return to your sandwich and soup. You have no chance.
Another boy, this time a Ravenclaw, comes up to Penny and asks to be her date to the dance. Again, the offer is rebuffed. By dessert, five other boys have shot their shot. All five walk away without a โ€œyesโ€ from Penny.
Youโ€™re relieved. A dark part of you is happy that Penny hasnโ€™t accepted an offer. If you canโ€™t have her, no one can have her. Immediately, you lecture yourself for having such possessive thoughts. Penny is not an object for you to claim, she is your friend. Your best friend, in fact.
โ€œPenne, are you going to accept an offer? Whatโ€™s the hold up?โ€ Tonks unleashes a disgusting belch. โ€œPeople are practically lining up to ask you out!โ€
โ€œIโ€™m not interested in any of them! I donโ€™t even know half of them. If Iโ€™m going to take a date to the ball, at the very least I should know who they are.โ€
Skye pipes up. โ€œTheyโ€™re just going to keep asking, then, unless you accept or something.โ€
As Penny opens her mouth to say something else, another Gryffindor comes up to her. โ€œPenny, would youโ€”โ€
โ€œNo. Iโ€™m already going with someone else.โ€ This time, Penny snaps in an uncharacteristically curt tone. The Gryffindor nods quickly and practically runs away.
Tonks raises an eyebrow. โ€œWhyโ€™d you say that?โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t know!โ€
โ€œWell, now you need to say yes to someone.โ€
โ€œOh, Merlinโ€ฆโ€ The blonde starts unbraiding and re-braiding her hair. You put your hand on the small of her back. Her coping mechanism for stress is playing with hair. Usually itโ€™s hers, but sometimes itโ€™s yours.
Penny smiles at you, silently thanking you for the silent support. You smile back. Youโ€™re a sucker for Penny Haywood.
A throat clearing to your left makes you look up. Itโ€™s another boy, this time a Hufflepuff in your year. You sigh and roll your eyes internally, readying yourself for another suitor throwing himself at Penny.
โ€œErm, Seojungโ€ฆโ€ Wait, what? Heโ€™s asking you? โ€œWill you go to the Ball with me?โ€
Youโ€™re not as nice as Penny. Laughing, you respond, โ€œDude, Iโ€™m a lesbian. But even if I wasnโ€™t, I still wouldnโ€™t. Fuck off.โ€
โ€œRight. Sorry. Seeya.โ€ The boy scrampers off.
The six of you sit in silence. Did that really just happen? Then, you all burst into raucous laughter.
โ€œDid he justโ€” No fucking way!โ€ Tonks is pounding the table lightly with their fist in between fits of laughter.
โ€œI could not possibly be more gay. There are very clear signs! What the hell!โ€ This time, you really do roll your eyes.
Even Penny cracks a smile, despite her stress. And frankly, that makes it all worth it.
โ€œMates, I got it.โ€ Tonks breaks you out of your haze. Immediately, Rowan, Chiara, and Penny cast wary glances at each other. They know much too well how most of Tonksโ€™ ideas turn out.
โ€œYes?โ€ Rowan takes one for the team and asks the question youโ€™re all scared to ask.
โ€œYou twoโ€”โ€ The pink-haired witch wags their fingers between you and Penny, โ€œโ€”should pretend to date each other, so people will stop asking you guys to the ball.โ€
The table falls silent. You scoff at the very notion, but shut up once you look at the other three girls. They arenโ€™t objecting. You canโ€™t believe that Rowan of all people is actually considering this.
โ€œI think itโ€™s an elegant solution.โ€ Chiara pipes up quietly.
Rowan shrugs. โ€œIt does make sense. Benefits both parties.โ€
Skye grins manically. โ€œYou two do act like an old married couple anyway. Might as well play it up and use it to your advantage.โ€
You roll your eyes and turn to Penny, about to say, โ€œCan you believe this nonsense?โ€, but you find her staring off into space.
โ€œPens?โ€
โ€œWould you be okay with it?โ€ She looks at you with imploring eyes. Classic Penny, always looking out for others. โ€œIt would be nice to stop having people come up to me, but only if youโ€™re okay with the arrangement. I donโ€™t want to force you.โ€
โ€œThe question is, would you be okay with it? I mean, youโ€™re straight and all.โ€
Penny snorts. โ€œNo Iโ€™m not! Jung, how do you not know this?โ€
โ€œYouโ€™reโ€ฆ not?โ€
โ€œJung, Iโ€™m bi. I told everyone last year!โ€
You blink. โ€œWas I there?โ€
This time, all of the other girls respond. โ€œYes!โ€
โ€œOh. Huh. Alright then, I stand corrected. But, still, my other points still stand. Do you really think itโ€™s a good idea?โ€
The blonde takes both of your hands gently in both of hers. โ€œI am so tired of all the unwanted advances. Iโ€™ll make it worth your while. Think about it?โ€ Her bright blue eyes drill into yours.
You sigh and squeeze her hands. โ€œLet me sleep on it.โ€ You glance down at your wristwatch. โ€œRight. Off to Quidditch practice. Come on, Skye.โ€
โ€”
Thankfully, the drills keep your mind off of Penny, Penny, Penny. By the end of practice, your limbs are sore and your robes are soaked with sweat. You hit the showers, and only then does the fake-dating scheme come to the forefront of your mind again.
Pretending to date Penny Haywood. Could you compartmentalize your feelings? Could your heart survive this?
You canโ€™t keep this secret to yourself. You need to tell someone.
Thankfully, when you return to the Hufflepuff Common Room, you find just the person youโ€™re looking for.
โ€œRow! Can we take a walk?โ€
Over the years, you and the bookworm have come up with a set of code phrases. Her eyes instantly snap up from the book sheโ€™s reading. She closes the tome with a quiet thud. โ€œOf course.โ€
Once youโ€™re bundled up in appropriate coats and out walking the border of the grounds, Rowan speaks up. โ€œWhatโ€™s up, Jung?โ€
โ€œSo you know the fake-dating thing? Thereโ€™s a problem with the plan.โ€
โ€œWhat is it?โ€
โ€œI may or may notโ€ฆ have actual feelings for Penny.โ€
Rowan halts in her tracks. โ€œOh, dear. That is a complication. How long?โ€
โ€œI just found out at dinner. I realized I was jealous of all the guys asking her out. I wanted to be one of them. And then it all kinda hit me, and all the dots connected.โ€
The other girl nods. โ€œHonestly, that makes a lot of sense. I did wonder sometimes. Soโ€ฆ are you okay with fake-dating Penny with your real feelings?โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s what Iโ€™m trying to figure out. I think so. I mean, I know I have no chance. Sheโ€™s in a different league.โ€
The bespectacled girl frowns. โ€œNo, sheโ€™s not. Youโ€™re just as popular as she is, you know.โ€
โ€œWhat?โ€
โ€œOh, yeah. Everyone wants to rub elbows with the great Curse-Breaker and sibling of Jacob Lee. You really donโ€™t know?โ€
โ€œGuess not. Explains a lot.โ€ You roll your eyes and move on to your other pressing question. โ€œHey, when did Penny tell us she was bi?โ€
โ€œOh, she mentioned that sometime last year during breakfast one day. You probably werenโ€™t awake enough yet.โ€
You nod. That makes sense. Everyone in your inner circle knows that you are not a morning person in the slightest. Theyโ€™ve learned not to strike up conversation during breakfast, because you donโ€™t talk.
โ€œWell, that doesnโ€™t change anything. Thereโ€™s no way she likes me back. She sees me as her best friend, and I would hate to betray that.โ€
โ€œOโ€ฆkay. If you say so.โ€ Rowan pushes her glasses by the bridge up her nose. โ€œSo, will you do it?โ€
โ€œDo you think I should?โ€ You fidget with the zipper to your jacket.
โ€œWell, I was less sure than I was earlier, due to this new information, but I do think it would be nice. Like a trial period. Do you really want to be Pennyโ€™s girlfriend, and all that. She doesnโ€™t have to know.โ€
You grin. Rowan has a knack for looking at problems analytically. โ€œThanks, Row.โ€
โ€œAnytime, Seojung. Now, letโ€™s get back inside. Iโ€™m freezing.โ€
As you troop back to the Hufflepuff Common Room, you notice your shoulders feel lighter. A good talk with your best friend always helps.
That night, as you turn in for bed, you stare up at the ceiling of your canopy. Tomorrow, youโ€™re going to agree to the fake-dating scheme, for Pennyโ€™s sake. You might not be totally sold on the idea, but you have a bad habit of putting other peopleโ€™s needs before your own.
If it makes Penny happy, then it will all be worth it. Fake-dating Penny Haywood and saving the Ball? Honestly, compared to the Cursed Vaults, it seems like a breeze.
Suddenly, the curtains to your bed open. On the other side stands Rowan in her pajamas, sans glasses. โ€œScoot over.โ€
โ€œWhat?โ€
โ€œI could hear you thinking from my bed. Scootch.โ€
You make room for the other girl, who slides in and shuts the curtains again. โ€œNow, goodnight.โ€
โ€œNight, Row.โ€
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weirdcursedvaultkid ยท 9 months
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they seem super close!
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sailorwritesstuff ยท 1 year
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Poly curse breakers would be so cute idc HOW impractical it is.
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In my head: MC, Charlie, Rowan, Penny, Chiara, and like maybe Talbott live in a little place in Romanian. Charlie goes to work at the Dragon reserve and Rowan works at the Romanian equivalent Gringotts. Talbott keeps a job to fill his Time and Chiara is a healer part time it's no st. Mungo's (yet) but she's getting there. And One day a letter comes for Charlie and MC picks it up while he's getting ready in the morning (he always liked the company in the morning and is hopeless in the kitchen so he simply wouldn't eat before work without you there) as he pulling on his heavy work boots he asks mc to read it. They read it over in their head first and a wicked smile plays on their lips. Charlie asks what it is and MC just grins even harder.
"oh you've got to go save your brother." They laugh covering their mouth "Hagrid and those friends of his are going to get him in trouble. Minnie 'll have a heart attack, my love."
"well what is it then?" Charlie frowns tying his hair back.
"a dragon. They've got a baby dragon. 'Names Norbert"
(McGonagall did not catch a break for 14 years straight.)
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Sorry, LoL I tried.((
Don't get me wrong I like the official MC, but I just trying to get in (โ โ—•โ แด—โ โ—•โ โœฟโ ) with my favourite witch Merula hehehe(?
Happy to see the new art style (?) Merula finally show up on the loading screenเผผ ใค โ—•_โ—• เผฝใค๐Ÿ’•
I'm looking forward for the funny weird ad now LOL.
The original one:
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livelaughlovewonderwoman ยท 1 year
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#truth
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mina1007 ยท 1 year
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The first kiss
I came up with the idea for the Bill and Rowan couple on the theme "An Enchanted Kiss" but different story
@hphm-jeniferltheman @krinkitori
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hphm-jeniferltheman ยท 2 years
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Task 2.1: Yule ball
Not actually a task and more of a short break in goblet of fire au by @slytherincursebreaker โฝแต€สฐแตƒโฟแต สธแต’แต˜ แถ แต’สณ แตโฑแต›โฑโฟแต แตแต‰ แตƒ แตสณแต‰แตƒแต— แต‰หฃแถœแต˜หขแต‰ แต—แต’ แตˆสณแตƒสท แต‡แต‰โฟ แตƒโฟแตˆ สฒแต‰โฟโฑ โปสทโปโพ
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Ben wanted to cheer up Jeniferl when he noticed that she'd been acting differently after the 2nd task. So he agreed to be her partner for the event, and they were able to enjoy the night together that he forgot that he's afraid of social gatherings...
Bonus(they're spinning again):
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