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mad-madam-m · 2 years

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T&B2 Thoughts: Episode 13 – Constant dropping wears away a stone.

This one is mostly incoherent screeching and me waving screenshots in your faces; I apologize in advance.

- Aaaaaand dammit, they're giving me feelings about the twins again and their weird little family.

- Look. Look. I am a sucker for violent, chaotic characters who 1) enjoy the violence just for shits and giggles and 2) also have someone they care truly and deeply about (e.g., Spike from Buffy, anyone??). And Fugan and Mugan very much fit that profile.

- So Ouroboros wants the world to fear NEXT. But why?

- LORD seeing Barnaby just go fucking ballistic on Fugan gave me chills. And then you have Kotetsu speaking up when the rookies want to stop him, because he trusts that Barnaby has a plan. Because Barnaby always has a plan, always knows what he’s doing, even if it doesn’t look like it to an outside observer. And Kotetsu knows that now.

- And here we are, finally back to the first scene of the season.

- I think this is actually a hint that Barnaby did have a plan and wasn’t just going batshit because Kotetsu was hurt: his power is still active when he lets out his final attack. In order to test his hypothesis, he needed to attack Fugan a lot with the Hundred Power, but he needed to make sure he had enough time left to survive the attack Fugan would hit him with. And he hits that balance, which tells me he was very aware of what he was doing.

- And Barnaby's sacrifice pays off. Fugan’s arms are broken, and they know his weakness: with the way the drug boosted his NEXT abilities, his body literally can’t hold up under the amount of power he absorbs. It’s going to tear him apart.

- And even as hurt as Fugan is, he's afraid to stop here—not for himself, but because Ouroboros could hurt Brahe. We see that they're stuck between a rock and a hard place, too.

- NO SHIT WHO COULD POSSIBLY HAVE FORESEEN THIS TURN OF EVENTS

- If we see Rosicky bite it in the next cour, I will not be terribly upset.

- Fuuuuuuck now that Barnaby and Kotetsu are basically out of commission, we’re down to just the kids.

- And we have Black and Cat working together to protect Thomas because he's the only one with a strong attack. They really are trying, but there’s so little they can do against Fugan and Mugan.

- YEAH LARA'S MOM YOU SEE WHAT THE HERO JOB REALLY IS

- I admint, I was viciously pleased to see her so horrified. I’m not proud of it.

- It does make me wonder if she’ll change her tune in the second half of the season, and try to stop Cat from being a hero, or if she’ll double down that much harder.

- Jeez Barnaby and Kotetsu are in rough, rough shape. And the fight’s not over!

- I knew, I knew that whatever was inside Kid’s charm would be something like this, and I was absolutely not disappointed with the reveal. The drawing is so cute, my heart.

- And it’s her partner’s faith in her that gives Cat the courage to stand up and stop the twins.

- OH LOOK I'VE BEEN IMPALED

- Relatedly, boy Cat is gonna have some PTSD from this.

- I’m fine I’M FINE I’M FINE

- Okay but the way it looks like Fugan is right, that Thomas is using Kotetsu to protect himself, keeping Fugan from attacking...and then the realization hits that Kotetsu is holding himself up, and Thomas is holding Barnaby.

- Three minutes ago Kotetsu could barely stand, but clearly he’s summoned his “I need to hold up my boyfriend” powers from the depths of his soul.

- I love that they try to get Fugan and Mugan medical help *sobs*

- And it’s Kotetsu and Barnaby together explaining how they figured out Fugan couldn’t absorb his own attacks. Even when they were lying there broken and bleeding, they were still paying attention. And it’s a reminder that Kotetsu, as goofy and reckless as he can be, is still very observant; they both are. It’s another reason they’re perfect partners.

- I’m not crying it’s just raining on my face.

- That's how they were petrifying the heroes: Brahe’s NEXT ability. And it only lasts as long as he keeps one hand in a fist, and he let it go so that he could hold his sons before he dies. And it’s for no other reason than he wants to hold his sons. I'm fine.

- I don't see how it could've ended any other way for them, but damn I kinda wanted the heroes to end up with the very chaotic murder twins as weird "violence is our first resort!" cousins. That would’ve been hilarious.

- Mr. and Mrs. Lyle getting a brand-new son-in-law. I’m sure they won’t object.

- KID’S FACE when she realizes Cat saw the silly drawing. Genuinely horrified, never expected that to see the light of day. I can’t even. XD

- I love all the hero partners so much, they’re all so wonderful.

- My thoughts exactly, Kotetsu.

- HOW ABOUT TONIGHT

- LET'S HAVE OUR DATE TONIGHT

- LET'S HAVE A TOAST WITH OUR IVS

- AND THE SEASON ENDS WITH THEM LOOKING AT EACH OTHER FONDLY AND LAUGHING TOGETHER I'M STILL GOING FUCKING FERAL OVER THIS, MONTHS LATER.

- BARNABY IS LAUGHING. BARNABY. LAUGHING. WITH KOTETSU. BECAUSE OF KOTETSU. GOD.

- THEY FINALLY GOT THEIR FUCKING DATE IN A WAY I ABSOLUTELY DIDN’T EXPECT BUT YET IT’S STILL KIND OF PERFECT.

- And Gregory Sunshine disappears into Stern Bild with a case of the drug that enhances NEXT powers, with a look that says “I’m going to cause problems on purpose.”

Y’all honestly, I was trying so hard to keep my expectations at a minimum with this new season, and the series absolutely blew past them. I got everything I wanted and then some, and I can’t wait to see what cour 2 will bring.

I love this fuckin’ show.

#Tiger & Bunny #Tiger and Bunny #Tiger & Bunny 2 #M watches TNB #M writes meta #M rambles

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mcyt-transcribed · 1 year

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[Transcript and Video Description:

[The video starts off with Stampy holding the camera and speaking to the audience. Lively music is played throughout the entire video.]

Stampy: Hello! This is Stampy! And just in case you haven't seen me for a while, I thought I'd do a little update just to let you know what I've been up to these days!

[Footage cuts to clips from his Lovely World videos]

I'm still making Lovely World videos in Minecraft and upload a new one every Wednesday. I play on PC now so I have fancy graphics and I've been busy renovating old places, building new structures, and of course, lots of minigames. Hit The Target is still after my dogs and his plans have become increasingly devious. He's even poisoned Barnaby and taken control of my Fun Land!

[Footage cuts to Stampy sitting in a chair typing on a laptop. Papers are falling around him from above.]

I've also been writing a series of Stampy Cat novels! I plan on doing four and have written three of them already.

[The camera is now behind Stampy and we can see what is on his screen. He is looking at drawings of hybrid animals, before he notices the camera and closes his laptop.]

Sadly, none of them are ready to be shared yet, so you're just gonna have to be patient if you have any interest in reading them.

[Footage cuts to clips from his YouTube channel The Bonus Points]

I've also started a new YouTube channel called "The Bonus Points" with Oli, one of my old school friends. We have an ongoing podcast where we discuss and rank a wide variety of games, sometimes with special guests. The channel is also packed full of videos where we compete in challenges playing games in ways they were never intended. The Bonus Points is aimed for an older audience than my Stampy channel, but that doesn't mean I'm any less silly on there.

[Footage cuts to clips of Stampy rock climbing, biking, Spinning on a swing

Finally, I have picked up a few extra hobbies and I'm now more active than I ever have been. It turns out that leaving the house can actually be quite fun! Huh. Wish I knew that sooner.

[Footage cuts to a fireplace, then his three pets Alex, Mae, and Ori respectively.]

Then again, I still do love staying home and having cozy evenings with Sqaishey, my two dogs Alex and Mae, and of course, my cat Ori.

[Footage cuts to a complication of clips from things mentioned above]

Hopefully you now have a better idea of what I've been doing recently. I obviously don't get as many views on YouTube as I used to, but I'm happier now than I ever have been. So, thanks for watching, and I'll see you later. Bye!

End transcript and VD.]

#transcribed #mod daisy #stampylongnose #stampylonghead #YouTube #eye contact #video description #video #youtube short

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a-little-ray-of-fantasy · 1 year

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These three are my blog's MPVs, the characters I find myself gushing the most about.

And, naturally, it means I have a type, because Habit, Stolas and Barnaby have a lot in common.

- Morally grey.

- LGBT+ (Stolas is gay, Habit is trans and queer, Barnaby is ace, homoromantic and genderfluid).

- Tall bois.

- Linked to darkness while having a bubbly personality.

- Can either be the sweetest beans, the most flamboyant goofballs, or the creepiest cryptids.

- Music lovers.

- Neurodivergent (Barnaby is canonically autistic; no confirmation for Stolas or Habit but there's a lot of strong implications for them both)

- Hide their horrible past behind a smile (Stolas numbed himself down to depression due to an abusive life; Habit got abused and underwent a psychological downward spiral where he came close to repeat the cycle of violence; Barnaby died young and suffers from identity crisis, and from something about his past that he can't remember).

- Peculiar speech patterns (Stolas tends to draw some words out due to his posh ubringing; Habit speaks with grammar errors and smiley faces; Barnaby vocal stims a lot with hoots and talks loud and quickly)

- Father figures (Stolas loves spending time with his daughter Octavia; Habit has created paper creatures called Carlas who refer to him as 'father', and he's implied he has adopted Putunia after the game ended; Barnaby's case is still ambigous, but there's a photo of his alive days where he's seen happily holding a young child).

- Various degree of eccentric (Stolas tends to be very emotionally driven, and his flamboyancy clashes a lot with the rest of the characters; Habit's thought process, according to Twitter, is very quirky, and the way he runs the Habitat is questionable at best; Barnaby is nonsensical, both from a naturally mischievous attitude now that he's dead, and mental health deteoration).

- Very affectionate if they consider you their friend.

- Peak fashion tastes!

- All of them suffer from loneliness, and just want to be loved.

I could probably go on and on, but these are the main points. I love these adorable, creepy, funny, sad guys! **

#Vivziepop #Helluva Boss #Stolas #Helluva Stolas #Helluva Boss Stolas #Prince Stolas #Stolas Goetia #Smile for Me #Boris Habit #Dr Habit #Billie Bust Up #BBU Barnaby #Barnaby #Fave Characters #Comfort Characters #Personal Rambles

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starminion-13 · 11 months

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Hey there! Sorry this is late, but the poll results are in! ^^

I may be late on this one, but I made a poll about a week ago, and the results are in!

I'm honestly quite surprised I have a three way tie for first between Barnaby, Eddie and Frank! Now I want to clear up something... I will draw the other characters, I wanted to see what you guys thought! I will draw the others once I complete my secret project! ^^

Who knows... Maybe I might add them into it as well... ;3

Anyways, that's all from me for now! Thank you so much for those who has participated! Have a lovely day/evening everyone! ^^

#welcome home fanart #welcome home #welcome home art #welcome home arg #welcome home barnaby #welcome home frank #welcome home eddie #welcome home julie #welcome home sally #welcome home poppy

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cartooncreature · 6 months

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MY WELCOME HOME OC’S STORY KINDA SORTA SLIGHTLY PREDICTED-ISH THE RECORD!!! (Not really)

General story and some sketches vvv

(It’s long and rambly and the sketches are rough, so fair warning lol)

My little guy is named Richie Rings, he’s a lonely little clown who lives off on his own and sneaks around the neighborhood at night. He was introduced in a fully animated Halloween special where Eddie shares a story about the boogie man and spooks everybody, then Wally is sent off to get something (maybe snacks? I thinks that’s what I said?) where he’s mysteriously stolen away without a trace.

The episode splits into two separate stories. One of Wally and the mysterious figure (Richie), and the other with the neighbors searching for him.

Wally finds himself in a circus tent where Richie creeps out to spook him, only for Wally to tell him that it’s not nice to take people places without asking first. Those kinds of interactions proceed back and forth until Richie finally confesses that he was lonely and wanted to join their party but was too scared to ask. Wally takes him back to the group who all celebrates when they find him and he says “look, this is our new friend, Richie!” And that’s generally where the episode would end. Happy ending for all yippee woo!

Then, since Richie didn’t have a puppet made for him, he wasn’t in any more episodes until the Christmas special where they made him a puppet that looked much softer and nicer than his Halloween animated self. Everyone’s a little hesitant since, well, he kidnapped Wally last they saw him. But the special is all about forgiveness and being neighborly and such. Eventually everyone warms up to him, in one way or another and at drastically different levels. (Ex. Poppy is nervous around him since he did pose a literal threat, Home isn’t a fan since he took Wally away, but Barnaby warms up to him pretty quickly as they bonded over loving jokes and such, and Wally, being Wally, just vibes with him from the start, ironically)

(I say I predicted this, but it’s mostly just the spooky stories at Halloween time thing, and maybe the clown part but I don’t wanna make Sally mad)

Anywho, here’s some drawings I did of him! (I few things have changed since I drew these, but I haven’t gotten around to making him an official character sheet type thing)

I decided he’s actually quite a bit taller than Wally, and I’m trying to make his “nicer” outfit a little more period accurate, it looks too 80s. Also Wally isn’t tied up, just snatched.

And then of course I have a shit load of angst.

So you see, since Richie was only made for specials, they didn’t give his puppet the full treatment, you know? They didn’t make him as sturdy as the others, so when there was a bit of an accident that involved lots of boxes falling at a bad time, his arm was completely torn off. Rather than fixing him then as they would another puppet, they said eh, we’ll fix him next holiday season, and tossed him in a closet. Spoiler alert, they never fixed him. They just stopped adding him into specials. He was only in two or three, so when he stopped showing up hardly anyone noticed or cared enough to bring it up. So, he rotted away in some storage closet.

The time and rot left him so damaged he couldn’t walk and could barely speak. He gave up on looking for help, until one day he heard the door creak open. He begged for help, crying and sobbing and trying to make his way to the door, dragging himself hopelessly across the ground, only for the door to slam in his face as soon as he felt hope bubbling up in his heart again. (Can you tell literature is my favorite school subject?) The door had opened and shit many a time, but he hadn’t gotten nearly as hopeful with them as he had with this one, because in the brick moment he locked eyes with the figure, he recognized him…

(That picture is so rough I’m crying just looking at it dear lord I need to redo it 😭)

But yeah, that’s Richie’s general story for you! I have an idea for a happy ending for him in mind, but that’ll depend on how the actual lore of Welcome Home develops.

I hope I can give him a happy ending because that would mean Wally got a happy ending too, my poor darling.

A few other little traits of Richie’s:

+ He refers to everyone as his favorite (blank). I was gonna list examples but I’m blanking, so just come up with your own idk.

+ He is surprisingly quick to tears, though he usually tries to fight them off

+ I’m not 100% on this, but I’m thinking his skin will be some kind of pale green/teal/blueish color, but his face is white!

+ He’s more of a Gonzo type clown than a Barnaby type. Much more slapstick and accident prone.

+ He wears big tall boots under his leg warmers that helped him stand up, since his legs were less sturdy than the other puppets. Eventually a worker came in and took them for another project, leaving him mostly unable to walk, barley angel to support his weight with his calves, though he could move in his knees for a while until he rotted away.

+The accident with the boxes is what tore his arm off and mangled his other hand, leaving him unable to grab things with any force. Aka, why he was unable to open the door.

Anyway this post is long enough already, but if anyone is interested I’d be more than willing to ramble on about him for hours, I’ve got so much rattling around in my mind! I love Richie with my whole heart and NEED TO DRAW HIM MORE!!!

#welcome home #welcome home oc #welcome home original character #my art #long post #ramblings #i love him so much #also I will probably take away his middle part because people keep thinking it’s supposed to be me

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immagrosscandy · 2 years

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hmm... In light of the Paula is Pepa and Barnaby is Felix post you made (ask was um... also sent by me), I was going to give you the concept of Jacob as Bruno because; Lost Brother. :O But Candy as Julieta... If we go with Julieta's personality it's going to be slightly OOC, and I love Candy the way she is. The problem COULD be fixed if maybe we just add Candy there, powers and all, without acting like Julieta? Anyway that's just my ideas feel free to do whatever you want with them okay bye-

Anon I was thinking the exact same thing you just said to me

Like I said before I wanted to draw Barnaby and Paula as Felix and Pepa, but you clearly didn't know I wanted to draw them singing "We don't talk about Bruno" but instead of Bruno it's Jacob 😂

The fact that it fits perfectly to the character and story, like quirky and weird brother that runs away due to cursed vaults and the pressure of his mother.

like the opportunity was RIGHT THERE and I didn't want to miss it

And yes with them being three siblings, Julieta had to be Candy for obvious reasons. And yes you're also right that Candy and Julieta are very different people, and like there's no way in hell Candy can make you una aperita con queso because she doesn't know how to cook xd

I was thinking that instead of healing food, I could give her another gift. Maybe something with healing so that the character of Julieta is still there: I was thinking of a healing voice, since Candy likes to sing. Or maybe something related to her drawings, I'm still thinking about it

At this point I'm making an Encanto AU and I can't stop it's too strong and cool dhhdjdbdj 😂

#i want to make these drawings so bad #but im not in my house right now #i might not come back in like 2 days #sorry for the inactivity 😅

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 9 months

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Any tips possibly, for drawing Barnaby’s ears and making them floppy? I find that with how fluffy I like to draw them (similarly to you) it’s hard to show gravity laying them down on his shoulders and such. (Also if you see this I REALLY REALLY LOVE YOUR ART, YOUR HUMOR AND YOUR WAY OF TEXTING AND SUCH AND YOU ARE SUCH A BIG INSPIRATION TO ME IN MANY WAYS!! 💙💚)

i can sure as hell try!!! my scribbling process is very much a Subconscious thing so let me know if all of this is too vague / doesn't make Any sense, cause trying to translate it is Tough

okay so

the first Important thing is to visualize Barnaby's ears as physical objects. they have weight, volume. im just now realizing i could have used Clown's ~official site~ art to help clarify, oops. we'll have to do with my own scribbles. they'll mold to whatever manipulates them - not to the extent of water, but they're plushy.

personally, i view them as beanbags, or half-stuffed pillows - or water balloons. thick, and having a specific Shape but not solid. i always start with the basic shape before adding the fluff, as shown below. the "meat" of the ear, the heaviest part and the most affected by gravity, will distort the most when manipulated, and the volume will distribute

then when adding the fluff, keep in mind that the fur/plush folds with the grain. like if you have a pet, and you press your hand to their side, their fur will kinda bend and be "pinned" under your hand.

also! it helps to test this out yourself. if you have a beanbag, or a water balloon, a pillow with depleted stuffing - mess around with em. study how the shape changes and how the volume distributes. if you have something fluffy (a pet, a funky pillowcase, etc) mess around with the fur/fluff! a strong visual inventory helps So So much with art

speaking of weight and distribution!

i split Barnaby's ears up into two (technically three) parts - the anchor, where the ear attaches to his head, and the ear's weights. the first weight is attached to the anchor, so that one doesn't move much. it's mostly just affected by the ear's main weight, which is So Much Fun to play with.

honestly, the second weight is a beanbag all to itself. it really molds to fit the form of whatever presses against it. like shoulders! idk if the white lines are showing it well, but the ears' distribution usually flows off of the first weight and hits the second, where it kinda "bounces" on or falls around the solid surface blocking it

& the space between the weights (blue circles) is just connective. like, it still has stuff in it, but Less, yk? i think this thin space is good for portraying gravity/weight through how much there is - more = stretch, less + squish.

here's some additional visuals for weight, volume (shown with mesh), and gravity

so just.... yk... keep in mind that his ears have Volume and will fold over itself, bunch up, the basic shape is just Very malleable! his ears are beanbags attached to a fixed point on his head - other than that point, they can swing and squish however!

#i feel like this was a lot of words without a real explanation #so let me know if it doesnt make sense! i can try to approach this a different way. or Not if you'd prefer lol #but i Do hope this helps!!#scribble salad #rambles from the bog #also thank you!!! so much!!!#that really does mean so much and im So Glad my silly scribbles can be that for you <3

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indigobackfire · 2 years

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50 Questions about your Romance [ 9/10 ]

41. How do their flaws clash?

Like I've said a hundred times, they're both stubborn, from this is easy to assume what problems may surge.

42. Why do you enjoy writing them?

They're my sweethearts, but also two idiots so it's really fun to write them figuring this romance thing out while also trying crack how to interweave their romance and the conflicts surrounding and inside them.

43. What small quirks do they like about each other?

I've answered dozens here, but I wanna say a couple more xD

Indigo likes how he shakes his legs when he's forcing himself to focus, how he loves walking into the rain and soaking in it; she also loves how, before they started dating, he tried to 'discreetly' flex his muscles to her, likes how he's often fixing her uniform tie even when his is completely out of place, how he crouches by any dog he encounters (likes and hates cause he almost lost his nose because of it a couple of times...), how he sticks his tongue out just the tip when drawing/painting.

Barnaby likes how clumsy she would get around him after they started dating, how territorial she gets while jealous, holding him and all; he loves how, even after years of being together, she always gets flustered when he catches her staring at him, how she takes every opportunity to touch his hands; he finds it very amusing and adorable when she 'loses' her glasses and they're on top of her hair, in her hand, in her shirt, on her face.

44. What would a stranger think if they saw them out together?

"Wtf is this allowed, wtf is that allowed!"

I don't know, depends on what point in their life that stranger saw them. As youngsters, they're this baby faced couple with silly looks on their faces, holding hands; at their early 20s, they're this hip on the rise couple, peak of their attractiveness and energy; at the high of the 2nd WW, they're looking exhausted and hanging by a thread of disaster; then years later they're a family of three with this little girl that thankfully (or not) steals the attention from them.

Rule of thumb, they're never afraid to be affectionate and silly around each other, and they're often standing tall and proud.

45. How do they show the other that they love them?

Also answered here, but more here because I'm never sick of them. Talking practical ways this time.

Indigo always makes sure that she's participative and enthusiastic in the things he enjoys, especially those he enjoys doing with her - talking creatures, playing games, his story telling, etc; always compliments him about his looks and even the smallest of achievements; making sure to shut down the pessimist in her and often gives a word of hope and encouragement (especially in regards to his family and their future together); she offers physical contact as much as she can - even small things like entangling hands, giving/receiving cafuné, sitting on his lap, welcoming hugs, etc; listening to his worries and ideas without making him feel like he's mad.

Barnaby always waits for her, even when absolutely everyone is gone; being open in a way he allows her to venture into his mind; supporting her in her crazy ideas and not making her feel like crap when those fail; worrying about her well being like her body's his own; allowing her to sit on his lap in her cat animagus form for as long as she wants; whenever he makes an effort to better himself for himself and hence for her as well; when he cancels plans to be with her even if she didn't ask him to; helping her with her tasks/chores when everything is overwhelming her.

#50 questions #barnaby lee #indigo silverwood #hphm ships #barnago #indigo×barnaby

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omgrachwrites · 4 years

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The Last Dragon - Charlie Weasley

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x Reader

Summary: With the war brewing, Charlie is captured and is brought to someone he thought he’d never see again

Warnings: angst, teeny tiny bit of fluff if you squint real hard, tw:mentions of torture.

Words: 1474

Disclaimer: This gif doesn’t belong to me!

A/N: This is the last part, I didn’t mean for it to get so dark! Also guys let me know if you want me to write an epilogue or you want me to write a full fanfic (though it probably won’t be for a while) about what happens after this! The random little verses at the beginning and end is just something I made up but I think it fits with this part! I hope you enjoy this last part and please let me know what you think! I love you all! xxx

Part Seven

And, oh how I loved you,

I loved the stars in your eyes,

And forever in your smile,

Then, morning did dawn and you turned to dust,

And that was the beginning of the end.

Charlie chewed his dry lips anxiously as he helped up the twelve year old wizard when he tripped over a tree root. The snatchers scowled at him as they roughly pushed Charlie and the young boy forwards. Charlie sighed and complied, he didn’t want to but it seemed like he had no other choice, he had to keep on going for his family and for her, wherever she was. He hoped that she was well.

He was beginning to regret staying in England after his brother’s wedding but he knew that he’d hate himself if anything happened to his family and he was shut away in Romania. An uneasy feeling squirmed in his gut as he wondered where on earth the snatchers could be taking them. The young wizard was crying beside him quietly, Charlie tried to offer him a kind smile.

“Hey, what’s your name?”

The boy sniffled and looked at Charlie, his right eye was swollen where he’d received a punch from one of the snatchers. Charlie’s chest constricted painfully but he knew that war didn’t spare children, “A-Andrew.”

“It’s going to be okay Andrew, I promise,” Charlie was very much aware that his promise was empty but Andrew still gave him a watery smile.

A scoff came from behind Charlie and he tried to turn his head as much as he could and found himself face to face with a young woman with dark eyes, “I don’t think so handsome. You know where they’re taking us don’t you?” She frowned and continued with a sigh when Charlie quirked an eyebrow. How in Godric’s name was he meant to know where they were being taken?

“They’re taking us to the weeping witch,” Andrew let out a dry sob at her words, “they want information about Harry Potter.”

“Am I missing something? Who’s the weeping witch?” he asked, he’d never heard of such a witch but it didn’t sound like they were going to have a good time.

The woman’s eyes widened, “you mean you don’t know? I’ve heard stories about her on the network from someone who escaped, Ben Copper I think his name was. He said that even when she was pointing her wand at his face she was crying. He said that he saw himself dying in the whites of her eyes,” she explained with a shudder, “nobody knows how he escaped.”

Charlie was stunned into silence that sounded awful. He went to school with Ben Copper; he had counted Ben as a friend. Charlie was glad to hear that he escaped what sounded like a dreadful fate.

Eventually, the snatcher’s decided to apparate with their prisoners, Charlie didn’t even have time to hold his breath in preparation for the journey. Charlie took a gasping breath and when he opened his eyes he found that he was standing in a grand but dirty drawing room. There was a fire crackling in the stone and emerald fireplace but the room still felt cold.

A blonde woman was standing in the corner of the room, her arms around a younger boy who Charlie supposed was her son. Charlie frowned, he had never seen them before and yet, he recognised them, it was their eyes. There was something oddly familiar about them. A strong looking handsome boy with emerald green eyes stepped out of the shadows. Charlie recognised him straight away. He had also called this young man his friend.

“Barnaby,” Charlie gasped, Barnaby’s face was like stone but his eyes almost looked sad as he in turn, recognised Charlie, “Barnaby, please,” he pleaded.

Barnaby looked away from him, ignoring him as he looked at the snatchers, “take him down to my wife, just the Weasley boy.”

Charlie was roughly dragged down a stone staircase – he tried not to trip over his own feet but it was easier said than done – and into what looked like a torture chamber. Bile and fear churned in the back of his throat as he saw blood splattered over the walls and floors but he wouldn’t be sick. He wouldn’t give these monsters the satisfaction of knowing that he was scared.

He was shoved into a chair and chains appeared from the arms and they tightly wrapped around him, binding him in place. There was movement in the shadows and Charlie squinted but it was too dark to see who it was, “let’s get this over with,” he called out, managing not to stammer. He sounded braver than he felt.

“Charlie?” his name came out as a question, the voice was harsh and cold but Charlie recognised the way that his name rolled off of the mystery woman’s tongue. She stepped from the shadows into the soft candlelight and Charlie again fought the sudden urge to be sick as he felt his heard shatter into a million pieces.

Her face was still full of beauty but once, not so long ago her eyes had been warm. Now they were cold and dead, “Y/N?” he felt his eyes well up with tears, “what are you doing here?” with a sudden jolt he remembered that Barnaby had told the snatchers to take Charlie down to his wife. Y/N was Barnaby’s wife. What sort of sick joke was this?

“I had nowhere to go but back to my family when you decided that you loved dragons more than more, when you decided that you’d rather spend time with them. This is what they did to me, they saw it as an honour but I knew that I was getting punished,” she rolled up her sleeve, revealing the ugly dark mark that was etched into her forearm, Charlie felt sick as he looked at the mark. Y/N, his Y/N was a death eater now.

He felt a great pang of sadness, he had to try and save her. Maybe it was a mistake for Y/N to have gone to Romania with him; she had tried so hard to make things work. If Charlie had tried just as hard then maybe they wouldn’t be in this current predicament, “Y/N I swear. I loved you so much, trust-“he trailed off when she pointed her wand at his face, tears streaming down her face. She wasn’t his Y/N, not anymore, “I don’t have any information about Harry.”

It was true, he had no idea where Harry or the others were, but he hoped that they were alright. He missed his little brother Ron. But then again, if he did have any information about them, he wouldn’t be telling her anyway. He wouldn’t betray the only one who could save the wizarding world.

Something flickered in Y/N’s face as she almost lowered her wand, “we’ll see, I’m sorry but I have to do this, cru-“Charlie couldn’t believe she was going to curse him, he shut his eyes as he waited for the curse which never came.

The door opened and a soft, scared voice called out, “mummy?” Charlie frowned and opened his eyes to see a little girl of about three, with flaming red hair and forest green eyes. What Charlie suspected couldn’t be true although the evidence was right in front of him.

“Cass sweetie,” Y/N sighed as she hugged her daughter, glancing up when Barnaby strolled into the room, and looked at Charlie.

He moved a portrait that was hanging on the wall and it revealed a small tunnel that looked like it led out of the house, “go, now Weasley. You don’t have much time before The Dark Lord arrives,” at Barnaby’s words the chains released Charlie, and finally he could breathe again. Barnaby looked at his wife, “I’ll take the blame for his escape.”

Y/N cupped Barnaby’s cheek and Charlie had to look away, “you can’t be serious, you can’t take all the responsibility, and you don’t know what he’ll do to you.”

“I’m not asking for your permission my love,” he kissed her forehead, “Charlie, go now!”

Charlie obeyed and when he got to the entrance of the tunnel he looked back at the woman he had once loved. The woman he still loved. He wanted to ask her to come with him but he couldn’t ask that of her.

“Goodbye Y/N,” she nodded at him in reply, her eyes filling up with tears.

When Charlie climbed into the tunnel he didn’t look back, though he supposed that he’d never see her – or his daughter – ever again.

And, oh how she loved him,

She loved the fire in his hair,

And the storm in his smile,

Then night fell and she heard the mournful sigh,

She knew that the end of dragons and kings was nigh.

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dipplie · 3 years

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Temporary list of my stories and OC’s until one day I make a comprehensive and well made list:

Blinded:

Polli: My oldest OC and fun fact was my persona till she become edgy and I wasn’t 12 anymore. Everyone’s favorite yes yes I’m aware. Yellow, energetic, eats dirt and bugs, I can’t tell if she’s evil because of a wisp possession or just crazy. Breaks the 4th wall. Is she a Mary Sue???????? Who knows.

Melody: NOT Polli’s girlfriend despite Polli’s delousions. Has an abusive mom :(. Only has one eye and then no eyes and then robot eyes or smthn idk she becomes a badass when she gets older. But otherwise trembling in her shoes all the time.

Melodys Mom/Sharren: Bitch. Okay well all I’ll say is she’s old and grumpy and probably smells bad.

Louise: Total hotty, rich kid, FtM, got bullied as a kid for his weight. Had a squad of fans basically in high school. Lived with his mom after his parents got a divorce but his mom was semi abusive, projected her femininity onto him, and wouldn’t have been supportive of his transition, so between middle and high school he went to live with his dad and got his sex change and testosterone. His best friend in elementary and middle school stopped talking to him after his transition, and became his competition for the most attractive and sought after boy in school (except Louise is a sweetheart while his friend Tommy is a dick and really gross) His dad runs a company that specializes in technology, and after meeting and falling in love with Melody (even after all her abusive trauma and losing both her eyes) he has his dad and some of the developers create a way to get her vision back and I mean honestly I love him how could you not love him he’s so perfect.

Watching:

Fick: Big nerd boy with thick glasses. I feel like he’d use Reddit but don’t quote me on that. Big crush on Vivinya. Boy don’t wander into the woods- oh look dead body with a curse on it don’t touch it- aaaand now he has a wisp that makes him kill people, way to go kid. Panic attack central.

Vivinya: True crime girl, yucky yucky. Probably had a knife collection. “uwu I’m insane” except she actually is and starts using Fick to kill people for her and treats him like her “Yandere boyfriend” or something cringe and gross oh god. She deserves jail. JAIL. Needs to learn guys need to give consent too. Just overall sucks 1/10.

Tommy: I mentioned him early to be Louises ex best friend and rival. He used to have a crush on Louise actually but that don’t excuse being a BITCH!!!! Also needs to learn people gotta give consent he is just as gross as Vivinya. Cheats on all the girls he gets with because he’s again, a bitch. Idk if he deserved to get murdered though I mean he was still a teenager but it’s fine. Thinks of the song Seventeen from Heathers actually this story does feel a tad reminiscent of heathers with vivinya being a crazy and wanting to off a bunch of students. Huh.

Suzannie: Tommy’s older sister who’s a detective. What a coincidence. Monotone and depressed. Probably because her little brother got murdered. Gets real awkward when she’s talking about her brothers murder(s) to Fick and Vivinya like “when I find who did this to him they’ll regret being born”. Kind of really pretty actually.

Adolescents (there isn’t actually a story here yet but don’t worry about it shhhh):

Nelson: HIMBO HIMBO H- Jock stupid idiot big dork god he’s so awkward and his main personality trait is having a crush on Naomi and being a dork when talking to her. Probably could benchpress you.

Naomi: Gamer or something and a nerd geek. Her main personality trait is having a crush on Nelson and also being a dork when talking to him. Probably a weeb and fandom dweller. Can’t draw but she commissions artists to draw. She does write copious amounts of fanfiction though.

Andrés: Ohhh the school bad boy babyyyy. Baseball bat with nails in it or something. There’s like... A thing between him in Charlotte and he wants to be a thing but she’s being difficult and makes it hard to talk to her or about her and ugh.

Charlotte: Princess, high school princess. She’s actually pretty nice when you get to know her- but she’s a diva. Ballerina after school. Best friends with Naomi and doesn’t know what she’s talking about when she mentions ships or OTPs but she listens anyways because she’s a good friend. There’s like... A thing between her and Andrés but she doesn’t know if she’s super into him but geez he’s really hot but she gets such mixed responses when she asks her friends about it and what if it doesn’t work outttt.

Marlon: They/Them but they’re okay with either pronouns they aren’t sure yet, he or she is okay... Box boy box boy. Autism... He doesn’t want to admit He’s attracted to men but he’s totally attracted to men. He lives alone which is probably illegal for his age but somehow he manages. Everyone thinks he’s “the quiet kid” and he’s really sad about it no don’t make jokes like that please guys ahh-

Sing for Me:

Kat: The color pink, addahadda(adhd), angry and loud and short. For being only like 10 and being an adorable little lesbian dressing in sparkly pink dresses she actually likes screaming a lot and would totally sing heavy metal if her producers let her. Loud and mad but gets so soft around her girlfriend. “If anything happens to Brie I’m killing everyone in this room and then myself”.

Brie: French... Birds and stuff. Loves her girlfriend even though she is so loud. So fast. So much. Likes to write pretty things. Is only like an inch taller than Kat. Filled with so much love for everything.

Elliot: The girls manager. Lots of coffee. Stressed out of his MIND please help this man. Probably gay. Seems like a smug dick but he is just a tall and lanky dork that loves puppies and wants nothing more than for Kat and Brie to be happy. Accidentally brands them as sisters and then Kat kisses Brie and- oh fuck oh shit oh no what has he done. Hides the fan and non fan responses from them. Poor guy.

Horror Hosts:

Ichabod: Hot demon who’s the son of the current ruler of hell or something. I mean he’s hot, smart, and royalty, what more do you want. I very specifically hear the dub voice of Kyoya Ootori from OHHC as his voice don’t @ me. Goat legs????? Yeah??? Don’t be rude.

Barnabie: Ohhhhhhhhh big orc teddy bear I’m crying I love him????? He puts up a more confident ploy and the given stereotypical personality orcs supposedly have but he’s just a shy boy that wants to give girls flowers and call boys pretty. Help him.

Garrison: Gary Burger. Fat hairy gay man. I mean werewolf. Wouldn’t it be funny if I made the whole werewolf thing backwards and made him transform into a HUMAN only on the full moon??? Party animal, pun absolutely intended. LOUD AND FUNNY he’s a dork. Bites. Horny on main Garrison please you’re supposed pamper and flirt with the guests but not quite that much.

Vincenzo: Token Vampire but he’s Italian because I felt like it. Talk and lanky of course. Bitch face. Blood coffee? Yeah lots of coffee. Tired. Let him sleep in Ichabod. Steps on people. Can summon and reanimate corpses but has a bitter attitude towards them because they get annoyed with him as much as he gets annoyed with- everyone else. He does have a soft spot but idk where it is. When he’s talking to guests he’s more suave and sexy though.

Kai: Genderfluid haha get it because slime fluid-... I’ll stop. Probably objectively the hottest because they can look anyway they want and shift their vocals to sound like almost anything, also probably objectively the best in bed (if you’re okay with the texture of Jell-o) and honestly come on save some for the rest of us it’s not fair. This boy can SING oh my god seranade me and whisper in my ear baby. Spunky and sassy.

Hallvor: BABY OCTOPOD BOY OHHHHH I LOVE HIM HE’S SO SWEET AND IS AN ANGEL DARLING BOY SO EMBARRASSED SO SHY SOFTEST VOICE OHHH- ohhh nooo he’s got a knife ohhhhh Hallvor baby don’t be like that ohhhh... Used to work in hentai actually (I wonder why) but quit because of immoral practices and good for him we love that. Okay he’s not actually a yandere or whatever but he DEFINITELY wants to squeeze you a little too hard and has those crazy eyes.

Carla: Main character of this OHHC monster clone. She sucks I don’t like her because listen listen she kills monsters as a living and when she tries to kill our boys here, Ichabod catches her and goes “no” but then the rest (not knowing her murderous intent) fall in love with her and Ichabod is like: “shoot well I’ll keep you alive and around but I’m watching you” and blah blah romance and feelings and character development and wow she seems like she’s grown to care about them... So Ichabod removes a curse he put to prevent her from harming them or leaving... AND THEN SHE STABS THEM ALL IN THE BACK IM CRYING. I mean she might have an extra reason for needing to kill them but I haven’t decided if I want to actually put it in the story yet so.

Fingertips:

Maria/Marianna: Was this goth angry chick and the head of these losers but after a failed heist, fire, and being betrayed and dropped from a window on a 3rd or 4th story down into flames, and going to the hospital and changing her name, she changed totally and become a soft pretty girl... And then the next three boys went “HEY BOSS WE FOUND YOU” and she went “oh no” and now she’s just an anxious wreck like “no no no no no I don’t shoot people in the face anymore no no no no no” And has a fear of hands. Also was Diamontés best friend in primary school and yes all these characters went to the K-12 school all the other characters do/did. Pretty voice. The story is mostly about her being anxious around all the other characters because who was it that betrayed her and dropped her into the flames below? Find out next week on th-

Nikki: He’s that character that you see and immediately go “oh he’s gross and is angry and is a bitch” and you’re right he is and has a cockney accent and screams a lot and probably swings a knife around a lot, but he’s got a sweet interior (somewhere in there... somewhere) Screamo heavy metal. Him and the rest of these character briefly talked about having a band and then they didn’t and then at the end of the story they do and although he plays guitar mostly, if he does do lead vocals he screams a lot. Bitch.

Anthony: Pretty boy but like the “was in the army” pretty boy vibe. Probably played football in highschool. Pyromaniac. Punches Nikki a lot. Almost gives himbo vibes sometimes, almost. Kind of likes the old timey cozy aesthetic. Plays the piano sometimes but “oh I’m not very good at it” Plays extremely well

Diamonté: TALL. Purple goth boy aesthetic hellll yeahhhh. CRAZY EYES AND THEY SPEAK VOLUMES WATCH OUT. Drums. The scary kind of quiet because he just smiles at you. Crowbar. Okay but he’s actually really sweet though. Secretly loves watching Anthony and Nikki get into fights so that’s why he rarely puts a stop to it. I think he’s a sadist. Can be a gentle giant, but can also be a not so gentle giant. The only time he’s really talkative is after copious amounts of booze.

Unnamed/Undesigned 1: Literally a pimp and he’s pretty gross. Blonde hair and pink and white clothes.

Unnamed/Undesigned 2: Chick that likes to throw knives and be angry and threatens Marianna a lot but in a quiet and monotone way, Marianna is pretty scared and hopes that these are just shallow threats uhhhhh.

Unnamed/Undesigned 3: Sells guns (without a lisence of course) and wears a bandana over his face a lot. Tired. Grumpy.

Unnamed/Undesigned 4: Like Marianna, was cold hearted and cool but then got caught in the fire and got all soft. He only has one eyes but how sweet his eyepatch is a heart. Recoved along side Marianna and they are good friends good friends tha- wait Marianna are you going back with them oh god you can’t do that oh dear oh no oh-

(I don’t have a story or name for these two but they’re my comfort ship OC’s and my current hyper fixaction right now):

Rodriquéz: I literally designed him with almost all the traits I find attractive in a guy other than freckles so as you can imagine I find him super HOT. I also designed his personality on what I find attractive from a guy so as you can imagine I find him super GREAT. But anyways he’s grumpy and closed off and monotone and smug. I really could go on for hours about how I want him to step on me I’m so sorry guys. Both him and Samantha give the “21 and having immature fun” vibes. They’re a thing but they like going to bars together and splitting off and doing their own thing (or doing someone else’s thing if you get what I mean haHhahHhahGahGhaha-) But so help them if anyone doesn’t oblige by the “no” from one of these two, someone’s gonna get beat up.

Samantha: (She literally just my personality shhhhh don’t tell anyone it’s a secret) Bubbly, energetic, a little shy by extroverted, bombshell blonde or something? It took me way too much time and effort to design her but I’m really happy with how I finally designed her, I love her outfit. She could kick me in the face and I’d say thank you. Girly drinks at the bar. Got that trauma and anxiety™️ secretly though. Skips and jumps a lot. As I’m typing this I keep looking up at the drawing of her and more and more I would want her to also step on me.

(Space Story I don’t have a nice title for):

Unnamed/Undesigned 1: So... Funny story this story originally was with me and uh... My ex I guess... So I gotta replace the MC’s... Whoops ahaha... Awkward. But anyways the MC is a robot and a girl and is a slight tsundere or smthn.

Unamed/Undesigned 2: Has a space ship, works for this organization in space that protects the galaxy. Is cocky, lazy, sly, oblivious, and an idiot. The love interest- obviously. Probably accidentally committing space crimes. (Like space pirating hAHAHA-) Kind of cool when he wants to be.

Dandelion/Dandy: CAT. WITH A JET PACK. Kind of an asshole. Fun fact used to be Polli’s cat but then when the Second MC crash landed on earth she was like “fuck this noise I’m going with space boy laterz” (okay she can’t talk but she thought it).

Zizii: Lesbian alien? Yeah???? Okay but I mean her main character trait is being a dorky back alley doctor and engineer obsessed with the MC because they’re a sentient robot with emotions and a lazer arm and rocket boots WOW!!!!!!!!

Story I want to revive:

So I had a story I started writing a long time ago about this tech theatre kid that had a crush on this other theatre kid character, but in a play that other character has to kiss another person for the show, and as the story progresses the MC convinces themselves that it isn’t just a play and that their crush actually loves and is kissing that other kid. And in the play, that other character is supposed to die. Show night comes along and they die, but like actually, and by the hands of the MC (Idk maybe like a light falls on em or smthn). So it’s a grotesque scene the audience sees as just an act. (Mutters I dunno I think my idea’s cool...) So I’ve been wanting to design these characters and work more on the story but I’m busy being obsessed with Rodriquez and Samantha so. (And the Horror Host Club too I love them too still).

Other Characters that either don’t have a specific story or are kind of like background characters:

Jacqueiliquinne Merril: Sara Berry vibes from 35mm (go look up The Ballad of Sara Berry, maybe like an animatic idk the first one that comes up is nice) But otherwise rich, pretty, popular, bitch. Tries to like, steal Louise from his squad and it’s like bro that’s unnecessary who hurt you that’s so rude. She gives Nui from Kill La Kill Vibes too. Oh she knows her name is long and annoying but you have to say the whole thing.

Brianna: Jaqueiliquinne’s sister. Big titty goth gf??? She’s pretty popular too and kind of a bitch too but to a much lesser degree. Her and he sister throw hands a lot when no one is around, you know, “THEY GIRLS ARE FIGHTINNGGGG”.

The Louise Fan Club: 4 characters I haven’t named yet. One writes fanfiction of Louise and shares it with the others and with him sometimes and although he thinks it’s a bit weird he also finds it a tad endearing and supports her. One is an aspiring photographer and is constantly asking Louise to model for him. One is an artist and draws Louise all the time. And one is an aspiring musician who writes songs based of Louise’s relationships which again he finds a little weird but endearing and supports her.

The Jacquiliquinne Merril Fan Club: Genderbent-ish (I say ish because one of the characters is a little bit less defined gender wise) versions of the Louise Fan Club. Yes I’m lazy, and no they don’t get along with them, infact they hate each others club with a passion.

Unnamed/Undesigned: I wanna make some hacker kid just because I wanna have one.

Unnamed/Undesigned: I also really wanna have a super cutesy magical girl and then a really super duper generic boring character probably like star vs the forces of evil idk I never watched that show but it looks cute.

Me: I exist in the universe fukc you I can do what I want it’s my story and I get to chose the who also if you wanna be in the mess of a universe go ahead draw yourself with my OC’s I allow and encourage and appreciate it. I literally made the Horror Host Club as a sort of Harem story and you are absolutely allowed to make out with them if you’re a monster fucker DO it GO ahead it’s canon.

and that is ALL I have FOR now Knowing me I’ll make like 12 more characters by July, and I mean I need more characters for the high school anyways so...

#Super Long #Characters #OC's #ALL my characters so far

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alice-beaumont-ravenclaw · 4 years

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A Night to Remember (Part 1)

A/N #1: It is finally here! The Celestial Ball fic!!! 23 pages total, hence why I divided it into two parts and will also insert text dividers so that if you can’t read it in one shot, you can easily find where you were. Here are the other fics in the series: You’ve Got a Friend in Me | Distraction | Something There | One Step Closer | Fashion Emergency | Get Your Head in the Game | Der Walzer von Alice | Of Quidditch and Ballgowns | From Paris, with Love

There was only one day left before the Celestial Ball. The last exam before the Winter Break had been less than a week ago, so everyone was busy preparing for the ball. Alice and her friends were helping Penny complete the decorations in the Great Hall. Many students could be seen running around Hogwarts as they tried to finalize their ball outfits or tried desperately to find dates.

“Why is everyone so desperate to find a date?” asked Alice as she handed Penny a star.

“Because it’s way more fun to go to a ball with a date,” explained Penny, as she hung the star.

“Really? But it looks so stressful to try to get one. If it weren’t for the fact that prefects are the first ones to dance, I would just have gone with all you guys. Do you have a date for the ball, Penny?”

“I was so busy with the decorations committee that I just asked Andre,” she replied, hanging another star.

“Thanks a lot, Haywood. Now I feel really special,” shouted Andre, near the ceiling on his broom, hanging decorations.

“Come on! You said yes because you don’t have the guts to ask the Hufflepuff seeker to the ball,” replied Penny, acting fakely offended.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” said Andre before flying to another section of the Great Hall.

“What are you talking about?” asked Alice, handing her friend a big moon.

“Andre has a thing for Artemon Spooner, Hufflepuff’s Seeker. Another player told me that, when they practice together, they spend most of their time flirting with each other,” replied Penny.

“Why would a Keeper practice with a Seeker?” asked Alice, looking at Andre before bringing her attention back to Penny.

“Excellent question! Probably why nearly all Quidditch players know about the crush they have on each other,” said Penny, rubbing her chin.

“But why don’t they just admit it to each other?” asked Alice.

Penny stared at her as Alice looked back with her wide eyes. “Well, sometimes, it’s not that simple. Fear of rejection plays a huge part in whether you are willing to reveal your feelings to someone or not.”

“But… They flirt with each other. So… Isn’t it obvious they have a thing for one another?” asked Alice, scratching her head.

“Oh, some people can be oblivious to that. Believe me, I’ve seen it,” said Penny, looking back at her friend with a small smile.

“Really? When?” asked Alice, but before Penny could say anything, Charlie ran up to them.

“Alice, it’s time for our last dance practice,” said Charlie, pointing at his watch.

With that, Alice and Charlie walked out of the Great Hall together. Penny looked at them leave, a small smile gracing her features. “Merlin, she’s oblivious,” she whispered as she shook her head.

In the evening, when Alice finally returned to her dorm, the first thing she saw was Rowan looking mortified. She turned to see what was causing her friend such distress.

“Tulip!” she exclaimed, looking at the red-haired Ravenclaw.

“What?” asked Tulip as she poured something in a small cauldron on her bed.

“What are you doing?” asked Alice.

“A face mask mixture! I heard some girls talking about face masks to have smooth skins, so I figured it’d be fun to try one before the ball.”

“Hum… Since when have you been so… girly?” asked Alice, raising her eyebrows.

“She omitted to tell you her main ingredient,” pointed out Badeea, who was busy sketching on her bed.

“It’s dungbombs…” whispered Rowan, still staring at Tulip.

“Of course it is… Tulip, do you want to repeat the dungbomb incident of last year?” asked Alice.

“Well… It was technically this year, since we are still in 1988,” pointed out Tulip, adding another ingredient to her cauldron.

“Tulip…” grumbled Alice. “I covered your arse last time. I don’t think Flitwick would believe me if I told him you had an ‘accident’ again.”

“Ugh, fine, fine! I guess we won’t have soft skins then,” she said as she opened a window, dropping the content of her cauldron outside.

“Wait! Don’t!” shouted her three roommates, all running towards the window.

They heard a splash followed by a scream. They slowly looked out the window. All the way down on the ground was Filch, covered in Tulip’s mixture. They all quickly took a step back before he had a chance to look up.

“Tulip, slowly close the window,” whispered Alice. “Rowan, scourgify Tulip’s cauldron and hide it.”

“She can put it in my trunk,” said Tulip as she closed the window.

“Hide it from Tulip,” specified Alice. “We don’t want her to make our dorm stink or explode before the ball.”

“I just love how you trust me,” said Tulip.

“What can I do?” asked Badeea.

“Hum… Oh! You can sketch our alibi! Just draw Rowan reading and Tulip playing with her dungbombs.”

“What about you?”

“Well, I arrived moments before the incident, so having a full sketch of me doing something wouldn’t be very credible. So just a vague shape on my bed.”

“Alice, don’t you think it’s a bit much? It’s not like we are trying to get away with murder,” said Rowan.

“It’s Filch. He’s going to look for a culprit. He probably knows it came from the Ravenclaw tower. Which Ravenclaw do you think he’ll suspect?”

“What can I say? He’s so fun to mess with,” said Tulip, shrugging.

Alice sat on her bed, massaging her temples. “I swear, Tulip… I have enough stress as it is with the ball fast approaching, I really don’t need the extra stress of Filch conducting an investigation.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll be nice until this is all over. I think I’ll be able to stay out of trouble for one day,” conceded Tulip.

“What about Winter Break?” asked Badeea.

“Oh, I’ll get to annoy my parents back home, so it’s all good.”

Rowan stared at Tulip before turning back to Alice. “Why are you stressed? Your dress is ready; you have every element for your outfit, you have someone to dance with… Oh!”

“Yeah… I will be dancing in front of everyone. Everyone will be staring. One false move, and I can already hear Merula laugh.”

“Why do you care so much about what Merula thinks?” asked Badeea

“I don’t really care about what she thinks, but she’s been a thorn in my side since our first day at Hogwarts. If I screw up, she won’t just think I suck; she’ll keep bringing it up, which is so annoying. There are days where I wish I could just cast Silencio on her,” explained Alice.

“Alice?” said Tulip.

“Hmm?”

“If Merula is an arse during the ball, can I use a dungbomb on her?”

“You have my blessing.”

“You sound like the Godfather,” remarked Badeea.

Alice looked at her before realizing what she was referring to. “Should I make her kiss my ring?” she said before laughing.

“Your godfather makes people kiss his ring?” asked Rowan.

“And he asks people to use dungbombs?” asked Tulip.

The next morning, the Great Hall was abuzz with conversations about the ball. At the Ravenclaw table, Andre was busy suggesting various hairstyles to Alice.

“What about Audrey Hepburn’s hairstyle at the beginning of Breakfast at Tiffany’s?”

“Too much,” replied Alice between two bites of toast as Barnaby sat next to Andre.

“What’s going on?” asked the Slytherin.

“Andre is suggesting hairstyles for tomorrow.”

“I don’t think you have enough hair to make that hairstyle,” said Barnaby as he looked at a picture and then at Andre.

“It’s not for me! It’s for Alice,” replied Andre, letting out a sigh.

“I like Alice’s hair right now,” said Barnaby, looking at Alice with a smile.

“But it’s too plain! We need something amazing!”

Alice narrowed her eyes. “Thanks, Andre. But honestly, I don’t want a hairstyle that is too over the top. The dress is already dazzling, not to mention the hair accessory I have…”

“But…”

“Andre. I won’t be a contestant in a beauty pageant. I don’t need to outshine everyone. I just want to look good for myself. I want to be able to recognize myself in the mirror,” pleaded Alice.

“Alright, alright. Anyway, with the outfit I’ve put together for you, you’ll outshine everyone.”

“I have a question,” said Barnaby.

“Yes?” said Alice, turning her attention to her Slytherin friend.

“Where can I get a buccaneer?”

“A buccaneer?” repeated Alice, taken aback.

“In the Caribbean, about two, three centuries ago,” answered Andre. “Why?”

“Well, I heard Merula and Ismelda talking about it last night in the common room. Merula said her date better have one,” said Barnaby pensively.

“Kinky,” mumbled Andre, stifling a laugh.

“Did Merula say anything else about the… buccaneer?”

“Well, she did say she hopes the flowers won’t clash with her dress.”

At the mention of flowers, both Alice’s and Andre’s eyes lit up.

“Ah!” exclaimed Andre.

“A boutonnière!” said Alice.

“Showing off your French, Beaumont?” snickered Andre.

“Shut up,” mumbled Alice.

“Wait, isn’t it what I said?” asked Barnaby, rubbing his chin.

“Not exactly… Anyway, a boutonnière is a single flower you wear on the lapel of your suit. So I guess you could go see Professor Sprout for one,” explained Alice.

“But it’s really not necessary. I wasn’t planning on wearing one, and Charlie’s suit doesn’t have any lapel…”

“Oh! Speaking of Charlie’s outfit…” started Alice, her curiosity piqued.

“Tonight,” replied Andre.

“Awww, come on! All he told me was ‘Dragons!’ I’m starting to imagine a suit covered in little dragons.”

“That sounds so cool!” exclaimed Barnaby, resulting in Andre staring at him.

“You know I would never do that,” said Andre as he kept glancing at Barnaby.

“Could you cover mine in bowtruckles? No, wait, puffskeins! Oh, oh, no, even better…” said Barnaby, visibly excited at the idea of a dress robe covered in magical creatures.

“No! Your dress robes shouldn’t look like a 5-year-old’s pyjamas!”

“Aww, come on, Andre, at least give him a little embroidery,” said Alice, drinking her tea.

“Ugh, fine… Can I go to Paris this summer?”

“Only if you shut up about you-know-what,” replied Alice, not looking up from her cup.

“Could you make me some PJs with all the creatures after?” asked Barnaby as he got up.

“We’ll see. Alice, think about your hair and your makeup while I’m busy with the man-child,” said Andre before following Barnaby.

“Be nice!” shouted Alice at him, smiling before taking another sip.

Back in her dorm after breakfast, she stood in front of the mirror, playing with her hair and the tiara her grandmother had given her. She tried various hairstyles, holding her hair up, then half-up-half-down, her tiara at the top of her head, then at the back. She sighed and dropped on her bed, her face in her pillow.

“UGH!!!” she let out, the pillow muffling the sound of her exasperation.

“Are you ok, Alice?” asked Badee in a soft voice.

Alice looked up from her pillow. “Uh? Oh! How long have you been here?”

“I just came in,” answered Badeea, sitting at the edge of Alice’s bed. “What’s going on?”

“I’m trying to figure out a hairstyle for tomorrow that goes with this,” said Alice, pointing at the tiara on her nightstand.

“Oh! It’s lovely!” exclaimed Badeea, delicately picking it up and observing its details. “The craftsmanship is amazing. Did Andre make this?”

“Hum… No… It was a… family friend,” replied Alice, unconvinced by her lie.

“I see,” said Badeea, a small smile appearing on her face as she glanced at Alice. “So, what kind of hairstyle are you going for?”

“Something simple. I don’t want to look like a wedding cake topper.”

“What about… a braid, going around the back of your head?” suggested Badeea.

“Like a milkmaid braid? Sorry, but I forgot my dirndl at home,” replied Alice, raising her eyebrows.

“No, no. Not a milkmaid braid. I was thinking more of taking parts of the hair at the side of your face and braiding them towards the back of your head until both met. Your tiara could go just underneath.”

Alice stared at her for a few seconds before jumping out of her bed and hugging her. “That’s brilliant!”

Startled by the hug, Badeea was rendered speechless. It was extremely rare for Alice to initiate physical contacts. She slowly tapped Alice’s back before the latter took a step back.

“You think you could make a quick sketch for Andre? It doesn’t have to be super detailed, just for him to understand the idea,” said Alice.

Badeea simply nodded as she watched her friend, who said a quick thank you, run out of the dorm.

As she ran down a corridor, smiling brightly, Alice bumped into Andre, who was coming back from the Slytherin common room.

“You look like you are in a hurry. Your cheeks are all flushed! Actually kinda looks good on you,” noticed Andre, staring at his friend.

“There you are,” said Alice, ignoring his remark. “Badeea came up with a brilliant hairstyle for tomorrow! Taking the hair at the side of my face and braiding them towards the back, like a braid crown, but only at the back, and we could place my tiara right underneath it! She’s going to make a sketch so you can see,” she said as she started to drag Andre in the direction she came from.

Andre stopped her in her tracks. “Woah, slow down there, Alice. Breath in, breath out. Now, I’m glad you figured out your hairstyle, but what about makeup?”

“Make… Up… Awww, great. I forgot about that… Well, I can already tell you that I don’t want to look like Cyndi Lauper. Her music is rad, but her overall look is a bit too over the top for me,” said Alice as she crossed her arms, leaning against a wall.

“Oi! I could make some suggestions,” said Tonks, who’s head popped up from behind Andre.

“No! After the Camden incident, I want your makeup ‘skills’ to stay as far away from me as possible,” exclaimed Alice, terrified at the prospect of Tonks applying her makeup.

“Do I wanna know?” asked Andre, looking between the two girls.

“Nah, just that little Miss Sloane Ranger here doesn’t like edgy makeup,” replied Tonks, doing her best not to laugh at Alice’s face.

“Edgy? I looked like a panda! So did you, for that matter,” said Alice with a huff.

“Sloane Ranger?” said Andre, raising an eyebrow as he stared at Tonks.

“Yeah… Think Lady Diana, Princess of Wales,” summarized Alice.

“Oh… Oh!” exclaimed Andre, his eyes lightening up.

“What?” asked Alice, furrowing her brows as she looked at her friend.

But before she could say anything else, Andre had grabbed her wrist and had started running towards the Ravenclaw common room, leaving Tonks behind. Once inside, he dragged her to his dorm.

“Oi! Egwu! What’s going on? Why did you drag me all the way here? Am I even allowed to be here?” asked Alice, looking around the boys’ dorm.

“Yeah, you are,” said Andre as he started to rummage through his trunk. “Guys are not allowed in the girls’ dorm, but girls are allowed in our dorm.”

“Could you two keep it down?” said a voice behind them.

Alice turned around to see Talbott staring at them from behind his book. “Oh, sorry, Talbott. Didn’t see you there.”

“No wonder. You stormed into here,” grunted Talbott.

“I thought you would be hanging in the owlery like you always do,” said Andre, barely paying attention to his roommate.

“The owlery is too busy, people sending thank you notes to their families for the stuff they sent for the ball,” explained Talbott, his attention back to his book.

“Oh, are you going to the ball, Talbott?” asked Alice.

“Nah, I avoid crowds,” replied Talbott.

“Oh, that’s too bad,” said Alice, a light pout appearing on her lips.

“Let him be…” said Andre, suddenly raising a magazine above his head triumphantly. “There! Found it!”

“What?”

“Your makeup inspiration! Princess Diana at Canne last year!” said Andre, shoving the picture in her face.

Alice took a step back to have a better look at the picture. “Oh! How lovely! It looks really natural and timeless. I love it! But maybe not the blue eyeliner I’m kinda seeing…”

“Don’t worry; blue wouldn’t go with your green eyes. I was actually thinking of forgoing the eyeliner, and simply go for blush and mascara, and perhaps a natural shade of lipstick.”

“There’s just one problem… I don’t have any makeup with me.”

“Mmm… I might know where we can get some… To the Hufflepuff common room!!!”

“Penny!” exclaimed Andre, standing beside Penny, quietly reading while her face was covered with a clay mask.

“AH!” screamed Penny, making her mask crack. “Ugh! Look what you’ve done! I’ll have to start all over again.”

“As if you needed a clay mask… We need your help, Penny. We finally figured out a makeup style for Alice, but we don’t have any makeup!”

“How the hell did we get in here…” mumbled Alice, looking around.

“What do you need?” asked Penny.

“Blush and mascara.”

“I can do the blush, but sharing mascara is very unhygienic.”

“We could use Scourgify on the brush?” suggested Alice.

“Every time I dip the brush in, I contaminate the product, so even if you clean the brush, it’s pointless.”

“Don’t you have a spare?” asked Andre.

“Well, I do, but…”

“Please! It’s for Alice’s big night. She’ll be dancing in front of a huge crowd with, you know, Charlie,” said Andre, winking.

“Huh? Oh!” exclaimed Penny, suddenly realizing what Andre was hinting at. Tonight might be the night the Dragon Boy and the Curse-Breaker would confess to one another. “Alright, you can have it. I’ll just go and fetch it.”

“Thanks for reminding me of the huge crowd…” grumbled Alice.

“Oh, you’ll be fine. You’ll be in the arms of Charlie Weasley, dancing to the sound of a waltz, in your own little world,” daydreamed Andre.

“All that’s missing is an evil step-mother, and we’d have a fairytale,” said Alice, rolling her eyes.

“Oh, Alice, where is your sense of romance?” asked Andre, letting out a sigh as he looked at his hopeless friend.

“Andre, I don’t have time for romance. I have to protect you guys from ‘R,’ whoever that is, and I have to find the portrait vault. Romance would just be a distraction. Anyway, who would be interested in a danger magnet like me?”

Andre stared at his friend, letting out another sigh. Everyone could see how much Charlie was smitten with her, except her. “Fine, fine. Why don’t you go and eat lunch? It’s going to be makeover time after lunch!”

“Why am I afraid?” said Alice as she left the Hufflepuff common room, just as Penny arrived with the makeup.

“There! Alice will look like a fairytale princess for the big confession.”

Andre didn’t say anything as Penny handed him the blush and mascara. He just kept staring at the now-closed door of Hufflepuff’s common room.

A/N #2: That’s it for Part 1! Part 2 is HERE! I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you thought in the comments! (Kinda fit this challenge’s “Ball” prompt...) Oh, and what are your thoughts on the text divider?

#hphm fanfic #hogwarts mystery fanfic #hogwarts mystery mc #hphm mc #jacob’s sibling #alice beaumont #charlie weasley #charlie weasley x alice beaumont #charlie weasley x mc #andre egwu #barnaby lee #penny haywood #talbott winger #badeea ali #tulip karasu #rowan khanna #nymphadora tonks #hphm #hogwarts mystery

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Professor Kettleburn’s Legacy

This story I had planned for several months now, but kept putting it off because I wasn’t sure how the interactions would go. But I finally finished it today--I had hoped to put this up before Christmas, so here we are. Enjoy this little fluffy story of Clara and Barnaby’s youngest child and her namesake, Professor Silvanus Kettleburn.

December 2002

Soft snowflakes descended through the grey skies in slow twirls as they rode on gentle breezes over the picturesque Hogsmeade village. The sounds of merry chatter and lucid chiming of bells outside the shops filled the cold crisp air, as well as the lilting melodies sung by the Frog Choir caroling giving good tidings to passersby making a last-minute gift purchase or spending time with their loved ones. Somewhere near the Honeydukes sweet shop, a woman wrapped a soft yellow blanket tightly around a bundle in her arms, holding it close to her chest, and looked at her husband who had an arm wrapped around her shoulders. It felt strange being back here, not as visiting Hogwarts students anymore, but as adults, a married couple--yet they both felt the wave of nostalgia as they looked around the shops, some still open, some closed and boarded up due to lack of business.

“You sure this is a good idea to leave the twins with Penny, Barnaby?” the woman asked her husband. “They’re already quite a handful with us being around.”

Barnaby laughed lightly and nodded. “Of course, Clara. They’ll be in good hands. Besides, you know how important this is to us,” he added, looking down at the little baby girl in Clara’s arms. “Little Sylvia deserves to know of her namesake.”

“And I can imagine Professor Kettleburn must feel lonely,” Clara added. “You’re right.”

The peaceful ambience that surrounded them as they passed by the colourful Christmas decorations and shop windows felt so surreal in the wake of the Battle that shook the entire wizarding world. With cloaks wrapped tightly around themselves they strolled through the streets, and eventually they both entered the Three Broomsticks, drawing their hoods off their heads at the inviting warmth from the fireplace.

“Hello, my dears,” Madam Rosmerta greeted them as she passed by with a tray of Butterbeers in her hands, a warm smile on her face. “It’s good to see you again.”

“Thank you, Madam Rosmerta.” Barnaby gave her a short bow, and Clara smiled in gratitude.

“The usual for you both, I assume?” Madam Rosmerta asked them then.

“Butterbeer sounds great, but we’re here to see Silvanus Kettleburn today,” Clara responded, fixing the blanket over the baby in her arms. “We heard he’s staying here with you in the inn upstairs. We’d like to visit him, if that’s alright.”

“Ah, the old Care of Magical Creatures Professor. Of course you may visit him,” Madam Rosmerta said with a nod. “Let me hand over these last orders and I’ll show you to his room.”

She swept off with the tray of Butterbeers, making her way to a large group of Hogwarts students sitting in the corner table of the tavern and serving their drinks. Eventually she went over to the counter and put the empty tray away before beckoning to the two of them to follow her upstairs.

Clara had only been to the upper landing of the Three Broomsticks a few times, but never anywhere out of the tavern. As she followed Madam Rosmerta through a door separating the accommodations from the diner, she felt Barnaby’s arm loop back around her shoulders protectively, and she glanced back at her husband with a small smile.

“Here,” Madam Rosmerta announced, gesturing to the third door on the left. She gently knocked on the door three times--and then the door opened to reveal their favourite professor from their Hogwarts days.

Professor Kettleburn’s hair had become more silver with age, sticking up every which way like a scientist whose experiment went wrong. The usual white bandage that covered his left eye socket was replaced with a black eyepatch, and his artificial leg and hand were significantly blackened and burned. His jacket was fraying at the cuffs and hem, the patches holding the garment together slowly peeling off, but his eye still held the wizened excited sparkle that they had grown used to seeing every time he discussed a new magical creature. The moment he saw Madam Rosmerta, his eyes lit up and he gave her a wide smile.

“Madam Rosmerta!” he greeted her. “Ah, I must apologize--I have a few salamanders playing in the fireplace, and an excited Murtlap who kept mistaking my palm for an oyster--”

“Silvanus, you have visitors,” Madam Rosmerta simply told him with a chuckle. “I believe they were your old students as well.”

“Visitors? Students?” Professor Kettleburn turned his head to see Clara and Barnaby, and he straightened up significantly now, his smile now turning into a grin. “Ah, Miss Lin and Mr. Lee! How wonderful it is to see you. I must admit, I never have gotten visitors at this time of year before today.”

“I’ll leave you both to him,” Madam Rosmerta said to the couple now, both people beaming at the sight of their old professor who somehow still remembered them. “Though please let me know if he lets a Niffler loose here. The last time we had to clear out his room, the Niffler was making a racket and a mess of the place.”

Professor Kettleburn looked sheepish as they watched Madam Rosmerta exit back into the diner, and he cleared his throat as he looked at his old students. “Do come in, both of you.”

The room was very simple--the walls were bare, but the coat of white paint still looked intact, without a sign of crumbling or crackling. A simple cot and an old-fashioned writing desk stood by the far wall, and a suitcase laid on the far right corner--Barnaby chuckled at the suitcase and gave a nod, knowing full well of the contents in the case. By the fireplace just by the door, Clara could see the fire salamanders frolicking in the fireplace, leaping about from piece of firewood to piece of firewood while the flames crackled merrily in the hearth, a brilliant orange glow illuminating the cold cloudy winter outside. She smiled and turned to Professor Kettleburn now, who had waved his wand and conjured a few more chairs for them to sit in.

“So, what brought you here to see me?” Professor Kettleburn asked the two of them as they took their seats. “I deeply apologize for not being able to attend your wedding, by the way. I was tending to a rather upset Ukranian Ironbelly in the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary--your friend Charlie Weasley is doing rather fine as a dragonologist there, by the way.”

“Indeed. We managed to catch up with him before the wedding, and a few months after too,” Barnaby responded with a nod. “It’s really great to see you again, Professor.”

“Aye.” Professor Kettleburn nodded as he took out a bottle of oak-matured mead and removed the stopper with his wand. “I must say it has been a long while since anyone has come to visit me for old time’s sake. These days, all everyone’s asked me for is help with healing injured creatures. Any more creatures in the case, and this place would turn into a zoo.”

This brought a slight chuckle from Clara’s mouth, and Barnaby nodded thoughtfully as he helped Professor Kettleburn pour the mead into three tall glasses.

“I know what you mean, Professor. When Clara left for China, Liz and I had a lot of creatures to take care of at our care centre--which was a lot of work, but in the end we both pulled through,” Barnaby commented, taking one glass and handing it to Clara. “The weeks the creatures were there, though, they caused a big mess!”

“‘Tis the life of a caring magizoologist,” Professor Kettleburn remarked, taking a sip from his glass of mead. “And--”

“Professor,” Clara interrupted softly. “We came to see you because...we want you to see our daughter. We chose you to be her namesake.”

That said, she unwrapped the bundle and held it out to him--indeed, swaddled in the pale yellow blanket, there was a healthy little baby with small brown tufts of curly hair over her forehead, her fist closed over the blanket as she slept. She was barely one month old, yet somehow the journey did not affect her in any way, which surprised her--her older twin son, Melvin, was not that docile when he was born at least. The sight of the baby brought a gasp from the old man, his jaw dropped wide open.

“What is her name?” he finally asked.

“Sylvia,” Clara responded with a smile. “Sylvia Lee.”

At the sound of her name, the baby in her mother’s arms stirred slightly, her head lifted and lowered as she turned over in her sleep. A soft coo escaped Professor Kettleburn, and he put the glass down, hesitantly holding out his arms. “May I?”

Clara nodded, gently passing the baby over to him. “Of course, sir.”

Years of teaching one of her favourite subjects at school told her a lot there was to her professor’s passion and admiration for magical creatures, but she never realized just how deeply caring he was for babies. Just like he would a sleepy Niffler, Professor Kettleburn eased the baby into his arms and, with his mechanical hand, tucked the blanket securely over the child. As he did so, Sylvia opened her eyes--a gleaming emerald like her father’s--and at the sight of the unfamiliar face looking down at her, she smiled and gurgled.

It was definitely an uncommon reaction for a baby meeting a stranger for the first time, but Clara had told her many stories about her namesake since she was carrying her, showing pictures and sharing memories alongside her husband. The enthusiasm he held for magical creatures, the very subject he had passion for, fostered a passion within her as well to appreciate every living being that roamed the earth. When they heard that they were having a daughter, it was Barnaby who came up with her name--after all, Clara had named the twin boys, Melvin and Milo, so Barnaby was more than excited to bring up the perfect name for their daughter. And now, as they watched little Sylvia coo at Professor Kettleburn, her tiny hands reaching up for his moustache, they couldn’t help but chuckle at the heartwarming scene before them.

“Hello, little lass,” Professor Kettleburn greeted the baby in his arms, bouncing the baby up and down gently.

Sylvia laughed, a huge toothless grin on her face while her eyes shone with excitement.

“Your parents must have told many a story about me, eh? I was their professor for one of their favourite subjects at school, after all,” Professor Kettleburn continued. “Taught them all there was to know about magical creatures! And you look like a little magizoologist in the making!”

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a Fwooper tail feather, tickling little Sylvia’s face and body with it; Sylvia giggled and wriggled about in her blanket, and Clara smiled as she sipped on the mead.

“They’re getting along so well,” Barnaby noted to her in a soft voice.

Clara nodded, taking his hand and squeezing it tight in her own. “I couldn’t ask for anything better for our daughter, Barnaby.”

After a while, when the sky grew dark and Sylvia had all but fallen asleep in Professor Kettleburn’s arms, he handed the baby back to Clara and pressed the Fwooper feather in her hand.

“Remember what they’re best used for?” he quizzed them suddenly.

“Quills, right?” Clara guessed--it had been a long while since she had actually last interacted with magical creatures.

“Correct, Miss Lin,” Professor Kettleburn chuckled. “But now they’re also best used for a baby toy. Cherish this well, will you?”

“We will.” Barnaby nodded and took the feather, pocketing it in his cloak.

“And...well, I don’t have much--” Professor Kettleburn walked over to his rucksack again and rummaged through it. “I wasn’t expecting visitors, you see. Christmas time tends to get lonely for me here.”

“No, Professor, it’s alright--”

But Professor Kettleburn didn’t listen to their protests. He eventually emerged from his case after a brilliant jet of fire emerged from inside, followed by a Murtlap’s screech--and in his hands he had a well-knitted golden warm jumper, fit for Sylvia.

“I originally made this for one of the Porlocks in my case, but it had grown so big that this doesn’t fit anymore,” Professor Kettleburn explained. “So this is my Christmas present to your daughter.”

Clara smiled as she took the jumper, wrapping it carefully over Sylvia’s body--she was already wearing a baby Niffler-print onesie, but a little extra warmth for the journey back wouldn’t hurt.

“We got you this too, Professor,” Barnaby said then, pulling out a scrapbook full of photos. “Our magical creatures care centre at home, and all the memories we made with our friends in it.”

Professor Kettleburn’s eye darted from left to right, left to right, as he flipped through the book and saw all the glossy colour photos in there. Just like his case, the care centre was just like a little zoo, with a grand variety of creatures receiving the best care when taken in. There was a nest of Nifflers splashing around in a heap of gold coins; a branch of Bowtruckles drinking a solution of crushed woodlice mixed in water; a herd of Abraxans and unicorns recuperating from broken limbs; and a few mooncalves snacking on their feed. More creatures filled the page, with a few pictures of Clara, Barnaby, Liz, Charlie, and some of their other friends coming around to visit. So many of his students did not choose magizoology as their central career, yet they always made time to come around and foster their passion for the creatures, just as he had imagined. He chuckled as he glimpsed all the faces in the book, and he hummed in contentment once he reached the very last page.

“Thank you both,” he finally told them. “I will cherish these memories always. And thank you for introducing me to Sylvia. I cannot wait to see her grow up into a fine young lady.”

“We hope you don’t mind if we visit you often with our children,” Clara suggested to him. “Once they’ve grown up a bit more, we’ll definitely visit you more.”

“That would be wonderful.”

Eventually, as Clara and Barnaby left the tavern, hot flasks of Butterbeer in Barnaby’s hands while Clara wrapped Sylvia tight in her blankets, all of them felt a radiating warmth within them--from a simple smile of the sleeping baby in Clara’s arms.

For today they have finally known each other, grew close like grandfather and granddaughter, with the hope that one day she would carry out the legacy her namesake created.

#here we are #a little christmas story #hphm clara lin #hphm barnaby lee #hphm silvanus kettleburn #hphm fankids

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spicy chicken instant ramen for the soul

title: spicy chicken instant ramen for the soul fandom: Tiger and Bunny pairing: Barnaby/Kotetsu (taibani) world count: 1082 summary: It was amazing how a few small items could lift Kotetsu’s spirits so much despite how awful he felt. (or, the one where Barnaby brings home a few treats for his sick spouse.)

For the March Flash Fiction day three prompt: Wish granted.

Barnaby let himself into their apartment, toeing off his shoes as he called out, “I’m back.”

From down the dim hall he heard a muffled, hoarse “Welcome home.” Kotetsu was awake then. That was good. But as he walked into the dim living area and saw the TV was once again turned off, he gave a sympathetic look to the blanket-covered lump on the couch. His husband had his arm covering his flushed face. His head must be hurting again, and his fever was still definitely lingering.

Setting the plastic bag from the nearby corner store on the end table, Barnaby went to find the pain relievers, and to check if Kotetsu needed his next dose of medicine. He’d come down with a particularly nasty respiratory infection recently, and while in his younger days Kotetsu would have just triggered his Hundred Power to heal himself, repeating it as long as it took for the cold to be gone, he was a bit older now, and a minute didn’t heal as much or as thoroughly as five minutes used to. Instead it just left him more drained and fatigued each time he used it.

So now Kotetsu was on antibiotics and bed rest, and Barnaby could tell how truly lousy he felt with the marked lack of protest or attempts to be active and work as if nothing was wrong. Pills and a glass of cool water in hand, he returned to the couch where Kotetsu lay, placing them next to the bag from the store. He nudged the older man gently, wondering if he’d dozed off again already.

But Kotetsu pulled his arm back from his face, peering blearily up at Barnaby. “What?” he grumbled, voice barely more than a painful sounding croak.

“I have these for you.” Barnaby held the medications and glass out to Kotetsu, waiting patiently as Kotetsu slowly levered himself into a sitting position, his already wild and spiky hair a rumpled and sweaty mess. Once this dose took effect, Barnaby thought, perhaps he could persuade Kotetsu to try a shower, or at least run him a warm bath. Kotetsu gingerly swallowed the pills, visibly barely holding back a wince as he did so, but how tightly he scrunched his eyes closed revealed how much his throat obviously hurt. Barnaby sighed in sympathy. If only he could make this all go away faster. A handful of years ago and Kotetsu would’ve shrugged off major, if not catastrophic, injuries with an insouciant grin and a thumbs up. Now a case of strep throat and a sinus infection left him reeling.

With another quiet sigh, Barnaby unloaded the items from the convenience store from the bag. Originally, he’d not understood Kotetsu’s craving for junk foods when he’d started feeling unwell, but then he’d mumbled about how when he was a young boy, back before his powers had manifested, his mother would buy all the comfort foods a school age child loved best when he was sick, in addition to the nutritious soups and tea she’d make for her son. Upon hearing that, Barnaby couldn’t help but want to indulge him, to try to help him feel better in whatever small ways he could.

First out of the bag were several spicy instant ramen bowls, then the multicolored sugary popsicles, and finally bottles of fizzy clear soda and ginger ale. Kotetsu made a garbled happy noise as he drank the last of the glass of water, eyes caught on the small treasure trove Barnaby had stacked on the table.

“Bunny,” he rasped, leaning forward to press himself against Barnaby’s leg. Nuzzling him, Kotetsu rumbled, “Bunny…” again, drawing it out.

“All your wishes granted, yes?” Barnaby couldn’t help but smile softly at his husband. It was amazing how a few small items could lift Kotetsu’s spirits so much despite how awful he felt.

“Yes, thank you, thank you, Bunny.” Kotetsu wrapped an arm weakly around the leg he was leaning against, reaching his other hand out for one of the still-chilled sodas. “You’re the best Bunny and I love you.”

“Do you want any of these now, or later? I could start the kettle if you’d like some ramen?”

Kotetsu shook his head, which unfortunately rubbed his sweat-damp forehead and hair against Barnaby’s jeans. Definitely a shower or bath was necessary, once the latest dose of pills set in. “I want to sleep more. A little bit. Ramen later.”

Barnaby stroked his hand over Kotetsu’s head, felt the expression on his face soften even further as he looked down at the other man. Oh well. Cleaning up could wait just a little bit then. “Let me put everything in the kitchen, and then I can sit with you if you’d like.”

“Yeah. ‘d like that.” Kotetsu leaned back, eyes sliding closed as he slouched against the couch cushions.

It took only moments for Barnaby to collect up the food stuffs and put them where they needed to go in the kitchen, but by the time he returned, Kotetsu was all but asleep again, the partially drunk bottle of soda recapped and over on the end table. Seating himself, he tugged carefully at Kotetsu’s shoulder, guiding him down so his head was pillowed on Barnaby’s lap. As he straightened the blanket covering his husband, Kotetsu curled onto his side and scooted closer until his forehead pressed against Barnaby’s stomach.

“Would you like the television on again?” he asked, though Kotetsu just shook his head.

“Just need you.”

“All right, that’s fine then.” Barnaby draped his arm over Kotetsu’s shoulders, hand stroking idle patterns on his back. “Sleep all you need. I’ll be here.”

Silence fell, and Barnaby let himself relax as Kotetsu sank once more into slumber. Even as bad as Kotetsu seemed now, he’d been worse when this started; with just a few days of antibiotics, he was already showing some improvement. They just needed to wait a bit longer and be patient until the prescription was done—a week, ten days at most, and Kotatsu would be on the mend.

He’d be better soon, he reassured himself once more. It would just take a little more time. And when it came to this man he loved so much, Barnaby would always gladly take all the time in the world for him.

#tiger and bunny #taibani #fanfiction #March Flash Fiction #as i said on ao3 'my self indulgent tropes let me show you them'#sorry for three kotetsu focused things in a row i went into the series expecting barnaby to be my favorite #instead ep one and kotetsu kicks down the door to my brain and is like i live here now lol #i have barnaby feelings too though like i saw this manga artwork and had two reactions #one: bunnyyyyyyyyy :( :( :(#and two: goddamn they draw him with nice legs wow

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