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theoldsports · 11 months

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remus lupin x reader. 2k words.

drunk behavior, drinking, smoking, marijuana, mentions of death, vaguely nsfw.

It was cold and wet out. It was usually cold and wet just outside of London, but especially tonight. All there was to be done was read and sit unmovingly still while the rain pattered against the windows agonizingly. Tonight, [Y/N] was immersed in the pages of a muggle novel a friend from home had mailed. An Issac Asimov novel. It was pretty dense. There was a stiff glass of whiskey on the coffee table next to a stack of magazines and some pamphlet she’d been handed on the street.

[Y/N] thoughts kept drifting away from the pages of her book to her plants outside. She would surely have to drain them well after this. What a pain. She had a sip of whiskey. Another sip was sure to follow. On the second sip, she thought about Remus Lupin.

Remus Lupin was beginning to become a problem.

Another thing [Y/N] had stationed on the coffee table was the telephone that few of her friends rung up on. Remus was one of them. And Remus had stopped calling. It wasn’t as if she were counting the days, but it surely had been near a month since Remus last called.

It wasn’t as if he had to call over either. He didn’t most summers they were growing up. But it was different now because the world was different now. It was courtesy to call so you knew who was still alive. His name and jagged, scraggly face hadn’t appeared in any obituaries. [Y/N] was sad to consider that these were the sort of days where you had to check the obituaries.

She wouldn’t have had to check the obituaries if he would call.

Maybe she had done something wrong that made Remus not want to call. There was no particular event she could remember. She couldn’t remember the last time she’s seen him so why recall the last interaction. She downed the rest of the glass of whiskey next to the phone on the coffee table and abandoned the book with it too. There was no focusing now. There was only the steady rain against the windows to serve as a metronome for listing off her own shortcomings.

Ultimately, it wasn’t as if Remus had to call because it wasn’t like he was hers, or something. He was a friend.

But didn’t friends call?

There was a particularly huge crack of thunder. [Y/N] was not a fan of that.

Then there was a pounding knock at the door. The kind of knock one hears before the SWAT team swings in through the windows in films. Every hair on her body stood up.

She thought about the obituaries.

[Y/N] procured her wand and attempted to walk silently towards the door (with a charmed chain and a deadbolt). She leaned into the peephole.

And then undid the chains and deadbolts in a flash.

“RJ?”

Sure enough, Remus John “RJ” Lupin looked back at her, bruised and scabbed more than he normally was.

“Hi. I have to tell you something.” He slurred.

With a wand still extended, [Y/N] still had something to do. “RJ, tell me the last time you called me.”

Remus’s big green eyes widened and rolled back as he tried to remember. The only thing he could think about was how he had promised to call.

But he hadn’t.

His wet hair hung around his eyes, under which bruises were beginning to form and swell. His eyes were clear as the eyes of an intoxicated man could be, though. Remus’s thick Welsh accent always got thicker when he was drinking and he muttered:

“I don’t know, [Y/N]. I last saw you three weeks ago. You smoked with me behind Three Broomsticks. But I’m thinking I was probably supposed to’ve called you at least a week ago, hm?”

[Y/N] lowered her wand. The Three Broomsticks. That was when she last saw the tall boy. How could she have forgotten? He’d leaned over and kissed her right on the mouth between puffs on a joint. And he’d said I’ll call you next week and we can go for drinks. If you’ll have me. “Alright, get in.” So much for memorable.

She grabbed Lupin by his jacket collar and pulled him in. He was a little unsteady on his feet. She helped the man discard his shabby wet coat to the coat rack beside the door. He’d once said it would be a useless purchase. Fuck him. “I thought you died,” she smirked. [Y/N] stepped back to look at him properly.

Aside from his old, alluring scars he hated so much, there was a black eye beginning to form, a split lip, and a handprint on his neck. That was just what was visible. Merlin…

“You look—“

“Ah, ah. You should see the other guy.”

She hit him hard on the arm. Remus winced with an ‘oi, watch it.’

“‘The bloody hell happened to you, RJ?”

There was a second of silence. “Uh. You did, sort of. But listen, I have to—.”

“Me?”

She had been assuming this was something he’d done to himself, out of his own control as always. But he wouldn’t normally show up on her doorstep after a full moon gone awry. She didn’t think it had even been a full moon.

“I mean. It was my fault. You didn’t do anything. I did. Obviously,” Remus sighed. “Jeez. Fuck me, do you mind if I smoke in ‘ere?”

“‘Course not,” [Y/N] moved toward the kitchen counter and pulled herself up on it. “You can have a smoke after you come over here and let me clean you off. Rem, really.”

Remus already had a cigarette halfway out of the pack and his shirt sleeves rolled up. He rolled his eyes, but left the pack on the counter as he limped over. Remus look like he hurt everywhere. The state of his sleeves revealed some unfortunate bruising on his knuckles and hands. His dirty boots lead him across the carpet to the tile of the flat kitchenette where [Y/N] sat. His eyes were ringed red, but his brow still seemed determined.

“So you got into a fight the muggle way with some bloke? You went to a muggle bar or something?”

Remus couldn’t meet [Y/N]’s eyes while she soaked a rag in warm tapwater and started cleaning off his cuts and nicks.

“I went to the Leaky Cauldron with James. We just wanted a few drinks. I promised I’d speak with him about… But I also wanted to ask him his opinion on… But, shit, see, I—“

“You smoke a lot tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“You can barely string a sentence together. You’re getting muck on my tile. You smell like pot.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it, sweetheart.” He took a step closer and pressed his thighs on the counter that separated them.

[Y/N] lowered the rag. This was more unusual still. Remus wasn’t a particularly direct person. And he didn’t do petnames. He only acted in a vaguely meaningful way when he was stoned. And when sunrise came, he would clam up and dodge phone calls again. Remus would be gone in a cloud of cigarette smoke before [Y/N] even woke up.

“What’s your problem, Remus,” she said. Remus raised an eyebrow. She only ever called him RJ, really. “You’re my best friend, you like me, you ignore me and then you show up at,” she glanced at her watch. “Almost one in the morning so I can patch you up because you got into a scuffle with some guy that doesn’t like Velvet Underground, or because Sirius needed backup. Or what. I can’t keep doing this.”

Remus sighed and put his hands on either side of her on the counter. He dropped the act as he leaned his battered body back and away from [Y/N]. “Remember Rosier?”

“Yeah, obviously.”

“He was at the Cauldron tonight. And I was talking about how the fuck I’m supposed to try to land you, and Rosier… He comes over to me and James. He wouldn’t shut up about you. Your looks, blood-status, your… body,” Remus lifted his gaze to meet [Y/N]’s. Carnal. “I couldn’t take it. I wanted to murder him.”

[Y/N] halved a smirk and lifted the rag to his face again. “I’m sure you did.” She said has he pushed her hand away.

“[Y/N], I’m not going to just sit there and let some posh tosser talk about the girl I’ve wanted since I was fifteen. I just… I felt like I blacked out and then Prongs was pulling me off and… And I walked here.”

“You’re crossed. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Would you fuckin’ listen to me!” Remus shouted. “Stop deflecting. I’m the one that deflects. Please. I’m tryna tell you that I met up with my childhood best mate because I wanted to ask him for some help. Because I’ve been trying to figure out how to take you out for years and I get too scared, or too stoned, or in my head or not enough. Whatever. Please. I’m talking too much.”

[Y/N] eyebrows furrowed with uncertainty. “Please what, RJ?”

“Please let me kiss you proper.”

“And then what?”

“I…”

[Y/N] sighed. Remus always put up this front of emotionlessness. Cool and breezy. He was the unreadable one in his miserable band of brothers in school and he still was. “I’m sorry, lemme just patch you up and you can take the floo.”

“No. Let me stay here. And let me keep coming back. And… and I dunno, let me take care of you. Take you to the cinema. And buy you tickets to the Spinning Goblins show you were talking about. Listen to you complain about that asshole from the shop. Oh, and go to work parties with you. And, like, share an ashtray with you. All the normal stuff. I’ve wanted that since I was a kid. Don’t make me wait any longer. It’s my own fault I’ve waited so long. If you’ll have me.”

“Will you be here when I wake up? Or are you just gonna keep dodging me?”

Remus blinked. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Then kiss me proper.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” [Y/N] rolled her eyes and grabbed Remus’s shirt collar that peered out from underneath his jumper and pulled his lips onto her own. He was damp and tasted strongly of cigarettes, marijuana and the pints and firewhiskey he’d downed. But the smell of his shampoo and parchment lingered. He always smelled of old parchment and his fingers were always stained with ink. [Y/N] had always wondered what he was writing all the time.

Those same bruised and ink-stained fingers came around the back of [Y/N] neck to tangle in her hair, holding her impossibly tighter. Remus’s grip was vice-like and permanent. His mouth was pressed against hers so completely that they would be one person if he were any closer. He wanted to prove how badly he wanted this and that he wasn’t going anywhere.

“‘Want you.” He muttered against the lips that were growing to be as bruised as his.

“Why, Mr. Lupin...”

Remus kissed down her neck desperately slow. “No, shut it. Not even like… I just… want you. All of you,” he murmured between kisses. “I want you to be mine. Or the other way ‘round. For real.”

[Y/N] let out a moan as his lips met her collarbone. Her fingers slid down his spine. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes. You want me to say it again?”

“Yes.” She felt the word vibrate against her chest.

“YES.”

“Thank fuck for that.”

As Remus kissed his way across the plane of her chest back to her mouth, she stopped him before one last kiss. “Come on, dry clothes and a smoke. Then bed. We’ve got a long day tomorrow?”

“That so?”

[Y/N] laughed. Merlin, he loved that sound. Clear as church bells with a gentle wheeze. “Yes.”

“What’s on the agenda?” He smiled dumbly.

“Making up for lost time, stupid… Just… Say yes.”

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lixzey · 6 months

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Head Over Heels

something happens and i'm head over heels.

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remus lupin x oc

remus lupin x eloise clark

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81buttons · 1 month

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Our divine idylle

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐈

Mauders Era! Remus Lupin x OC

you can also find this fanfic in french on my wattpad

masterlist ‘Our divine idylle’

summary: The sound of footsteps, soft words from parents, a few tears from mothers and children, the train ready to leave - this is the normal atmosphere of a new school year. Like every Hogwarts students, they met for the first time in the train, but little did they know at the time that from that moment on they would never let go of each other… Lucy Gilmore, come from a large and noble pure-blood family, and has just started her first year at Hogwarts. It was simple, she had to get on the train, sit next to the other children from pure-blood families, pray to get into Slytherin, make her parents proud, finish her studies, find herself a good husband, have male heirs and play the perfect wife for the rest of her life… That was plan A, but she didn't want to follow it and literally threw it away. She loves reading, playing Quidditch and playing pranks on the Slytherins. She's determined to go against her family and enjoy her life at Hogwarts with her friends. However, she never thought anything would happen to disrupt her 'plan B'. From practical jokes to shaky plans of attack and dubious outings to Honeydukes, follow the adventures of our favourite Hogwarts gang.

September 1971

The train had just left, and after saying goodbye to his parents, he felt alone. He had been so looking forward to discovering Hogwarts, he had been counting the days until the start of the school year and had gone to buy his textbooks before anyone else, but today he was afraid, very afraid. He had dreamt of this day for a long time, but when he came face to face with reality, he realised that it wasn't so easy to reach out to others, especially himself. Remus was a werewolf, a monster, he was bitten at the age of 4 and since then his life has never been normal. Of course he wasn't going to tell anyone, it was hard enough to make friends, but if he had to tell them that every month he turned into a wild beast…

But for once the universe took pity on him and he managed to find a seat in an empty carriage. He took out his book and the sandwich his mum had made for him. He felt more comfortable away from all the noise and excited children. Just as he had finished his first page, the carriage door opened (perhaps the universe wasn't so generous after all). He didn't look up, out of embarrassment, it didn't matter if he came across as rude, he didn't dare look at the person who had just entered.

If he knew, if he knew at that moment, that precise moment that this person was going to change the rest of his life.

If he had lifted his head he would have seen two intense blue eyes, so blue and so deep you could have lost yourself. These two jewels were surrounded by a cascade of golden locks that sparkled in the sunlight.

If he had lifted his head, he would have seen a smile that was both reassuring and laughing.

If he had dared to lift his head, he would have seen HER.

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I hope you enjoyed it, I'll try to publish it as soon as I have time. All the characters belong to J. K. Rowling, I only own the character of Lucy and her family, the Gilmores. I apologise for any spelling mistakes in the book and remind you that English is not my first language, feel free to comment

I'll be posting information about the characters in the story soon.

Please note that I do not wish any violent or disrespectful comments towards other users or myself. byye

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astersplace · 1 year

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remus lupin x reader

Remus felt a slight, sudden pressure on his shoulder. She had rested her head there, and was nearly falling asleep. Her eyes slowly closed, and he just watched. As her face relaxed, she settled closer to him. Their shoulders touched, and Remus swore he was going to cry. He felt like he would explode if his heart tried to beat any faster. Her face looked so soft and kind, and he wanted nothing more in that moment than to wrap her up in a blanket and fall asleep with her. Even knowing his lycanthropy, she had no fear curling up at his side and falling asleep. She trusted him, and he wouldn't let her regret that. Giving her a soft kiss on the forehead, he lifted her up and laid her head so her neck wasn't bent at an awkward angle, and hummed happily. He was calm.

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lyra-kane-the-queen-of-hearts · 15 days

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So close to writing a Remus/OC story friends to lovers story but in the beginning OC isn't with Remus or even thinking about Remus. She's with Sirius and their so happy until Sirius cheats on her with Mary (I love you girl but my options were your blonde gay bestfriend and Marlene is very much gay in this one) and then Sirius also betrays Remus in the prank and then when they both aren't talking to Sirius they spend more time together and end up dating.

Idk thoughts?

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damn-daemon · 8 months

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A Witch of No Importance Main Characters

Aquila Black The main protagonist of AWONI, Aquila is the twin of Sirius. Her story begins after the fallout of his disownment, and the consequences she faces for not joining him. Having an innate talent for spell-casting, Aquila is Orion's favorite child, which often brings her into conflict with her mother, Walburga, who would prefer to see Regulus in that coveted position. She considers herself "neutral" when it comes to the brewing conflict, but after Dumbledore recruits her in his investigation, she comes to realize she's always been on a side, and it hasn't been the right one.

Lauretta Buckling Friend of Aquila, Lauretta is the definitive Ravenclaw. Her nose in a book more often than not, Lauretta is top of her class in everything (save for that rubbish Divination). She has read through books far beyond the skillset of students in their year, and owns copies in several languages. While she appears apathetic with an air of superiority, she cares deeply for her friends, and won't hesitate to put someone in their place should they cross a line. After Hogwarts, she would become a world-renowned Curse-Breaker.

Marlow Barkley Three years younger than Aquila, Marlow is a third-year Hufflepuff with a penchant for starting chaos wherever she goes. She is also the official Hogwarts Quidditch commentator, known for her flair and occasional bias. After graduating, she would join the Order of the Phoenix before moving on to The Daily Prophet. She struggles with the aftermath of the war, and the blame she places on Dumbledore for everything falling apart in her life. She is the story's "interlude" character, helping transition between parts, before her subplot intersects with the main story.

Hattie Yates Another friend of Aquila's and a fellow Slytherin, Hattie only ever has one thing on her mind: Quidditch. An infamous Beater for the Slytherin team, there hasn't been a match that ended without at least one unconscious opponent since her third year. This has given her a bit of a god-complex on the pitch, but the student body has embraced it. Outside matches, Hattie is a ball of energy with no filter and not a care in the world. After Hogwarts, she would join the Falmouth Falcons, where her talents continued to garner attention.

Owen Ossett Head Boy during Aquila's sixth year, Owen is a serious and determined Ravenclaw. If it involves fun, expect Owen to not be present, or so his fellow students say. Coming from a long line of Aurors, Owen was expected to join their ranks. He, too, would join the Order, and suffer from violent episodes long after the war's end. When Aquila successfully frees Sirius from Azkaban, Owen leads the hunt to bring him back, bringing him to the point of obsession.

William Alabaster Ignatius Fiddlewood A Muggle-born several years older than the others, William is an Auror. At least, on paper he is. Due to what many consider to be a "lowborn" status, William has been denied promotion or any sort of activity in the field, despite the fact he excels in anything he gets his hands on. Quiet and unassuming, the Ministry suspects nothing of him even when he's helping Aquila behind their backs.

Sirius Black When they were ten, Sirius and Aquila made a pact to leave home together. When that day finally came during the summer before sixth year, Sirius thought Aquila would honor it. Instead, his sister chose their family, and he can't bring himself to forgive her for it, or even hear her out. What would follow were years of assuming the worst of his sister, which comes to a head during the war when he sees her working for the other side. He never would expect her to rescue him, or to see how wrong he had been the entire time...

Remus Lupin After Sirius left home, a letter from Remus made it to Aquila's possession. What followed was a summer's worth of correspondence, with Remus being the understanding listener that Aquila had needed from her brother. When Remus and Aquila return to Hogwarts, they come to realize those letters meant more to one another than they had imagined, and the ill-fated love affair that would follow would shake the foundations of the Wizarding World.

#a witch of no importance #aquila black #marauders era fanfiction #marauders era oc #remus x oc #probably the most complicated fic i've made to date #help #yes i pulled in some old ocs #they were collecting dust #ben barnes will always be Sirius to me #also he and Aquila actually look related #Remus fancasts never impress me #the closest to Remus in my head is Westley #so I gave him the role lol

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fairydr3ams · 13 days

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Marauders OC — Esther Lacroix

❛𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝒉𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒

𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝒉𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝐼𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝒉𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑒❜

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☾︎⋆͙̈𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕's oc☆˚ ~ Don't steal or copy

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⋆⭒˚.⋆NAME

☞ Esther

The name Esther is the natural continuation of the Hebrew אֶסְתֵר Ester, the protagonist of the eponymous book of the Old Testament. According to the book, Esther was a young Jewish woman named Hadassah, which means "myrtle" in Hebrew. The name Esther was imposed on her when she entered the harem of King Ahasuerus. A Targum of the Jewish tradition explains that she was more beautiful than the "star of the night".

In Hebrew, Esther means "I will hide myself". In the Bible, Esther hides her Jewish identity until the moment she must ask the king to save the Jews from the imminent massacre ordered by Haman.

Many studies have also found a connection between this name and that of the Babylonian deity Ishtar, the goddess associated with the planet Venus. Ishtar or Ištar is known in the Jewish community as Ashtoret, whose etymology is still unknown.

Another hypothesis about the origin of this name associates Esther with the Persian term sitareh, which means "star". In this case, it would have the same meaning as the names Stella, Astro, and Tara.

The girl's parents did not choose this name on a whim; the choice is due to the main meaning of the name. Esther means "star," a celestial body that shines with its own light, because it is made of incandescent matter. The name was chosen because the girl represents, in the eyes of her parents, the light of their family, a unique light given to her by nature itself, which also enhances not only Esther but also her family and lineage.

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ LAST NAME

☞ Lacroix

A very ancient family that adopted its coat of arms before the 13th century. It is found in different epochs and in different locations. This family is recorded in the "Armorial Général," which demonstrates that previously and even now it is distinguished by its undeniable valor; nobility is also evidenced through documents passed down through generations over time.

As you can well understand, the girl's family is a fairly wealthy family that has not had any economic problems of any kind for centuries. The members of the Lacroix family have always been very close-knit, and that is unlikely to change. Follow the family's rules, and you will always be helped and respected, both by its members and by most people. Among family members, there has never been a very strong bond of genuine love; what keeps the family very united is mainly belonging to the same lineage of wizards for centuries; the same magical blood runs in their veins. It would be dishonorable for the family to hate each other.

Furthermore, as you may have guessed from the surname, Esther's family comes from France. Some of her relatives stayed there while the other part went to live in the United Kingdom.

⋆⭒˚.⋆BLOOD STATUS

☞ Pure-blood

As mentioned earlier, Esther's blood status is pure-blood. The term Pure-blood is used by wizards and witches to indicate a member of the magical community in whose veins flows exclusively magical blood because there are no ancestors with non-magical lineage. Some Pure-blood families can trace their status back many generations, denying ever having Muggle relatives, such as the House of Black. But, just as there were never exclusively Pure-blood families in the past, there are none in the present either. They have simply erased Muggle and magical from their family trees. Those who consider blood purity so important usually hide Muggle ancestors, clinging tightly to magical inheritances.

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⋆⭒˚.⋆HOUSE

☞ Gryffindor

Gryffindor is one of the four Houses of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It is named after its founder, Godric Gryffindor, one of the four founders of Hogwarts. Gryffindor instructed the Sorting Hat to choose students who possessed what he considered to be the noblest qualities such as courage, kindness, and determination. The house symbol is a lion, and its colors are gold and scarlet. The house ghost is Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington, also known as "Nearly Headless Nick".

Gryffindors are brave and noble of heart. They love to uphold justice and seek out challenges, which often leads them into trouble. They are also known for their loyalty, courtesy, and respect.

The Lacroixes who have attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry have always been sorted into Slytherin (except for one of Esther's aunts who was sorted into Ravenclaw and a few other ancestors sorted into Gryffindor), so you can imagine the disappointment of Esther's parents when they found out that their beloved daughter was a Gryffindor.

At eleven years old, Esther was still somewhat impressionable, so when she was sorted, she was initially angry with herself for disappointing her parents. However, she soon realized that the Sorting Hat had made the right choice. Why? Because Esther felt at home with the Gryffindors, she felt good, she felt comfortable, and moreover, she had also met a lot of nice people.

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⋆⭒˚.⋆AGE

☞ September 22nd 1960

Esther was born on September 22, 1960, so her zodiac sign is Libra.

The Libra sign is one of the cardinal signs linked to the equinoxes and solstices and is in full equinox in autumn. It is an air sign in which mental stimulation prevails over emotions and the practical side of life. It literally marks a demarcation on the path of the seasons' evolution, a necessary passage to enter winter, a period of hibernation, calm, and peace.

Those born under the sign of Libra have a specific purpose in life: to bring peace, create balance and harmony by offering their help impartially without seeking anything in return and without prejudice. They dislike chaos and disorder, love art, especially the beautiful and elegant kind. Those born under the sign of Libra are very discreet but like to be appreciated and attract admiring glances. Despite their amiable appearance, always smiling...making a Libra angry is like throwing gasoline on a fire.

Esther's behavior often reflects many of the same characteristics of Libras, although there are differences.

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ FACECLAIM

☞ Alice Pagani

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ PERSONALITY

☞ calm, passionate, ambivert...

Esther is reserved but she isn't afraid to stand up for her values when it is something that she cares deeply about.

She is humble, receptive, and trusting. She places a strong emphasis on maintaining harmony and avoiding conflict.

She can be very versatile and is often seen as easy-going. Supportive and accepting, her presence is often found calming by others.

Another aspect of the girl's character is her simplicity. By "simplicity," it means that Esther doesn't need much to have a good time or be happy. It's a side of her character that hasn't changed much over the years. Give her a book, let her play music, let her spend time with friends, or lie on the grass to admire the sky, and Esther will be the happiest girl in the world. In short, simple activities that she greatly appreciates.

One aspect of Esther's character that has changed over the years, however, is her self-confidence and discretion. Esther is not 100% extroverted, but she has made progress since her first year at Hogwarts, that's for sure. She's not the type of person who tends to seek attention or the type of person who is shameless, and she probably never will be. Let's say she knows how to be discreet just right. She's no longer as shy as before; if she has something to say, she says it without hesitation, and if she wants to talk to people she doesn't know, well, often it's the same thing. Despite her calm aura, when she's with her friends, she knows how to have fun. She never does extreme or reckless things, but if there's a prank to be played, for example, she almost never refuses.

Now, let's move on to Esther's flaws, because yes, no one is perfect. One of her flaws is having difficulty admitting her own mistakes or simply admitting on being wrong. Obviously, if the situation gets out of hand or if guilt overwhelms her (which happens most of the time), she apologizes. She doesn't like to argue, that's for sure, but if she gets angry, she does it properly. Especially because she has a lot of pent-up anger somehow.

An issue with Esther is that she doesn't talk much about her problems or feelings. If she does, she uses sarcasm, which doesn't help people understand whether she's feeling well or not. Often, Esther keeps everything inside. She doesn't want to bother people with her moods and problems. On the other hand, she avoids the topic because, most of the time, she does not know why she feels a certain way and doesn't know how to express what she's feeling. Besides, her pride prevents her for showing herself in a position of relative weaknesses (aka, exposing her feelings gives her the same symptoms as someone who's about to throw up).

Esther has another aspect of her character that can be seen, at the same time, in both positive and negative ways. The girl could do anything to protect the people she cares about, especially her friends. What's negative about it? The fact that by "anything," it means both right and wrong things.

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ BACKSTORY

❝𝑊𝒉𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝐾𝑖𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑟𝑦 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑔𝒉𝑡 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝐼𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛❞

As a child, Esther was always a lively person, enjoying simple pleasures and appreciating the little things, in short, a normal child who dreamed of a world full of kindness and flowers, where one could have fun and live in peace. You might think she was naive, but after all, she was just a simple child who was unaware of all the violence that existed and still exists in both the magical and Muggle worlds.

As she grew up, she slowly began to realize that the world wasn't such a perfect place after all, but rather, it had many imperfections; imperfections caused by both wizards and Muggles, who sometimes let themselves be carried away by hatred, envy, anger, and who all too often made irreparable mistakes...

The upbringing she received from her parents was very strict. They made her understand what was right and what was wrong according to them and their values and all that without any delicacy: "Behave this way"; "Don't do this anymore"; "Don't let others walk all over you, instead, walk over them"; "If it's not perfect, it's not good enough."; "Perfection is required, not asked".

These were phrases they repeated to her constantly.

Despite this, Esther was okay with it at first. It seemed almost normal to her, or at least, her parents made it seem that way. They love her, that's not the problem, but they're not the typical parents who say "just try, if you fail it's okay, there's always next time," or "don't worry, we're here if you need us," but rather, they're the type of parents who educate you to be perfect in every way, no failures, etc. They demand perfection and adherence to rules.

Her parents love her in their own way, and Esther knows this; that was enough for her at first, but now she realizes that the love her parents have for her is suffocating. Toxic because they leave her no choice; toxic because slapping her is the easiest option to show her they disagree with her behavior and choices. Toxic also because Esther loves her parents and wants them to be proud of her; toxic because Esther finds it extremely difficult to distance herself from her family even if it's for her own good.

❝𝑊𝒉𝑒𝑛 𝐼'𝑚 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝐼'𝑚 𝒉𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑊𝑖𝑠𝒉 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝒉 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒❞

She can't distance herself from them permanently, and that's why, to at least get away for a while, the girl often spent hours in the large garden of the mansion where she still lives. She doesn't do anything particular; she just stays there with her wolfhound dog, Argo, looking at the sky, having fun with him, writing, and drawing. This is one of the things that hasn't changed in Esther's life; she still does it, finding it relaxing, as if it were a little journey back to her childhood where her childlike eyes didn't see the complexity of the world and still had everything to discover.

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ CURIOSITIES

◈Perfection

As mentioned earlier, the girl was raised to settle only for perfection, not for mediocrity, not for satisfactory, but only for perfection. She was taught that everything she does must be flawless; if she doesn't do something well, she must try and try again until she feels she has achieved her goal. This mindset is part of the girl's routine, especially in the academic aspect when it comes to grades. She must not settle for a satisfactory grade but must always aim for the best.

◈Music

Esther knows how to play the piano; she started when she was a child. The choice was made by her father, who thought that being able to play an instrument was, after all, a necessary richness.

Playing an instrument is one of the few decisions made by her parents that the girl has liked. Playing allows her to release her emotions through music rather than words, which makes everything simpler.

◈Pets

The girl has always lived with animals, whether it's owls, owlets, dogs, cats, etc. It goes without saying that Esther would be willing to die for her animals.

At school, she brought her owl, Zeus, who keeps her company and brings her letters from her family (not that they write much, of course; most of the time it's just to get news).

Initially, Esther wanted to bring her dog Argo with her, but even though he's a very calm and obedient dog, the only problem is his size. Unfortunately, he's not a small dog, and with much regret, she had to leave him at home with her parents, who aren't that present since they both work at the Ministry.

◈Family

Esther is starting to grow tired of her family, unfortunately. She can't distance herself from them permanently, but she's trying one step at a time. First with Quidditch, then with friends her parents don't approve of and, the night before the start of her final year at school, by cutting her hair.

◈ Books

Esther and books are a love story that will never end. She loves reading; it's a way to escape from reality, and she adores it.

◈Bilingual

As mentioned earlier, Esther's family is French. Growing up, Esther's parents spoke to her in both French and English, so the young Gryffindor can speak both languages.

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ QUIDDITCH

☞ Chaser

Chaser is one of the positions in Quidditch. The Chasers throw the Quaffle to each other and try and get it through one of the hoops to score a goal.

The choice to play Quidditch was one of the first things decided exclusively by Esther. She loves Quidditch and could spend hours on her broomstick. For her, this is also a way to escape from reality and problems. Flying gives her a sense of freedom, and playing Quidditch allows her to have fun. She is an excellent chaser, especially because she trains a lot.

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ PET

As a pet, Esther brought her owl, Zeus. He is a calm, haughty, and very friendly animal (with her at least). He is quite wary of other people, not because he is afraid, but only because for him, his owner is Esther and no one else.

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⋆⭒˚.⋆WAND

Wood: Alder.

Alder wood is inflexible; however, the ideal owner of a wand made from this material is often not stubborn and obstinate but rather helpful, respectful, and very likable. While most wand woods seek an affinity with the character of the one who will serve them best, alder is an exception because it seems to be attracted to a nature that, if not opposite to its own, is certainly very different. When an alder wand is successfully matched, it becomes a wonderful and loyal companion. Among all wands, this one is most suitable for non-verbal spells: hence the reputation for being suitable only for witches and wizards of higher level.

Length: 12 1/2 inches.

Many wand makers match the length of the wand to the height of the wizard or witch, but it is an approximate meter that does not take into account other important considerations. Indeed, while longer wands may be suitable for tall wizards, they are attracted to people with a strong personality and those who practice a grand and dramatic style of magic, just as shorter wands choose those with some lack of personality rather than those who are shorter than average. Well-proportioned wands, on the other hand, favor elegant and refined spells.

Core: Dragon heartstring.

Generally, dragon heartstring cores produce the most powerful wands and the most spectacular spells. Dragon wands learn faster than other types. Although they may change allegiance if the new owner wins them in battle, they always form very strong bonds with the original owner. They are the easiest wands to convert to the Dark Arts, although they are not inclined to do so spontaneously. Dragon heartstring cores also represent the core most prone to accidents, due to their volatile nature.

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⋆⭒˚.⋆BOGGART

A Boggart is a magical creature that can take on the form of whatever the approaching wizard fears most. No one knows what a Boggart looks like when it is alone. It is also a non-being. Feeding on the fears of its victims, Boggarts fear laughter; therefore, the most effective weapon against them is the Riddikulus spell, which transforms the Boggart into something amusing. Company can be useful against a Boggart because, hearing different fears, the shape-shifter cannot decide which form to take. Third-year students learn how to deal with a Boggart in their Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Esther has a moderate fear of the dark, bees, needles... These are common fears, but ones she can perfectly live with. However, her main fear is to disappoint her parents and friends. Esther's Boggart is the people she cares about the most, telling her she hasn't done enough for them, that they're disappointed in her, that they want nothing to do with her anymore. Esther's fear is not only to disappoint these people, but also not being able to help or save them.

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ PATRONUS

☞ Fox

Esther is capable of producing a full Patronus. Of course, this achievement was reached after training several times. She loves perfection after all. You may also wonder what her memory was that allowed her to produce a Patronus... it might seem trivial, but her happy memory is simply her as a child playing with her dog in the large garden of her family's mansion. A simple memory, but one that symbolizes a lot of happiness, a feeling of carefreeness, and unique freedom for her.

The girl's Patronus is a fox. The fox has always been recognized as a cunning animal that sneaks into henhouses to kill chickens, nourishing only on their brains, but this seems to apply more to the mustelids than to the fox. However, it represents cunningness used for personal purposes to defend one's life or will, especially if used negatively and selfishly. The fox stealthily hides from the hunter's eyes, blending in with the environment. Its physical agility and speed have symbolically represented the quick thinking of clever and astute people who know how to take advantage of ideal situations to fulfill their desires without others noticing.

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ OPINIONS

In 1977, the wizarding world is in the midst of a magical war. The Ministry of Magic is under attack by Voldemort and his followers, and fear is an emotion that almost everyone begins to feel.

The one who must not be named is behind this war. Rising to power during the 1970s, Voldemort has managed to gather many followers, most of whom (if not all) come from Pureblood families influenced by Voldemort's ideas, namely, the return to a "clean" magical community, not tainted by the presence of Muggle-borns or Half-bloods.

What does Esther think of all this?

It's quite simple: it annoys her. She can't understand why there are people who agree with what Voldemort says. She can't fathom how someone could be so morally decaying as to think they're better than someone else simply because of having "pure" blood while others do not.

Fear is the most difficult emotion to handle. Pain can be cried out, anger can be shouted, but fear silently grips the heart and doesn't easily let go. People change with fear; they can do foolish things. Perhaps people become followers of this dark wizard out of sheer fear or simply because they share his ideas.

On the other hand, Esther must acknowledge that she is also worried about what is happening. She fears for her friends, for the possibility that Voldemort might win this war, but she's also concerned because she knows it's only a matter of time before her family gets involved in all of this (and not on the right side).

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Just knowing Esther's opinions on the situation reveals where she stands. As you may have gathered, the girl would rather be run over by the hogwarts express than be on Voldemort's side. Esther's ideas are not compatible with those of Voldemort and his followers and never will be. Will they?

The problem that arises for the girl, however, is primarily that of her family. If her family were to side with the Dark Lord, what will Esther do? Will she be forced to join them too? She doesn't want to and will never join if she can help it, so a solution has been brewing in the young girl's mind for a while now: leaving home. How? She doesn't know. She wouldn't want to put her friends in danger by running to their homes, and besides, she doesn't want to leave her dog with her family, that's for sure. She hadn't talked to anyone about it until the first day of school. She woke up early in the morning and, before catching the train, sent a letter to her aunt about it. She'll find a solution, or at least try. It's better to get away from potential danger before it's too late.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ RELATIONSHIPS

As mentioned earlier, Esther is no longer as shy as she used to be, so she has no difficulty making new friends. When you get to know her well, you realize she's a bit different from when you first met her, obviously not in a negative sense, on the contrary. When Esther is comfortable with people, she's much more spontaneous in her words and actions, she allows herself to express her opinions and feelings and she allows herself to relax for once in a while.

As for the "romantic" aspect of relationships, it's a more complicated matter for the girl. First, she's read too many books and seen too many movies, so her standards are so high that she doesn't even understand them. She's aware it's ridiculous, of course. Second, when it comes to flirting or similar things, Esther becomes clueless. Let me explain with an example. If someone flirts seriously with her, Esther doesn't get it. She's not doing it on purpose, poor thing; it's just her brain that can't process that information. Third detail. Esther has never had a boyfriend because when she likes someone, that person doesn't feel the same way. When someone likes Esther, it's never someone she likes, which is quite irritating and sad at the same time. One thing you can be sure of, though, is that when Esther loves, she does it with her whole being. Body, soul, thoughts, gestures...

◈ Friendships

☞James Potter

Since they're both on the Quidditch team, Esther and James have been friends for years. They knew each other even before joining the team, of course, but playing together has strengthened their friendship. Esther is relatively more serious and calm than James, but it must be admitted that her friendship with him has changed her a bit, especially regarding her shyness. Needless to say, James is outgoing. Esther wasn't, but James has helped her open up more to others. They spend a lot of time together, even now, which is why Esther has "adapted" to her best friend's outgoing nature. Thanks to James, Esther has also been able to meet Remus and Sirius, two people she cares deeply about.

☞ Remus Lupin

Remus and Esther are quite similar in some respects, so they agree on almost everything, spend a lot of time together, borrow books from each other... Esther is very comfortable with both Remus and the other Marauders; they all know each other quite well. With Remus she could spend hours simply staying in silence and relaxing, his presence comforting her as much as it comforts him.

☞ Sirius Black

How can one be friends with James and not be friends with Sirius Black? It's impossible. Those two are like brothers; if you're friends with one of them, you're friends with the other.

Sirius is a flirt, everybody knows, and Esther finds his behaviour in general rather funny. The two are always playfully bickering, exchanging sarcastic comments, just genuinely enjoying their friendship.

The thing that strengthens their relationship however, is also the fact that they have a few things that are similar in their upbringing and they both know that, if one of them needs to talk, the other will always be there to listen, because, in the end, who can understand them better than they do one another?

If we sum up, we can say that the moment she set a foot in the train to start her first year at Hogwarts, was the moment she met these troublemakers and the moment they all became inseparable ever since somehow.

☞ Marlene McKinnon

Esther and Marlene are the classic best friends you can see in movies and read about in books. In some respects, they're opposites; for example, one is blonde, the other is brunette; one is always full of energy, the other is calmer, more chill... Despite these small differences, Esther and Marlene are very close, both from mutual affection and the secrets they share

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◈ Family

☞Mother

Claire Lacroix (née Fournier)

☞Father

Thomas Lacroix

☞Aunt

Mary Lacroix

As mentioned earlier, everyone in Esther's family ended up in Slytherin except for some ancestors and her aunt. Mary Lacroix is the aunt in question who was sorted into Ravenclaw. She is the younger sister of Esther's father. She's somewhat the black sheep of the family because she's always been rebellious and has never respected the "ridiculous" traditions imposed by her parents; moreover, she is the only one who distanced herself fully from everything relating to her family. She moved to London as soon as she turned 18 and now works at the Ministry as well. She's a bit of the stereotypical rich, single, young aunt. She hardly ever talks to her family; the only occasions they see each other are family dinners and parties (like Christmas or some birthdays - and it's even rare to see her in such events because either she wasn't invited or simply refused to come).

☞Grandpa

Jean Lacroix

☞Grandma

Sybil Lacroix (née Grantham)

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juyius · 2 years

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Dating Remus Lupin pt. 2

Part one here

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moonysbxtch0 · 1 year

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•Starboy•

Professor Remus x Student reader

Part I: The tyrant

McGonagall's desk was always an organized mess that never failed to amaze you. Stacks of papers, folders ,books , pencil holders, the small frame of a photo that you recognised to be younger McGonagall and a few other people ,her computer,were always so neatly organized that you had never,ever since you started university,seen the small objects be placed in a messy way. You had already explained what you needed from her and in a matter of seconds she did her thing and pulled your file from her drawer,as if she already had memorised where she had put it.

She opened the file,poked her chin with her index finger as she roamed her eyes over the file, flipping the pages in a silence that was making you feel anxious." My dear ,it looks like the classes that you asked for are not filled yet so that won't be an issue."

You finally let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Your body immediately relaxed and it felt as if someone took a weight off your shoulders. Being a med student,your semesters were pretty much set in stone. You smiled at the learned info and moved your eyes from the file on McGonagall's hands to her eyes.

"I'm so relieved to her that-"

"Unfortunately dear , I'm afraid that you can't take classes with professor Dumbledore anymore." McGonagall stared you from under her glasses.What the hell ?! What had happened to professor Dumbledore?

"Did something happen to my uncle?"

You asked. You hadn't been in touch with him for a while.Him and your dad hadn't talked in years. You had learned from your mother that they hadn't spoke to each other ever since your aunt, Ariana ,died tragically in a car accident. Your dad had been the one to drive the car while, uncle Albus had been on the backseat. They had started arguing over something and the next thing they knew the car crashed.

Your aunt lost her life ,your uncle ended up with a conclusion and a broken arm while your father broke his ribs and hurt his neck badly. They both blamed eachother for it and never forgave themselves for what happened. Your father had strictly prohibited you from talking to uncle Dumbledore but you had been talking to him secretly. You two got along well ,he treated you to sweets once in a while in order to catch up with you and gave you useful advices for your future. He was the one who told you to take the Bio Chem class.

"He retired this past semester. This fall the only Bio Chem class that's offered is with professor Lupin. Taking a look here-" she pointed at your file with her hand" It can still work with your other classes."

She started doing her thing and the sound of the keyboard buttons being clicked was making you feel anxious.Your hands were starting to feel sweaty,your head was feeling dizzy and you felt a wave of nausea wash over you. NEVER. You heard the final click and a happy sigh from McGonagall. She just sealed your fate. She sent you in hell willingly,put you in the class that was taught by none other than the devil himself.You had heard more than enough rumours about him.

' He's the satan himself! '

'He's a dictator!'

Those were the words that students usually used to describe him. You had been lucky because you had never taken one of his classes before but now you were forced to take it. Could this get any worse?! You couldn't even drop his course because biological chemistry fell under the medical degree plan .

Everytime you had come in contact with any of your seniors they had warned you to never take one of his classes. Your uncle and him were like day and night when compared to each other. Your uncle was sweet, gentle, patient and understanding while Lupin has always been described as the worst professor and the complete opposite of your uncle. He was a tyrant!

As the cloak on McGonagall's office kept ticking,your chest kept tightening every second. For a moment you felt like you couldn't breathe. No! This couldn't be happening. Absolutely no way. If you still wanted to graduate with high GPA ,you needed a good grade on his class or you would say goodbye to your dreams forever.

"Ehm ..." You bit the inside of your cheek nervously. You had to find a way out of this. "I don't think I should-"

McGonagall sighed as she straightened her posture. She raised her glasses with two of her fingers and looked at you with a soft expression on her face. " I already know what you're thinking. Rumors are only rumours at the end of the day. I've known professor Lupin for a long time and I assure you that he is not this tyrant that students have made him to be. He just is not found of tardiness and laziness. He's strict. Yes. But take a look at the students who have graduated his class with high grades , they're all settled in life now. You're a smart girl Y/N. You'll manage."

You had gone out for a walk. Taking long walks ,while listening to music with your headphones was your favourite thing to do. It helped to cheer you up when you were sad,make you more sad when you wanted to feel like that and also whenever you took an important decision you had to always repeat the same thing,walks while listening to music. It just felt so relaxing, taking a walk in the nature ,the music blending with the background and making you lose yourself.

The sudden peace you had managed to create was interrupted by a loud sound,which came from your phone. Annoyingly you paused the music and when you took a look at the name a smile formed on your face. It was Hermione.

H: Hey,just checking up on you. How did it go with McGonagall?

Y: Heyy. First of all how did it go with Ron's parents? Did they like you? Tell me all the details. The McGonagall situation can wait a bit longer.

H: [ shrug emoji] If you say so. It went well in general. His mum was being a bit...bitchy( that sounds mean doesn't it?) but apart from that the rest of the family liked me.

Y: Jesus. What did Molly do?

H: All I can say is that Freud would have loved that woman! She was one of those annoying mothers that has a thing for their son and sees the girlfriend as their competition.

Y: That's fucked up.[ Skull emoji] I knew that she was overprotective but come on , that's weird!

H: Weird doesn't even describe it! She kept clinging to Ron all the time and even during dinner ( her food was good but she thought she was a master chef or something) she kept talking about how well made her dishes were and that she felt 'sorry' about Ron because apparently I wouldn't be able to cook them as good as her.

Y: The nerve that woman has! Please tell me Ron said something!!

H: He didn't... He loves his mum a bit too much and according to him ,if he said something it would be offensive toward his mum. Can you believe it?!

Y: That's embarrassing of him...

H: I honestly think that I'm dating the wrong brother. You should have seen how the twins and Bill( the hot brother with a pony tail and earring) were trying to comfort me and tell me not to look too much into Molly's words.

Y: Wait...

H: ...

Y: Bill fucking Weasley was there and you didn't tell me? [Crying face emoji]

H: Ooopss... Was I supposed to?

Y: Hermione! You know that I'm willing to sell my left kidney just to be able to kiss him at least once.

H: Oh.[Crying face emoji.] I have some bad news...

Y: ...

H: He's got a girlfriend. A very hot girlfriend.

Y: Noooooooo. You're joking!

H: Am not. Anyway. He's just a guy ,you can find a better one. So back to the important stuff. Did you finally take your uncle's class?

Y: He's not just a guy Hermione! I've been crushing on the dude ever since I was 15. But if he's got a girl , there's nothing I can do about it. Anyway. Practically I did take the Bio Chem class but something came up...

H: What happened?

Y: So turns out my uncle retired theast semester...

H: Go on...

Y: And now another professor has taken over... guess who...[ Crying face emoji]

H: Is it professor Black?

Y: I wish! Keep guessing...

H: Hmmm... Knowing about all the professors that give bio chem classes ,it reduces my options to only three. Potter ( if you got lucky. Heard she is the best) , Sprout( she's not half bad. I took her class last year and she's a sweetheart) and lastly but not least...the tyrant.

Y: Ding ,ding ,ding. We got a winner. So me being me...I've always got a shitty luck somehow...I got Lupin [Crying face emoji]

H: I will be praying for you.[ Praying hands emoji ]

Y: Hermione [ crying face emoji] You're supposed to cheer me up!

H: Hey , could have gone worse. Imagine if it was Snape instead of Lupin.

Y: If would have been 100 times better! Our families get along. He would probably give me a good grade. Lupin is going to make my life a living hell. Remember what happened to Angelina last year?

H: How could I? He made her cry in front of the class and then she dropped his course.She's not the first and she won't be the last.

Y: My point exactly!

H: Still you can't judge the guy simply because of that. Between us , Angelina has never been one to study or pay attention during lectures.She probably did something that pissed him off...

H: Hermione, you and that whole ' You need to see the good in people thing ' ughh... Angelina didn't create the rumour that he's a tyrant, many students did.

H: You still can't know until you take his class,hell you might even like him.

Y: The chances of that are the same as me going out with Marcus. Zero.

H: [Laughing face emoji] Okay point made. Still though ,you have to wait before you judge him.

Y: I know...I know...

H: I'm sorry but I have to go now. Me and Ron are going on a date and he just arrived. You've got this! Ttyl[ Heart emoji]

You shut the screen of your phone with a sigh. This was going to be one hell of a school year and you wished to say that you were excited for it but you weren't. Not in the slightest.

An: so basically this is the first time I ever post something on Tumblr. I usually post my fics on Ao3 but thought to give this app a try. English is not my first language so bear with any grammar mistakes I might do :)

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hey yall procrasinating hw, yall got any good remus fics🥸

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Moodboard of Remus Lupin dating a Ravenclaw girl.

Face-claims: Charlie Rowe and Danielle Rose Russell.

Requested by: anon.

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head over heels

January 20th, 1976

Eloise Clark was late; she was never late for class.

Eloise never meant to sleep in, and she never meant to stay up late last night either. She was revising for her O.W.L’s down in the Gryffindor common room and lost track of time. By the time she fell asleep, it was already half past two in the morning.

Now here she was, running down the corridors on the way to Transfiguration class, her long red curls flying all over the place as she tried to get to class in a dash. Eloise prayed to Merlin, Circe, and Morgana that Professor McGonagall wouldn’t get angry or disappointed with her for being late; she was one of her best students, and she didn’t want to get detention for being late.

“Sorry I’m late, professor!” Eloise said, panting once she reached the classroom, leaning beside the door frame. All eyes were on her as Eloise tried to catch her breath.

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow at Eloise, her lips pressed into a thin line. “You're lucky that you are one of my best students, Miss Clark. I'll let it slide this once; do not let it happen again.”

Eloise nodded frantically, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. She quickly hurried to the vacant seat at the back of the classroom, pulling out a quill along with its inkwell and a roll of parchment.

Professor McGonagall continued with the day’s lesson. Eloise eagerly scribbled down notes when the smell of chocolate and old books invaded her nostrils. She whipped her head around to see Remus Lupin standing in the doorway, looking worn and tired. Why in Merlin’s name does he look that tired?

“Good morning, Professor. I’m sorry I’m late.”

Professor McGonagall looked at Remus with a sympathetic smile. “It's quite alright, Mr. Lupin. Please take a seat and catch up with the lesson.”

Eloise watched as Remus made his way towards her, brows raised in confusion. Why the hell is he walking towards me?

Eloise looked around and mentally kicked herself at the realisation—there weren’t any available seats other than the seat beside hers. She could see the rest of the Marauders snickering from the corner of her eye. Eloise visibly rolled her eyes as she scooted further to the other side.

“Lovely to see you too, Clark,” Remus muttered, rolling his eyes as he settled into the seat next to her. Eloise bit back a retort, not wanting to cause a scene in the middle of class. Great, just great.

Eloise and Remus have been academic rivals since first year. Eloise has never gotten along with him since he beat her in answering Flitwick’s question in charms class. Since then, Eloise has made it her mission to best him in every subject they shared. Unfortunately for her, Remus seemed to always be one step ahead, much to her frustration. It was petty, sure, but Eloise was determined to beat him at least once before they graduated from Hogwarts.

As the class continued, Eloise tried her best to focus on the lesson, but she couldn't help but feel irritated by Remus' presence next to her. His mere existence seemed to throw her off balance, and she couldn't shake the feeling of annoyance she felt for him.

Eloise sighed, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear and taking a peek at Remus from the corner of her eye. He has another scar; why the fuck does he have severe-looking scratches on his face? Is it contagious? Merlin, does he need help?

Remus, on the other hand, felt Eloise’s gaze on him. He was used to the stares of people, but somehow this time, Eloise’s felt a lot different than the others. It didn’t feel like she was judging him; Remus couldn’t pinpoint the feeling, but it was good in a way.

“Alright, I will be expecting three a parchment essay about today’s lesson on Friday. You shall work in pairs,” Professor McGonagall explained as she started to assign pairs for the essay.

“Potter with Evans,” Eloise heard her friend, Lily, groan, making her chuckle. “Black with McKinnon, Pettigrew with MacDonald, Lockhart with Vance, Longbottom with Fortescue, Vance with Snape, Boot with Rosier, and finally Lupin with Clark.”

Eloise groaned inwardly, annoyed at the fact that she was stuck with the person she despised the most as a project partner. Why the fuck did it have to be me? Eloise shot him a glare, making it clear that she was not happy about the partner situation.

Remus, however, seemed unfazed by her hostility. He merely nodded and began to gather his things as the class ended. Eloise quickly packed up as well, eager to get away from him as soon as possible. As the both of them walked out of the classroom, Remus stepped beside her, much to Eloise’s annoyance.

“Look, let's just get this stupid essay done and over with, alright?” Remus said, his tone surprisingly casual.

“I can’t believe I’m stuck with you.” Eloise sneered, taking a dramatic step back.

Remus sighed and ran a hand through his mussed hair, looking equally as annoyed as her. “I don't like this any more than you do, trust me,” he muttered. “But we have to work together if we want to get a good grade.”

Eloise gritted her teeth and nodded, knowing that he was right. I can’t believe I’m actually agreeing with him. “Fine, meet me in the library after classes.”

Remus sniffed, annoyed at the redhead in front of him. “Alright, see you then.”

Eloise rolled her eyes before walking away from him, her red curls bouncing behind her like dancing flames. Remus sighed, leaning against the wall behind him. “That girl is definitely going to be the death of me.”

Eloise sat in the library alone after her classes ended, hunching over a book larger than her head as she waited for her essay partner.

Eloise sighed, her eyes still glued to the book. He’s late—ten minutes late. Why the fuck is he late? Ugh, being the smartest bloke in school doesn’t mean he can-

“Hey Elsie, thought I'd find you here are you busy?” Eloise snapped out of her thoughts; her eyes snapped up to see one of her best friends, Alice Fortescue.

“Oh no, I’m not—well, not yet. What’s up?” Eloise asked, closing the book and sitting up straight.

“Can you help me with my potions essay? I asked Lily, but she’s busy with Prefect patrols tonight,” Alice said, plopping down on the chair beside Eloise.

“Erm, well, actually, I'm supposed to meet Lupin for the essay Professor McGonagall set,” Eloise replied, feeling guilty for betraying her friend in favour of working with someone she hated.

Alice raised an eyebrow. “Lupin? As in Remus Lupin? I thought you couldn't stand him.”

“I can't, but we were paired up for an essay in Transfiguration,” Eloise explained, feeling a bit awkward about the situation.

Alice chuckled. “Well, that's an interesting turn of events. Good luck with that, Elsie.”

Eloise groaned, biting on her lower lip. “Luck? I need felix fucking felicis at this point just so I can endure hours with him.”

“Oh, honestly, Elsie,” Alice laughed. “Remus is not that bad when you get to know him.”

Eloise rolled her eyes. “He’s insufferable.”

Alice chuckled before giving Eloise a teasing smile. “Maybe you just need to give him a chance. Who knows? You might actually get along after spending some time together.”

Eloise shook her head, not convinced. “I highly doubt it, Allie. He's always been one step ahead of me in everything, and it's really irritating.”

“Well, if you say so,” Alice shrugged. “And here he comes.” Alice’s lips quirked upwards when she saw the boy approach the table. “Hey Remus, how’ve you been?”

Remus gave Alice a nod, a smile on his lips. “I've definitely been better,” he snorted, now looking at Eloise and her furrowed brows.

“You’re late.” Eloise glared, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Well, Clark, I'm sorry you're just so eager to see me.” Remus rolled his eyes, pulling out the chair across from Eloise. “Flitwick kept me a bit longer to talk; he didn't know about your oh, so busy schedule that ten minutes was just perilous to your precious time,” Remus said, his voice now higher pitched to recreate Eloise’s.

As her mouth moved to retort, a chair screeched under the wooden flooring, grabbing both of their attention as Alice stood up to leave. “Oh Merlin, just try to not kill each other during this; Elsie still needs to help me with my essay; now behave you two,” she said, collecting her things as she went off to give them space.

But as she was parting ways with them, Alice turned around and mouthed good luck to Eloise. Merlin I-

“So, I was thinking I could start finding out more about the doubling charm, and maybe you could go with the vanishing spell? After that, we can go through our notes and find important points that we need to include so we can start outlining our essay,” Remus asked, beginning to unpack his supplies and now looking at her, expecting a response.

“Fine,” Eloise grumbled, opening her own bag to take out parchment and quill. “But we'll start with my research first, then we'll move onto yours. Understand?” she demanded, giving him a challenging look.

Remus sighed, shaking his head as he scribbled down notes. “Honestly, Clark, must we always be so competitive?” he asked, not bothering to hide the annoyance in his voice.

“Yes, because I don’t want to fail just because of an incompetent partner like you,” Eloise retorted, rolling her eyes as she scribbled down on her roll of parchment.

“Right, because you're the epitome of perfection,” Remus mocked, his tone mimicking Eloise’s voice.

“Have you met me? That's just who I am,” Eloise replied, her tone matching Remus’ sarcasm. “Get writing, Lupin.”

Remus fought the urge to groan out loud, knowing that arguing with Eloise would probably be like talking to a brick wall. He dipped his quill into the inkwell and began to write, mentally telling himself that this study session would be over soon.

“What kind of handwriting is that?” Eloise snorted, peeking at Remus’ wonky handwriting. “It looks like a drunk chicken swam in ink and danced on your parchment.”

“Well, I wasn’t blessed with beautiful penmanship like yours, Clark,” Remus shot back, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

Eloise scoffed. “I can barely read it, Lupin,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief. “You write like a first-year; it's embarrassing.”

Remus sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Look, can we please just focus on the essay and get it done? I don't want to be here any more than you do.”

"Fine, could you try to write legibly? It’s not that difficult,” Eloise replied, her eyes never leaving the parchment.

“Fine,” Remus groaned, dipping his quill into the inkwell. “Freckle face.”

Eloise snorted, raising an eyebrow at him. “Is that really the best insult you can come up with?”

“Well, it seems to have gotten your attention, hasn’t it?” Remus had a smug smile tugging at his lips.

Eloise’s nose crinkled at the smug smile on Remus’ lips. “Scarface.”

“Swot,” Remus shot back.

“Look who’s talking,” Eloise scoffed, her nose still crinkled in annoyance. “Teacher’s pet.”

“Try hard.”

Eloise scowled. “I do not try hard.”

“Really? Because being second to me is saying otherwise.” Remus smirked smugly, leaning back slightly.

“You take that back!” Eloise hissed angrily, her eyes narrowing.

“Or what?” Remus challenged, meeting her gaze with a smug grin that Eloise wanted to smack off his pretty face. Pretty face? What the fuck, Eloise!? “What are you going to do, huh Clark?”

Eloise gritted her teeth, feeling her temper flare. “I'm going to stab you with this quill over and over again until you beg me to stop, Lupin.”

Remus rolled his eyes, unable to hide the smirk spreading across his lips. “Real mature, Clark.”

“You started it, you prick!” Eloise snapped, gripping the quill in her hand.

“It’s not my fault you get riled up so easily,” Remus retorted, his smirk not fading.

“I hate you!” Eloise spat through clenched teeth, her eyes ablaze with anger.

“The feeling's mutual,” Remus said, his tone laced with annoyance, though there was a hint of amusement in it as well.

“You absolute git!” Eloise snapped again; her red curls looked as if they were blazing.

“Can you both keep quiet? You're not the only ones in this library, you know.” Both Eloise and Remus’ heads snapped up as they heard a voice coming from the other side of the library. Madam Pince, the librarian, hissed, glaring at them.

Eloise clenched her jaw, narrowing her eyes at Remus. “This is your fault, tosser.”

“You were the one who started giving me grief about my handwriting,” Remus retorted, rolling his own eyes at her. “Last time I checked, it takes two people to argue, Clark.”

Eloise groaned, massaging her temples. “Yeah, well, you were baiting me the whole time!”

Remus held up his hands in a gesture of surrender, a look of fake innocence on his face. “Hey, you're the one who just threatened to stab me with a quill; it's not my fault.”

“Why I oughta-,” Eloise began, but was cut off by laughter from behind her. Eloise whipped her head around, only to see James Potter and Sirius Black trying their hardest not to topple over from their laughter.

Eloise scowled at them, crossing her arms over her chest. “What’s so funny, huh?” she demanded.

“My apologies for interrupting your romantic tension,” James said with a smirk and a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes. “Just couldn’t help but overhear your bickering; it was quite entertaining.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow, still chuckling. “It’s just amusing to see you and Remus bicker like an old married couple.”

“We do not bicker like an old married couple!” Eloise protested, her face flushing with embarrassment—or anger—the shade of her cheeks nearly rivalling her hair.

Sirius chuckled and draped an arm around James’ shoulders. “Please, you two arguing was the most entertaining thing that’s happened in this library since we got here,” he replied with a smirk.

“My galleons are on Clark; she'd definitely win. Moony here won't hurt a girl.” James laughed, leaning over Sirius with a smirk.

“Remus has the patience of a saint to put up with you, Clark,” Sirius snickered.

Eloise's face flushed red with embarrassment. “Oh, shove it, Black, before I hex you into the next century!”

“Oh, charming,” Sirius snorted, feigning fear.

“Ugh! Finish the damn notes yourself, Lupin!” Eloise growled, gathering her things to leave. “You are a prat, the lot of you! Kings of bloody prats!”

Remus watched as Eloise stormed off, her red curls bouncing behind her as her footsteps echoed through the library. He shook his head and let out a sigh, turning to face James and Sirius. “You two are absolute gits,” he muttered, his lips quirking upwards in a small smile.

“Oh, Moony, you’re one to talk,” James responded, a grin on his face as he winked at Remus. “You and Clark would make a perfect couple; you both have the same level of stubbornness.”

Remus rolled his eyes as he gathered his things to leave the library. “Not a chance in hell, Prongs. I’d rather get hit by the whomping willow than spend more time with her.”

Sirius chuckled, patting Remus on the back as they left the library together. “We’ll see about that, Moony. We’ll see about that.”

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'Our divine idylle'

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐕

Mauders Era! Remus Lupin x OC

you can also find this fanfic in french on my wattpad

masterlist ‘Our divine idylle’

Anne Hathaway as young! Euphemia Potter

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August 1972

He knocked on the door, and an excited boy came to open it, a big smile on his face.

"Remus, you're here! Come in, come in, Sirius and Peter are upstairs."

Remus entered the house, happy to see his friends again.

"Guys, Remus is here!!" shouted James from the bottom of the stairs.

"James Potter, we don't shout inside my house, darn it, you'll make me deaf one of these days!" Euphemia Potter, James's mother, arrived from the living room and welcomed Remus with an affectionate smile.

"Remus, my boy, my goodness, how you've grown, how are you? And your mother, is everything alright?"

Euphemia had always been incredibly kind to her son's friends, always taking care to make them feel comfortable and at ease in the Potter manor.

"Everything's fine, thank you, Mrs. Potter," replied Remus.

"Oh please, Remus, I've told you to call me Euphemia."

Remus smiled. However, James, eager to go upstairs to see the rest of the gang with Remus, took a deep breath.

"Mom, it's not that we're in a hurry, but we need to go up to my room, the others are waiting for us!" And without further ado, James took Remus by the hand and rushed up the stairs.

"No mischief, James! I'm warning you, if you break another one of my vases, you're grounded for the rest of the summer!"

"Yes, Mom! See you later!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Potter, for having me."

And poof, James quickly entered his room, slamming the door, of course.

"JAMES POTTER, THE DOOR!!"

The second year at Hogwarts was beginning for our young wizards. This past year had brought them closer than ever; their group was now famous throughout the school. Their pranks were renowned, their traps feared; they comprised the group known as the Marauders.

Remus Lupin was happy to have found such good friends; they had become inseparable.

"Finally, I thought she'd never let you go," sighed James.

"Remus! Are you okay? It's been a while; you also almost got caught by Euphemia," laughed Sirius and quickly hugged him.

"Yes, but she's still as kind," replied Remus with a laugh.

"Clutching, you mean!"

"Alright, let's get started," said Peter.

"Isn't Lucy here?" Remus asked curiously.

"Oh! I see someone is disappointed?" giggled James.

"I thought you were happy to see us, but you just wanted to come and see your 'Lucy' of love," said Sirius, imitating kissing noises.

Remus rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at them to silence them.

Lucy and he had become what one could call 'best friends.' They shared the same taste for reading, for pranks, but above all, for chocolate ;) She had especially managed to make Remus feel safe and comfortable during this first year. She's so sweet and so kind, he thought, a perfect friend in his eyes. But to say that he had never found her beautiful would obviously be a huge lie. Lucy had always been beautiful without any effort, naturally. Her golden hair and blue eyes made her look like an angel. And her laugh, Remus had never considered himself particularly funny; he left that role to Sirius and James. Yet, he loved making her laugh and couldn't help but smile at the sound.

So, yes, he was aware that Lucy was a pretty girl, but she was his friend. His friendship was so precious to him, and he didn't want to lose it for anything in the world. He had gotten used to James and Sirius's remarks; he knew their friendship might seem quite strange or even ambiguous, but he had always considered it like a sister.

"Not at all, I'm just surprised she's not here. I thought everyone was coming, since we were preparing the beginning-of-year prank, I thought… well. I was just surprised, that's all!"

James and Sirius exchanged a look, not believing a word of their friend.

"She couldn't come, family issues," James replied as justification.

Sirius raised his eyebrows; he knew very well that there were no 'family issues,' but Lucy's parents had probably locked her up at home all summer. That's what his own parents had planned to do, but he had snuck out.

"Alright, we got it, Lucy's not here, it's not the end of the world, let's not discuss it for hours!" complained Peter.

"Ok, ok, calm down, Pete," said James, then he coughed before starting.

"Alright, Gentlemen, I've gathered you this afternoon to discuss a matter of great importance." began the bespectacled young man, with a serious air he continued "As you know, last year marked the beginning of our now famous group, the Marauders."

"Yeah!! Bravo to us!" applauded and shouted Sirius.

Peter chuckled.

"It's true that our pranks were quite well done. Oh! Do you remember the one with the flying books that called the students 'nerds,' 'nerds' around the Ravenclaw tower?" laughed Peter.

"That's exactly it, Pete, we have a reputation to uphold, to maintain our title as the most feared pranksters at Hogwarts," continued James.

Remus rolled his eyes; apparently, this year wasn't going to be any rest either.

"For this, we must come up with a spectacular idea to start strong from the beginning of the year."

"What if we put buckets of water above the doors, so when people enter the room, water falls on their heads?" suggested Peter.

"No, that's not powerful enough as a prank, it's too simple, but we could keep it for later in the year," replied Sirius.

"What if we put a beehive in the Hufflepuff dormitory?" proposed James.

"After all, they're the same color; it could be their mascot," he joked.

"That's not a bad idea, but why Hufflepuff?" asked Remus.

"He's right, our main enemies are the Slytherins," exclaimed Peter.

"We should pull a prank on the Slytherins, right at the beginning of the year."

"But what kind of prank can we pull? We've already trapped them several times," Remus asked, worried about his friends' plan.

"Oh, I have an idea! My God, I'm so intelligent, illumination has struck me, you're really lucky to be friends with someone like me-" began the raven-haired boy.

"Spit it out!" shouted the three boys in unison.

"Okay, okay, wow, you guys are tense today," grimaced Sirius and continued

"Well, here's the thing, what if we change their robes?"

"How so?" asked Remus, increasingly interested.

"We could charm them and swap them with something else as soon as they enter the Great Hall," suggested James.

"We could switch them with Muggle ball gowns!" exclaimed Sirius.

"Yeah, that way, they'll look ridiculous, and everyone will see them all dolled up like princesses," and his friend burst into laughter.

"That's not a bad idea; the teachers won't be able to know it's us since we'll just have arrived," thought Remus.

"And I won't have to risk my life for this plan!" commented Peter.

"It was just that one time, Peter," sighed Sirius.

"Red ants, Sirius, Red ants! They sting!"

"Still, releasing red ants in the Great Hall was still a pretty good idea," smiled James.

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