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anotherpjofan · 11 months
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I know there's a lot of discourse over which Harry potter house percy belongs to but have we thought about ravenclaw percy? Like is it the best choice? No. But did he fight with the sorting hat to put him there? Absolutely. Why? Cause the house colour is blue and he's a proud mama's boy
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l0vegl0wsinthedark · 1 year
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Omg pls you should write a hot, cocky slytherin Harry one shot 😭
'Hey, Malfoy!'
'Fuck,' Draco said, and walked faster. His stomach did a little swoosh swoosh and a little hoppity hop and that made him scowl so he said, 'Fuck,' again.
'I know you heard me,' said Potter cheerfully falling into step beside him, leaning in to speak quietly into Draco's ear. The hairs on the back of Draco's neck sprang up.
He walked faster still. He was very late and the library would close and Pince would charge him a late fee for Beikoff's Brave Brews - A Venture Into Modern Potion Brewing, and it wouldn't even be a fair fee, honestly, she demanded the most bizarre numbers, the bint.
'Of course I heard you,' Draco said and he did not look at Potter. No, he stared straight ahead and walked with purpose. Maybe even stuck his nose up a bit. 'My ears work just fine.'
'Yeah, not like your eyes.'
'What? My eyes work just fine too.'
'Really, Malfoy, what eighteen year old wears reading glasses?'
'It's hereditary!' Draco said indignantly, stopping and swivelling around to face him. His cheeks felt very hot. 'And look who's talking?! You've been four eyed since you were, what? Six?!'
'I don't need them to read, though,' Potter said, grinning gleefully. He was always grinning. He had such white teeth and he grinned so wide and they shone against his lovely brown skin. His eyes shone too. They were very pretty and they shone. Behind ugly glasses. Aha!
'Your glasses are ugly,' Draco said. 'They're not even very trendy. Did you take them from your grandfather?'
But Draco did not wait for an answer and stomped off with a hmph because Potter was looking at him again. Looking. Like that.
Like he thought Draco was adorable. Like he wanted to touch Draco. To hold him like he were a...a little dormouse or something, and...and kiss him and pet his head and show him off to all his horrid, Slytherin friends.
Like he wanted to swallow Draco whole.
'Malfoy?'
Draco was staring. Again. At Potter. Draco was staring at Potter with his mouth a wee tiny little bit open and his eyes were unfocused and probably glazed over.
Potter's grin was now predatory.
'Lubrication!' Draco blurted out. Practically shouted it. He then had to focus very hard on not fainting.
Potter, his eyes enormous, raised his bushy eyebrows very high.
'Beg pardon?' he asked, voice vibrating with horrible, perverted glee.
'I-- I'm on medications, Potter, I'm very sick!' Draco announced shrilly.
'Oh? What's wrong, Malfoy?'
'It's dryness!' Draco snapped. 'When the eyes aren't-- aren't wet, they get dry.' Absolutely incredible. To think of his IQ. He might as well be a Slytherin. 'And so I'm taking potions. To make them wet.'
Potter wasn't grinning anymore. He was looking at Draco very intently.
'Okay,' Potter said slowly.
'So-- so that's why they were like that, that's why my eyes looked like that just now,' Draco spoke quickly now. He had things to do, books to return, essays to write, other books to read, pillows to scream into.
'Look like what?'
'Glazed over,' Draco said impatiently. 'When the eyes get dry, they look glazed over. Eyes are very delicate, Potter, they need constant lubrication or else they can get, well, dry. Fuck. 'And itchy.' Fuck. 'And so just now when I was staring at you, I mean gazing at you, I mean I was not gazing, not gazing.' Fuck. Oh, fuck. 'I think gazing requires more and very intense looking, like in Astronomy? With stars? Through a telescope.' Astronomical fuck.
Potter's grin was back. It was so...so salacious. And evil. Really, Slytherins were all so terrible and perverted and...so bad. Bad people.
Draco's back hit the wall. What. How why? Well, okay, but only because his knees were shaking and he really, really needed the support.
Potter needed the support too, apparently, because he planted one hand on the wall. Right next to Draco's head.
Draco's eyes darted, without permission, to look at the hand. Wide hand, very big. Hairy knuckles. Bitten nails with dirt under them. So uncouth, honestly. Yuck, bleurgh oh Potter's face was very close.
Draco hugged his book very tightly because he needed comfort he needed strength Potter looked very strong, he was always flying, my god Potter's chest had to be, what, 45 inches wide?
'Malfoy,' Potter purred. He was so repulsive, honestly, whose voice sounds like that, maybe Draco should punch him in the throat. 'Are all you Ravenclaws this cute?'
Maybe Draco would punch him in the throat over his Adam's apple, his neck was really elegant actually, Potter had excellent bone structure.
'I really am curious because you're the only nerd-- er, Ravenclaw I ever look at. I mean, gaze at.'
Potter's dirty, dirty smirk, his other big hand in his pocket, ugh such a reprehensible lack of manners.
'But I can still say that, you are, by far, the cutest nerd-o-claw in the whole damn school,' Potter reached up and touched the tip of Draco's nose. 'Boop,' he said softly.
Potter had touched Draco's face. Just like that. And he had said the word "boop". His chest was definitely at least 38 inches broad, exactly 38, Draco was ready to wager and my god did Potter never get a haircut? How did one read with such masses of hair in one's green eyes all the time.
'But then you know that,' said Potter. 'You've always known that.'
Broad chest, dry eyes, very nice neck, late library book - yes good, a comprehensive list.
'I've been telling you for years,' Potter murmured with a little tilt of his head.
He leaned right in and pressed a kiss to Draco's cheek.
'If only you paid attention, Malfoy,' Potter frowned, but his eyes twinkled, 'Tut tut. Some Ravenclaw.'
Potter shook his head and backed away. Still shaking his head he winked at Draco. Then he walked off, throat bobbing with laughter.
'Later, sweetheart,' he chimed over his shoulder.
Pince was going to drain the Malfoy vaults. It really had to be illegal.
Illegal.
(Part 2)
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simlit · 7 months
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Chosen of the Sun | | forest // fifty-one
| @sani-sims | @rollingsim
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SARAYN: The curse may be removed. Or rather, redirected. KYRIE: Redirected? SARAYN: You desire Taiyo and Tayuin to be free of it. Then, you must choose two others to take their stead. KYRIE: I can’t do that. SARAYN: That is the price one must pay. Blood magic will always take its toll. KYRIE: There has to be another way. SARAYN: Certainly. If you’d like to find and discuss it with aforementioned forest witch— KYRIE: There isn’t time for that! SARAYN: The point stands. If you’d like, I can simply choose at random, then you needn’t worry about who you’ve doomed to death. KYRIE: We can’t… I can’t… SARAYN: Then the scholar and the faerie will die. As simple as that. KYRIE: Give it to me. SARAYN: Hm? KYRIE: If someone must bear it, then let it be me. Just… tell me how long I’ll have. SARAYN: There’s little way to know. A curse like this surely weighs heavily on a human, though, for fae, perhaps its progress is slower. For an elf, who can say? Then again, you are beloved of a god. A chosen champion of the moon. I would be interested to see what a divine being might do when their little pet is put to the test. KYRIE: I wouldn’t hold my breath for some miraculous intervention. SARAYN: Mm, but what choice do we have? KYRIE: None at all. Do it. SARAYN: And you are willing to die for utter strangers? KYRIE: My life has never meant much to anyone outside the trials. It’s my only purpose. And the one person it did matter to… Well, the Moon didn’t protect her, either. Taiyo and Tayuin deserve more than to come and die as political pawns. At least in my case, I already was. EVE: Why Kyrie… KYRIE: Between them and me, I can’t imagine being arrogant enough to choose the latter. EVE: There are more who care for you. More who would love you, if only you had the chance to see it. KYRIE: Maybe so. But what difference does it make? I had little choice. As I’ve always had little choice. If my life were my own, I wouldn’t even be here, now. Just because the trials aren’t forcing bloodshed doesn’t make them any less deadly. I won’t be like all my predecessors turning a blind eye to those who compete. EVE: It just isn’t fair. None of this is right. KYRIE: No. EVE: I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Kyrie.
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expecto-kedavra · 10 months
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Remember when Sebastian said “hopefully the rest of your year isn’t as eventful” on the way to Hogsmeade
LOL OKAY SIR
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swingingthehatchetnow · 4 months
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High key wanna write a wizarding world AU
Because I’d get to do my favorite thing: sorting characters into unconventional houses and arguing why it makes sense
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darkstem · 8 months
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Trying is a milestone. Effort is a milestone. If you feel like you've been trying and trying but just aren't making any progress, you are making progress. Each time you try, that's one less time to try in between you and what you are working towards. If you fail, that's one less time you have to fail in between now and what you're working towards. And that IS progress.
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delcakoo · 1 year
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any hogwarts!enha thoughts to share?? i’m ITCHING to write smthn hogwarts 🤲🤲
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officiallykris · 6 months
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faustinio27 · 8 days
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lupiinist · 16 days
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randomly ranting here but i love the idea that barty was a ravenclaw because just
i live and die for barty and pandora's friendship, like, you can't look at me and tell they're not besties who paint each other's nails, brush each other's hair and help each other brainstorm to use their genius brains for evil thingies
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birlwrites · 5 months
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PANDORA SHOULD HAVE BEEN A PARKINSON
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I think the most unrealistic thing about Harry Potter is Ravenclaw never winning the house cup.
A bunch of introverted people with special interests who prefer to to avoid all the drama? Yessss?
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ravenclawravings · 1 year
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Hey guys! I know it's been a while, and although both Alex and I have no plans to continue this page at the moment, we wanted to give you an update.
Ultimately: We are both still alive and just fine.
However, I do have a favor to ask you guys, if anyone can! I know some of you are super excited for the new HBO HP series, some unsure, and some don't want it at all. I am excited, possibly too excited. I want to know how I can get involved with the show, and am wondering if anyone who still pays attention to this blog knows a guy. I even already wrote a pilot episode because I'm just crazy like that.
It never hurts to ask, right?
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croptopscout · 2 years
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we as a society have evolved past the need of hogwarts houses, now everyone’s gonna be divided by what kind of Witcher you’d be, based specifically on how the houses are written by @inexplicifics in TAWAU
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Anyone here know their Hogwarts house?
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chaoticravenpuff · 5 months
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So.. at what moment do you guys think Sebastian fell head over heels for MC?
Was it when he first saw them at the sorting ceremony?
Was it when they first met in DADA?
Was it when MC kicked his ass in the duel?
I wanna know!
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