#there was a post out there about how jaskier is insanely competent but since he spends his time around witchers and witches

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Fic about trains pls

Fandom: The Witcher, Harry PotterPairing: Jaskier x ReaderWord Count: 1,108Rating: GTaglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey  @mynamesoundslikesherlock @magic-multicolored-miracle @writingstudent @coffee-and-stories @ultracolorfulnerdcollection @mlleecrivaine  a/n: Hey gang, this is my boyfriend who loves trains. I read him the Harry Potter series the first year we were together so it felt only right to choose this train for the fic. Enjoy!

The train cars were packed with excited youths, running around with their matching black robes and different colors indicating their house affiliation. You’d gotten there early to try and get a good seat but you weren’t early enough, it seemed, and most of the seats were filled by children who openly gaped at you and whispered to each other as you passed by. Not many adults rode the Hogwarts Express but you wanted to get a feel for the students you would be teaching as you took your post as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Professor Potter was taking a sabbatical to go on tour with his wife as the Holyhead Harpies competed abroad and you’d been grateful to snatch up the posting. It had been some years since your own time at Hogwarts but you still thought of the time with fondness, if a little bit of trepidation. The school was a death trap, bless it.

Just as the Hogwarts Express blew the final whistle announcing its departure and you felt it lurch beneath your feet, you spotted a nearly empty car. You opened the door to peek in and politely ask if you could take a seat but the train lurched again and you were knocked off balance, landing face first in the arms of a stranger. Thankfully, it was another adult, which meant collapsing in a sudden embrace just a tad less awkward than if it had been a child. His sky blue eyes widened in surprise and then twinkled with amusement, mouth quirking into a smile as he helped you right yourself.

“They’ve really improved the options on the snack cart since I rode last,” he joked. You blushed and took the seat opposite from him, asking if you could take it seeming to be a moot point since you’d already been in his lap.

“I don’t think you could afford me,” you retorted playfully, “Get a chocolate frog instead.”

“More of a Bertie Bott’s man myself,” he replied.

“Glutton for punishment?” you asked, remembering a terrible incident your first year involving a particularly nasty bean.

“Nah, just don’t shy away from risks. Keeps life fun,” he volleyed, pulling a box he’d apparently already purchased from his cloak pocket and offering one to you. You politely waved him off and he shrugged, tossing one in his mouth without care.

“So, tell me, what’s a grown woman like you doing in a coal-driven kindergarten like this?” he asked.

“I begin work tomorrow. I’m a professor at the school. Well, I will be a professor,” you corrected, still adjusting to your new title.

“Oh brilliant! You’re taking the DADA position then?” he asked. You nodded and he brightened though he fixed you with what he tried to make a solemn expression. “You know, the position is cursed.”

You rolled your eyes but laughed.

“Yes I’ve heard,” you said, “But Potter seems to be doing just fine so far.”

“Well he does alright but I’ve found that he sometimes needs help here and there. You know he didn’t finish 7th year,” the man joked.

“I know, it’s insane how they just let you go off skipping school years for silly little things like saving the world,” you replied with a deep sigh. The man grinned at you and extended a hand.

“Jaskier. Well, Julian Alfred Pankratz but only the students call me Professor Pankratz. Everyone else calls me Jaskier,” he said. You took his hand and shook it, smiling at him as you introduced yourself.

“Y/N, apparently your new colleague! What do you teach?” you asked, reluctantly taking your hand back.

“Charms,” he answered. You nearly laughed, of course this man taught charms. Charm oozed out of his pores. If he had any. Beautiful bastard.

“Oh so Flitwick isn’t teaching anymore?” you asked.

“Nah, he retired shortly after Potter joined the staff. He’s off in Barbados or something having the time of his life conjuring mimosas with tiny umbrellas I’m sure,” Jaskier replied. You smiled fondly as you thought of your old professor.

“Why are you riding the train if you’re a professor?” you inquired.

“I like it better than the thestrals,” he answered, “Hagrid would have my head for saying it but they’re just so creepy.”

“Hagrid is still there?” you asked, brightening at the mention of your favorite Hogwarts staff member.

“Of course,” Jaskier laughed, “He’ll outlive us all and he’ll be carrying on teaching and groundskeeping while he does it.”

“Some things never change, then. Good,” you said decidedly.

“And some things do change, which can also be good,” Jaskier said, smiling at you meaningfully.

The train rumbled along the tracks as you and Jaskier talked some more about your time at Hogwarts including how you’d managed to miss each other.

“I spent most of my time with the rest of the Slytherins,” Jaskier admitted, “And I didn’t go to class much. Just enough to score well on my OWLS and not a bit more.”

“I was usually in the library or the common room with my friends. Sometimes I’d sneak out to the kitchens and meet up with my Hufflepuff friends in the middle of the night,” you confided.

“Let me guess, Gryffindor?” he asked.

“Gods no, Ravenclaw,” you scoffed, feeling slightly guilty for your strong reaction as you thought of your close Gryffindor friends. He held up his hands in surrender.

“Yes I can see it now,” he said, “You have a certain librarian quality to you.”

“Indeed?” you mused, “It’s the cardigan, isn’t it?”

“Well that does help,” he admitted, “But more so your general aura. You give off a vibe of being someone you should not fuck with. Tragically, as a Slytherin, that only provokes my interest more, eager to test the boundaries and learn what would happen if I did.”

You swallowed hard and fixed your eyes at the quickly passing land outside, lush green fields with grazing sheep and quaint cottages dotting the landscape. You could feel Jaskier’s eyes on you and you could picture him in school. He’d have been one of the boys you rolled your eyes at for making a ruckus in the library. Your thoughts briefly flitted to other kinds of mischief you could get up to in the library but you quickly dismissed those thoughts. You were colleagues and there were standards to uphold. Still as you spent the rest of the train ride deep in conversation you couldn’t help but wonder what new memories you might make at your old alma mater, and how many of them may feature the handsome Charms professor with the wicked grin and pale blue eyes.

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