#sure hope a prefect doesn’t find em!!!

[shadowbriar]

Remus Lupin - Weekend Randezvous

Pairing : Remus Lupin x (she/her) Reader Word Count : 2.9k Warning : Alcohol. Cliffhanger. No resolution. Synopsis : Having spent more times together post-Hogwarts made her wonder if there was ever a possibility that Remus would see her more than just a friend. Notes : Post no 5 for my Year Anniversary Celebrationn. If you'd like to be tagged for the next chapters, please fill the form here! If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕ Taglist: @sofiacblair @jsjcue @coffeehurricanes @ell0ra-br3kk3r @ineedmentalhelp123

She lets out a laugh as Marlene twirls her, bumping to everyone carelessly as they let the music guide their bodies. It’s obvious that they’ve taken one too many shots for the night but neither of the girls could care less. They know that no matter how plastered they’ll get, they’ll still be safe with their group of friends watching over at their table. You can never get into too much trouble with Lily Evans’ hawk eyes glued on you, anyway.

Life post Hogwarts has gone much better than she expected. Meeting her group of friends along with the Marauders every other weekend, getting drunk and throwing up on the street, spending the next day groaning in pain as the haze starts to descend. She wouldn’t even say she missed her days back in Hogwarts. Shocking.

But how would she? Back in Hogwarts she could only see him from afar. No matter how close their circles are, the many classes they share and not to mention both being prefects of their houses, she could never really get close to him. He’s always been a little out of her reach.

“Alright, quick question.” Marlene says, still swaying her hips and dancing with her “What’s going on between you and Lupin?”

Her brows furrow, “Nothing.”

“Yeah, right.” Marlene rolls her eyes “You’ve always gone home with him, there’s no way you two aren’t shagging each other.”

Now it’s her turn to roll her eyes. 

She spins Marlene, now exchanging spots with her so that she could see their table. There he was, sitting in between James and Sirius who were bickering with each other. Drunk Sirius and James were never a good combination, so he said. She could already imagine him whining about being stuck around those two chatterboxes. So much for being a good friend.

She bites down her smile. A sense of pleasant warmth starts to fill her heart, thinking of the growth of their relationship. If one could even call it that.

There was no label, she’s fully aware of it, but you couldn’t really blame the girl who’s been head over heels for the boy for years to have the highest hope when he finally starts to return the affections. He would always wait for her, getting her home safely and helping her out of her clothes before cuddling her to sleep. If she was lucky, and by lucky we mean by getting a heavy hangover that she couldn’t even get out of the bed, he would stay in all day and take care of her.

How could you not gain the slightest hope from that?

“Stop ogling him for a second, would you?” Marlene says “I’m literally in front of you and you still have your eyes glued on somebody else.”

She rolls her eyes, “Dorcas would have my head if I have my eyes on you, Em, you know that.”

“True,” Marlene responds “But that still doesn’t nullify the fact that you need to stop staring at him.”

“Why not?”

“Because he wouldn’t stare at you if you’re staring at him first.”

She turns her eyes to her, looking confused, “What do you mean?”

“It’s the push and pull method, babe.” Marlene says, spinning her again so that she wouldn’t face him “You’ve made your move, shown him that you’re interested in him. Now let him do his work.”

“Yeah, sure.” She snorts, finding her best friend's suggestion to be silly “That’ll only work if he likes me back, Em. Remus certainly doesn’t.”

“Oh, Darling, he likes you alright.”

She frowns, not believing a word she says.

“You can’t see it and you can’t turn,” Marlene says, a victorious smile spreading on her face “But he’s literally looking straight at us right now.”

“Horseshit.”

Marlene clicks her tongue, “Why don’t you ask Lily or Dorcas later and prove me wrong? I’ll give you my next paycheck if they say Remus wasn’t staring at you all night.”

If it weren’t for the dim light, Marlene would’ve seen her cheeks turn red. The butterflies in her stomach were going rampant, flipping her inside out and bursting into flames. She wanted to suppress her growing expectancy but it proved to be an impossible task with her friends only encouraging the possible blooming romance between them.

Remus is a complicated guy. He was nice, sure, but she could hardly ever recall him being committed to any serious relationship. As much as it pleases her to know that he has supposedly never been in love with anyone, she wasn’t built for casual relationships and it scares her. It scares her to think that this is the most she could get of him. The most she could taste of him.

“I wish you were right, Marlene, but we know him. Remus doesn’t do relationships.”

“Well, there’s always a first to everything.” Marlene says, shrugging “I mean when else do you ever see Remus bother taking a girl home multiple times?”

“It’s because we’re friends.”

“No, don’t give me that.” She laughs mockingly “He likes you, believe me.”

She rolls her eyes yet still smiling at her friend’s comment.

The silly sensation of bliss starts to pollute her chest again. The oh so familiar feeling she’s been having lately whenever his name was brought up. She knew that her friends’ words were not groundless, she too can notice the affection and silent glances he’s thrown at her, but it’s too early to say that Remus has any stronger feeling that interest. They’ve only met each other on the weekends, anyway. Making him fall for her would require much more than just 2 days in a week.

Because if it was ever that easy for him to fall for her, surely it would’ve happened years ago back in Hogwarts.

Feeling their feet tire, the two girls find themselves walking back to their table. Now the boys are up on their feet, wanting to hit the dance floor so that the girls can take their seat. All of the boys but one, of course.

“Having a good time?” He asks with a smile, patting the empty spot next to him.

“Brilliant so far, yes.” She nods, her eyes getting heavy “I could use more drink, though.”

She takes his drink, gulping it down and making a face from the bitterness.

Remus chuckles, “You have one too many already, Love.”

“No, not enough to get me plastered.”

The boy smiles sweetly, gazing intently into her eyes. He put away the strands of her hair way from her face, noticing how red her cheeks are now. If she wasn’t pissed she would have seen the admiration and love Remus has on his face. She smiles from the delicate gesture, sighing in bliss. That boy always knew how to make her flustered.

Remus chuckles lightly, "You're already drunk aren’t you?"

“No, just a little bit.” She answers, making a hand gesture to show a tiny amount.

“How much did you drink before I came, Love?”

“Just a few shots.”

“How many is few?”

“Like, 2 or 7.”

“That’s quite a gap to guess.” He comments, frowning “I don’t like seeing you drunk like this.”

“Yeah? Well, I like it because you finally show that you care for me.”

 For once his stares linger longer than usual. Like he hoped from the split seconds his eyes were boring to her, he could whisper her a message his lips couldn’t utter. A flash of guilt was evident on his face, as if he was debating if he should keep his ground or do whatever it is his brain was telling him to do.

But as always, Remus chose the safest option possible.

“Right, we’re going home now.” Remus says as he stands up, holding out a hand for her to take before turning to the others “Enjoy the rest of the night, ladies.”

She was pouting, wanting to complain and argue about his sudden decision, yet all the annoyance in her vessels dissipated as he took her hand, holding it gently and pulling her away from the table. She turned to her friends, waving her goodbye only to be greeted by their teasing expressions. They would certainly taunt her tomorrow.

When they reach the outside of the bar, Remus turns to her and cupped her face, studying her state if it was safe enough for them to apparate. She giggles from his serious face, finding his expression to be silly and endearing at the same time.

He smiles, “What?”

“You look funny.” She admits between her hiccups “I’m drunk, aren’t I?”

“No, just a little bit.” He teases, noting her earlier words “Would you be able to apparate or should we order a taxi instead?”

She whines, unable to comprehend the words he said just now.

“Taxi it is, then.”

—-

She groans aloud as the sensation of her head pounding forces her to open her eyes. The sky was already bright outside, lights peeking through the drapes as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. Her hands begin to move, trying to scan around the bed without having to turn herself to the side. She frowns at the lack of touch.

Has he left?

A small frown forms on her lips, feeling the slight disappointment of his absence. She sighs, cursing herself to have downed too much alcohol last night as it now not only hammers her head but also makes her lose the chance to see him. She should’ve been more responsible. Or perhaps get a little bit more plastered so he’d stay the night.

Sighing, she sits up and grabs the glass of water on her bedside table. A strip of aspirin lays next to it, along with a small piece of letter.

She frowns, taking it and reading the words.

Had to run. I’ll make it up within the week, promise. - RL.

A small smile creeps to her face. The note was scribbled as if he was leaving in a haste, hardly even readable. He was never the one with the prettiest handwriting, no that title would’ve been of Sirius’, but it was never as scrawled as this. Still, she holds the piece of paper dearly. This might be the only physical evidence she has of his budding affection.

Sure, she notices how his gesture has changed over the weeks. How he’s been staying longer each morning, how he doesn’t hide his smile or the hint of rose in his cheeks anymore whenever they talk, or how he would be more comfortable with placing his hands on her, be it her wrist or waist. Remus was growing fond of her and she noticed it.

It feels like a long awaited reward, to have the man you’ve been crushing for years to finally return the giddiness and frivolity whenever they’re around you. It was like she was looking at a mirror. Every silly action she’s done over the years for him, he’s doing them all for her now. Like the universe has finally switched on the flicker.

Still, it was too early for her to think that her happy ending would come in a day or two. Too premature of her to hope that he would pop the question and officially put a label between them. He’s always been casual and laid back with his previous relationships, anyway. Surely he’ll take his time this time too.

And what could be so bad for waiting this time when she’s waited much longer before, right?

—-

It was certainly worse.

Monday passed so slow, then came Tuesday, Wednesday was beginning to be dull, Thursday was dreadful, Friday felt like it lasted forever, and the next thing she knows she’s already back at another party with her friends. The ‘make up’ Remus promised within the week never happened. No letters, no words. As if they were empty words hanging on the ceiling of an abandoned house. 

And now she has to pretend like everything was fine in front of everyone. The girls knew about Remus’ promise and how he failed to fulfil it so they tried their best to avoid talking about him, yet the boys were as oblivious as ever. Not noticing the nervous shake of her feet or how long she’s been chewing on her lower lip, waiting for the tall dirty blonde boy to arrive.

“Moony’s awfully late.” James says with a frown, checking on the watch on his wrist “He’s never been this tardy before.”

“Has work been giving him a hard time?” Dorcas asks.

Peter shrugs, “Not that we’re aware of.”

“Maybe he’s out with that girl, what’s her name again?” Sirius asks, snapping his finger as he tries to make his brain work “That girl from his job, remember?”

She frowns, hiding her heart aching and racing at the same time now, “Who?”

“There’s this girl Moony’s talked about for weeks.” Sirius answers “Think she’s his new bird. He did mention that she was his type. Clever, beautiful, funny. He wouldn’t shut up for the life of him.”

The rest of Sirius’ words seem to be blurred. Like the buzzing noise of a busy road when you’re stuck inside a car, incomprehensible yet filling your ears still. The colours in her world begin to desaturate. All these times she thought there was something going on between them two, only to be slapped by reality that it was only of her delusion. Remus was interested in another, not her. Never her.

“Honestly, I don’t think we ever caught her name.” James says, bursting her bubble of thought “He talks about her a lot but never gave us her name.”

“He never did, did he?” Peter agrees.

“Evening, lads, ladies.” Remus says, appearing behind her and placing his hand on the back of her chair, thumb grazing her shoulder lightly “Sorry, I got hold up at work.”

She shifts her seat, leaning forward so that he wouldn’t be able to touch her. Remus frowns lightly at the gesture but pretends to not be bothered as he takes a seat by the boys, now seated across from her, thinking that she must be at the very least pissed over his failed attempt to make up with her.

How she wished she could leave the room now.

Hearing that Remus has got a new bird was never a new thing for her. She’s heard about such news every other week back in Hogwarts, but this time it hurts differently. A whole new level of pain she never knew one was able to experience. Perhaps it was her own fault to have hoped for the best, to let the encouragement and teasing of her girls cloud her head, but Remus has changed. He’s shown much more fondness, more tenderness in his words and actions. If it’s true that he’s got his eyes set on someone else then it’s just plain cruel for him to treat her this way.

Or perhaps Remus Lupin never learned to change.

The night continues with more shots drunk. Peter has fallen asleep, leaning on Mary who seemingly is about to drift off any second too now. James and Sirius are now on the dance floor, along with Lily, Dorcas, and Marlene. She wanted to join them, leaving Remus who had glued his eyes on her as if she held all of the answers he might have in his whole life, but her head was spinning from the drinks. Walking to the dancefloor would only do more harm for her than good.

“Dove—”

“Shut up, Remus.” She snaps, closing her eyes “My head’s pounding. Don’t talk.”

She places a hand to her forehead, massaging her temples lightly in an attempt to ease her headache. The loud music was seething her. She wanted to scream. Her head was loud but her heart was crumbling. Why does this night have to take such a turn?

“Love, are you alright?” Remus asks softly, his hand reaching for her that was laying on the table “Should we get back now?”

“We?” She asked, looking up to him now “There’s no we, Remus. Stop acting like you care for me.”

He frowns, taken aback at her testy remarks, “What do you mean acting? I do care for you.”

“Yeah, right.”

Remus was appalled. He looked hurt, disappointed, and puzzled at the same time. Was it because of the note? Was it because he couldn’t make up with her during the week? Was it because of that?

“You know what, I’m gonna head home.” She announces, picking up her purse “Tell the other’s I left first.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“No, you’re not.” She says sharply “In fact, Rem, I don’t want you to ever come to my place again.”

“Where are all these coming from?” He asked, bitterly chuckling at the pathetic state he’s in “I’m sorry I couldn’t come during the week, alright? Something happened at work and—”

“You know, Remus, I don’t wanna hear about it.” She cuts, not letting him give an explanation “I just want to go home and get away from you so if you could please step away.”

Hurt was clearly evident on his face, even with the dim light of the bar she could see clearly the spark on his eyes water down as he nodded and took a seat. He was still watching her, hoping for her to change her mind but as she walked away from the club, he knew that she meant what she said. For the first time since forever, she went home alone.

#remus lupin #remus lupin fanfic #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin oneshot #remus lupin scenario #remus lupin scenarios #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin imagines #remus lupin angst #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x oc #remus lupin x y/n

[twsty-lav]

octa gang does an oopsie (murder)

tumblr ate an ask but an anon basically said: what if someone remembered yuu dying? but then they died again and they forgot? and i was like... owo uwu owo!!!

uhhh no res au <3 tw yuu dies and it sucks. jade commits a CRIME

- All three of them are there. The reason is unimportant at best; Yuu is as unlucky as always, of course, and gets killed somewhere during a mild squabble on the way to the octavinelle dorms.

- It’s ridiculous, of course, but it’s no surprise (to yuu, at least) when they start to fall apart in front of their eyes, flesh withering away like a corpse in desert sun. Yuu doesn’t bother saying anything, not this time. 

yuu doesn’t bother feeling anything, either. 

- It’s fine. It’s fine, it really is. Their save point wasn’t too far back at all--because they had just taken care of jamil, maybe, and that was quite the big event. it’s fine. They’ve gotten good at remembering what people say.

- ... why was jade looking at them like that?

-  let’s talk on the way to the lounge, azul says, same as before; floyd agrees easily, in a good mood. and jade would agree, because why wouldn’t he--

“Actually,” He cuts in smoothly (and god, yuu hopes, hopes, hopes--), "I believe that it would be best to cut through the Headmaster’s office instead,” and that’s such a big detour and it wouldn’t go near the fight at all and azul says something in reply but yuu can’t breathe,

they hope so hard it hurts, they hate it--

- “Jade,” They say, voice distant to their own ears. their lungs are too shallow and their spine is too stiff but they have to know, “Jade. I need to talk to you for a second in private. Just remembered. Do you mind... For a second?” 

- they make it to... somewhere. yuu doesn’t. know. yuu doesn’t know how.

 they feel like they’re floating. they feel like they’re about to fall through the floor. they feel tight like a drawstring and please, if he has to know, 

their voice is thin and reedy and choked with desperation, too breathless to manage more than a whisper. “I died.”

“I know.”

yuu starts crying. 

... 

...

- the next few weeks are euphoric. Someone knows, someone knows, someone knows, finally, they’re not alone. Jade is a lifesaver, surely. 

.

(”What you just described... That’s impossible.”

“I know it is. Which makes it all the more suspicious, don’t you think?”)

.

- he stays by their side and bats away stray spells, makes sure that they’re okay, so careful in a way that nobody’s ever even tried to be. 

it’s a deal, of course--there’s no way that azul would let someone like jade run around without pulling some kind of profit, but yuu doesn’t care. 

. (”Haaaah? Can’t we just squeeze ‘em ‘til we find out?”

“We don’t even know what they want, Floyd. At least wait until then, will you? You’re so impatient.”) 

.

- yuu doesn’t care. 

just having someone know, just having someone be there, someone who believes them when they say it’s happened before, when not even ace or deuce or grim has even tried--

yuu doesn’t care at all. they can be safe somewhere, don’t you see? they can be safe. 

safe. 

- what a nice word, being safe. it’s warm comfort and blankets and tea, it’s a cozy room and a crackling fireplace and the scent of amber. 

it’s also jade, now.

it’s lovely.

..

.

.

.

“Prefect, may I talk to you for a moment?”

“Sure, what do you need?” 

“I just need to ask you something. But don’t worry. There is no need to be afraid; I only want to help you, 

shock the heart”

.

.

- let’s talk on the way to the lounge, azul says; this time, jade doesn’t disagree.

what a fool they were, yuu thinks, closing their eyes. 

what an utter, utter fool.

#no res au #twst #twst au #twisted wonderland #jade leech #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #octavinelle #octatrio #twisted wonderland au #yuu/mc #twst yuu/mc #twst jade #twst floyd #twst azul #twst angst #rip #accidental murderer club #nrc #disney twst #twst yuu oc #yuu oc #yuu #twst wonderland

[shorkbrian]

I wasn’t sure where to go with this, I’ve never dabbled in microphilia but I have been THINKING

(Warnings - obvs microphilia, very NSFW, unsafe sex, noncon. pls do not read if any of the squicks you out)

so like tinker bell quirk? You is small, maybe like the size of a hand (6-7 inches mebbe?). You can turn small for 2-3 hours at the most, but depending on your energy level you’ll stay small no matter what (even if you want to be big) for like an hour. It’s inconvenient in fights, and you wish you were able to turn small AND big at will, but it is what it is.

So I can really only see Bakugou being this depraved (You’re right about Kiri having big thicc balls, but he wouldn’t be this mean). Bakugou would catch you during moments where you were stuck waiting to turn big again, tucked into a corner, hiding away in your room after training - it’s not like you can hangout with everyone or study when you’re this small.

He’s attentive, and since his focus is almost always on you, so it’s impossible to sneak away without him noticing. He’ll go looking for you, searching in corners and small places you might’ve scurried off to. When he finds you, you’re getting snatched up immediately.

The first time it had happened, you’d screamed loud enough to make Bakugou flinch. It was useless, the man only had to threaten to squish you under his shoes if you didn’t behave to make you go quiet as a mouse. You had to do whatever he said.

And Bakugou made it clear; If you refused him, there’d be hell to pay. Would you like to get tossed into a washing machine, with no way out, just waiting to get big again? It’d hurt when you did, all scrunched up in the now too-small machine, waiting for someone to come along and help you out. Or maybe you’d wanna get locked in a freezer, turned into a popsicle for him to suck on?

At least he hadn’t threatened to flush you down a toilet yet.

He whisks you away to his room, stuffing you in his pants pocket if he passes anyone in the halls.

Once in his room, Bakugou isn’t afraid to get creative in how he uses you. Because, well, he doesn’t give you a choice in anything, and you’re only there to serve one purpose to him. You’re there to get him off.

Maybe he’ll sit down at his desk, get all his things out so he can study, then cruelly shove you down into his sweaty boxers. It’s dark, musky, and it smells gross, plus you’re pressed up against his half-hard dick. You cry the first couple of times. Bakugou just pats his crotch (you’re buried in there somewhere, he knows) and tells you to shut up and get to work.

It’s impossible to get him off like that.

Sometimes, he’ll strip completely, lay down on his bed, and drop you onto his chest. As you stand and try to get your bearings, he's pushing you with his middle finger down towards where his dick lies hot and heavy against his belly button. You’re instructed to suck him off - well, essentially just lick and drool and fondle his giant dick with your tiny body. If he’s feeling especially mean, he’ll bark at you to take off your clothes, then pick you up and place you on the flat underside of his dick, holding the tip down with his hand - tells you to rub yourself off on him. It’s humiliating.

Worse is when he deposits you onto his desk, strips out of only his pants, and stays standing. The desk is at the prefect height for him to use his cock to mess around with your small size. He uses his dick to push you around, makes you wrap your hands around him and vigorously jerk him off. Makes you play with his balls too, sits them down onto the desk top and instructs you to give ‘em some love.

You didn’t know what he wanted you to do the first time, so you got a vicious pinch to your ass that you swore left permanent damage. Bakugou wanted you to slobber all over them, push and pull with your hands, slide over them, even get up and try to walk around over them, whatever. Just something. The man wanted stimulation.

Because honestly? He’s not super interested in getting off when you’re this size. Even when you’re regular sized, he isn’t desperate to cum. No, for Bakugou, it’s more about the feeling of power he gets. You’re so small and helpless, he feels like a god when you scurry around, trying to achieve whatever he commands. It’s how obviously humiliated you get whenever he makes you do something - that’s what gets him going.

A couple of times he’s even told you to lay down near the edge of the desk, just so he could gently drop his ballsack on you, watch you almost disappear underneath it. He’d laughed at that.

Bakugou plays with you until you turn big again. 

Once you’re big, that's when he finally gets his rocks off, tired of being edged for however long you’ve been small. He wants to cum, and you’re gonna get him there.

He always ends up fucking you, because even when you're “big”, compared to Bakugou, you’re still tiny. His cock makes your tummy bulge out on each thrust, and he presses his thumbs over it while he holds you by the waist. It’s his favorite.

The man has only blown his load when you were itty-bitty once. You had been suckling on the head of his cock, laving over the tip, sinking your tongue deep into his urethra. You had pulled back, decided to be mean for once, and boldly lined up your entire arm with his slit. You had seen porn - men had plus that they shoved in here all the time, right?

Bakugou’s rough, hoarse shout when you shoved your arm inside him was satisfying. It was less satisfying when he pulled back, and your arm fell out of slit covered in precum. Apparently, the shout had been one of pained pleasure, not pure pain like you had hoped.

It was disgusting when his hand flew to his cock, stroking at it furiously as it began spurting out thick cum. The liquid splashed all over you, and at your current size, you almost drowned. It was horrifying. You choked on the amount that shot into your mouth, crying at the taste and viscosity. it settled low in your stomach.

After Bakugou finished cumming his brains out, he smirked down at you, slipping and falling and crying in a puddle of his cum. He was always nice enough to only cum when you were big, were you trying to change that?

You begged him to keep it that way.

So Bakugou only came when you were your regular size. Unfortunately, he never pulled out, too caught up in seeing the way your body stretched and bulged when he filled you up with his thick seed.

He never offered to clean you up, or even help you cum. This was all for his pleasure, and you couldn’t do a thing about it. It was awful.

You could only throw on some clothes, waddle to your room, and cry as you cleaned his cum out of you in the shower.

And if you got yourself off after that, frustrated by Bakugou’s refusal to make you cum while he violated you? That was between you and your showerhead.

You knew it would happen all over again tomorrow, might as well relieve some tension now.

#katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou headcanons #bakugou #bnha bakugou #baku #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo headcanons #mean kat #cruel Katsuki #yandere bakugou #gross bakugou #yandere bnha

[parchmentedpetrichor]

➳april’s fool ♡

in which fred weasley is in love with y/n l/n, the girl he happens to tease and insult profusely for her attention. 

fred weasley x gryffindor!fem!reader 

word count: ±4.3k 

tw: food, fireworks, pranking, fred being a bully, tad bits of swearing

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ft. minnie, dumbledore and severus

yeah, your grandmama probably know me 

get more bottles, these bottles are lonely

it's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "wow"

april’s fool 

“tomorrow is april fools,” dumbledore sighs. 

“you know what that means...?” mcgonagall asks, her voice on edge.

“the twins,” snape replies quickly, not even bothered one bit as he sips his dark coffee.

“and their pranks,” dumbledore dramatically rolls over in his armchair.

“okay and?” 

“they’re a hazard, severus!” mcgonagall replies.

“that doesn’t stop them.”

“what will stop them?” dumbledore ponders, eyes faint with interest. 

“you still have those weird buzzy fireworks right?” snape asks. 

“of course.”

“and minnie, you have the cake mix your grandmother gave you?”

“still in my cupboard next to the biscuits.”

“excellent.”

y/n l/n listens from the other side of the door, grinning. she’s been called to mcgonagall’s lavish office for some business she hopes isn’t trouble, but the conversation the three are deeply invested in piques her interest. 

she likes fun. the type of continuous laughter and uncontrollable fits of giggles at noon. that’s why she enjoys the pranks the twins play. they’re bold, sharp and reckless and have the undoubtable trademark of fred and george on them.

one too a many times she’s been on the receiving end of them. one time the twins had charmed the library so that she and other studious students could not find any books that they wanted or needed for a whole week. 

another time, her hair had been dyed bright pink. she wasn’t a fan of it, but tried her best to rock it. it worked. y/n had received many compliments on her bubblegum pink locks. 

she laughed it off a lot. whenever something quite embarrassing happened, it was usually funny. 

even the snide remarks the older twin always cast her way.

including the time he called her a blackhead. well, multiple times. 

“oi, l/n, looking like a blackhead.”

george had rolled his eyes at his brother before adding kindly, “at least you have nice hair. your tie’s always shiny too.”

she had just laughed, “at least i’ve got the blackhead looks to pull pink hair off, weasley, you can’t even pull off ginger hair, and thanks, georgie. love ya.”

fred had looked taken aback, but y/n still scowls at the memory. she gets she isn’t pretty, but there is a line you don’t cross when trying to insult someone.

he always calls her the most awful nicknames too; body parts that align with her name and random pieces of rubbish she isn’t bothered to remember.

she shakes herself of her thoughts and draws herself up, knocking thrice on the door lightly.

“come in,” mcgonagall’s calm tone beckons.

“good afternoon professors!” she chirps, smiling at all three.

they smile back. even snape. they’re big fans of the girl, who’s studious but mischievous. albus dumbledore has always thought that y/n’s eyes always look like all she’s seen is a beautiful sunset. 

“now you must wonder why i called you here,” mcgonagall starts.

“you see, how have you punished the weasley twins when they play all those pranks on you?” dumbledore eagerly asks. 

y/n gives a light laugh, “i just prank them back. i won’t get detention for this, right?” she jokes.

they laugh, “of course you will,” snape jokes back and for a second y/n is surprised that severus snape, the ever so cold potions professor, is cracking jokes. especially to her. 

“well then, i guess i can’t tell you how i prank them back then,” she drawls dramatically.

“no, no, do tell, we’re, what do you young people say?” mcgonagall pauses, “ahh yes! we’re all ears!”

y/n bursts out laughing, “okay, i usually do something that’s subtle enough but still very noticeable. they need to be anonymous too, or that’ll start prank wars and i’m only looking for short term pleasure really. one time, i dumped a whole bunch of polyjuice potion in both their little goblets. fred became george and george became fred. they were so confused.”

mcgonagall is impressed. 

“can you bake?” dumbledore asks and y/n shakes her head for a long time. 

“can’t bake for my sanity.”

“awesome. that is what i thought too,” dumbledore answers and y/n smiles. 

a single knock sounds. it’s proper and formal. 

“come in!” mcgonagall yells.

draco malfoy in all his glory steps into the room, eyes alight with concern, ever so indifferent. 

y/n knows him from quidditch. they’ve become relatively good friends, though she thinks he is very busy with his home life. she also knows that there’s more to him than the facade he has.

“afternoon,” he nods and gives a charming smile. 

“now, draco, i understand your mother had enrolled you in baking classes,” snape says. 

draco nods. 

“you must bake a cake,” mcgonagall hands him the cake mix.

she hands y/n the box of fireworks and winks. 

“good day professors! make sure to be at breakfast tomorrow!” y/n shouts, dragging draco with her to the kitchens. 

soon draco is laughing with y/n, at her atrocious puns and lightly placed jokes, finding himself very much happy. he’s not interested in her romantically, he simply enjoys her company. he’s even sharing some funny stories of his own too.

“...and i told him, to precisely fuck off.”

“so that’s how you deal with him!”

“oh no, he didn’t stop. he kept bugging me.”

“what did you do then?”

“i cast a muffliato charm on him.”

y/n bursts into laughter as they pass the gryffindor common room, quickly hiding the box of fireworks in her cloak as she spots two red heads quietly snickering by the fat lady. 

they notice the unlikely pair scurrying down the stairs. 

“hey, google eyes!” fred shouts. 

y/n doesn’t know fred well enough to decide if that greeting is dedicated to herself, so she continues upon her way. 

“weasley,” draco states. 

“huh?” y/n fakes oblivion. 

draco jerks his head in the way of the twins, where fred is smirking handsomely, leaning against the wall in a model-like fashion. 

george is shaking his head in dismay. 

“i said googly eyes!” fred shouts again.

y/n won’t lie, she thinks fred has undoubtedly good looks and his ginger hair is cute. he’s just a terrible person. to her, at least. she knows she’s biased, she’s often seen fred comforting ginny after a bad fight with a boyfriend, and from what she’s heard from alicia and angelina and katie, he’s funny too. 

she whips out her glasses and stares deadpan at him, before rolling her eyes and running with draco down the stairs, laughing like madmen.

they finish baking late at night, and waving her wand smartly over the cake, y/n produces a charm that will make the fireworks activate as soon as the cake is cut open. 

draco smiles as he pipes purple and orange roses, writing a ‘happy bday fred and george’ in chocolate letters. 

they add lots of sprinkles, hoping to seem like avid admirers of the twins. 

“does miss l/n and misters malfoy need any assistance?” a house elf asks.

draco just about opens his mouth to snap a ‘no’ when y/n gives him a silencing look.

“thank you rosemarie, but that is not needed, you are welcome to watch and talk with us though,” y/n politely answers, giving her a grin. 

the house elf sniffles, “miss l/n is too nice! rosemarie will make some hot chocolate for her! pretty hair!”

y/n laughs, “thank you very much, rosemarie. i think mister malfoy would also like some hot chocolate, with a tiny bit of firewhiskey, if that’s alright with you,” she winks at draco who just scoffs in reply. 

when they’re finished with the cake and the hot chocolate, y/n enters the gryffindor common room. angelina takes the cake and wraps it up in a box and nice wrapping paper. she sends it flying to the twins’ usual spot on the gryffindor table. 

“thanks angie!” y/n smiles, getting up from the cozy spot near the fire in the common room. 

“why are you going? we’re staying up till midnight for the twins’ birthday; wanna join?” angelina asks. 

y/n shakes her head, “i’m not too close with them, it seems like a rather intimate ceremony,” she keeps her words fluffy and light. really, she would join any birthday celebration, but she didn’t think she could handle the constant insults and annoying comments fred always made about her. and this would have been completely acceptable if she had done something to any one of the weasleys, but she hadn’t. she even regards ginny weasley as a little sister and was invited to one of ginny’s infamous slumber parties. okay, she might have a little crush on him for his joke-ish nature, but it’s nothing she can’t get over. he’s out of her league, for sure, she thinks. and terribly rude. she doesn’t understand why she still harbours those feelings for him. maybe because that time adrian pucey was mocking her for her ‘blood purity’ he stood up for her. or that time she hurt herself at quidditch and fred stayed up with her bandaging her wound. he cared when it mattered, she guesses. 

“i’m sure they would love you there.”

“fat chance,” she scoffs, “have a good night!”

she goes to her own dormitory up the stairs. she’s well known in gryffindor house, but for different reasons than the twins may be. although she’s close with angie and alicia, she’s not close with the twins. mainly because she’s always studying, playing quidditch, and doing prefect things. 

being on a quidditch team with fred weasley is bearable. mainly because she’s the captain. 

she’s stopped by a large hand on her shoulder. the owner of the hand swivels and suddenly a grinning fred is revealed. 

“where’re you going?” fred weasley’s annoying voice pronounces. 

“the sahara desert,” she snaps back dryly, “you’re in the way of my world exploration.”

“am i, really?”

“‘course,” she reigns her attitude in, “nice night, isn’t it?”

“for you? never.”

she scowls. fred watches in utter amusement as she takes a deep breath and charmingly smiles. 

“dearest freddie, will you please allow me to get to my dorm so i can have some sleep?”

fred’s heart skips a little at the nickname but shakes his head. 

“what’s the password?”

y/n sighs. “i don’t know. y/n is a blackhead. googly eyes. whatevers.”

fred lets out a loud laugh. y/n finds herself trying hard not to laugh with him. 

she turns around, ready to find her hufflepuff friend that has a spare bed in their dormitory, knowing fred is really stubborn.

“that’s not the password.”

“well, good night.” she walks off, before intensely diving in a style harry potter himself would be proud of, onto the stairs and running up the dorms laughing. 

fred stands at the bottom of the stairs, dumbfounded, his jaw hanging open. 

“close your mouth, flies will be caught,” he heard the giggling voice of y/n.

“close yours and you’ll look better,” he insults back. 

“oh shut up. we know i’m the prettier one. and that’s saying something.”

the next morning, fred and george wake up to presents, a rowdy common room, and a nice cake sitting waiting for them on the gryffindor table. 

for the first time, y/n takes a seat opposite them, her eyes alight with the familiar mischief they always held. she steals glances at the professors, who were beaming down with interest, as if they shared an inside joke. draco malfoy has an odd smirk on his pale face. 

all eyes are on them as they cut open the cake. with a bang, fireworks come flying out of the cake in all directions, sending crumbs and icing flying in the air and leaving soot on the twin’s faces. their ginger hair is covered neatly with white icing and the fireworks continue for a calamitous five minutes. everyone’s too busy laughing and trying to dodge the flying cake to see that y/n l/n and draco malfoy are laughing quietly in a corner together, both with spells like umbrellas. 

fred’s eyes, however, are trained on y/n, who’s rolling over in laughter. he quickly casts a scourgify on himself and george, and strides casually over to her and malfoy, the usual lazy smirk on his face as he hears ‘draco ohmygosh that was the best. your cake decos are on point! d’ya think he’ll ever bully me again?’. that confirms his suspicions. she did play this prank on him. and it makes him feel fuzzy inside.

his face then contorts into a frown. she thinks he bullies her? 

“i wouldn’t say he bullies you, y/n.”

he smiles. never mind.

“but it isss! i can assure you, there is absolutely nothing nice ‘bout being called a frame!”

fred snorts at the time y/n had been gushing adorably over a picture frame that was embellished with gold and bronze flowers to angelina. he had went over and in an attempt to catch her attention, said ‘you’re a frame’.

sure, he was good at flirting, but not to the girls he really really liked. 

“that’s fucking funny,” malfoy laughs. 

“oh shut it draco, your face is funny. but yeah, i should probably ask him to start fresh.”

he decides to interrupt their conversation. 

“ask who to start fresh?” he butts in. 

y/n doesn’t even look surprised, “in fact, you, fred, because i’m not really sure if i’ve done anything wrong to you or anything, and by my memory i don’t think i have and you keep being rude and stuff. if i have, i’m really sorry for it and i’m sorry that i hurt you and all. if we can y’know, start over, and maybe be friends?” she catches the unreadable look in fred’s eyes and hesitates, “or maybe not, that’s okay, we don’t need to!” she gives a small laugh, “er, sorry for ever bringing it up?”

the earnestness of her tone and the wistful look in her eyes makes fred fall a little harder. ever since he saw her nervously fiddling with her robes in first year, he’s been smitten. 

there’s a silence. malfoy has slipped off, the sneaky bastard. 

fred simply takes y/n’s hand, giving her a look as if to ask for permission. 

she swallows and nods. 

they’re in the courtyard, which is sunny and light. flowers are blooming everywhere. 

“can i kiss you?” fred asks.

y/n’s eyebrows go up. “what?”

“can i kiss you?” fred repeats patiently. 

“as in kiss? k-i-s-s?” y/n asks, eyes wide with suspicion and curiosity.

“yep,” he chuckles, “crazy, aren’t i?”

“yeah, you’re crazy.”

“really? can i kiss you?”

“i’ve never really kissed anyone.”

“i guessed that.”

her eyebrows furrowed in hurt, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“i’ll tell you if you let me kiss you.”

“there better be a good reason because i was saving it for someone special.”

“i need a yes, love.”

she huffs, “yes.” she won’t tell him that she has a crush on him, because to be honest, she still isn’t sure if this is a prank or not.

she surprised when fred tilts her head up ever so gently, a smile on his face.

this kiss is short and sweet. he tastes like cinnamon.

when they’ve let go, fred notices the light pink dusted over her cheeks. he smirks. 

“you have to tell me why you thought i’ve never kissed anyone,” she said, eyes flashing in deep thought.

“such a beautiful person as you does not deserve kisses from anyone.”

“...” 

fred took this as a sign to go on. “the reason i’ve always teased you endlessly is because i want your attention. i didn’t think you’d give it to me any other way. if you haven’t noticed, i’m in love with you. i think you’re absolutely beautiful, both ways. i love it when you frown and get annoyed, even if you rarely do, i love it when you study so hard your face makes this really concentrated look. i love it especially when you laugh and smile and joke and play pranks. even if they’re on me.”

“...” she was studying his movements. inside her brain, a frenzy was going on. part of her brain- the ever so optimistic part, was screaming happily, and the logical part was using body language to analyse whether he was lying or not.

eyes? their honey brown colour was glistening with affection and truth, an expression so dainty on his face. 

a quaint little smile was on his lips, a small one, a genuine one. it was different to all the other smiles she’d seen him smile. 

he wasn’t acting, she decided. if he was, he should take up a job in broadway. 

“y/n?”

her brows were furrowed. she’d never been confessed to as genuinely as this before. 

if they started this type of relationship would he still be mean and insult her all the time?

“i-i need time. to figure this out.”

he doesn’t look disappointed, she thinks. instead he looks down at her with... adoration?

“of course, sweetness, anything, i’ll wait for you.”

she smiles, “thank you, freddie.” 

☆

it’s been a few days since fred’s confessed to her. she’s still unsure if he was joking or not. why?

at this moment, she’s watching him giggle with angelina johnson. it seems like he’s forgotten everything and anything. he’s gotten closer to her. maybe he’s lost feelings for y/n? she can’t blame angie, she’s a wonderful girl. if he likes her, that’s fine too. suddenly her feelings for him become very clear. she like-likes him. and it’s a bit too late.

but maybe he doesn’t like angie in that way? maybe he’s still into her? 

y/n knows molly weasley raises her children with patience. she should trust that fred’s waiting for her. 

but then again, she’s never gonna be as special as angie johnson. she’s just a ever so polite and outgoing nerd. someone who’s foolish enough to prank. angie’s smart, confident and funny and terribly patient. and effortlessly beautiful. she’s got the true gryffindor touch. and angie’s been one of fred’s best friends since day one. she’s always gonna be number 1. 

that’s ok. she’ll accept it. she likes angie anyway. it was probably a joke anyway. 

she couldn’t be jealous, just a bit dismayed that it wasn’t genuine. whatever, she thinks. we can just go back to how we were before. or not. 

and it’s relatively easy. they never really saw much of each other anyway. she’ll get over this tiny little liking. 

it’ll just be like normal. none of this happened. none of it. she grimaces bitterly, damning fred for his stupid games. should’ve known this was another of his pranks. but his acting though, certainly very good. 

she smiles to herself.

“knock it off, y/n, you’re here to learn, not to love.”

and that answer, is satisfactory. 

she gets up from her spot on the gryffindor table rather abruptly, saying goodbye to her friends, and makes her way to the kitchens. she knows she won’t be alone, she’ll talk to hansel and gretel, the twins that cook with the house elves every dinner.

they’re cleaning up as she walks in, book in hand. 

“hi hans, g!” she calls, as she rolls up the sleeves of her sweater to help them with the dishes. 

“y/n!” gretel gives her a hug with soapy arms and y/n giggles.

“how are both of you?” y/n asks. 

“good, good, potions though...” hansel trails off and they all laugh.

“potions is always like that,” y/n agrees, “it’s supposed to be really hard for newts, so you can’t really blame the subject.”

“i’m thinking of dropping divination,” gretel says.

“yeah, that’s wise, gretel buns,” hansel teases and gretel scowls. 

“divination is an easy subject, gretel, you just need to make random stuff up. i saw this weird bear thing in polly’s tea leaves, it wasn’t in the textbook. i told trelawney it was a symbol that a stranger would come and whip polly off her feet, with a whip the colour of the rarest german emeralds, leaving her absolutely smitten. i got full marks,” y/n laughs. 

they laugh too, and soon a light flowing conversation is shared over cups of hot chocolate. 

this is repeated for quite a few days and y/n even invites polly, marla and lenox, her best friends, to join. it’s a delicate, nice kind of week, one that suits her current struggles. 

when the weekends roll around, hansel and gretel suggest that they all sit at the hufflepuff table. they share jokes and quips over the food, y/n reading a book as she bites happily into apple pie.

“pfft,” her lips upturn ever so slightly at the quote that the character makes. 

fred watches her from the gryffindor table, utterly confused. y/n’s been avoiding him. he sees the flashes of hurt that run through her eyes whenever she sees him, and the quick grin that’s far too fake that follows. she’s been reading a lot more and he never sees her anymore. 

he wonders what he’s doing wrong. so as he sees her walking with her friends to hogsmeade, he calls for her. 

“y/n!”

her friends giggle as they see him, but she gives him a fleeting glance and raises her eyebrows at them, shaking her head, before profusely apologising to each one of them.

she approaches him warily, with all practicality in mind. she leads with her heart, but her head protects her. 

fool me once, shame on you.

fool me twice, shame on me.

“you’ve been avoiding me,” he states.

“what would you expect?” she snaps, “isn’t this all a good laugh for you anyway?”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“you know what i mean, this was all a joke, wasn’t it? fooling my poor little heart which you know has a crush on you. my head simply won’t allow it. admit it, and we can both move on with our lives,” her tone is sharp and cold, her eyes burning with fury and hurt, “i may seem gullible, and i am,” she gave a short laugh, “but when i notice, don’t even try to lie.”

“this wasn’t a joke, love.”

“don’t call me that, and you and i both know it is. your acting though, absolutely superb!” 

“what makes you think this was a prank, y/n? you were the one who asked for time.”

“yes, and the time made me realise that i had feelings for you despite all the teasing AND the fact you couldn’t possibly be genuine!” y/n says exasperatedly, her fury dissolving quickly, “you looked so in place with angie and everyone that it’s so obviously some sort of fun thing you did to try to get back at me!”

“angie?”

“a-and everyone else.”

“angie?” fred’s eyes were amused.

“you know, angelina, as in johnson.”

“angie?”

y/n shrugs, “you did bring her to the yule ball last year.”

“angie??!!!” fred was full on smirking now, as if trying to receive a real response. 

“i think you like her, okay?! are we done here? i’d very much like a good book from f&b,” y/n sighs. 

“i’ll accompany you to flourish and botts. why would you think i like her? didn’t i just confess to you?”

“yeah but it seemed kinda...” y/n trails off, not wanting her insecurities to come off as compliment fishing, “kinda far-fetched.”

“meaning?” fred knows exactly what she means.

“you know!” 

“oh but i don’t,” he smiles innocently.

“well, you’re you!” 

“is that supposed to be an insult?” he asks, faking a look of hurt rather well as y/n looks alarmed. 

“no, no, as in, you’re nice to look at, and you’ve always insulted me and been so nice and cool to everyone. are you for real?”

“nice to look at?” a cocky grin is on his face now, much more noticeable than the slight blush that was creeping up his face.

“is that the only thing you could pick up?” 

“nice to look at? what’s up with me repeating myself today?”

y/n lets out an agitated sigh. he doesn’t know, he’s blunt and straightforward. she likes cushioning her words.

“y’know, handsome? good looking?”

“my middle names.” another smirk to conceal the blushing. 

y/n smiles. “of course, everyone knows it.”

it makes fred uncomfortable. her light tone is a bit menacing too. 

“only joking.”

“i’m sure everyone does know it, darling.”

y/n is too busy looking at the dog that passes by to hear him, rambling quietly to herself over the cute scottish terrier.

“sorry, what was that?”

“aren’t i cuter than the dog?”

“nup.”

“really?” fred casually slings an arm over y/n’s shoulders, having to stoop a little lower to reach her.

“i think so.”

“well i’ll tell you something love, i think you’re absolutely stunning.”

“some love potion you’re on.”

“uh huh, the love potion is called love, sweetness.”

“so you’re for real?”

“as real as you and me.”

“you’re cheesy. this isn’t a prank right?”

“not at all, i love you.”

“i-i don’t think i love you just yet, but i think it’s possible,” y/n bites her lip, anxiously awaiting his response.

she tilts her head to look at him. 

he’s beaming. he looks more handsome than ever, a sweet smile etched on his face as he looks down at her in utter adoration.

“you have a crush on me!” he pulls her into a hug and giggles like a little girl, kissing the top of her head.

she’s engulfed by the smell of burning wood and cinnamon and immediately feels safe in his strong arms. 

“how’d you say we go on a date? so i can show how sorry i am for all the times i called you googly eyes and played pranks on you.”

“i’ll check to see if the girls are okay with it,” y/n replies, turning her head to see her friends. they’re gone. 

“they are. i asked them to shoo off before i approached you. is that a yes?”

y/n nods, “of course, freddie.”

“i love you.”

she laughs, “you really are april’s fool.”

“i’m your april’s fool.” 

he buries his nose in the crook of her neck to stop her from seeing his blushing red face. 

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HEyY!!! How are you? Could i request a HC for the tweels, ace, sebek, and malleus with a shy but athletic s/o who always runs away from them whenever they're nearby. And just for shist n giggles, make s/o jump out a window to avoid them also-- pdokbgvgftgybuh THIS Is A WEIrd ASK, BUT UHHHHHHHH IDK YANNO??

It’s not too weird haha, I actually quite enjoyed this idea 🤣 Hope you’ll like the headcanons!

Floyd

“Is Little Shrimp playing a game? Then I’ll play too!”

He gives chase when you run, finding it amusing - someone notices Floyd energetically going around and asks him what’s up

“Azul…? I’m looking for Shrimpy!” “I see… Are they aware you’re pursuing them?” “Dunno, but I'll squeeze 'em once I catch up~”

Yeah, Azul probably knows about your crush and shyness, but doesn’t bother interfering with Floyd’s good mood. If he did it’d mean one less waiter for today’s dinner rush.

Instead he flashes the Leech Twin a smile. “Good luck!”

It’s a surprise when you jump out of the window, but Floyd adds on to it by taking a running start and following suit.

“Whoa! Y/N, what- Floyd, no!”

“Annnd they’re gone.” “He can’t tell Y/N is running from him, can he?” “Who knows? I don’t think he cares either way… Man, professor Crewel’s gonna be pissed.”

Jade

At first Jade thought you were nervous around him because of intimidation or fear, but soon considers that there might be a different reason behind your behavior…

He has his fun sneaking up on you. “Good afternoon, Y/N.” “J-Jade?!” “Yes, how- They’re gone. This was even quicker than last time, fufu…”

Yes, he’s taken to keeping a timer on him and marking your fastest records for fun. Floyd calls him weird for not just catching you since he probably could, but Jade just smiles and says this was more interesting.

He continues to observe you for a bit, but even he was taken off-guard when you leaped out of the classroom window that day as if your life depended on it.

Well if his interest wasn’t piqued before, it certainly was now… Jade might just have to plan a meeting with you sometime soon. One that you won’t be able to evade, even with your physical prowess.

Ace

Ace wants/tries to talk things out but you always manage to run away before he gets the chance to (and dammit, how are you so fast? He usually stops chasing you halfway through once he realizes it’s a lost cause.)

“What the… I just want to talk about whatever the problem is! Why’s Y/N avoiding me so much?” “Maybe the prefect got tired of you.” “Maybe ya need to give ‘em some tuna.” “Not helping!”

He’s not even sure why he’s so agitated about this

Ace might ask around for advice but everyone’s inputs are either irrelevant or too cringey to bother with.

He eventually decides to leave you be and give you some space, but three days in you guys were having class and got partnered together.

Then you jump out the window upon meeting his gaze - that was the last straw. No more avoiding the issue or holding back! Ace leaps out and follows after you: this was gonna be resolved today!

Sebek

The guy barely realizes that you’re avoiding him at first, instead too busy worrying about your stunts and if you’d get hurt from them.

“Even if Y/N is athletic it is good to exercise caution! What if they sustained an injury from jumping out of that window?!”

Tries to talk to you about it because your actions sometimes causes disruptions and there’s a chance that Malleus could be caught up in the ruckus.

Which just makes the situation worse, since you’re too shy to face him and just books it whenever he calls out to you.

Sebek finds out that you only run from him, which brings a new string of concerns - maybe he’s offended you somehow? Now he wants to find you even more to figure out what’s wrong.

Someone helps out upon noticing that Sebek seemed a little down, maybe suggesting ways for him to reach out to you or passing on a message.

Malleus

Malleus thought that your friendship was going well, but then you start evading him in an almost panicked fashion...

He tries to shrug it off at first; maybe this was just a temporary phase.

Then he enters the library one day and sees you there. Malleus was contemplating between approaching you or not when he hears the sudden creak of a window opening.

You jump out of it, not before nervously glancing in his direction

Your face looked a little red as well - were you mad at him? Have you started to hate him? Or perhaps he’s done something to make you avoid him?

Malleus gets a little down about this, but decides against pestering you and potentially making things worse.

It’s up to Lilia or one of the others to help (a sulky fae prince is never a motivating sight to see) - it quickly becomes clear that you were shy and crushing on him, so the situation should be resolved soon enough with a little push or two.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst spoilers #twst scenarios #twst headcanons #twst writing #twst x reader #twst reader insert #twst floyd #twst jade #twst ace #twst sebek #twst malleus #twst request #ace trappola #sebek zigvolt #malleus draconia #jade leech #floyd leech #disney twisted wonderland #request completed #storm writings #blooms

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Chapter Seventeen: Resolutions.

"So here's the plan," Mel whispered to Hermione as they followed Hagrid deeper into the forest, "if things get out of control, make sure everyone goes back safely and I obliviate them as soon as we reach the castle..."

"Don't be stupid," Hermione said. "Now's not the time for jokes. Oh, I really hope Hagrid knows what he's doing!"

"Gather roun', gather roun'," said Hagrid. "Now, they'll be attracted by the smell o' the meat but I'm goin' ter give 'em a call anyway, 'cause they'll like ter know it's me..."

He let out a high-pitched shout and everyone stood there in anxious silence waiting to see what would happen. Mel's ears picked up the sound of dead leaves crunching, even though no one seemed to be moving. She heard a quiet huff and a few branches breaking.

"Why doesn't Hagrid call again?" Ron whispered beside her.

She felt someone press against her and she jumped lightly, Neville had found his way towards her and now was tightly gripping her arm. He was staring at some point a few feet away from them. That's when she remembered something from the first night back in the castle, when Harry had mentioned something about... what was it? A horse?

She turned to look at him, Harry was eagerly looking around, trying to see if someone else was noticing. Mel spoke up.

"What are they?" It had been a long time since she'd heard her own voice sounding so frightened.

"Oh, an' here comes another one!" Hagrid exclaimed. "Now... put yer hands up, who can see 'em?"

A total of three people raised their hands. Neville, Harry, and a Slytherin boy.

"Yeah... yeah, I knew you'd be able ter, Harry," Hagrid grumbled. "An' you too, Neville, eh? An' —"

"Excuse me, but what exactly are we supposed to be seeing?" Malfoy sneered.

Mel watched the meat Hagrid had thrown onto the grass as it was ripped off piece by piece by some invisible creature, Parvati gasped.

"What's doing it? What's eating it?" She asked in terror.

"Thestrals," said Hagrid. "Hogwarts has got a whole herd of 'em in here. Now, who knows — ?"

"But they're really, really unlucky!" Parvati exclaimed. "They're supposed to bring all sorts of horrible misfortune on people who see them. Professor Trelawney told me once —"

"No, no, no! Tha's jus' superstition, that is, they aren' unlucky, they're dead clever an' useful! 'Course, this lot don' get a lot o' work, it's mainly jus' pullin' the school carriages unless Dumbledore's takin' a long journey an' don' want ter Apparate — an' here's another couple, look —"

Parvati yelped. "I think I felt something, I think it's near me!"

"Don' worry, it won' hurt yeh," Hagrid smiled. "Righ', now, who can tell me why some o' you can see them an' some can't?" Hermione raised a hand. "Go on then."

"The only people who can see thestrals are people who have seen death."

Mel should've known that a creature with such fame had to be related to death. Still, far from scared, Mel was intrigued, she knew what it would take to be able to see them, and yet, part of her wished she could.

"Tha's exactly right. Ten points ter Gryffindor. Now, thestrals —"

"Hem, hem." An unpleasant tension settled on Mel's shoulders. Umbridge had arrived. "Hem, hem."

"Oh hello!" Hagrid beamed.

"You received the note I sent to your cabin this morning? Telling you that I would be inspecting your lesson?"

Mel didn't like the way Umbridge talked to him, she clenched her fists and took a deep breath.

"Oh yeah! Glad yeh found the place all righ'! Well, as you can see — or, I dunno — can you? We're doin' thestrals today —"

"I'm sorry?" Umbridge dramatically leaned forward and put a hand on her ear. "What did you say?"

Mel gripped the hand that Neville kept firmly around her forearm.

"Er — thestrals!" Hagrid repeated loudly. "Big — er — winged horses, yeh know!"

Hagrid flapped his arms as if they were wings, Umbridge quickly started to write that down.

"'has... to... resort... to... crude... sign... language...'"

"Well... anyway..." said Hagrid, blushing a little. "Erm... what was I sayin'?"

"'Appears... to... have... poor... short... term... memory...'"

She hadn't been so rude to any of the other teachers and Mel was wondering exactly why was she giving Hagrid such a terrible time when it came to her. Of course, she hated Hagrid, at this point everyone knew he was a half-giant and Umbridge was the biggest piece of racist rubbish she'd ever met, she wanted to get rid of him.

"Please continue teaching as usual. I am going to walk" She pretended to walk. "among the students... and ask them questions."

"Neville," Mel whispered. "I need you to let go of my arm."

"Why?"

"Because if I blow up, I don't want to get you in trouble," She growled.

"Do you find that you are able to understand Professor Hagrid when he talks?" Umbridge asked out loud to Pansy.

"No... because... well... it sounds... like grunting a lot of the time..." Pansy was shaking with silent laughter.

"Don't do it, Mel!" Neville warned her. "If you get in trouble you won't be able to attend the D.A. this week!"

"Er... yeah... good stuff abou' thestrals. Well, once they're tamed, like this lot, yeh'll never be lost again. 'Mazin' senses o' direction, jus' tell 'em where yeh want ter go —"

"Assuming they can understand you, of course," said Malfoy.

Mel made a movement to reach for her wand and Neville gripped her arm with unexpected strength. That caught Umbridge attention, she walked up to them with a smile.

"You can see the thestrals, Longbottom, can you? Whom did you see die?"

"That's a personal question," Mel replied. "I don't think Neville has to answer that if he doesn't want to."

Umbridge raised a brow with disinterest.

"You can't see them, Miss Dumbledore, am I correct? Well, at least that's one mental detriment we don't have to worry about in you..."

"Excuse m—" Mel started, but Neville was quick to step in.

"My grandad," He retorted. "That's whom I saw..."

"And what do you think of them?" Umbridge acted like her insult to Mel hadn't happened.

"Erm," Neville glanced between Mel and Hagrid. "Well, they're... er... okay..."

"'Students... are... too... intimidated... to... admit... they... are... frightened...'" muttered Umbridge, scribbling it down furiously.

"No!" Neville frowned. "No, I'm not scared of them — !"

"It's quite all right," Umbridge patted Neville's shoulder and Mel glared at the woman wishing she could do something. "Well, Hagrid, I think I've got enough to be getting along with... You will receive... the results of your inspection... in ten days' time."

She lifted all her fingers, smiling in that cold way of hers.

"I'm sorry," Neville mumbled next to her. "I didn't want to..."

"It wasn't your fault," Mel said roughly. Neville flinched, and she immediately softened her tone, reaching up to place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze a little. "You did nothing wrong, Nev."

"That foul, lying, twisting old gargoyle! You see what she's up to? It's her thing about half-breeds all over again — she's trying to make out Hagrid's some kind of dim-witted troll, just because he had a giantess for a mother — and oh, it's not fair, that really wasn't a bad lesson at all — I mean, all right, if it had been Blast-Ended Skrewts again, but thestrals are fine — in fact, for Hagrid, they're really good!" Hermione rambled as they made their way back to the castle.

"Umbridge said they're dangerous," said Ron.

"What does that bitter fat rat knows about magical creatures?" Mel spat. "I'm with Hagrid here, those are all superstitions..."

"Well, it's like Hagrid said, they can look after themselves," Hermione nodded in agreement, "and I suppose a teacher like Grubbly-Plank wouldn't usually show them to us before N.E.W.T. level, but, well, they are very interesting, aren't they? The way some people can see them and some can't! I wish I could."

"Do you?" Harry asked carefully.

Hermione winced.

"Oh Harry — I'm sorry — no, of course I don't — that was a really stupid thing to say —"

"It's okay, don't worry..."

"I'm surprised so many people could see them," said Ron. "Three in a class —"

"Neville was extremely sweet, helping Hagrid out and trying to keep me away from detention," Mel lowered her gaze, her fists tightly closed. "I'm so sick of that woman..."

"Weasley, we were just wondering," Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were walking up to them. "D'you reckon if you saw someone snuff it you'd be able to see the Quaffle better?"

"That's rich coming from you,  you puny ferret— Did the beating Harry and George gave you whipped the memories of your lack of skill?"

Malfoy's smile faltered a bit, but it didn't vanish.

"Moody, are we?" He said. "I'd be too if I were losing my marbles..."

Ron made an attempt to move but Hermione and Harry held him back. Mel glared at the Slytherins as they walked past them.

"One day," She said through gritted teeth. "One day I'll get him... and Umbridge too."

"Peeves, this is my last warning!" Mel warned as the poltergeist attempted to strangle Ron with tinsel. "Go away or I'll make a fanged frisbee follow you for the rest of the year!"

Peeves stuck out his tongue but flew out of the Great Hall anyway. She was helping with the Christmas decorations, Flitwick had asked the prefects to lend a hand and so Ron and Hermione had been expected as well as Erick, though he had to keep his distance. Mel noticed he was more tired and jumpy than usual.

"You know, I have to admit it," Hermione said as she handed a few fairy lights to her. "I was worried about you dating Fred— Thought you'd get out of control, but you're getting better!"

"What do you mean?"

"She means you don't fight people as much as you used to," Ron replied bluntly. "By people, she means Harry."

"Yeah well, we don't talk at all," Mel shrugged. "Can we not discuss this? I don't feel comfortable discussing my love life..."

"I don't love talking about you snogging one of my brothers either," Ron scoffed. "Can't say I hadn't seen this coming though, I knew this would happen, Fred and George always flirt with you..."

"They flirt with everyone," She clarified. "They even tried to flirt his way out of detention with McGonagall once."

"That was different," Ron rolled his eyes. "They were joking then, with you it was clearly intentional."

"Clear, was it?" Mel snorted. "How come you're suddenly an expert?"

"I've always been good at it when it comes to you and my brothers," He replied matter-of-factly. "You were really obvious."

"You want to talk about obvious?" She glanced at Hermione to make sure she was distracted. "You really want to go there, Ronnie? I can list all the times you've been obvious..."

Ron's eyes widened.

"Either way," He quickly changed the subject. "Hermione's right. You're in a better mood now, and if dating my brother does that to you, then I have no problem with it."

"How kind of you," The girl replied distractedly

"You and I," Ginny sat down in front of her. "We're trying for the Quidditch team."

Mel choked on her pumpkin juice.

"What gave you that idea?"

"You have pent-up anger and being able to push someone out of their broom might help," Ginny smirked.

Mel lowered the book she'd been reading and thought about it. Hadn't she dreamed about trying out for the team a year prior? Well, yeah, but only because Harry said she could be a great addition. It didn't mean she was good... but it didn't hurt to try, though.

"Dunno, Ginny," She bit her lip. "I have so much to do already..."

"C'mon!" The girl insisted. "How many times have we stayed up till late talking about it? I know it's not exactly how we planned it, but we can't give away our chance!"

Hadn't she said she would find a way to get back at Malfoy and Umbridge? This was her chance, she could drag Malfoy's butt on the field.

"Oh, all right," Mel groaned. "But not a word of this to anyone! I don't want more people breathing on my neck, I have enough with them waiting to catch me and Fred snogging in the halls!"

"It's kind of weird how you never kiss," Ginny mentioned, a little giggle escaping her lips. "Never thought Fred wasn't into public displays of affection..."

"Oh, he is," Mel raised a brow. "But I refuse to give a show."

Most people were rendered speechless with Ginny's display, she had a natural talent. When it was her turn, Angelina asked what place she wanted.

"Er..." Mel shrugged. "I guess beater would be okay?"

"Really?" Angelina frowned. "You and Ginny are small and not too strong... the both of you are great options to be seekers."

"I suppose that's true," Mel looked back at her friend, who was watching from the stands. "Well, if you take both of us we can take turns to be seekers and beaters."

She'd meant that as a joke, but Angelina's eyes shone with excitement.

"You're right I could. You don't need to be all muscle to be a beater, you just need to have a decent aim... Okay, Mel, show me what you got and I might consider your idea."

First, she tried her skills as seeker and released the snitch at the other side of the field, throwing golf balls to distract her and see if she'd lose sight of the golden orb, but it was hard to miss its glint between a bunch of white dirty balls. She did this a total of four times. Nothing too impressive, two times the snitch was close to escaping, but she put up a good fight.

Then she was placed in the beater position, she was a bit clumsier with the bat and she didn't have the deathly aim George and Fred had, but she figured she could develop a decent one with time. It was up to Angelina though, Mel could only hope she hadn't looked like a complete idiot.

"Okay, gather round!" Angelina called after a few minutes.

Ginny and Mel stood side by side, holding hands and squeezing.

"Thank you all for coming," Angelina continued. "I've made a decision. It's my duty to choose those that did it best..."

Mel held her breath, already thinking about how the twins were going to tease her once they'd found out she'd been rejected.

"WE MADE IT!" Ginny was jumping around happily.

Mel was elated, she laughed loudly and let her friend do all the noise. She still couldn't believe she wasn't dreaming, she was part of the Quidditch team!

Officially, Ginny had the Seeker spot and Mel was beater along with Jack Sloper, but Ginny promised to take turns even if Mel had insisted on letting her take the spot completely.

"It's better this way," Ginny discussed. "If we practice in both, we'll be brilliant in more than one way!"

Mel was still flushed red and sweaty when she walked into the castle, she couldn't wait to find the twins and tell them the news...

"I'll go grab us something to eat on our the way to the D.A. meeting, keep going!" Ginny turned around and rushed to the Great Hall.

Mel kept walking, an easy-going smile on her face as she replayed the events of that morning, she felt herself floating, happier than she'd felt in weeks. Things were starting to get better, she was popular, and now she was part of the team, what else could she—

"Erick?" She watched as the boy appeared around the corner, his eyes glued to the parchment on his hands. "Erick, you won't guess what just happened!"

Forgetting all about discretion, Mel ran up to him ready to talk about the tryouts. Then, as she got closer, she noticed his face was strangely pale, and he was shaking.

"What's wrong?"

The boy looked up to her but his eyes were lacking their usual presence. His gaze was absent, when he opened his mouth to speak, nothing came out. Erick cleared his throat and tried again.

"I... I just got this," He said. "During lunch... I went to the owlery to send a letter to Joseph... though probably my parents sent a letter to my aunt as well..."

"What is it?" She insisted.

Erick blinked furiously, and it was then she realized he was trying not to cry.

"I... I have to..." He cleared his throat again and shook his head. "My grandad, he..."

"I'm sorry," She said, skimming through the contents of the letter in shock. "I don't know what to say..."

"Mel!" Ginny appeared again, holding two sandwiches. "There you are! C'mon, we need to hurry!"

Mel gave a start, but Ginny didn't seem to notice Erick as she ran up to her and caught her arm, dragging her away from the boy. Mel barely had time to return the letter before Ginny pulled harder.

"What are you doing? Hurry, the meeting starts in five minutes!"

Mel was going to protest and go back to the boy, she looked over her shoulder to call his name and realized he was gone, she didn't know how he'd managed to disappear so quickly. She let Ginny take her away, thinking that tomorrow she would hopefully have the right words to comfort him.

When they arrived at the room of requirement Mel had finished eating even though it all had tasted like cardboard. She was no longer excited for her new position as a beater, and she wanted nothing but to end the meeting so she could go and look for her friend. He needed her.

"Okay," Harry started. "I thought this evening we should just go over the things we've done so far because it's the last meeting before the holidays and there's no point starting anything new right before a three-week break. What d'you think, Mel?"

"Hmm?" She looked up, desperately trying to remember what the hell Harry'd been saying. "Yeah, that's fine..." She replied absently, Harry stared at her with a small frown.

"We're not doing anything new?" Zacharias Smith asked in annoyance. "If I'd known that, I wouldn't have come..."

"We're all really sorry Harry and Mel didn't tell you, then," said Fred.

"We can practice in pairs," Harry continued, realizing Mel wasn't going to be helpful that night. "We'll start with the Impediment Jinx, just for ten minutes, then we can get out the cushions and try Stunning again."

While the group divided into pairs, Harry pulled her away from the crowd discretely.

"Mel," He repeated, his tone urgent. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," She blinked. "I just... I ran into Erick a few minutes ago..."

"Did he upset you?" Harry scowled. "What did he do?"

"Nothing," She grabbed his hand and pulled it away from her. "He got a letter this morning... his Grandad... I just need a moment, I'll be fine."

"...You can leave if you want."

"They need me here."

"You need a break."

"Look who's talking," Mel said defensively. "Why do you care, anyway? You've been ignoring me for weeks, please continue."

Harry stepped back taken by her sudden outburst.

"Fine," He eyed her up, then added carefully, "...I heard you got a place on the team. That's excellent."

"Yeah," She said shortly. "I'm a Beater, like my mum."

"Angelina said you and Ginny were taking turns to be seekers. You'll be wonderful, I'm sure."

He was trying to be polite, he could see she was in distress and wanted to distract her, even if she was doing all in her power to upset him. Harry had to stop a groan from falling out of his lips, he had no idea of how to talk to her now, it was as if they no longer knew each other.

"You know," The boy continued over her silence, not knowing why he was trying so hard to cheer her up. "They've come a long way, haven't they? I think we're making a difference, even if it didn't look like it at first..."

Her eyes landed on Neville as he successfully managed to freeze Ron in place for a second time. She thought back on the little shy thing he used to be, and how confident he looked then. A small glimmer of optimism peeked through Mel's sense of hopelessness, and somehow, Harry felt it too.

"Yeah..." She smiled lightly. "I think you may be right..."

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HPHM April Prompts 2021: Day 7: When Your Reflection Plots Against You (Part 3)

What is this, a crossover episode?

Okay, so funny story! The end to the story I’ve been doing recently and today’s prompt are about the same thing, so I sort of have to have them both be the thing for today because yeah! Part 1/3 Part 2/3

Anyway, onto...

Prompt 7: MC’s First Kiss

When Matthew finally came to, he had a pounding headache. He pushed himself up with the guitar case, getting back onto his face, before noticing the mirror. He wasn’t in it. Of course, Matthew thought, I’m the reflection now. He looked behind him, hoping to see where that light had come from. There was nothing. Apart from him, the bathroom was empty. Suddenly, he heard a door creak. On the other side of the mirror, in the real world, Charlie Weasley had walked in. Matthew moved towards the mirror.

“Charlie!” he tried, but to no avail, “Charlie!” 

But there was nothing. It was like he was a ghost. Actually, I’m less than a ghost now. He sighed, moving back towards the guitar case. With nothing else to do, he picked up the instrument and slung it onto his back, before leaving the boys’ toilets. It occurred to him that he needed to find Edwin before he did anything too embarrassing, or before he got to his friends.

It was bizarre to see the halls of Hogwarts empty, but with all the same buzz of people moving up and down. It was rather like there being a conversation happening in the other room, but you couldn’t for the life of you find that room. He tried to marshal his thoughts as to where Edwin would go with his body. The lake, obviously, he thought to himself. But something rather strange happened to this alternate Hogwarts as Matthew approached the school grounds. What should have been the quidditch lesson area and the whomping willow, and the Forbidden Forest, was instead an inky black void, with large tubes of light jutting into it from various windows. It was solid, and Matthew couldn’t pass through it. A good way away he could see the grass around the Black Lake.

“So I can’t go anywhere that isn’t reflected.” he deduced aloud. Matthew tried to relax his breathing. This was just another riddle, and he would have to solve it. And for that, he’d need to focus.

“Shut up, Barnaby!”

Matthew twisted around, noticing the images of Merula, Ismelda and Barnaby hanging in the air through a small shield-shaped window. A Prefect’s badge, Matthew thought before leaning in to take a closer look.

“What is it?” Barnaby asked quietly.

“I just...I thought I heard him...” Merula said, her violet eyes scanning the corridor.

“Who?” asked Ismelda, irritated at having to stop.

“Luther, of course!” she snapped. Matthew’s eyes widened. “He was saying something about reflections...”

“Yes, I’m over here!” Matthew yelled. He didn’t care how it had happened, he was just happy that it did.

Merula moved up and down the corridor. “Luther, where the hell are you?!”

Ismelda and Barnaby watched, both very much confused by all of this.

Matthew felt relief wash over him. “Merula, I’m-”

“I’m right here.” came his own voice. Coming into view from the side of the badge was Edwin, wearing his body.

“Oh, there you are.” she said stiffly. Matthew watched as Edwin flicked his braceletless hand at the badge, and he knew he had placed a Silencing Charm on it. Matthew could only pray Merula could sniff Edwin out.

“What’s got you so happy?” she asked with a scowl on her face.

“Oh, nothing really...” Edwin said absentmindedly. “Anyway, what did you want?”

“W-What did I want?” she asked incredulously. “You’re the one who called me over!”

“I’m pretty sure I didn’t.” he said, shrugging. Matthew felt a surge of anger at him.

“Yes you did!” said Merula, exasperated.

Edwin cocked his head, then turned to the other two Slytherins, “Did either of you hear anything?”

“No, I didn’t.” said Ismelda.

“No, nothing.” said Barnaby. 

“Well, there you go.” Edwin concluded, “Maybe you’re hearing things.”

“I am not!” Merula yelled, going slightly red.

“Sure. Whatever.” he said, running a hand through Matthew’s hair, “So, you going down to the lake later?”

“W-What? No...” said Merula, confused. Barnaby, however, nodded.

“I am! It’s gonna be great fun!” he exclaimed.

“I don’t care.” Ismelda sneered.

“Mm, it’s just that everyone is going to be there. And I thought, seeing as you can’t go to Hogsmeade, you’d want to go to a party when you could.”

Matthew felt his heart break as he saw Merula’s expression. This wasn’t fair. Nobody treated his mortal enemy like this, especially not someone like Edwin.

“F-Fine, I’ll go.” Merula conceded. “C-Come on, you two.” They stepped into the inky void, Merula wearing an expression that Matthew knew all too well. Fear.

“You could have been a bit nicer, Matt.” came a voice. Matthew realised just which Prefect’s badge he was looking through. And Edwin had no idea.

“Oh...I guess I could.” he admitted, “But I got her to go to the party, and isn’t that what matters?”

“It does if she doesn’t actually want to go.” said Bill Weasley, “You of all people should know that.”

Edwin shrugged, before heading into the void too. Bill must have followed him, for the Prefect badge vanished too. He had to get to the lake quickly, and find Merula and tell her what was happening. From there, however, he was at a bit of a loss. Maybe if he got the book back and managed to reveal the ink, he could find a way to return to his body. That would explain why he didn’t want me to get the book back, he thought. But before all that, he had to actually get to the lake in the first place. He looked up at the tubes of light which splintered the void. Matthew grinned. He’d had an idea, and it wasn’t half bad. He headed up towards Ravenclaw tower at breakneck speed, avoiding the void that appeared in corridors with less mirrors. Eventually, he found his way up to the door to the Common Room. The Eagle knocker looked up at him.

“You are here, yet you are not here.” it said. “Curious. Now, I am at the start of every race, the end of every Bludger, and in the middle of Paris. What am I?”

Matthew thought for a moment, before smirking. “R.”

The eagle nodded, before the door opened.

“Hmm, that’s odd.” said Rowan,as Matthew came in. “ Wonder why the door’s opened...” Matthew sighed as he and the other Ravenclaws looked up and saw right through him.

“I’ll tell you when I get out, Rowan.” he said. There was no reaction. Matthew headed up to his dormitory, where he found his Cleansweep resting against his four-poster bed. He reached for it, hoping, and while his left hand went straight through it, his right hand gripped the wood, the silver bracelet’s carvings glowing as it happened. Matthew grinned, before looking back at the mirror. In it, he could see the Black Lake out the window. He also saw the Cleansweep floating in midair. This gave Matthew another idea. He crept back down to the Common Room, and saw the Ravenclaws’ expressions of pure shock at a floating broom.

“Hey, isn’t that Matthew’s Cleansweep?” said Andre. Matthew couldn’t help but grin as he twirled the broomstick in his hands, causing it to spin. Then, he started to back up into the boys’ dormitory. Rowan, Andre, Tulip and Talbott all followed it until they came to Matthew’s four poster bed. He used the broom to wave at the four, then tried to make a beckoning gesture. After that, he hopped on and flew out the window, leaving them flabbergasted as the pilotless broom headed towards the lake.

It was an odd sensation, flying down a thin strip of the Hogwarts grounds, going over a small fraction of the Whomping Willow, watching students blip in and out of existence. He sped down the hill until he was over the lake, when he noticed a large gathering of students reflected in the water near the shore. He saw that there was a table with food laid out before them. He slowly moved down a few yards away, landing his broom and resting it against a nearby tree. He couldn’t risk Edwin finding out he was here again. Matthew shook his head. He had hoped that third year would be a little less eventful than last year, though he should have known that this would be impossible. Rueing his bad luck, he headed towards the party, not registering four Ravenclaws show up behind him.

“I’m so glad you all made it!” he heard Penny cheer, as the party got underway. At least, it did in the waters of the Black Lake. Matthew, meanwhile, only had a few feet of ground to work with before it gave way to the void. He saw people enter and exit the darkness, until he finally saw Merula. He knew he couldn’t just talk to her, as much as he wanted to. No, he had to find another way. Then, it occurred to him that he had Edwin’s guitar on his back. He set it onto the floor and undid the zip on the leather, before pulling it open.

For an acoustic guitar, it was pretty impressive. It had several magical runes on the wood, and the strings were a brilliant blue, just like the ropes which had pulled him through the mirror. He silently thanked his father for being part of a band when he was younger and pulled out the guitar, putting the strap around his shoulder. Even from here, he could see Edwin moving everyone’s groups away from the lake, especially Merula’s. Matthew had been where she was several times before, feeling like everybody knew how to act at a party except for you. Matthew gritted his teeth,  moved towards the lake, both him and the guitar invisible, and started to play.

A A A A, D D, Em Em Em Em, D D…

***

Merula looked up, hearing the sounds of a guitar. It wasn’t a song she recognised, so she assumed it was some Muggle music. She could recognise the chords though. A A A A, D D, Em Em Em Em, D D… though she couldn’t see anyone playing. She walked through the students, ducking out of the way when she saw Matthew. He was talking with Chiara and Penny, but it didn’t look like how Matthew usually talked. Normally, he was reserved, quiet, a little hunched over. Not here. No, here it reminded her of some of the irritating sods in Preston’s gang. Merula scowled, before heading towards the music. Strangely enough, it seemed to be coming from inside the Lake… but that couldn’t be…

“Psst, Merula!”

She looked down into the water. There was her reflection, but next to it stood Matthew Luther, with a rune covered guitar.

“Don’t look at me!” he hissed, “Turn around and act like you don’t see me!”

Merula obeyed, turning on the spot. Secretly, she had been hoping for an explanation for his behaviour today; he had been amicable enough at first, but over the last few hours or so he had become rather cocky and boastful.

“Merula, that isn’t me.” he said, still playing the guitar, “That arse took my body!”

Her eyes widened. “He’s a changeling?!”

“If...if that’s what they’re called, yeah.”

Merula found it in her to smirk. “Really Luther, I forget how little you know about the Wizarding World.”

“It’s not my fault our Defence against the Dark Arts teachers have been rubbish.” he remarked.

“Eh, you’re not wrong there, they have been awful.” she admitted. “So how the hell did this happen?”

“Long story short: Some guy named Edwin appeared in the mirror saying he was trapped and needed help escaping.” Matthew explained, “I agreed, though I didn’t realise just how I’d be helping him.”

Merula stared at Edwin. Yes, she saw it now. It was like a Metamorphmagus had turned into him, or someone had used Polyjuice Potion. That’s why she’d felt so uncomfortable around him. Because it wasn’t Matthew. “So, how do we get him out?”

Matthew looked a little surprised. “Oh, I thought you’d suggest leaving me here.”

She laughed, genuinely, before shaking her head. “Luther, if I left you there this Edwin would have to be my rival. And I don’t like the sound of that at all. You’re my mortal enemy, Luther, and nobody gets to doom you for eternity except me.”

Matthew grinned through the water. “Thanks, Merula. Now, do you have anything reflective on you?” She shuffled through her pockets until she pulled out a silver comb.

“By the way, since when could you play guitar?” she asked, as Matthew appeared in the comb.

“Oh, my Dad taught me. I just know a few songs, though, not much.” he confessed.

“Alright...” began Merula, nervously moving towards the throng of students, “What do we do?”

“There’s a book in my bag called The Ramifications of Our Reflections.” Matthew explained, “It has some text in invisible ink that Edwin really didn’t want me to see, to our best bet is grabbing the book and finding out what it says.”

“Ah, so we’re stealing from him!” she declared quietly.

“Well, no, it’s my book!” Matthew yelled, before adding, “Well, it’s technically Snape’s, but he took it from me, so there.”

They neared the pile of everyone’s bags, and Merula bent down to grab hers, before manoeuvring towards Matthew’s satchel. Slowly, while eyeing the changeling, Merula bent down and grabbed the book, quickly placing it in her own bag. She took a sigh of relief, and quickly walked away.

“Now what?” she whispered, before seeing Ismelda.

“This party's boring. I’m heading back to the common room.” she declared.

“Good idea.” Merula said, walking with her. 

“Don’t worry, she can’t see me.” Matthew reassured her, “Now all we need to do is heat up the book and we can see the information.”

Merula nodded as they headed away from the party, but they were stopped on their way back by Edwin.

“Hey, wh-where you going?” he asked, his usual cocky demeanour in full swing.

“We’re leaving.” Merula declared, “This party is boring, and you shouldn’t have invited us.”

Edwin stared at her for a moment. “Is that so.” he said, not even trying to make it a question.

“Yeah...I’m leaving now...bye.” she said, heading off. Ismelda looked at her, then at Edwin.

“Wow, she really doesn’t like you.” she said, “What’d you do to her?”

“I would worry more about what I’m going to do.” Edwin growled.

“Merula...” Matthew began, “Get to my broom. It’s right by the lake.” When she looked at the comb, confused, Matthew just shouted “GO!” and that got her moving.

She sprinted back down the hill, where she saw the Cleansweep resting by a tree. She grabbed a hold of it and saw Edwin racing after her.

“Just wait a minute!” he yelled, as Merula kicked off the ground. Matthew quickly put the guitar onto his back as the ground fell beneath them, and soon they were soaring over the grounds once again.

“Now how’d she know the broom was there?” Rowan asked aloud. “Matthew, do you-”

“Curse them!” Edwin bellowed, heading off after her, wand in hand. Ismelda hissed.

“Oh no you don’t...” she muttered, running after him. Bill stood nearby, very much concerned.

“Something’s going on here...” he deduced, before joining the chase. Of course, Merula and Matthew had the advantage of having a broomstick, which allowed them to get to the other side of the school in very little time. They ended up on the second floor, just above the Great Hall.

“Nobody uses these toilets.” Merula explained, “Myrtle’s always kicking up a fuss.”

They headed into the girl’s bathroom, which was oddly quiet.

“That’s strange.” said Merula, “I wonder where she’s gone.” Matthew appeared in a mirror near the sink.

“That was close.” he admitted, looking on as Merula pulled Ramifications out of her satchel. “Now all we need to do is heat it up and we’ll be set. Be careful though, we don’t want to set it on fire.”

“Right.” Merula said, placing the book on the ground. Matthew moved closer, appearing in a puddle of water. “Incendio Parvus!” A small flame appeared on the tip of Merula’s wand, which she moved down towards the paper. “Hey, it’s working!” she said excitedly.

“Great! Find the part about freeing people from mirrors!” Matthew implored, placing down the guitar.

“Okay, okay...” she said, flicking through the pages.

“Um...Merula...” Matthew began, “Sorry for dragging you into this.”

“Hmph...it’s...I mean, it wasn’t you, was it? It was that changeling who was the arse.”

“I know, but I made the deal with him...” he lamented.

“Yeah, I know, but...” she paused, looking over at Matthew’s puddle. “Oh come on. He gave you what you wanted, right?”

Matthew considered this. “Yeah. I guess he did.”

Merula smirked again. “What’d you even ask for?”

Matthew suddenly looked nervous. “I...um, I just wanted advice. We’d had that argument yesterday, and so I was just...I didn’t want to make things worse every time I saw you, or anyone else.”

Merula frowned. “Th-That’s it?!”

“Yeah...that’s it.”

She looked at him through the water, before bursting into laughter. “What?” he asked, more confused than ever.

“Sorry, it’s just...” she paused to wipe her hair out of her face, “It’s weird how little you trust yourself. I mean, you make friends all the time. I’m the one who can’t make friends and can’t go to Hogsmeade.”

Matthew frowned at her. “You don’t have to talk about-”

“It’s alright.” she reassured him. “I-I just...it’s my aunt. She says I’m not doing well enough in Defence against the Dark Arts.”

“But that’s not fair, the teachers are total tw-”

“I know that.” said Merula, “But my aunt thinks that I need to revise more...and she’s my legal guardian...so...”

“Merula, I’m sorry. You know...if you wanted to, I could give you a hand with...you know, studying and stuff.”

“Is that so?” she said, flicking through the pages with her other hand. “I don’t know...we’re mortal enemies. I don’t know how I’d feel about- Ah ha!” she exclaimed suddenly, “Freeing those trapped in the Reflected Realm! Bingo!”

Matthew craned his neck to see, but to no avail. Merula seemed to notice. “Oh, right, sorry. If a wizard or witch has been trapped within the Reflected Realm, they must be freed by breaking the contract forged between them and a changeling. To do this, one must return to the mirror of entry, destroy the surface they made the deal with and recite the phrase “Contractus est inanis. Corpus meum.” From there, the changeling will return to the Reflected Realm once it touches any reflective surface.”

“Brilliant!” said Matthew, “What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

Merula extinguished the flame. “Okay, okay! You remember the phrase, right?”

“Course. Contractus est inanis. Corpus meum.”

“Good. Where’d you make the deal?” she asked, packing the book away.

“The boy’s toilets. Sixth floor.” This caused Merula’s face to scrunch up.

“Look, it won’t be for long. Once I get to the mirror, we can leave right away and find Edwin.” he explained.

“...Fine. I’m gonna get you for this one day, Luther...”

“I hope you get the chance, Merula...I really do...”

A minute or two later, Merula had made her way to the sixth floor, and was standing right outside the boy’s toilets.

“C-Can’t I just wait outside?” she asked. Matthew nodded, before heading inside on his own, the guitar still on his back. He instantly came back out.

“I’m afraid you can’t, Merula.” he said nervously. Merula groaned, before poking her head into the room. Standing in the U-bend, in front of a large magical field, was the body of Matthew Luther, and the vile grin of Edwin.

“We meet again. I’m so glad I don’t have to hide from you anymore.” he said. Matthew sneaked into view on one of the nearby mirrors, glaring at the sphere.

“Listen to me, Edwin. I am the Most Powerful Witch at Hogwarts,” Merula announced, “,and unless you vacate my mortal enemy’s body this instant, I will rain hell upon you!”

Edwin stared for a moment, before bursting into maniacal laughter. “Ooh, that’s a good one! I see why Matthew likes you!”

“I’m getting to that mirror, Edwin,” declared Matthew, “And you won’t stop me.”

Edwin pointed Matthew’s wand at Merula. “I somehow doubt that. I haven’t had a wand of my own in so long, I-”

“You still don't!” Matthew butted in.

“Silence!” Edwin yelled, sending Charm after Charm at the various mirrors. Merula watched as Matthew tried to mouth his words, before opting for a simple hand gesture. Merula pointed her own wand at Edwin.

“Sorry, I don’t take orders from you.” she sneered. “Flipendo!”

A burst of magic shot out of her wand at Edwin, who quickly moved out of the way, before yelling “Incendio!”, causing fire to leap towards Merula. She moved quickly out of the way, before pointing her wand back at Edwin, but he was faster. “Petrificus Totalus!” he shouted, sending a wave of paralysis at Merula, who felt herself fall to the ground. Matthew leapt towards the field of magic. He stepped through it, ending up on the other side with relative ease. Oh, the joys of the Reflected Realm, he thought to himself before reaching the mirror. Now he had to destroy it. He loosened his silver bracelet until it became a sort of fisticuff around his hand, and pulled back his arm.

“No!” roared Edwin, pointing Matthew’s own wand at him. “CRU-”

“Expelliarmus!”

Matthew’s wand flew out of Edwin’s hand over to the other side. Into the room came Rowan, Bill and Ismelda. But it wasn’t them that fired that disarming spell. It was Merula.

“It’s funny.” she said, “I never bought into that ‘wand chooses the wizard’ crap. But I think it well and truly has this time...changeling. Now, Luther!” she yelled, as the three newcomers looked around confused. Matthew took the bracelet and bashed it into the mirror. There wasn’t a scratch on the silver, but the mirror cracked into a thousand pieces.

“Contractus est inanis. Corpus meum!” he recited, as the several shards of the mirror began to glow. Blue ropes appeared between Matthew and Edwin, which snapped in two with a loud twang. Rowan pointed at the mirror. 

“Matt! What are you doing in a mirror? With a guitar?” they asked, flabbergasted.

Edwin glared daggers at his double. “Matt...my guy Matt...” he snarled, wiping the hair out of his face. “If you think getting that mirror broken was difficult, you’ll have one hell of a time putting me back-”

“Glacius Maledictus!” Matthew yelled, having picked up his wand. His bracelet glowing, ice began to coat the floor of the toilets. Perfect Ice.

Edwin looked down at his blue reflection. Matthew looked back up at him.

“...It’s a fair cop.” Edwin admitted. He looked at Merula. “A very fair cop...You know what Matt, I’ve changed my mind about you. You’re no coward. You just needed a push is all. And here I am to give it to you.” he stepped forward to Merula, grinning. “It’s been fun. You’ll thank me later.” Edwin leaned forward. There was a great flash of light, and Matthew was pulled up from the ice and into the motion. When he opened his eyes, his lips were on Merula’s. Rowan audibly gasped. Ismelda actually stopped picking her nails. Bill took a deep breath, knowing what was about to come next.

“Uuurgh!” They both said, disconnecting instantly, Matthew bringing a hand from behind Merula and her placing her feet firmly back on the ground. They both, however, couldn’t hide their very red faces.

“Oh, that bastard!” Matthew groaned, wiping his mouth.

“Yuck, yuck, yuck!” said Merula, spitting onto the ground. Suddenly, they heard his laugh. Rowan pointed downwards. Inside the glass was a boy in denim and a flannel shirt, scowling.

“I was just the first of the monsters of the mirrors.” he announced, “There’ll be more, trust me! And when they get out, they’ll-” “Incendio.”

There was a horrifying screech as the ice suddenly melted, until the bathroom floor was covered in water. Then there was silence. Ismelda smiled, before placing her wand back into her pocket. “That’s for messing with my friends.” she droned, before turning to Matthew. She looked at him for a moment, before slapping him across the face. “And that’s for kissing Merula.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose!” Matthew said, rubbing his cheek, which was red for a completely different reason to Ismelda. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two figures appear in the mirror for a moment, nod, then vanish.

“Ok, now can someone please explain what’s going on?” Bill asked.

“I can try.” said Matthew, stretching his jaw. Merula was still a bright pink, and was still wiping her mouth. “Was I really that bad?” he snickered.

“It was...just a surprise, Luther.” Merula said stiffly. “Don’t worry. I won’t slap you. Just don’t get any ideas.”

Rowan looked at them all, aghast. “Sorry, but are we overlooking the fact that Ismelda just killed a man?!”

***

“So, in summary...” said Dumbledore, sitting at his desk, “It’s been quite an eventful day or two for you, hasn’t it?”

Matthew nodded rapidly. They were all now in the Headmaster’s Office, along with Professors Snape, McGonagall and Flitwick.

“I am just glad that you are okay, Matthew.” squeaked the smallest wizard. “Changelings are very dangerous forces of nature.”

“I would like to remind Mr Luther,” sneered Snape, “That the next time he sees something unusual in the mirror, he is to come straight to a Head of House...and that goes for all of you, too.”

The students all nodded. “Well, if that’s everything,” said McGonagall, “I do believe you will all need sleep after a long day like this.”

“Minerva is correct.” said Dumbledore, “Though, if you have any questions or concerns...”

“Actually...” said Merula, “There’s one thing I still don’t understand. Why was I the only person who could see Matthew in the Reflected Realm?”

Dumbledore smiled. “Now that is a very interesting stroke of luck. You see, a very powerful Artifact of Protection can sometimes lend its protection to others around them. It is likely that Matthew’s bracelet,” he explained, leaning towards the boy, “Has seen your connection as the closest, and has decided to protect both of you. And perhaps, more. I imagine Mr Khanna was unable to find Edwin while he was in Matthew’s body for a reason.”

“So...what does that mean?” asked Merula

“It means you, Matthew, are Merula’s Artifactidal Guardian.” he declared. Matthew looked down at his bracelet. Was that why he gave it to him?

“Hang on...how much of a guardian?”

Dumbledore’s eye twinkled knowingly. “Enough of one, Matthew.” he said.

Merula looked at him, turning a little pink still. “What does- What do you-” But Matthew understood. He pulled out the sheet that the riddle was written on, as well as his pen, and began to scribble on the back of the parchment. Then, he gave it to Merula. She read it. Her jaw dropped.

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

I Matthew Luther, Artifactidal Guardian of Merula Snyde, hereby give her permission to visit Hogsmeade.

Merula passed the letter to Dumbledore in silence, who read it and nodded. “Very well. Now, off to bed, chop chop.”

As they all walked down the stairs, Matthew felt Merula grab his shoulder.

“Thi-” she stammered, “Th-Thank you, Matthew. I don’t… You know, I-”

“Don’t worry about it, please.” Matthew said, smiling. “This changes nothing. You and I can still be mortal enemies.”

Merula grinned. “Gotcha.” she said, smiling. “Also...um...that was my first kiss.”

Matthew nodded. “Oh. Um...mine too.” He could see something flicker over her expression after that.

“Oh...well, I’m going to say it was with you, because if I don’t it would have been with Edwin, which is even worse.”

“Yeah, I understand.” Matthew said, a smile forcing its way onto his red face. “Well...there’s another Hogsmeade trip tomorrow...see you then...”

“Y-Yeah...see you then.” Merula said, before marching off. It took only a few days for them to get back to their usual bickering selves, but people noticed that for some reason they never argued and never insulted each other when they were in Hogsmeade. The few who knew why kept that secret close to their chests.

#aprilprompts2021 #hphm #hogwarts mystery #hphm fanfic #merula x mc #jacob's sibling #merula x jacob's sibling #ismelda murk #barnaby lee #rowan khanna #bill weasley #hphm mc #hphm oc

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SteveTony Harry Potter AU for anon! :D Whose ask I have lost once again since it was on my old blog. 

Original prompt: hogwarts!au where tony & steve's class started lessons abt Amortentia, but Tony is unaware of w/c potion they are brewing; he's too out of the loop bc of another allnighter maybe? So Tony's confused as to why the room smells so much like Steve & thinks that he’s pranking him bc of a prank he did on him earlier? Or thinks Steve somehow found out he likes him and it's his way of teasing/making fun of him so he snaps loudly at Steve to Cut It Out

Tony wrinkles his nose as he measures out exactly 20 grams of powdered moonstone and adds it into his cauldron. They’re supposed to be making a potion that does… things? To be quite honest, he isn’t sure what it is they’re supposed to be making. Every word that his professor uttered went in one ear and out the other, the nook and crannies of his mind busy being taken over by dreamy thoughts of cuddling up in his warm bed with a belly full of food. Damn his N.E.W.T.-levels and the near obsessive way they have to study for them.

He stirs his potion clockwise once, then counterclockwise thrice, idly following the instructions written out on the textbook he has sitting next to his cauldron. He reduces the flame underneath his cauldron and leaves the potion to simmer, waiting for it to turn a sky blue.

He starts to crush 5 dried rose petals in his mortar and pestle, eyes wandering around the room. One student, Peter Quill if his memory serves him right, seems to having trouble with the way that he’s still trying to stir some peppermint into his cauldron. Another student, Kamala Khan, seems to have already finished, the professor standing over rnext to her and complimenting the fantastic sheen of her potion.

Then there’s Steve Rogers, who Tony’s eyes always seem to land on no matter where they are or what they’re doing. He seems to be on the same stage as Tony, the tip of his pink tongue poking out between his teeth as he works on crushing the petals. Tony briefly wonders if Steve’s hands are as large as they appear to be.

That’s inappropriate, his mind chides, but can anyone blame him? Steve Rogers is the epitome of perfect Hogwarts student. He’s a prefect (that Tony strongly suspects will be made Head Boy) as shown by the badge pinned to his chest, the Keeper on the Gryffindor Quidditch team along with being the team captain, an excellent dueler, and he’s earned an Outstanding on all of his O.W.L’s bar 2 subjects.

In short, he’s way out of Tony’s league, which is exactly why Tony’s chosen to have a crush on him.

It’s not helped by the fact that Steve seems to go out of his way to talk to Tony whenever he can, whether that means complimenting him on his wandstance or offering to buy him a Pumpkin Pasty or a Cauldron Cake whenever their shockingly interwoven group of friends ventures to Hogsmeade for the weekend. Plus, Steve, it turns out, is a bit of a nerd when it comes to collecting Chocolate Frog cards. It’s frustratingly endearing, especially when he offered to give Tony his card of Derwent Shimpling simply because he knew that Tony was intrigued by Shimpling’s story.

Speak of the devil, Steve catches his eye and smiles sweetly, eyes closing into crescents as he tilts his head to the side.

Tony huffs, embarrassed at being caught staring, and turns his eyes back to his cauldron.

The potion’s color is satisfactory, and he assumes the petals are crushed enough. He places the pestle off to the side. Using one hand, he stirs the potion clockwise and pours in the petals with the other.

It takes effect almost immediately; the surface of the potion forms this beautiful mother-of-pearl sheen, starting from where the petals were dropped in and expanding the more and more Tony stirs it. Steam spirals up into the air. He takes a deep breath, relieved that his potion turned out better than he expected.

And, wow, that potion smells fantastic. Freshly brewed coffee, petrichor, and… Steve, all sandalwood and vanilla. He takes another sniff, chest clenching when he realizes that Steve’s scent isn’t going away. He fists his hands, shoving them into the pockets of his robes.

The first thing his mind jumps to is that Steve knows. He knows all about Tony’s pathetic little crush on him and decided to tease him by spraying that stupid cologne or whatever he uses all over the room to see that lovesick look in Tony’s eyes whenever he catches a whiff of that scent that he associates so strongly with desire. It has him thinking whether Steve ever thought of him as a person or if he thought of him as a heart that he could string along and play with until he got bored.

God, and all of his other friends probably knew about this, too. Lose one, lose ‘em all, he supposes.

“Can you cut that out, Rogers?” he calls out, an agitated set to his jaw. He ignores the curious looks that a few other students throw his way.

Steve looks up from where he’s putting the petals into his own mixture, confused and looking as innocent as the day he was born. “What? I’m—am I doing something wrong?”

He’s a good actor, Tony’ll give him that. How else would he have been able to put him under the false pretense that Steve might actually want to be friends? “Stop spraying your perfume all over the room. It’s suffocating.”

Steve’s eyes go wide. Ha. Caught. “I’m—I’m not spraying anything.”

Tony snorts. “Sure.”

“No, I—Tony, you know what we’re making, right?” A few students snicker in the background, and Steve throws a hard glare their way. “We’re making Amortentia.”

Amortentia. Oh. Oh, no. He looks down at the textbook and, sure enough, Amortentia is written in bold words right at the top of the page. Heat engulfs his entire face and his knees start quaking. The most potent love potion in existence, he reads, finding this all very familiar from the precursory study he had to do a week before, distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, spiraling steam, and an odor unique in the fact that it adapts itself to smell pleasant to anyone within sniffing range, with each person having their own combination. He should’ve known the second the petals hit the liquid.

Instead, he ends up outing his crush in front of all his classmates. Gossip spreads like wildfire around the school, so he has no doubt that everyone from the Headmaster to the squid in the damn lake would know about his crush by the end of the week, if not the end of the day.

“Professor,” Tony manages to get out, voice miraculously not wavering, “I need to use the restroom.”

He doesn’t wait for his professor to reply before he’s sweeping out of the room, tears threatening to fall.

Stupid. How could he be so stupid. He couldn’t just keep his mouth shut and confront Steve about it after class. No, he had to put on a show and now everyone knows. Everyone knows. They’re probably making fun of him. Steve’s probably laughing. Fine. It’s fine.

“Tony, wait!” Steve calls out from behind him, having followed him out into the hall.

He continues to walk, upping his speed. If Steve wants to mock him, then he can damn well do it later.

Steve’s footsteps get faster, louder, and then Tony’s wrist is held in a firm yet gentle grip, keeping him from moving any further forward. “Wait, Tony, please,” Steve says, out of breath.

Tony turns around, eyebrows furrowed together as he desperately tries to blink away the tears. “It’s not like you’re giving me much of a choice,” he grouses. He gives one experimental tug of his wrist, unsurprised that Steve’s grip doesn’t falter even a bit.

Steve pulls him closer until they’re standing almost chest-to-chest. Tony has to tilt his head up to even look at Steve in the eye. “The Amortentia… did you really not know?”

A peal of laughter tears itself from Tony’s throat. “No. I didn’t know. Why? You here to make fun of me all because it had your scent? Because I admitted to having a crush on you without me even knowing?” He tries one more time to get his wrist out of Steve’s hand. “That’s a pretty low blow, Rogers.”

Steve shakes his head. “The Amortentia scented like you for me.”

He sounds so genuine, so honest, that Tony hopes. Oh, he hopes. “You’re joking,” comes out of his mouth instead. “You’re lying.”

“Out of everything you think I’d lie about, do you really think I’d lie about this?” Steve says. “Honey and lavender. That’s what I smell, and it comes from you. You and hot chocolate and paint. That’s what it smells like for me. I like you, Tony. I’ve always liked you.”

Tony frowns. “Yet you’ve never told me.” 

“I didn’t think you’d like me back,” Steve admits, expression turning sheepish. “I mean, you could have anyone, really, so I… I don’t know. I didn’t think that I’d have a chance.”

“You,” Tony says in disbelief, “didn’t think you’d have a chance with me?”

Steve shrugs, smiling nervously. “You’re real kind, Tony. I’ve seen how you are with that Peter Parker kid; you’re basically his older brother. You’re not afraid to speak up, and I admire that. You’re smart and talented and…—” a red flush appears on Steve’s cheeks— “you’re cute. You could have anyone, and I didn’t think that you’d want that anyone to be me.”

Tony searches Steve’s face, stares him in the eye, looks for anything that could tell him that Steve is lying. He wants to believe that Steve is truthful, but he doesn’t want to but his heart at risk by blindly accepting his words at face value.

Thankfully, he finds nothing but earnesty.  

“You’re really not lying, are you?” he says, voice no louder than a whisper.

Steve swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing. “I’m really not.” He loosens his grip on Tony’s wrist. “Sorry for just grabbing you like that. I do, uh… I do like you very much.” He fully lets go of Tony, chewing on his lower lip.

Tony nods. “It’s alright.” He hesitates for a second before slowly reaching out with one hand and intertwining his fingers with Steve’s, restoring that connection. “We should probably get back to class.”

Steve laughs and squeezes Tony’s hand. “We probably should.”

#filled #2 #3 #4 #5 #stevetony #Tony is a Hufflepuff and you will pry that from my cold dead hands. #Professor: You guys did an amazing job but I'm gonna have to dock points because you guys just left. #Professor: Seriously like. What the fuck. #Professor: We have rules and you guys can't just disregard them.

[bookishable]

order of the phoenix book moments

“listening to the news! again?” “well, it changes every day, you see”

vernon: we’re not stupid harry: WeLL tHaT’s nEwS tO mE

“did he say you look like a pig that’s been taught to walk on its hind legs? ’cause that’s not cheek, dud, that’s true.”

“not this brave at night, are you?” “this is night, diddykins. that’s what we call it when it goes all dark like this.”

“what d’you mean, i’m not brave when i’m in bed? what am i supposed to be frightened of, pillows or something?”

“fought ’em off, did you, son? gave ’em the old one-two?” “you can’t give a dementor the old one-two”

tonks sending the dursleys a letter telling them they’d been short listed for the (non-existent) all-england best kept suburban lawn competition to keep them out the house so they could rescue harry

“snape’s on our side now” “doesn’t stop him being a git”

“dumbledore says he doesn’t care what they do as long as they don’t take him off the chocolate frog cards”

“kreacher lives to serve the noble house of black—” “and it’s getting blacker every day, it’s filthy”

arthur and kingsley’s fake chat at the ministry

“if you can get away before seven, molly’s making meatballs.”

‘a powerful emotion had risen in harry’s chest at the sight of dumbledore, a fortified, hopeful feeling rather like that which phoenix song gave him.’

“you got our message that the time and place of the hearing had been changed?” “i must have missed it, however, due to a lucky mistake i arrived at the ministry three hours early”

“a prefect! that’s everyone in the family!” “what are fred and i, next-door neighbours?”

harry’s personal growth moment where he realises he is happy for ron being made prefect and beating him at something for the first time, and that harry isn’t any better than him

luna: you’re harry potter harry: i know i am

neville saying “i’m nobody” and ginny being like “no you’re not” ugh we stan this friendship

the quibbler’s article on whether sirius is a notorious mass murderer or innocent singing sensation

“i, unlike you, have been made a prefect, which means that i, unlike you, have the power to hand out punishments.” “yeah, but you, unlike me, are a git, so get out and leave us alone.”

‘luna did not seem perturbed by ron’s rudeness; on the contrary, she simply watched him for a while as though he were a mildly interesting television programme.’

“i told her to keep her big fat mouth shut about you, actually. and it would be quite nice if you stopped jumping down our throats, harry, because in case you haven’t noticed, ron and i are on your side.”

“i dreamed i was playing quidditch the other night, what do you reckon that means?” “probably that you’re going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something”

“have a biscuit, potter.”

hermione knitting hats for the house-elves

“they didn’t look anything like hats to me, more like woolly bladders.” hermione did not speak to him all morning.

harry and ron meeting each other in the hallway, both trying to hide something but failing, harry being excited that ron wants to join the quidditch team, and ron noticing harry’s injury and being horrified we love this friendship

“ron had been honest with him, so he told ron the truth”

harry’s excellent attempt at writing a letter to sirius without obscurely revealing anything in case it got intercepted

“if you want to ‘sever ties’ with me, i swear i won’t get violent.”

“yeah, quirrell was a great teacher, there was just that minor drawback of him having lord voldemort sticking out of the back of his head.”

“i was just wondering, professor, whether you received my note telling you of the date and time of your inspec—” “obviously i received it, or i would have asked you what you are doing in my classroom” minerva strikes again

luna: the ministry’s got an army of heliopaths neville: an army of what luna: great flaming creatures that gallop across the ground burning everyth— hermione: they don’t exist, neville luna: oh yes they do

harry pretending to be ill so he could skip history of magic and find someone to help hedwig

“i can’t see any boils” “no, well, you wouldn’t, they’re not in a place we generally display to the public.” “but they make sitting on a broom a right pain in the—”

“the DA’s good, only let’s make it stand for dumbledore’s army, because that’s the ministry’s worst fear, isn’t it?”

hermione making the fake galleons and everyone being like what because it’s NEWT level magic

‘even fred had said that ron might yet make him and george proud, and that they were seriously considering admitting he was related to them, something they assured him they had been trying to deny for four years.’

“hey, potty, i heard warrington’s sworn to knock you off your broom on saturday” “warrington’s aim’s so pathetic i’d be more worried if he was aiming for the person next to me” god i love harry in this book

luna’s lion hat: “i wanted to have it chewing up a serpent to represent slytherin, you know, but there wasn’t time.”

dobby decorating the room of requirement with baubles of harry’s face saying ‘have a very harry christmas’

“ron, you are the most insensitive wart i have ever had the misfortune to meet.” it’s not true but it’s funny lmao

harry: next minute she’s crying all over me and i didn’t know what to do ron: don’t blame you, mate

‘that’s what they should teach us here, how girls’ brains work… it’d be more useful than divination, anyway…’

“i didn’t want anyone to talk to me” “well, that was a bit stupid of you, seeing as you don’t know anyone but me who’s been possessed by you-know-who, and i can tell you how it feels.” “i forgot” “lucky you”

sirius singing ‘god rest ye, merry hippogriffs’

arthur using stitches on his snake bites and molly exploding “it sounds as though you’ve been trying to sew your skin back together… WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THAT’S THE GENERAL IDEA?”

harry trying to distract the others when he realises neville’s parents are in the same ward that they are in, so neville can leave unnoticed

harry being oblivious to the fact cho wants to go to hogsmeade with him for valentine’s day

“if we can’t trust dumbledore, we can’t trust anyone.”

harry being oblivious (the sequel) and telling cho he was meeting hermione after their date, bless my son he’s trying his best

“why does she always want to drag up a subject that makes her act like a human hosepipe?”

‘hermione was sitting at a table with the unlikeliest pair of drinking mates he could ever have imagined: luna lovegood and none other than rita skeeter, one of hermione’s least favourite people in the world.’

“cho? a girl?” “it’s none of your business if harry’s been with a hundred girls” this is my favourite version of hermione

“it might have been a good idea to mention how ugly you think i am, too,” hermione added as an afterthought. “but i don’t think you’re ugly”

“she’s been breaking into your broom shed in the garden since the age of six and taking each of your brooms out in turn when you weren’t looking”

“if zacharias smith beats us i might have to kill myself.” “kill him, more like”

“hermione, you’re good on feelings and stuff, but you just don’t understand about quidditch.” “maybe not, but at least my happiness doesn’t depend on ron’s goalkeeping ability.”

‘out of respect for his feelings, harry waited a while before going up to the dormitory himself, so that ron could pretend to be asleep if he wanted to.’

dumbledore choosing firenze to teach divination knowing full well umbridge hated half-breeds

kingsley, dumbledore and mcgonagall’s genius way of saving the situation in dumbledore’s office after the DA meetings had been uncovered

“well, usually when a person shakes their head, they mean ‘no’. so unless miss edgecombe is using a form of sign-language as yet unknown to humans—”

“i have absolutely no intention of being sent to azkaban. i could break out, of course—but what a waste of time, and frankly, i can think of a whole host of things i would rather be doing.”

all the teachers pretending they couldn’t get rid of the fireworks to make umbridge run around the entire school to do so

“i could have got rid of the sparklers myself, of course, but i wasn’t sure whether or not i had the authority.”

“give five signs that identify the werewolf. one: he’s sitting in my chair. two: he’s wearing my clothes. three: his name’s remus lupin.”

“the thing about growing up with fred and george, is that you sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.”

“you’d need more than a good sense of fun to liaise with my uncle, good sense of when to duck, more like.”

“are you quite sure you wouldn’t like a cough drop, dolores?”

“he has achieved high marks in all defence against the dark arts tests set by a competent teacher.”

“this boy has as much chance of becoming an auror as dumbledore has of ever returning to this school.” “a very good chance, then”

“she hated him!” “nah, she didn’t”

“your father was the best friend i ever had and he was a good person. a lot of people are idiots at the age of fifteen. he grew out of it.”

“give her hell from us, peeves.”

the catchphrase “one more lesson like that and i might just do a weasley” being a trend

‘umbridge-itis’

harry witnessed professor mcgonagall walking right past peeves, who was determinedly loosening a crystal chandelier, and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth, “it unscrews the other way.”

WEASLEY IS OUR KING

the fifth and seventh years starting a black-market trade selling ‘brain stimulants’ for the exams

“i don’t care if my tea-leaves spell die, ron die—i’m just chucking them in the bin where they belong.”

‘even through his anger and impatience, harry recognised hermione’s offer to accompany him into umbridge’s office as a sign of solidarity and loyalty.’

ginny’s notorious bat bogey hex

“we were all in the DA together, it was all supposed to be about fighting you-know-who, wasn’t it? and this is the first chance we’ve had to do something real—or was that all just a game or something?”

“you do care, you care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.”

“by all means continue destroying my possessions, i daresay i have too many.”

“in the end, it mattered not that you could not close your mind. it was your heart that saved you.”

‘sirius seemed a million miles away already; even now a part of harry still believed that if he had only pulled back that veil, he would have found sirius looking back at him, greeting him, perhaps, with his laugh like a bark…’

flitwick leaving a patch of the swamp as a monument to fred and george, and because it was “a really good bit of magic”

“you’re dead, potter.” “funny, you’d think i’d have stopped walking around…”

mgonagall arriving back at hogwarts just as snape tries to take points from gryffindor like ‘no bitch, they can have 500 points instead for fighting death eaters’

‘professor mcgonagall was clearly heard to express a regret that she could not run cheering after umbridge herself, because peeves had borrowed her walking stick.’

“i expect what you’re not aware of would fill several books, dursley”

“are you threatening me, sir?” “yes, i am,” said mad-eye, who seemed rather pleased that uncle vernon had grasped this fact so quickly.

“do i look like the kind of man who can be intimidated?” “yes, i’d have to say you do” moody just ended this book with three straight burns

#hp book moments #order of the phoenix #harry potter books #harry potter quotes #hp textpost

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Christmas Prank Exchange

@nadia-the-wizardess​ sorry this was a bit on the late side BUT Merry Christmas as I hope you enjoy the little gift I have for you. (Also I apologize if Persephone is too out of character) 

Down in the night cafe there were four students sitting around laughing. “HAHA the look on their faces was hilarious,” Luca managing to say in between his fits of laughter while hunched over. Viggo who was sitting close by was chuckling as well nodding. “You two are so bad,” Viggo said as both Persephone and Lizzy were leaning against one another hysterically laughing. “That was so much fun, they didn’t know what hit em,” Persephone said grinning as she was getting out the last bit of laughter she had. Managing to sit up correctly, Lizzy wiped a few tears from her eyes. 

“Gosh that was amazing, a-and the best part was that we got Klaus too,” she said, praising their latest and biggest prank on a bunch of their friends in the prefect group. As the group of troublemakers hung out, a light bulb went off in Luca’s head standing up. “You guys I had the best idea,” he said as the three looked at him questionably waiting for him to explain what was going on in his head. “So we know Christmas is coming SO why don’t we do our own Secret Santa, but with a twist,” Luca suggested with a huge grin as the three exchanged glances before looking back to the green haired boy.

“But what would the twist be,” Persephone asked now becoming more curious of this Secret Santa. “Well instead of one gift we’ll give the person two as one will be a normal gift as the other will be a prank one! As the fun part is that the one receiving your gift will have to guess which one is the real or prank gift,” he said pridefully with an even bigger grin. “Count me in,” Viggo said agreeing to the idea as the girls nodded in agreement.

~~~ Time Skip ~~~

Persephone was strolling through town as she looked down at the piece of paper that had the name she was giving a gift to as by chance she got Viggo. “What can I even get him,” she questioned herself as he wasn’t exactly the easiest person to shop for. Thinking of the things she knew he liked, she mentally listed some things that he’d possibly like. “Maybe I’ll get him a baseball bat…. No, he’ll probably just end up breaking it like the last one I got for his birthday,” she said muttering to herself as why was it so hard to come up with a good idea. Well for one thing was that she really wanted this gift to be really special since he happened to be her crush for some time now.

She walked into the new shop to see if they possibly had anything that would stand out. Clothes? No. Some for of jewelry? Nope. A cool pair of shades? Mmmm tempting but nah. This continued on for a while in Persephone’s head whenever she’d see something. That was until an interesting shape caught her eye as she stopped to examine it more closely. It was a good sized glass bottle that was in the shape of a grenade as much to her surprise it was a bottle of cologne as on the front in an interesting font was written Bombshell. She picked up the bottle to smell it as smelled really good. 

Thinking on it for a bit she put the bottle down and picked up a box of cologne as picking up the body wash of the same brand name to give to Viggo as a set. Content with her find, she made her way to the front to pay for the gift which she also ended up grabbing a pair of shades for him since why not. Having paid for everything she left with a smile feeling very good about her gift as Persephone made her way back to the academy as this would be the only thing she’d have to wrap since her prank gift was already set.

~~~ Christmas Day ~~~

It was finally Christmas as the four trouble making friends were gathered in an empty classroom that was decorated for their own little party. “Alright who’s ready for the gift exchange,” Luca asked seeming to be a bit too excited for the moment they’ve been waiting for. Gathering around Luca seem to have a cup and shaking it and pulled out a paper and opened it. “Perseph, you’re giving your gift first,” Luca announced showing her name on the paper. Already feeling nervous she set down both of the nicely wrapped presents in front of Viggo before sitting back down. “Merry Christmas,” she said as he seemed to smile when receiving the gifts.

“Thanks,” he said looking into Persephone’s violet eyes before looking down to the two boxes to try and see if he could figure out which one wasn’t the prank gift. Viggo finally picked a box as he started to open it as once it was fully opened there was a small explosion of colored powder as the three laughed while Viggo cursed from the surprise and swatting at the air. “Ack some of that shit got in my mouth,” Viggo said as the powder dispersed as what he wasn’t aware of was that his hair that originally is a dark purple, was not hot pink. “BAHAAHA,” Lizzy busted out before wheezing from laughing too hard while Viggo raised an eyebrow. “What you laughing bout flower child,” he barked until he got a glimpse in the hand mirror she happened to have on hand.

“Sephone you turned my hair pink,” Viggo shouted using his friend’s nickname though he didn’t look too angry about in which in response Persephone smiled and said, “Merry Christmas~” Having getting over the prank he grabbed the box and opened to get his real gift. Pulling everything out of the box, he looked at the three items and smiled as it brought her joy that he seemed to enjoy what she picked out for him. Giving her a side hug he thanked her before pulling away and putting the body wash and cologne back into the box then placing the sunglasses on top of his head. “Alright next is,” Luca started to say while his hand was swirling around trying to pick the next person before pulling out a piece of paper and unfolding it.

“Well look at that, looks like I’m up,” Luca said taking his two boxes and sliding them over to Lizzy as he added “Merry Christmas.” She looked over to Luca and laughed with a smile before putting her attention on the boxes as she seemed to carefully inspect them for a moment. She ended up picking up the left one as she unwrapped the paper from the box and opened which so far nothing bad had happened but inside that box was a smaller box wrapped up. Taking that box out and ripping the paper off of it there was ANOTHER box. “Gosh Luca how many boxes you got in this,” she questioned taking it out and unwrapping it as opening it to show a cute pair of earrings of foxes that look like they’re hanging. “Come on how’d you guess it right, I was really hoping you’d open the prank one,” Luca said in a pouting manner but still wore a smile on his face. “Nice try but I think I’ve known you long enough to know all your tricks,” Lizzy said getting up and giving him a quick hug. 

It was down to two more people who had to give gifts as Persephone could only wonder who had her as either way she’d be more than happy. “Know what, I’m just gonna go next,” Lizzy said picking up her gifts she put the two boxes in front of Luca before sitting back down. “Merry Christmas Luca,” she said, smirking as the three watched Luca instantly picking one of the boxes. “Haha I may not have been able to prank ya, but there’s no way- Hey you got my favorite snack,” he was starting to talk until he saw what was inside. She nodded smiling though it seemed she was starting to bite her bottom lip. Excitedly starting to take the lid off to get a piece instantly out came a splatter of blue sparkly paint to which once again the room filled with laughter. “Oh Luca the look on your face hahah,” Lizzy started to laugh though came to a stop when she saw the look he was giving her. “Uh oh,” she said before scrambling out of her chair and making a run out of the room which Luca was screaming her name chasing after her.

Being the only two in the room, Persephone and Viggo laughed as that was hilarious to watch. “Well I guess that just leaves me,” Viggo said with a grin as he put his two gifts in front of her as he pulled his chair to sit next to her. The overflowing feeling of joy Persephone was feeling as she could only imagine what was in the box as even if she picked the wrong box at first. Though he seemed to push one of the two towards her before saying, “Open this one first.” Raising an eyebrow in confusion she took his advice trusting him, ripping the paper off the box and opening to find inside a music box? Or maybe it was a jewelry box, but nonetheless she carefully picked it up and took it out. Slowly opening the box, it happened to be a mix of a music and a jewelry box as what she found inside shocked her causing her violet eyes to widen. There was a necklace inside in which when she picked it up by its silver chain there was a charm of what seemed to be a dragon’s claw as it was holding onto a sparkling sphere of opal. Looking up to her dear friend, he was actually blushing slightly or was she imagining things.

“I know it’s not like the gifts I’ve gotten for ya in the past,” he started to say though he seemed to cast his eyes away. “But… I wanted this one to be special cuz you’re really important to me Sephone,” he continued to further explain as Persephone could only feel her own face flare up and her heart racing. Smiling fondly at the necklace she glanced back over to him replying with “I love it, it’s beautiful. Thank you Viggo.” Unclasping it Persephone doesn’t waste a second more and puts it on, carefully making sure she reclasped it before looking down to admire it some more. “Be my girlfriend,” she suddenly heard as she was caught off guard and looked over to him instantly as she wasn’t hearing things right. “H-Huh,” she could only utter out still trying to process what was happening. 

“I said… I asked if you’d be my girlfriend. You’re one of the only few people who really talk or hang out with me as honestly… I feel the happiest whenever I’m with you,” he repeated himself and more as his face was even more red. Feeling herself smiling brighter than a kid on a snow day, she instantly replied, “Yes.” Seeming to be surprised by her answer he blinked and looked at her, hoping he had heard her correctly. “Don’t look at me like that. It makes me happy that you feel that way because I really can’t really see myself with anyone else but you,” she said despite how embarrassing that sounded as thankfully the day class prefect and deputy weren’t there to tease them of their confessions. “Well then, open your second gift,” Viggo said with a smile as she brought the second box closer to her in order to open it. Inside was a single little plant that had little red berries hanging off of it tied with a pretty white ribbon. Picking it up and turning towards him to ask him what it was, her eyes widened when suddenly feeling lips on her own. Having it all register she happily returned the kiss before the two pulled away looking into each other’s eyes. “Merry Christmas babe,” Viggo said with a genuine smile as Persephone without hesitation said back “Merry Christmas baby.”

#Merry Christmas #gift to a friend #merry christmas friendo #christmas 2019 #christmas fanfic #viggo #friend's oc #persephone #wh oc #lizzy luna #luca orlem

[delicrieux]

divination

PART 2: MY GIRL

PAIRING: charlie weasley x reader

summary: charlie has a crush on (name) and tries to act normal around her. surprise! it appears (name) has a crush on him, too also, requested by anons and @ghostwriter050402. a/n: this may or may not be a set up to another fic lol. ANYONE THAT WANTS TO BE TAGGED LEMME KNOOOO!!! ALSO! y’all are THIRSTY FOR CHARLIE!! TBH CAN’T BLAME YOU i love myself a man w a ponytail. i’ve gotten a lot of requests so i put them at the end of the fic as to not take up too much space :) what else what else...oh! thank you everyone for loving my fics! means the whole world to me, really. your comments make my day <3 THANK YOU TO MY BAE @slytherin-princess1 FOR THIS MOODBOARD! SUPPORT MY WIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! xoxo

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Charlie Weasley never really had the chance to talk to you during your first three years at Hogwarts, and he blames it on Quidditch and his lack of suave charm for this ordeal. Bill always raved about how absolutely fantastic you are, what a smart witch, good friend, and a passionate person. He was not even sure how you looked until he saw his brother rush to a short Slytherin girl with the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. He was about to take a sip of pumpkin-juice, though his hand, seeming to have a mind of its own, had halted near his lips and the liquid drizzled helplessly onto his shirt. He hardly even noticed the mess he was making, instead his attention now stuck onto you as his eyes trailed you and Khan wave bye to Bill and take a seat by your table. Bill, too chipper for such an early gloomy morning, sat down next to his brother idly chatting about this and that when—

“Charlie…” Bill started gently, “Are…Are you okay? What happened to your shirt?”

That is how it had all started. Rita Skeeter’s competition made you even more of a target for the public eye, and he suddenly started seeing you everywhere. Perhaps noticing you is the better term to describe it – you are not a ghost, nor have you deliberately taken routes where you knew he was loitering about. If you were missing your usual group of friends, which consisted of some of the brightest and most mischievous students of the time, you were sneaking around the castle looking like a suspicious girl trying to act as inconspicuous as possible. Even before regarding you fully, not just in passing indifferent glances, he had heard of your mission, your brother, and the dangers and chaos that followed after you.

You are just…so cool, how could he not crush on you?

Andre is friends with everyone. He has connections and he knows how to use them, and he also happens to be Charlie’s best friend. Keeping crushes a secret from bothers is easy because they are mostly preoccupied with other things, and Bill is drowning in his Prefect duties as it is. But from best friends? It took exactly five minutes for Andre to notice the dreamy look in Charlie’s eye during dinner one night, and ten minutes to coarse it out of him. With his secret outed, Charlie had desperately shushed his friend when he giggled not so subtly, and only after Andre swore not to say a word about this to anyone did he ease up. After a bit of deliberation, Charlie then asked Andre for a bit of help. Nothing drastic, just something to get your attention, or at the very least inform you of his existence.

And Andre had helped him. In a conversation, which Charlie demanded be described in great detail, that Andre and you had had at Hogsmeade, Andre had named dropped Charlie, completely out of place and out of context. You must have either not noticed or not cared, because it sure as hell sounded weird and awkward.

But as fate has it, he is seated next to you in one of his least favourite lessons – Divination. Though, upon noting your tiny form plopped on a seat by his table, he soon came to change his mind.

The room is hazy and full of light pink and purple smoke, lavender incense, and crackling fire. It’s hot. Fumes stick to his skin, and he has to shake off his robe as in a last attempt to feel less warm. You have long lost yours. No windows are open. The Professor mumbles ghastly into her crystal, her soft whispers a mix of fright and awe. Students mumble quietly amongst themselves. No one dares to break the silence with a laugh, because they know that the professor will freak if they do. The crystal ball resting on his and yours table emits an alluring lilac hue.

The two of you had shared formalities and then fallen into silence, focusing on the task at hand – seeing the future. The Professor had promised that vision would come to all who gaze into the crystal’s depths. Charlie did not buy it for a single second, he even grinned dumbly, about to strike a conversation with you about what absolute bull this class is, only to find you greatly immersed and glaring at the crystal. It then dawned to him that you are, most likely, trying to see your brother in that small glass. That or you are greatly interested in checking out your reflection.

“Is it working for you?” You inquire, your eyes finally lifting from the crystal to him. He shrugs, rolling up his sleeves.

“The only thing I see is me sweating.” He comments dryly. You grin.

“I suppose it is a bit silly,” You agree, “I was hoping to at least get a snippet. The Professor was really into it. Thought I give it a genuine go before wanting to throw it out the window.” Your voice turns bitter, “I think my face is going to melt off.” You mumble, pressing your palms onto your red cheeks. “Do you think we could sneak out of here?”

He chokes on fumes, they burning his throat. We.  Plural. Should he be excited, or are you simply nice enough to want to break him out this horrible class and send him on his merry way? After a few contained coughs, and you giving him a sympathetic look, he nods, “I think if someone came close to death or caused a diversion, we could book it.”

“What if I pretended to faint?” Your voice tints with glee, which is a bit morbid but he doesn’t mind. Your eyes twinkle mischievously in the lilac glow, “You could call the Professor and then carry me to the infirmary or something.”

Carry me. He chokes again. Your hands lands on his upper arm, soothing gently, your voice now laced with concern, “Are you alright, Charlie?”

He nods dumbly, “I think I’m allergic to this smoke.”

“Well, if you faint first I will try my hardest to carry you.” You say with a smile. He grins.

“Yea, good luck with that.”

“I know a few handy charms.”

“Use ‘em often?”

“Only when desperate times call for desperate measures.” You look him in the eye, “You ready?”

“Try not to hit your head on your way down.”

“I am hardly that reckless.” You state and he stares at you expectantly, “Yea, alright, I get it, I’ll be careful.”

Just as you are about to start your act, his eyes catch the strange mirage in the crystal. Curious, he peers into it, and his heart skips a beat – in the haziness he manages to recognise his figure and yours, but it is dark and blurry and hard to understand but he thinks that you and he are in a chamber of some sort. He blinks stupidly, alert and uneasy, about to call your name but once he looks up he sees you lifeless leaning off your chair before you fall and knock the crystal off of the table.

The whole class hears you slump  - it is more the clatter the ball makes as it rolls off of the table and onto marble ground – and a series of gasps along with the Professors confused “What happened?” echo in the hot classroom. Charlie is quick to your aid, jumping from his chair and circling around to lift you, “I think she fainted, Professor.” He explains, worried. Soon he has you in his arms. He notes you trying your hardest not to grin, and he has to fight off a smile too. With you safely in his grasp - honestly, light as a feather – he turns to the Professor, “I will take her to the infirmary.”

“Yes, please do…But be back quick!

Yeah, that’s a no, the two of you share the same line of thought. You and Charlie are only coming back long after class is over, and only to get your stuff back.

After a successful mission the two of you were free for the period. He was a tad disturbed of how good you were at this acting thing, but the adrenaline over being your partner-in-crime had taken hold of him and he could do nothing but smile dumbly at every word you said. The two of you lazily spent the period, lounging in the cooler part of the castle and letting exhaustion take hold of you. The air was fresh and crispy and the ground radiated with cold. The two of you had plenty of time to relax, and once conversation was done with, pleasant silence settled. Which got him thinking back to before you gracefully knocked the crystal ball over with your award winning act. About the two of you, venturing alone, in what he presumes is a dangerous and deadly place. Was that a Cursed Vault? Or perhaps a doorway to it, a room that holds a clue to where it might be. You had taken Bill on an adventure…

Will you be taking him, now?

His eyes then found your form, slumped in one of the beanbags, dozing off. A pang of worry had tugged on his heartstring. You must be so tired, he realised, sleepless. He can only imagine what kinds of nightmares you have about your brother. How painful it must be not knowing where he is. He shuddered at the thought of harm coming to one of his siblings. He would be devastated, a complete mess.

For the rest of the period he thought about you, Jacob, and the Cursed Vaults. His resolve to help you all but became stronger.

The meetups between you two were more frequent. He still mostly conversed with you during Care of Magical Creatures, since it was one of the few classes the two of you had together, but now Divination, instead of being the typical annoying class it used to be, was a thoroughly enjoyed joke fest. Your hello’s, ones that, at the very beginning, were bright and energetic, gradually came to be breathless whispers of ‘…Hi’ accompanied by a lovely smile as you met him in a hall or elsewhere.

He fit in perfectly in your group of misfits. And after nearly half a year of growing closer, it was finally time to explore the Cursed Vault hidden somewhere in the Forbidden Forest. The only problem was locating it, but thankfully, Tulip had snooped around and found a chamber that might contain a map. Bill was supposed to accompany you. That idea did not sit well with Charlie. So after thinking it over, the same night his older brother was supposed to meet you in the dungeons, he had caught him in the Common Room.

It was a clear night, starry. It was four in the morning and only ashes left in the fireplace. The Common Room was void of life, just books scattered, pillows lying on the floor, and blankets messily thrown to the side – they were remnants of activity. Charlie called his brother in a raspy, sleep ridden voice, and Bill had nearly jumped out of his skin, already near the portrait.

“Can I go, instead?” Charlie asked. Bill had frowned, about to question why on earth he would want to, but Charlie quickly interjected, “Please.” He mumbled, “You already went with her…Can you just…give me a chance?”

Surprised and a bit reluctant, Bill had agreed.

That’s how it had happened. Of course, when you had gasped seeing Charlie loitering about the dungeons and not Bill, he had explained to you that “Bill’s busy. Completely forgot about the essay he put away for the last day. Woke me up ten minutes ago, to be honest.”

The dungeons are damp, cold, and quiet. Your footsteps echo off of the walls and short ceiling, almost creating vertigo. It’s dark. No light, just a dim glow of the glossy walls. He can’t make out your face, just your silhouette, and even then only after a while of walking in complete darkness. It is a bit eerie. You can’t afford to shine Lumos – that might give you away. If Snape is even anywhere near these parts, he would surely notice the odd change in lighting.

He grows unease by the minute. You are uncharacteristically quiet. Granted, you might just be scared to speak in case of a spy lurking about, but still, not even a comment? Joke? Inquiry? Completely unlike you, and he knows you well enough by now that you are a chatter box that will argue her way into her grave so having you not whispering or giggling is highly disturbing. He figures you are scared. That’s fine’. He is, too.

“Don’t worry.” His voice never grows higher the sound of your soft footsteps, as his hand, clumsily grasps yours in the dark, “I’m here.”

Your fingers intertwine with his firmly, and he feels warmth spread through his whole body, “You were so silent that I forgot.” You murmur. He practically hears you smiling.

The walk to the secret chamber grows ridiculously short. He feels as if he had just gotten used to feeling your small hand in his when, inevitably, he had to let you go. The passage way had opened with a charm that fell from your lips and a spark from your wand. Once the two of you entered, it closed shut behind you, solid as stone and as if never there to begin with.

The room is airy and cool; a familiar lilac glow illuminates the scarce décor and he has to shut his eyes hurriedly as they sting from the sudden change in lighting, Once he adjusts, he is alert and ready to assist you. He finds you immersed in some letters found in a nearby bin.

“This…” You start, eyeing the papers warily, “Might take a while.”

Charlie shrugs with a sympathetic smile, “I’ve got time.” He assures you.

“Up for some light reading?”

“Define light.”

“Thousands of pages.”

“…Can I skim?”

“If you find the map or at least an allusion to it, you can eat these papers for all I care.”

“Don’t say that to Barnaby. He might be tempted.”

He felt emotionally and physically beaten after thirty minutes or so. The letters you had given him were mostly about books and taxes and other boring things alike, and before long he had sat down onto the ground. There are no seats here, after all, and the floor is hardly the most comfortable, but it beats standing. What is more, he is tired, and sleepy, and if it was not for the pinching cold he is reminded of each time he exhales a puff of smoke, he would surely be snoring.

He notes you squirm after a while. You had been sitting next to him, then away, and then close by again, lastly you had laid down, but even then your attempts were futile. It was painful watching you. So ridden with stress, sleep deprivation, and his feelings for you, he had, without even contemplating, suggested that—

“You can sit in my lap.” That promptly woke him up; choked up, he added, “I already carried you…so…it’s like that. Just…I’m sitting. And it’s cold. I could start a fire, though.” He suggests awkwardly, a bright red blush blooming on his freckled cheeks. You simply stare at him, void of words, the letters between your fingers long forgotten. After a pause, he notes you blush like a rose and nod shakily. You pick yourself off of the ground – and the letters that spill from your grasp – and make your way to him. He watches you approach with a racing heart. Merlin, why can’t he be cool and collected like Bill is?!

Your body is like a furnace, heating his frosted fingers and making him smile shyly into your shoulder. His arms wrap around your waist and your back hits his chest. You hurriedly pull the parchment to hide your face, and he wonders can you even read anything from so close. He catches a whiff of your perfume and his heart skips a beat. Really, this was not a good idea. How will he focus now?!

“…Hey…Charlie?” You squeak. He clears his throat.

“Yes, (Name)?”

“You know… The Yule Ball is coming up, and I…wasn’t planning on going, but...” You tilt your head to get a look at him; once your eye meets his, your lips quirk upwards into a lovely smile, “If…you wanted to go…”

“I best get my suit ready, then.” He grins at you, squeezing you closer. With a pleased smile you turn back to the letters, “But…shouldn’t I be the one to ask you?”

“Were you going to?”

“Well…no—“

“My point exactly.”

 BONUS:

The windows are dotted with snowflakes; outside a storm rages over the castle, icy wind howling. A glimpse of it can be caught once doors open. It is usually Hagrid carrying Christmas decorations, or an occasional pine tree.  Festive music echoes in the halls. The students whisper amongst themselves what they will do on holiday, who they will invite to the dance. The atmosphere is sweet and gleeful. Couples in love use the odd mistletoe to smooch and be screamed at by Prefects and teachers alike.

It’s late in the evening and you had just picked up some Potions books from the Library once you ran into Bill. If you hadn’t known any better, you’d say he was waiting for you to emerge. You greet him with a smile as you pull the heavy tombs closer to your chest. He returns the grin with a nervous twitch, and falls into step with you. The two of you chat the whole way to the staircase leading to the dungeons, where you stop to give him a quick hug. Once you turn to leave he calls after you, breathless, a question leaving his lips.

“Do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me?”

You freeze in place. Gulping, a tad saddened to be the bearer of bad news, you look at him helplessly, offering an apologetic smile, “Oh, I’m sorry, Bill…But…Someone already asked me…” You admit, “And I said yes.”

His face crumbles a bit, but he soon glosses over the obvious hurt of rejection with a cheery, “Oh! Well, save me a dance, then. Catch you later?”

“I’m sorry, Bill—“

But he’s already on his way back to the Gryffindor Common Room.

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“Cause it’s a bittersweet symphony this life…”

Describe your character; How do you see your character in your own eyes and not based off the bio. How have you developed this character into your own

Oh God, where do I start? Lightning is a good person first and foremost. He is a kind and genuine person with a knack for sarcasm and playful teasing. He just wants everyone to be happy and at peace because unfortunately he isn’t. He struggled to even be considered as a racer, Not to go too long into this but he was in a relationship with someone who sabotaged his first race and pushed him into becoming closed. That same person continued to hurt him for a long time. He only felt safe with his Radiator Springs family and losing Doc Hudson left him feeling empty again. I made his life a little darker but there’s a bright light at the end of it. He’s been made a person who cares and someone who will go to all ends to make sure that no one feels like he does.

What’s your favorite thing about your character? what’s your least favorite?

My favorite thing about him is his attitude towards things. He’s relentless in his search for what makes him happy. He will race again. He knows it because he believes it. He believes the people he meets are kind and deserve to be treated with kindness.

He makes me want to believe that too. I wish it was easier got me to motivate myself like he can.

My least favorite thing is how hard he is on himself. He denies himself things in order to protect himself and because he feels he doesn’t deserve it.

What are some of your favorite relationships your character has formed? (Friendships, relationships, yada ya)

Well, Lightning hasn’t been around for long but

Francesco, of course. They are the prefect fit as friends. They just balance each other so well and he needs someone around who will be a dick when he can’t be. I’me excited for their friendship and their future together.

Dusty! Dusty is the best and he’s Lightning’s little brother okay? Lightning is very invested in Dusty being the best person he can be and doing everything he loves to do and he worries more about Dusty then anybody else.

Someone else he’s really connected with is Shaggy. It might be because of my love for him and Scooby but it seems like they hit it off immediately so I can’t wait for their friendship to grow!

Dodger was the first person to speak to Lightning. He immediately struck Lightning as a good person and he seemed understanding and they just kinda clicked. I need to see more of the two of them.

Also Daphne, she just kind of showed up and blindsided him with kindness and made him comfortable without him realizing it. I love it because my baby needs a friend like her.

Has your character changed you in any way? Or do you yourself in yourself in your character?

Lightning has helped me a lot. I poured a little bit of my soul into him to bring him to life. I’m gonna try not to be too sad but one of the reasons he has PTSD is because I do. It’s something that I’ve had to deal with for a long time and I do get very bad bouts of Depression and it gets bad and that’s all I’ll say about that but ever since picking Lightning up, I’ve felt better. He’s an outlet and it feels like he would understand me. He’s a good person and he’s teaching me that so am I. The worst parts of him are me as sad as that sounds. The things that break him and push him over the edge are very similar to mine. I’m glad he has people who love him and I’m glad I do too.  I want him to be better because he deserves it and I guess I’m seeing that I deserve to feel better too.

Do you think your character has had a big impact on Walt? Is it a good impact or bad?

He’s had a positive impact, I hope. He hasn’t been around long enough to be a big impact but I can only hope that he’ll help everyone he meets. I honestly don’t want him to be a big impact just a good one. It’s not about who gets the most attention but who makes the biggest difference.

What is some progress you hope to have with your character in the future?

I hope that he’ll be happier and find more friends. He’ll be the best person he can be and hopefully that’ll make a good impact here.

What is one thing you would tell your character?

I would tell him that it wasn’t his fault. That he doesn’t have to carry all of that pain with him and that it’s okay to let it go and let others help you. I would tell him he’s an amazing person who deserves every bit of love he gets.

What has been YOUR favorite thing about walt?

I love that it’s a place of creativity. We can do so much and grow not only the characters but ourselves too. Opening the doors of ourselves to others and meeting new people and forming connections.

Has your experience been a positive one? (BE HONEST YO.)

It has. I was here a long time ago and I carry the memories from then in my heart. Coming back was an emotional roller-coaster but I’m glad I did. It’s been hard getting the hang of things and at times it feels like some people have built a wall and don’t want anyone else to come in. This place is magic if you go out beyond the same 2 or 3 people. I hope those walls drop and everyone feels like they belong.

Got a favorite memory? Share it!

My favorite memory this time around? I think that would be Lightning finding Dusty again. The way they greeted each other and instantly fell into friendship was awesome. I live for healthy friendships that help each other grow.

There was a tie for Francesco finding out Lightning has an issue and going out of his way to help him. Because that is a true friend.

What are you looking forward too in the future?

I’m looking forward to watching Lightning grow out of this shell he’s put himself in. I’m looking forward to him gaining friends, (and hopefully someone adding his Cars friends to the mix!) and let’s be honest, I can’t wait for him to accept the love Francesco is so lovingly giving him.

Have you had a favorite event? Favorite plot? Share it right here

One of my favorite events from the old days was genderswap. It was so fun having them deal being a different gender. I think superhero event was cool too. I’m a big superhero nerd.

Favorite character that’s not your own and why

Kinda hard to narrow it down but…

I love Francesco. He is literally the funniest. I love how he deals with people and life because it’s not the best way but it’s his way.

Dustin Crophopper. I absolutely love him. He just makes my day so much better and he’s a sassy sweetheart and I love him. 

I also love Shaggy and Fred and Eeyore. They’re all so awesome and Lightning is already attached. They’re just so well thought out and I live for characters who thrive like that. Also Alicia, you are the best and I love you.

Ideas, shoutouts, request, dedications, questions? Put ‘em here!

@alwaysa-winner Who would I be without you? In and out of rp, you are my partner in crime and I’m glad I have you in my life. You came into my life through RP so it’s just awesome we’re still doing this and thriving.

@wallyspade Zulema. I am glad that Walt is still here. There will never be anything that gives me such nostalgia and warms my heart like what you’ve built here. I met you here and that is worth more then anything. Thank you for taking me back.

@whydidyoutakemeaway Kaitlyn, I love you okay? I love talking to you and plotting with you. You are the sweetest and I will literally do anything for you. I’m glad I came back and I’m even happier that you’re happy I’m back too.

@fawneverwould I just met you and I love you. I love your babies and I love how sweet and welcoming you are. You try so hard to be kind to everyone and make sure everyone feels loved and I hope that you feel the love you give in return.

#watask #Can I tell you guys this took forever because I couldn't shorten what I was trying to say #so I had to cut down but good thing I have Naveen so I can add on to some do this!

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Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone: Everyone Lives AU

Table of Contents

Chapter Ten Halloween

Dear Harry,

Again, congratulations on making the Gryffindor Quidditch team. We’re so proud of you. Please promise to be careful and only use your broom during practice and not to use it to get yourself into trouble. And don’t let it take time away from your school work. And don’t forget to stay well-rested. You know how dangerous it is to fly when you’re tired.

We love you and miss you.

Love,

Mum and Dad

P.S. DO NOT OPEN THIS AT BREAKFAST. I’m sure you can imagine the uproar a first year getting a broom will cause. Please be considerate of your classmates.

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Dear Mum and Dad,

Sorry I haven’t had time to write. Things have been very busy! I’m trying very hard to work on all my classes while doing Quidditch practice. At least Quidditch is something I’m good at. Can’t say the same for Potions.

Are things still going well at home? Mum isn’t really going to get a job is she? That would be kind of weird. Ron’s Mum doesn’t work. But his Dad does, so I guess that’s okay. And both Neville’s parents work. And Susan’s aunt. Would she get a ministry job or a Muggle job? A Muggle job might be kind of fun.

My first Quidditch game is on the 16th November. I hope you can come. And Sirius and Uncle Remus.

I’ll see you soon. The Halloween Feast is coming up, and it’s only a month until our first game. I’m so excited I can’t wait! But also there is too much and I wish it could slow down just a little bit. Does school always feel like this?

With love, Harry

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Dear Harry,

Of course we’ll be at your Quidditch game. We wouldn’t miss it for anything.

And I don’t know if I’ll be getting a job or not. I only glanced through the ads in the Prophet and your father nearly had a fit. I just need something to do at home now that you’re not here is all. It’s a bit dull when I don’t have to chase down your broom or worry about patching up your scrapes. As much as I could do that to your father, he generally takes care of himself.

Uncle Remus says he can make your Quidditch match, and I’m sure it would take a hoard of dementors to keep Sirius away.

And yes, school always feels like that. It’s alright. You’ll get used to it, and if not, you’ll have summer breaks to help out.

With Love, Mum and Dad

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Dear Sirius,

Thanks for the spells! I haven’t tried them yet, but I did open my Nimbus 2000 at breakfast where Malfoy could see. He looked so jealous. It was some worthy revenge.

Also please stop telling Mum and Dad things. Dad thinks I’ve gotten into a fight when I didn’t, I was just out of bed late. The garden snake was months ago. I said I was sorry — even if it was pretty funny. Dad and Uncle Remus even thought so.

I hope you can come to my Quidditch game!

Love, Harry

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Dear Harry,

Sorry about that slip. I only mentioned to your dad you were coming along as an excellent dueler, and he asked me where that came from, and I told him that Malfoy had challenged you and you’d accepted. Not to worry, your mum didn’t hear a word of it. And I did tell your dad you didn’t get into any trouble and there wasn’t a fight. Though I don’t think he believed me.

I’ll go through my old books and school things, if I can find any of it. I think most of my first-year things might’ve been left at the old house. I’ll see if I have anything you’d be able to use and send it your way as soon as I do. Might even be able to find some Zonko’s stuff. The good old stuff, none of the boring newfangled ones.

I’ll definitely be at your Quidditch game. I wouldn’t miss it for the world! If I remember right, the first match is always Gryffindor-Slytherin, eh? I’ll break out all the red and gold I have. You’ll crush ‘em. I know it!

Best of luck and see you soon!

With love, Sirius

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Dear Uncle Remus,

I’m so excited you can come to my Quidditch match! (At least, Mum said you were coming. You are coming, aren’t you?)

We’ve just had the Halloween Feast. I’m sure it would’ve been amazing, but there was a bit of an accident. McGonagall said she’d tell Dumbledore, so I’m sure Mum and Dad know already, but if they don’t, just show them this, okay? (I figured I should tell you because it’s more your area.)

So Ron and I walk into the Great Hall and we’re just about to start eating when Quirrell comes running in and tells Dumbledore that there’s a troll in the dungeon. And then everyone is running around and prefects are trying to get everyone into the dorms. Ron and I were going back—I promise, we were doing what we were told—but we remembered that one of the Gryffindor girls was in the bathroom, and didn’t know about the troll, so we went back to tell her.

Except we ran into the troll on the way. It went into the bathroom and we went in to try to get her out. But she was so scared she couldn’t move. And Ron and I tried making noise to confuse it and that worked for a little bit, but not for long, and then it went after Ron. So I jumped on it and my wand got stuck in its nose. Then Ron used Wingardium Leviosa on its club and then dropped the club on its head and knocked it out.

After McGonagall scolded us, she gave us ten points. (Well, five, after you take out that she took five from Hermione, but it was still points.)

Ron, Hermione and I are all okay. It was a little scary and smelly (so smelly) but we are fine.

Do you know how to get rid of troll smell? Ron says my wand is fine, but I think there is still a bad smell every time I try to practice a spell.

Love, Harry

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Dear Harry,

Of course I will be at your Quidditch game. I’m very excited. Not nearly as excited as Sirius, but very excited.

And your parents did tell me something about the troll. They said they received a letter from PROFESSOR Dumbledore commending your bravery and quick thinking. I’m happy to share your version of events with them. I’m sure they will be sufficiently worried about you.

And I’m sure you heard it from PROFESSOR McGonagall, and I’m sure your parents will write to you again and tell you to be careful, but you’re still going to hear it from me.

BE CAREFUL.

Facing a troll is dangerous even for a skilled wizard. It’s a miracle none of you were hurt. You’re lucky you were able to knock it out. And for that, you and Ron were very smart for doing so. Never forget your rudimentary spells. A more experienced wizard might have tried a Stunning Charm, which would not work on a troll. But you were able to stun it more creatively with spells designed for other things.

Remember, never let your knowledge of spells stifle your creativity. It’s important to think outside the box, especially in Defense Against the Dark Arts. There are often wards and protections against the common spells you would think to use, so keep working at unusual ways to solve problems. There is always more than one answer!

Again, congratulations, (on all of it, from Quidditch to the troll) and I will see you very soon! Only two weeks until your game!

With Love, Uncle Remus

PS: Be very careful about cleaning your wand. Use no magic or potions. If you still can’t get the smell out, we can take it to Ollivander to take care of it so none of the magical properties in the core or wood are compromised.

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prompt: Blackinnon soulmate AU during their years at Hogwarts - just happy Blackinnon because there’s not enough of it.

On your wrist you are born with a number. This is the amount of times you and your mate will see each other before you actually meet.

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Marlene tried to ignore the constant number ticking down on her wrist. The number hadn’t moved before she got onto the platform for her first year at Hogwarts, but it ticked down at least a few times a day, almost every day. It always stopped after the year was over. Only once did the timer move while it was summer holiday, but it had been while she was in Diagon Alley, crowded with students getting their supplies. She’d seen plenty of vaguely familiar people that day, but she hadn’t noticed the change until she was back at home.

“Haven’t you just tried to figure it out?”

Emmeline Vance was sitting on Marlene’s bed, watching as Marlene was running around the fifth year dormitory, trying to find her Prefect badge. “Of course not. I mean, I spent so long with it never moving from such a high number that I just stopped caring by the time I got to Hogwarts.”

“Yeah, but that means you at least probably know who yours is.” Emmeline’s number had always just been one. “I get a stranger, probably a muggle.”

Marlene let out an agitated sigh. “Not necessarily. Could you at least help me? I’m late for my rounds and I can’t find that bloody pin anywhere.” Rolling her eyes, Emmeline stood up and helped Marlene search the room. Finally, they found it stuck to the bottom of her school bag.

“What’s it at, anyway?”

After pinning the blue badge to her chest, she glanced at her wrist. “Two. I need to go, Em.”

“Will you let me do your hair tomorrow? You should try and look cute.”

Letting out a sigh, Marlene quickly agrees so that she can just leave and meet Remus. But instead of Remus outside the Ravenclaw common room, Lily Evans was standing in front of her. Marlene was confused but greeted her friend all the same.

“I hope you don’t mind, but something came up with Remus’s mum. He had to go be with her, so I’m covering for him.” Lily tucked the few hairs that were out of her bun behind her ear as they started walking through the halls.

“Oh, that’s fine. Is-is she okay? I mean, if he had to go be with her, it must be pretty bad.”

The redhead tucked her hands into her pockets. “I’m, uh, not sure. Didn’t say.” The pair conversed easily as they walked the halls together. It was a quiet weekend, there were only a few roaming second years and a pair of fourth year Gryffindors making out in a broom closet. As time was getting low, they made a round outside the castle before walking back to the courtyard and splitting away towards their separate towers with short goodbyes and ‘see you in class tomorrows.

Marlene collapsed onto her bed, thankful Emmeline was asleep, not bothering to change out of her robes, and fell asleep immediately.

She woke up to prodding. “C’mon. Get up, lazy.” Emmeline then proceeded to sit on Marlene’s legs, eliciting a groan from the girl. “I set out fresh robes for you. You should wear clean ones. C’mon. I want to do your hair.”

Rolling over, Marlene groggily changed into the fresh robes at the edge of her bed. The other girls weren’t up yet. Why should they be? It was far too early to be awake on a Monday, anyway. Emmeline was sitting on her own trunk at the end of her four poster, waiting for Marlene to get dressed. Nevermind that she still hadn’t gotten dressed yet. Grabbing the novel she was reading, Marlene sat in front of Emmeline so that she could do a braid and Merlin knows what else to her blonde hair.

“Wait, who did you see last night?”

“Wha’ you on about?”

Emmeline pulled her sweater sleeve a little further up. “Last night, you said it was at two. Now it’s at one.”

It was, indeed, now at one. She shook her head and looked up at Emmeline, who was now standing in front of her. “That’s impossible.” Glancing back at her wrist, she traced a finger over the number. “All we saw were some second years and a couple of fourth years.”

“It’s been counting down since first year, though.”

“I know,” Marlene trailed off, continuing to trace the number at her wrist, actually paying attention to it for once. Everyone said there would be a pinch when it reached zero, a slight pain in the wrist and there would be a black zero there until the other died when it would change to a scar.

Emmeline offered to put makeup on Marlene, who just waved her off, mumbled a few short words about going to the library before breakfast, and shoved books into her bag before heading out.

In the library, she did the one thing she’d always told herself she’d never do: make a list. Made a list of every student from seventh to fifth year in the entire school, crossing off all the ones that she for sure had properly met. Hi, hello, name exchange. The whole shebang.

Shockingly, there weren’t that many names left. All the Ravenclaws were out automatically. All of fifth year Hufflepuff was gone as well. (Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff had the most classes together throughout the first few years at school, and Marlene realized she’d properly met all of them.) She was sure most of Slytherin was gone. Surely a meeting included hexing?

Then there were all the prefects gone. All of the Slug Club. All the people she’d caught in the hall during rounds. Then it was just ten names.

“This just doesn’t make sense.”

After just staring at the names, running each over in her head, she crumpled the list and shoved it into the bottom of her bag, making her way to the Great Hall.

Emmeline was already sitting at the table, an expectant smile on her face. It dropped when Marlene shook her head. Emmeline was ranting, and Marlene was drinking her tea, trying to inconspicuously keep an eye on the entrance. She nodded along, feigning interest in the Vance family affairs being told to her.

As each of the names walked in, she was waiting for a pinch, but there was nothing. Now halfway through the ten, she felt it. She sighed internally as he looked toward the Ravenclaw table and stopped walking. She stood, making her way towards the idiot.

Marlene took him by the arm and walked with him—more like dragged him—out of the Great Hall. “Pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, McKinnon.”

“Oh, shut it, Black.”

She rounded the corner before she let go of his arm and faced him fully.

“You don’t seem happy to see me again, McKinnon. Disappointed, are we?” Marlene shook her head, trying to figure it out. She hadn’t seen him last night. He hadn’t been there. If he had, Lily would have been more than happy to take some points away from Gryffindor. She opened the door to a barely used classroom and shoved him in. “Well, McKinnon, I’m honored, but we just met and-”

“Would you shut up for just two seconds, please?” Marlene shouted at him.

Sirius leaned against the wall, smirking, eyebrow raised. He wasn’t planning on volunteering how she’d likely seen him last night. He was sure that’s what this was about. He’d seen her, noticed the number change in the morning, but he wasn’t sure if she’d seen him as well. By the state of her, he’d wager she had.

“I didn’t,” she stopped because evidently, she had, “Explain to me how I saw you last night.” Marlene turned toward Sirius, who was far too calm about this entire thing. Holding up her wrist, she said, “This was a two before I went on rounds with Lily. We found two Slytherin second years and two fourth year Gryffindors, none of which were you, so why did I wake up with a one on my wrist?”

He grabbed her left wrist calmly with his own left wrist, which now had a matching zero. “If I tell you, you have to promise me something.”

“I won’t give you detention or anything,” Marlene sighed, calming down a bit now that she was near answers. “I can’t, anyway. Would’ve had to report it last night.”

Sirius shook his head. “That’s not it. You just can’t—I may not be able to answer all of your questions, okay?” She started to question him, but he interrupted her, “It’s something I have to show you. Just stay there.” He dropped her wrist and took a few paces away from her. Spelling the door shut for good measure, he then transformed into a large, black dog before her eyes.

At first, shock flashed across her face as Sirius took a few timid steps forward, looking up at her to assess her reaction. Her face contorted a few various ways, and he wasn’t sure what any of them meant. She sunk to the ground.

She’d never believed in all the Divination nonsense, but she thought maybe she’d been imagining the Grim-like dog she’d seen more than once around the grounds. “Transfigure back before I hex you.” The dog smiled, stepped away, and then Sirius was standing in front of her.

He sunk down across from her. She was clearly still processing everything, so he just stayed silent, allowing her the silence for a bit. “Tell me what you’re thinking, McKinnon.”

“You’re not registered, are you?”

“What makes you say that?”

“You locked the door,” Marlene said, pointing her wand and muttering the countercharm, “and they would’ve told us so that we could give detention to big black dogs wandering around the woods at night.”

Sirius let out a short laugh. “What else?”

“That was a no, then?” Sirius nodded, a smirk settling on his face. He could see the questions littering her face. She shook her head in disbelief. “Who else knows?”

“James, Remus, Peter. I’ve never told Dumbledore, but I’m sure he knows. He knows everything.”

Marlene nodded, biting the inside of her cheek. “Why?” Sirius remained silent. “Okay,” Marlene trailed off for few moments, “when did you have the time to do this? It’s not exactly a quick process.”

And this continued for a while. Marlene asked vague questions and Sirius answered only a few of them and answered them vaguely. Eventually, they just moved into a conversation, staying in the empty classroom throughout their free period. As the hour came for Marlene to go to Arithmancy, she stood up from the floor, grabbing her bag.

“You could always skip and stay with me. We could go down to the kitchens.”

“The kitchens? We just had breakfast.”

“You did, and then you pulled me out of the Great Hall before I could eat.”

Marlene stopped and actually considered skipping a class for the first time in her life. It was only a moment, but then she shook her head. “Can’t. I really should go to class.”

Sirius conceded with a nod. “See you ‘round, I suppose?”

Smiles folded over both of their faces as she said, “Oh, I don’t know, maybe?” and walked out of the classroom.

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