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confusedmuggle · 1 year

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The New Girl

f!reader x mattheo, f!reader x George Weasley

summary: After your family moves, you must switch from attending Ilvermorny to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It is there you meet a certain redhead and brunette.

Warnings: None

Chapter 2 here

A/N - At Ilvermorny, f!reader was in Thunderbird, which is the equivalent to Slytherin. This take place 3rd yr {because I don’t want to deal with all the drama in future years yet}, but all the characters are aged up abt 3 yrs.

If this post gets 15 likes, I will post a Chapter 2!

“Very cunning, and very brave. You are a difficult one, but it shall be . . . SLYTHERIN!”

You stepped off the chair and walked toward the table of students cheering. Because you were joining later than most, you were brought in before all of the first years to get sorted. You sat down across from a cute brunette boy that was mid conversation with the blonde boy next to him. When you sat down, they both turned to look at you. “You must be the new girl. What year did they say you were in? Third? Whatever. You’re lucky you got sorted into this house. You will soon learn that there are people at this school that are better than others. I’m Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.” Draco said. “I’m y/n. It’s nice to meet you.” You responded. The brunette just stared at you, not saying anything. Malfoy nudged him, then he was pulled out of his thoughts.

“I’m Mattheo.”

“Nice to meet you Mattheo” you said, smiling at him.

The headmaster Dumbledore quieted the room, then all of the first years walked in. You sat watching the first years with a smile. Because of your gaze being on the first years, you missed the certain redhead watching you fondly. Dinner started shortly after, and you began talking to the girl next to you, Pansy, and some of the other people near your seat. It didn’t feel like long until you were leaving the great hall to go to the Slytherin common rooms. You shared a room with Pansy and two other girls, Callie Shrew and Madeleine Caprine. All of your belongings were already in your room, which must’ve been to the house elves that basically took care of everything here. You got changed into your pjs, then snuggled into the silk green sheets and fell into a deep sleep. ************************************************

“Wake up roomie”

You awoke to Pansy standing above you, holding a slytherin robe.

“This was at the edge of your bed, we have like 30 minutes until we have to be at the Great Hall for breakfast.” At this, you quickly grabbed the robes and changed. Everything went smooth until the tie.

“Do you know how to tie a tie ?” Pansy asked, and I responded no. At Ilvermorny ties were not apart of the uniform. She quickly tied the tie with precision and ease, then left for the Great Hall. The only problem was, you didn’t know the way to the great hall yet. You walked through the empty common room and into the confusing halls of hogwarts. A right turn here, a left turn there, right, left, left, annnd you were lost. Very lost. Just as you made this realization, a tall boy with with red hair and lots of freckles turned the corner. He spotted you quickly and walked over. “Are you lost? You’re the new girl, right?” He said kindly.

“Yeah, that’s me. I’m y/n. I was trying to get to the Great Hall but I’m pretty sure I made more than a few wrong turns.”

“Breakfast is almost over, but I know somewhere we can get food. Do you wanna follow me ? I’m George, by the way.”

You followed him throughout the twisting paths, learning that he was in 3rd year, like you, and was a Gryffindor. He told you he was surprised at how nice you were, considering slytherins were known for being assholes, especially to other houses. Just as you were about to respond, he stopped right infront of a large painting of a bowl of fruit.

“Here we are!” he said, and he reached up and touched the pear. The painting swung open, revealing a large kitchen full of busy looking house elves.

“Woah what is this place?”

“This, darling, is the kitchen.” You blushed slightly at the nickname and stepped into the kitchen. The house elves turned to you, welcoming you in and offering you lots of snacks. You grabbed a few that looked good and started eating as quick as possible.

“Do you know where the potions classroom is? That’s my first hour but I’m not sure where it’s at.”

“Yeah, fair warning though Snape is a total downer. He might like you because you’re a slytherin, but he’s got something against the other houses, especially Gryffindor.” He responded as you guys started walking to Snape’s class

“Thanks for letting me know — anything else I should know about these teachers ?”

“Hagrids great, McGonagall’s strict but nice enough, Trelawny is crazy, Quirrell has been weird for a few years, Binns is boring, and that’s basically it. Oh and the groundskeeper filch is super annoying, but if he bothers you we can team up and prank his sorry arse.” He said with a laugh

“That sounds great.” You said, with a genuine smile crossing your face. “Here we are, good luck y/n.” He said.

“Thanks George, I’ll see you around I guess.” You said, wishing he could stay a bit longer.

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You sat down next to the boy from the Great Hall, Mattheo. “Hey it’s good to see you again Mattheo!” He glanced at your eyes and replied “Yeah it’s nice to see you again t—”

WHACK - WHACK

ouch— now you knew what George had meant. Snape had snuck up behind you two and hit you both on the head with a textbook. You could tell you were going to just love this class. “There shall be no talking or messing around in the classroom.” Snape said in a low monotone voice. “Now, today we will make a basic remedy for boils. You will need your potions book, horned slugs, snake fangs, and porcupine quills. Get to work.”

You and Mattheo got started, working surprising very well together. Your group finished first, with a potion that Snape called, ‘very acceptable’, and gave you each 5 points. You both started walking back to the common room together since you had finished early. As you were making your way back, you heard the sound of something speeding towards you both. Suddenly, a firework zipped through the middle of the hall, forcing mattheo and you up against the wall.

George Weasley ran around the corner laughing, following his firework he had set off to distract filch but stopped his movements once he saw you two. Mattheo’s arms over your head, pinning you to the wall, and you looking up at him.

CHAPTER 2 OUT NOW!

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doberbutts · 2 years

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I rewatched ROP in entirety and I do think it's far more cohesive as a whole instead of episodic in that it resolves a lot of the pacing problems I had on first, weekly, watch and also it's more fun to see the hint vs payoff in this way, at least for me.

Then I rewatched the entirety of the PJ LOTR movies just for old time's sake.

And currently I'm rewatching the entirety of the PJ Hobbit movies and you know?

I think my problem is less the feel- it *feels* like a return to Middle Earth and is more of a fantastical fantasy escapade like the book was intended to be as a bedtime story to his son. Of course the overuse of CGI and unnecessary bloat and lazy sound direction (very little original music, a lot of it is reused from the lotr movies, most striking when azog walks towards thorin to the fucking NAZGUL music of all things) complaints remain but the *feel* is fine.

But I think what bothers me most about the Hobbit is the unnecessary changes to the story itself. Azog's dead by the time of the Hobbit in the book, the book specifically says that Thorin's entire line had absolutely no involvement in the fall of Doriath, the company willingly goes to Rivendell (also the elves sing a silly song about how silly the dwarves look with their beards a'wagging), despite being prisoners in Thranduil's halls they're treated well and fed and not put into cells because elves don't torture prisoners (said directly in the book in question), Thranduil had nothing to do with the Nauglamír, an elf with a huge wound like that that presumably hasn't healed in thousands of years is either fading or corrupted by evil, Legolas has never acted Like That ever, holy shit Thranduil would NEVER draw blade against one of his own people over what amounts to a petty squabble have we learned nothing from the kinslayings-

I don't mind the changes that help drive the plot or tie things together. I don't mind the Radagast bits or the Dol Goldur stuff. I don't even really mind the Tauriel bits outside of thinking the dwarf/elf romance is a bit silly and also that they did her actress dirty. I have little nitpicks here and there but I feel they are forgiveable in the long run as they don't really change the feel or the story.

But there's a lot of just unnecessary additions and changes and for what? What was the bit about the necklace needed for? Why shoehorn in a romance you promised both fans and actress you wouldn't do? What is PJ's obsession with making elf lords in the third age be copies of Thingol? What's with the weird transmisogyny- how is it the books were written by a stuff Catholic war vet and have zero canon LGBT representation and somehow manage to be less transphobic than movies made in the modern era? What's with the vegan elves, Thranduil's literally roasting meat during his party before the dwarves drop in? Why did we resurrect a long-dead character when Bolg, his son, is literally right there?

I still enjoy the return to Middle Earth but certainly these massive departures from canon affect every subsequent watch. *That* is what changes the feel for me, because conflicts have been added where there was none, and taken away where there was plenty.

Personally I think the biggest issue I have is that it probably should have been a 2-film journey and not 3, and 3 added time for stupid shit like this.

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ten-summoners-fails · 2 years

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I must get this off my chest about ‘The Rings of Power’

TL/DR: I’m sad.

There’s a lot going on in the fandom right now, and it’s painful to watch. I have a lot of strong feelings whirling inside - anger, disappointment, fear, loneliness, fear of loneliness - as well as a general, latent sentiment of ‘Where The Fuck Is Tolkien In All This’.. So -- just a few thoughts I must get out of my system.

First of all, Amazon's communication is a raging disaster.

I am not willing to jump on the “Elves can’t have short hair” or the “Hobbits must be ethnically homogenous” bandwagon, because the way I see it, we have much bigger problems here than RandomBlackGuy cast as RandomAvariElf (honestly, if they had just bothered to give him a wig I’d be totally down for it -- dude’s got really expressive eyes, a lean, characteristic face and based on the trailer his character is a cool archer - so what’s with the hair, seriously??)

It’s not that I don’t have my own views on Tolkien’s mythology (which are unabashedly Anglo-Saxon, lol) or that I would not do certain things differently if given the chance. But here’s the deal: the fact that it’s 2022 and Amazon STILL managed to piss off EVERY SINGLE FACET of the fandom is very telling. In the Vanity Fair article, they’re basically accusing ALL the criticising fans (many of whom, I assume, are THEMSELVES representing some kind of minority) of racism, ‘purism’ and trolling.

That’s right. Even if fan criticism has NOTHING to do with diverse casting; even if they are voicing EXTREMELY valid and SUBSTANTIAL concerns about entirely different things, Amazon’s just like, “Nope, we won’t address those. We’ll just react to that 1% of actual trolls because that’s hella convenient for the arrogant sophists that we are. Also, you’re now blocked from our Twitter page in the name of Freedom of Expression, hope you have a wonderful day.”

...I mean, if you want to CREATE hatred towards minorities, representation and diversity where there had been none, this is EXACTLY how you do it. Bond-villain level accuracy. I must congratulate.

And now I will tell you a secret, dear Amazon:

If the only way you can counter an argument is to cry ‘racist’ or ‘purist’ or ‘Raxacoricofallapatorius’ (catch the reference, lol), it means HAVING NO SUBSTANTIAL CLAIM WHATSOEVER to support your ideas. You can’t guilt-trip your way out of every discussion -- the fact that you do tells me to let go of ALL expectations I might still have that your show could be decent to watch. Period.

Why do I see it this way? After all, I haven’t seen the show, have I?

No, of course I haven’t, but the creators’ approach seems to be a very problematic one. The open desire to warp Middle-earth into something it isn’t -- a modern sociopolitical stance, or Game of Thrones Lite -- is ludicrous, and doomed to failure. I mean, you can make a modern sociopolitical stance out of a LOT of stories I would approve of, but not this one. Not the one whose author did his utmost fucking best to stay AS FAR FROM REALITY AS POSSIBLE.

One of my biggest fears about ‘The Rings of Power’ series has always been that the rights to touch Tolkien’s world would fall into unappreciating hands. Into the hands of people who, fundamentally, don’t understand what it is all about, or are willing to ignore that in favour of financial benefit.

(Again: race and ethnicity are not what I am concerned about -- I’m totally okay with PoC Elves or Dwarves. Representations like this are quite frequent in the fandom as well; and since I am not a sociopath, I’m able to understand that representations that differ from mine exist, and are just as valid. If other fans think that black Elves work, that means I’m down for it, and Amazon should be down for it, too. Just give them long hair, haha).

BUT! I really-really fear for the loss of actual STORY behind all the politics and representation that the creators aspire to deliver: as well as the ESSENCE of Arda. The otherworldly quality that makes PJ’s films, even The Hobbit trilogy ‘Tolkien-esque’ - and this quality is sorely missing from what we have seen so far.

I know, I know -- still haven’t seen the series yet. But I really strongly believe that if the story was good, if the characters were established, if Tolkien’s legacy would be respected, than Amazon would not just cry ‘racist’ as an answer to all of our concerns. They would tell us fans to wait, and they would show some semblance of humility and respect.

To sum it up, I’m sad. So very sad. I mean, this is exactly what I knew would happen, but it’s still sad, because the whole idea of the series had so much potential. Now, it feels like it’s gonna be nothing more than a billion-dollar mainstream fantasy disaster.

So yeah. I’m sad. Pass me a bottle of Black Label.

#lotr on amazon #lotr on prime #personal opinion #please be kind

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runawaymun · 2 years

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I like to believe if given the chance that orcs would live peacefully among elves, humans and the other races of middle earth. But since everyone perceives them as evil they never got the chance to.

this got buried somehow but yes! If I'm remembering correctly, per the Silm, orcs have children via 'natural' means. So no mud magic ala PJ's adaptations (as much as I love the trilogy).

So it follows that they have fëar in some capacity, I would assume, and are capable of forming their own societies and perhaps some sort of family structure.

All that to say: I wonder what would happen if somebody got ahold of a baby orc (because they do exist), and raised it in 'society'. Like, would they still have an inclination toward orcish things (or what we assume to be orcish things? like cruelty and cannibalism)? Or would they just be a little feral goth child? How much of this behavior is nature and how much of it is nurture?

And yeah I think, when left without the influence of Morgoth or Sauron, they might actually be able to form their own societies and live (relatively) at peace. Maybe they can't make 'beautiful' things the way Elves, Dwarves, and Men can, but they do have a natural aptitude toward efficiency and practicality, which I feel has a lot of potential.

#(out of uniform)#meta

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legolas-is-a-himbo · 4 years

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Thoughts on Tauriel...

So I know a lot of people don’t like Tauriel, and I understand that. She was added into the Hobbit movies partially for the purpose of creating romance/ a love triangle, there is a lot of misogyny surrounding parts of her arc, and her involvement changed the tone of the story (and obviously she isn’t book canon).

However, I like her a lot. I haven’t always, though- I thought everyone was supposed to hate her because she was a “bad” character, and I watched the movies through the lens of her being a highly problematic and unnecessary addition. This was largely fueled by Emily Edwards’ FBOL- a podcast I listened to (LOTR episode: https://open.spotify.com/episode/3qFsuoVeGIkuwpgmpaxbTY?si=tzpsmvZqRd-LjxRRIKKt_A beware though, she says a lot of things about LotR that are... not all that great, nor all that researched).

But even with all that, I couldn’t help but kind of like her. And I thought more about it and read more things, and now I really like her. And here is why:

Firstly, I love the concept of her character. The captain of the guard of Mirkwood, a woman (do we still call elves women? is it “female elf”? Idk) who defies what she has always been told in pursuit of what she wants, against the backdrop of Middle Earth and the turmoil of the BotFA. I love her as the guard captain, and- while being a really cheesy trope- I think it can be said that it’s empowering how she risks it all for love and figures out what she wants. (Also maybe I’m just a sucker for the “forbidden love” trope but. Still.) Plus, she and all her action scenes are just really cool. Now, this idea was executed rather badly. They (PJ, etc.) created this really cool idea of a character, and then didn’t do her any justice, giving her little if any of a character arc and deeper personality. But this concept I think can still be appreciated- I would LOVE to see her character done well- and that is where things like fanfiction can come in to redress the wrongs of the movies.

Secondly, there is something to be said for how Tauriel + Kili parallels with Bilbo + Thorin. I don’t know if this is true, but I read that PJ set this up intentionally so that the scenes at the end of BotFA where Tauriel is crying over Kili and Bilbo is crying over Thorin were aligned to further solidify the relationship between Bilbo & Thorin and hint their romance. Regardless of whether intentional or not, these parallels are rather obvious, and the inclusion of Tauriel/Kili is not only a potentially interesting relationship within itself, but a vehicle to show the relationship between Bilbo/Thorin even if the film industry and all that would make a fuss if there was actual solid gay representation (which is a whole other and much larger problem all together).

Also, we can’t ignore Evangeline Lilly’s amazing performance. Tauriel’s character was not executed well in its creation, but Evangeline clearly brought everything she had to the role and compensated as much as possible for the flaws in the writing. The emotion she had made the films (specifically BotFA) that much more devastaring and heartbreaking, and really draws the audience in. Now I know this also contributes to the breaking away from book canon and shifting the mood of the story to be darker— yes, this is definitely it’s own problem which should be acknowledged in this dicussion, but at this moment I am analyzing how Tauriel fits into the new canon of the movies.

To also be noted (most unfortunately) are the solid bad things about these movies. I am very mad about how Legolas was portrayed and how they put him into the love triangle. They turned him into a bigoted asshole and totally broke away from how he is characterized in canon. I love book Legolas and LotR film Legolas with my whole heart, he’s honestly a great character for so many reasons. But here, they completely changed him (and also made him look kind of weird??) without including any sort of character development between the two completely different portrayals of him (yes I know he starts off LotR not entirely the best but changes in Lothlorien, bur this is far more significant and way way worse than he was at the beginnint of Fellowship). That is, for lack of better words, very bad. Also, the love triangle was completely unnecessary. In my opinion, Tauriel and Kili’s relationship was lovely and Legolas’ involvememt and causing of further complications really lessened what could have been a more beautiful thing (not that it wasn’t at all, it just could have been a lot more). I would have loved to see Legolas being friendly towards, even helping Tauriel (that is, with more than just fighting), and being how he was in LotR.

So, all in all, there is a lot wrong with the Hobbit movies- much more than I’ve covered here and extending way past Tauriel. I know that and recognize that, but nevertheless I can’t help but like them. I love Bilbo and Thorin and Bard and Tauriel and so many of the other characters. It’s all so bittersweet and the ending is so emotional. I love the scenery of Mirkwood (+elves!!) and Erebor, and Bilbo’s scenes with Smaug are fantastic. And I am glad to have more movies about Middle Earth. There is a lot wrong with them, most definitely, but I still enjoy them. These two things can coexist, I think- it is very important to recognize the faults in a story, but it can still be appreciated once they are recognized.

One last thought:

Am I mad that it has to be “I like the concept of this character but not the execution”/“I like this relationship, but that messed it up”/“This story would have been good if __”? Absolutely. Especially with female characters, it seems (sexism!) there is a lot of bad execution (and not just women, but when any minority/underrepresented group is given a representation). And especially as Tolkien has so few female characters (yikes, massive sexism, we all know) this is a big problem here. It is bad, really bad, and it makes me angry. I hope that it gets better as time goes on, and while it has improved a bit in general, there are still so many badly done characters. And I will never be an apologist for these kinds of things- what I’m saying here is you have to recognize the flaws to appreciate the character, and you have to recognize the flaws to understand and appreciate the whole story (obviously within reason. some things can never be appreciated- I’m talking about things like Tauriel where it’s far from good but not downright offensive. Another point to be noted also, there are much bigger problems within Tolkien’s works and the film adaptations with regards to racism and other forms of bigotry, but I feel I am not qualified to speak on those, though I do my best to reblog other content speaking on these issues). I am very mad about this within the Hobbit movies, and this problem in general, and it is deeply frustrating how pervasive it is. Still, I find ways to enjoy the movies for what they are, and watch them time and time again- and of course read lots of fanfiction that fixes up the movie canon :)

Apologies if that was convoluted or made no sense, I just have a lot of thoughts on this and I wanted to get them out and see what other people think about it. (Also I was debating over whether or not to include Thranduil in this, but I decided against it as this is already long enough and I haven’t thought about all that nearly as much as all this)

#it’s me i said something #the hobbit #films #tauriel #kili #evangeline lilly #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #mirkwood #hobbit movies #peter jackson #legolas #tolkien #text post #meta

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starshineskyandthepowerofrock · 3 years

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Stuff You Wouldn't Think To Find

Part 23 of Starshine, Sky, and the Power of Rock

The portal kinda feels like how sparkling water tastes, if that makes sense. I meet Sky on the other side to find her shaking magical shimmers out of her hair.

"They really like sparkles over here, don't they?" she says.

I wiggle and watch the glittery particles fall from my pajamas. There's Sky's pencil next to my slippers! I pick it up. "Hey, look!"

Sky smiles and puts the pencil behind her ear for safe keeping. She looks around. "Any idea where we are?"

I shrug. It's super dark in here. The portal glows pink next to us and Sky's eyes glow blue so I can see just around me. But everything else? I haven't got a clue. "Do you know a light spell?"

"I know a 'make lights brighter' spell. It's a duet."

I don't see any lights to make bright in here except... hm... I put my hand through the portal again and swoosh it around a little. I pull back out with a handful of magical sparkles. Sky sings each part once for me, then I sing the melody while she sings the harmony. The sparkles glow brighter until we can see everything within two feet of us.

"Oooooh!" I say.

The walls and ceiling are a whole lot closer to us than I'd expected. We're in a super tight hallway, it looks like. No windows, no doors, nothing but what looks like an endless corridor. My heart's going again. I wonder what's down there! I've never explored a palace before, especially not an enchanted one!

Sky and I creep down the hall, our footsteps muted by our slippers. "Do you think that portal's always been there?" I ask.

"No clue," she says. "I feel like we would've noticed. Can't imagine why they'd put a secret passageway in a common room. Must be some kinda... magical glitch."

"Do you think your piano playing opened it? Like, on accident?"

Sky chuckles. "C'mon, you think I could do that? With a normal piano?"

I shrug. "I dunno. I've seen you do other cool stuff."

"Like what?"

"Like when you beat that guy in a guitar battle? That was the coolest thing I've ever seen!"

Sky doesn't look amused anymore. "Thanks," she says.

"Oh, um, sorry, i-is that a sore poi-"

"It's okay," she says a little too loud. She softens up a bit. "Thanks -- uh -- really, I'd forgotten I'd done that."

"See? So, you are cool!"

"You're pretty cool yourself," she says. "I wouldn't think you'd be up for something like this."

"Like what?"

"Ya'know. Sneaking around. Doesn't seem your speed."

I giggle. "I snuck around all the time back on the moon!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, really! My friends and I used to sneak each other out of our bedroom windows and go hang out after curfew," I giggle. "They'd love you."

"Huh, maybe I'd love them too, then. You'll have to introduce us if that can happen."

"I sure hope so," I say, only to notice that feeling in my chest come back. Hmm. Time to change the subject. "Where do you think this leads?"

Sky scrunches her eyebrows a bit. She's quiet for longer than I'd expect. "I've got a theory but I'm not sure it's a good one."

"At least you've got one, right? Lemme hear, lemme hear!"

She takes a glance at me but turns back. "Let's see first before I say anything."

She keeps answering in ways I'm not ready for, huh. "Oh... Okay, then?"

The floor has been slowly inclining as we go. It was only a bit at first but it's getting so steep I wonder if we'll slip. I'm very thankful for the little sticky things on the bottom of my slippers-

"Ah!" Sky yelps. I catch her by the arm right before she hits the ground. "Thanks," she says. Then she furrows her brow. "Wait." She kneels back down again, more careful now, and puts her ear to the floor. "You hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"It's... It's like... Uh. A hum? No, not a- Huh." She stands back up. "But you hear it, right?"

I shake my head. "What are you talking about?"

"It's, uh. A sound? Or..." She tries clearing her ears, rubs her temples. "No, not a sound. It's, it's not in my ears, it's..." She's starting to breathe, oh no!

"Are you okay? Maybe we should turn back-"

She hits the side of her head. "What the hell is happening? You don't feel it?" She grits her teeth, squeezes her eyes shut. Then she puts her hands over her head and ducks as if shielding herself from... I don't even know what. She reminds me of...

"Do you have anxiety, Sky?"

She doesn't seem to hear me, she just keeps whispering "What the hell, what the hell, what the hell?"

Ohhhh gosh, what did my mom do? Would it work with her? I've gotta try!

"Sky? Sky, look at me, okay? Name 5 things you can see, 4 things you can hear, 3 things-"

She says a word I don't feel comfy repeating. Okay then, what else do I do to ground myself? Uhhhh. I start flapping my hands. I've gotta be the calm one now. Okay, okay. I take a big breath and let it out. "Can you try doing that, Sky?"

Her eyes land on me. I do it again. She tries a shaky breath of her own. I take another deep breath. Then she does. We breathe together few more times until she takes her trembling hands away from her head. She looks away, gulps, and says, "Uh, thanks. You're right. Maybe we should turn back."

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We both sleep in the next day. It's 12:30 when we've just started rubbing the clouds out of our eyes over a game of cards, only for Star to come into our dorm saying, "You two are still in your PJs? Was there a no-sleep slumber party that I missed?

Sky swirls the coffee in her mug and says, "Eh, I guess we're just both night owls, right, Crescent?"

I smile, realizing Star probably isn't the best person to tell about sneaking around secret palace corridors past curfew. "Yep!"

"Well, while you guys slept in, Citrus and I checked out the local marketplace. Sugarsweet has some great shops I think you two would like! Oh, and I asked around, Sky, and the music store wouldn't mind you coming in! We could go CD shopping!"

Sky's eyes light up. "Woah, really? That's great! Wanna go, Crescent?"

"Sure! Maybe we can skate, too! I hear the ice rinks here are made of frozen rock candy!"

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Wow, Sugarsweet really lives up to its name! Star says it's the capital of Dulcet Falls, a province I still can't believe exists! Oh my gosh, I'm so so happy we're here for the week! We stick out our tongues and let blue sour-sweet snowflakes land in our mouths.

"The precipitation is a different flavor in each city. Here, it's blue raspberry!" Star tells us.

"How'd that even happen?" I ask.

"Oh, I haven't a clue. Scientists have been studying the phenomena of this province for years and still aren't sure why."

"Well, I'm not complaining!" Sky says. "Hey, your tongues are blue!" She smiles, revealing her fangs are stained blue, too.

We giggle together and head towards the music shop. Just as Star promised, Sky steps right through the doorway without a problem. The aisles of CDs each end with a touch screen with attached earbuds so you can listen to a sample from any album on sale in the store.

We of course make a beeline for the rock section and browse CD after CD. Sky and I still don't really know a lot of the artists in the Land of Light, so we listen to tons of samples. Star is so excited to show us band after band, singer after singer. She's also got a lottt of allowance money that she has no trouble spending on us.

Sky is drawn to the secondhand section, maybe because she doesn't wanna have Star spend more on brand new CDs, or maybe because she's interested in that retro sound. The older stuff sounds cool, too! But there isn't a ton of hip hop over in this section, probably because the Land of Light's history with that is only as recent as moon rabbits coming down here and sharing our music with them. The Land of Light's hip hop has an interesting pop bent to it, one I don't hate at all and actually find kinda fun! But it does make me wish I could hear some beats that sound closer to the kind you hear back home...

Hm.

I ask Star and Sky if they can catch up with me at the skate rink. I can pay for my stuff, I assure Star.

🌙🌙🌙

I'm no better at skating then I was yesterday, but if it gets my mind off things then I'll take it. After a few more very wobbly tries at not letting gravity get the better of me, I finally decide to sit on a bench until Star and Sky catch up.

Okay. What are 5 things I can see? I see the pale blue skate rink. I see shop buildings with peppermint pillars supporting gingerbread walls and roofs covered in frosting. I see fairies and unicorns and elves and cat people who all skate way better than I do- uh uh, stop that! They're all doing their best, just like me! What's the point of a grounding technique if I'm gonna put myself down during it? Now, let's see. I see I girl who's... what is she doing? She's touching the edge of a chocolate road sign. Is she... She's broken off a piece!

I do my best to unlace my skates and get back in my boots as fast as I can and try to go get a better look. "Excuse me!" I say.

The girl's head snaps in my direction. Her eyes widen -- Her red eyes! She runs off.

"H-hey!" I say a whole lot of "excuse me"s and stumble a few times going at this speed but I've gotta catch up! "Wait up!"

The girl only stops to scoop up handful of snow and lob it in my direction. It whizzes past me. "That's not very nice!" I shout, still after her. "People have gotta use that sign, you can't just-"

"Buzz off, loser!" she shouts past the scarf covering her mouth. She's scrambling into the woods now.

I gasp. "No!" I pounce on her back and we both tumble into the flavored snow.

She shoves me off of her and coughs up a mouthful of snow, revealing a set of fangs I'm not much surprised to see. She looks up, eyes wide with worry. "What are you gonna do, report me? It'll be the last thing you-"

"You can't go running into the woods like that, silly! The Band of Darkness could snatch you up like that!" I try to snap to make my point but it's a little hard to make a sound with this wooly mitten on.

She blinks. "What?"

"When I first came to the Land of Light, I had to learn a lot about safety since the Band of Darkness likes to lurk around a lot. And the biggest rule was don't go in the woods! One of my friends is a vampire, too, so I know they won't go easy on you! Be careful, okay!"

She stares at me, not sure what to say. "I'll, um. I'll take that into account." She takes a bite out of the chocolate chunk in her hand.

Wow. I'm not sure what else to even say. I've got so many questions but none of them are coming out!

"Well then," she says, standing and brushing the snow off herself. "I have to go. You didn't see me, okay?"

"Huh? Yes I did!"

"I mean if anyone asks, you didn't meet me, okay? We didn't meet. Got it?"

"Uh. Um..."

"Got it?" she asks, more intense this time.

I nod. "I-I've got it!"

"Good. Now, aren't your friends wondering where you are?"

#waxing crescent #skylar acdalur #princess starshine #princess faylen

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Charmed Children

Warnings: I do not own or claim to own any rights to the television show “Charmed” or the characters created within said show, this is purely fanfiction written from a devoted fan of the series. 15+ Mild to strong language, moderate to strong violence, witchcraft, sexual innuendos, and scenes of a sexual nature. F/F, F/M, M/M, Gen, Other +

CHAPTER ONE HERE

Chapter 3 - Legacy

PJ Thorne and her newly found, long lost, half sister Peyton Price were in the main foyer of the Halliwell Manor, each of them sorting through a separate pile of unopened mail address to the likes of Phoebe Halliwell, Piper Halliwell, Leo Wyatt, Wyatt Halliwell, Chris Halliwell, Melinda Halliwell, Paige Mitchell, etc.…both of them snooping in a bid to learn more about their birth mother when suddenly the grand Victorian chandelier placed right above them both, which hang from the ceiling, began to shake viciously before omitting a strange blue light that almost blinded the two women but as soon as they had noticed it, it was gone just like that. “I am going to put that one down to some old school dodgy electrics which makes complete sense given the age of this house.” Peyton guessed, trying not to let on that she was slightly spooked. “I have never seen any kind of messed up wiring cause a chandelier to omit that kind of strange light…then again it is not like I see fancy chandelier’s every day in my line of work.” PJ replied to her sister, as the two began looking towards the stairs, wondering why Percy had been upstairs for so long. “I should check on Mr Ford in case he’s found himself electrocuted or something…” “I’ll check on Percy with you,” Peyton said happily, as the two sisters made their way for the stairs. “Nothing like a creepy old house to make strangers who happen to be siblings get to the bonding.” “Look you seem nice enough and everything, but I am not looking for a sister.” PJ told Peyton, making it clear where she stood with her, as the two of them began walking up the stairs of the Halliwell Manor. “I’m down to get answers about the woman who gave us up, but I am not looking for long lost family…” “Oh, okay!” Peyton responded, attempting to hide her disappointment. “Well lucky for you I already have a family whom I love so yep, just wanting answers too and pending on how haunted this place is I may potentially want to live here…” “This place is too big for one person I say we sell it and share the money three ways, that way you can get yourself a nice little flat, Percy can have walking around money and I can put some money aside for a rainy day.” PJ advised Peyton, as they continued walking upstairs until they walked into the upstairs hallway. “I mean some money is the least we can get out of all this!” “Well actually, I am not big on the idea of selling our family home especially since it has been in our family for generations.” Peyton disagreed with Peyton, as Percy walked down the attic stairs to meet them in the hallway. “I think we should keep it in the family.” “You are talking about strangers who threw us out of this very house who gives a damn about their traditions!” PJ argued with her half-sister, making her fury towards her birth mother abundantly clear. “Oh, calm down detective dastardly if you need the cash so badly, I’ll buy your share of this place.” Percy interrupted, attempting to stop a potential argument, before turning to Peyton. “Then I will give you both of our shares and you can live your perfect family home lifestyle…that is if you still want to live here considering it could be haunted by the ghosts of real life witches!” “Witches? Really? Did you get electrocuted by any chance?” PJ responded to Percy. “We should get you checked out at the hospital maybe a psychiatric one…” “Trust me I am no believer in hocus pocus although I did love the movie,” Percy began to explain to both PJ and Peyton. “However, it seems like our birth mother sure believed in witchcraft considering the grimoire in the attic full of spells and potions.” “Wait, so our mother was a witch?” Peyton asked her half-brother, with a sense of excitement in her voice. “That is so cool!” “Well I guess that explains you and your whole attitude,” PJ told Peyton. “Clearly our mother was somewhat unhinged…in which case she did the right thing by giving us up.” “Or maybe our mum was a witch.” Peyton continued to argue with PJ. “You cannot tell me you do not want to see this spell book?” “It is a pretty cool book to be fair…way more convincing than the kind you buy online that is for sure!” Percy chimed in, tempting to entice PJ’s curiosity at the same time. “And the spells are so well written like poetry for wiccans.” “Are you listening to yourself? You are one of this city’s most eligible bachelors and you are up in a stranger’s attic reading spells!” PJ snapped at Percy, before taking a deep sigh, trying to calm herself. “This day just keeps getting crazier!” “When you read said spell…did you read it with your head’s voice or did you read it out aloud because everyone knows when you read a spell out loud you’re casting said spell whereas when you read it in your mind it is just reading.” Peyton wondered, revealing some knowledge of witchcraft. “No, I do not think everybody knows that Peyton!” PJ told her sister. “I bet you read up all about UFO’s, ghost sightings and truly believe there are actual witches out there.” “Stevie Nicks is a witch!” Percy argued with the cynical detective. “She said so on American Horror Story…” “I love American Horror Story, what is your favorite season?” Peyton asked her brother. “Okay I am getting out of this madhouse right now!” PJ declared, as she began walking back towards the stairs. “Sell it, do not sell it, burn it to the ground for all I care!” Despite PJ’s urge to not admit it, these three newly found siblings’ lives had changed forever that day because not only were they no longer strangers but as they were yet to discover they were fully active witches now, with powers just waiting to be discovered.

A few hours had passed since PJ’s abrupt exit from the Halliwell Manor and yet for some reason neither Peyton or Percy could bring themselves to leave their biological family’s home, as Peyton had migrated upstairs to the attic, eager to examine the book of shadows and all its contents, Percy decided to give the home a second look over, as he stripped the kitchen cupboards to find all kinds of ingredients which he believed was used to make potions, although most of it was just store bought food he did not recognize. Percy’s strip search of the family kitchen was cut short when he heard the doorbell ringing and decided to walk out of the kitchen, through the dining room and towards the front door eager to find out who would be knocking, as he wondered if they could be a friend or neighbor of the mother who gave him up for adoption. “Holy moly this neighborhood just got a whole lot better.” Percy mumbled in shock after opening the front door to find Luke Star stood on the front porch, a tall dark haired man with a Californian tan and a smart buzzcut wearing a suit that looked almost as expensive as Percy’s. “I live next door and I could not help but notice people coming in and out, so I thought I’d introduce myself to the new neighbors…you are my new neighbor, right?” Luke stated to Percy, as the socialite found himself lost in Luke’s mesmerizing smile. “Well me and my…sisters just inherited the place and we’re not quite sure what we are going to do with it yet…” Percy attempted to explain the situation, before holding his hand out. “Hi, I am Percy Ford.” “Of the Ford dynasty?” Luke asked as he shook Percy’s hand. “Your family is very well known in this city…I am Luke Star, I’m a senior partner at Murphy and Star Law.” “A lawyer,” Percy responded as he broke off their handshake. “I am actually looking for some new representation, mostly because my parents’ lawyers are as old as dirt and I am looking to expand the family empire in new directions.” “Well I’d truly be honored to represent you anytime!” Luke confessed, as he pulled out his business card and handed it to Percy. “I’d also be truly honored to have you as a neighbor.” “I guess I’ll have to give this place a seriously contemplation then.” Percy flirted with Luke, before hearing a loud screaming noise coming from within the house, a scream that sounded like Peyton’s. “I should probably go check on my…sister!” “I am more than willing to come with you, it sounded pretty serious.” Luke suggested. “It is probably just a spider or something knowing her,” Percy lied, trying to get rid of the lawyer in case Peyton had found something even more peculiar about their biological family. “I’ll give you a call some time…” “If your sure,” Luke replied. “Feel free to call me anytime.”

Peyton was stood behind the bookstand within the attic of the Halliwell Manor, flicking through the pages of the book of shadows taking it the entirety of what the book had inside its pages: name of ancestors who were also witches, family trees, names of demons with information about them and how to defeat them, spells, potions, information on other magical beings like elves, fairies, nymphs and most importantly the charmed ones. As Peyton continued reading from the pages of the book of shadows she quickly learned that her birth mother Phoebe Halliwell was one of the charmed ones, an all powerful power of three which somehow consisted of four not three sisters and as she continued to read about the charmed legacy she quickly learned just how important they were, believing every word to be true and relieved to finally understand the world in which her birth mother lived, knowing that she was not given up over not being wanted. “That thing has not been touched by a Halliwell’s hands in far too long!” Gareth revealed, after orbing into the attic, leaving Peyton horrified, as she let out a scream of shock. “Do not worry I mean you no harm Peyton…” “Yeah I bet you say that to all your victim’s demon.” Peyton replied as she quickly picked up a nearby antique vase from a cabinet not far from her and threw it in Gareth’s direction, only for him to orb out of dodge, to then reappear in front of Gareth, to which a further shocked Peyton responded to him by punching him across the face, causing Gareth to fall to the floor in pain. “Not today, Satan, not today!” “What the bloody hell are you doing assaulting my butler?” Percy asked, as he walked into the attic, stunned by what he saw. “You have a butler, just how rich are you…wait never mind your butler is a demon!” Peyton replied to Percy, only to be met by a laugh from her half-brother. “I think someone has been reading too much from the family grimoire and not remember the reality in which we live in.” Percy dismissed his sister, as he walked over to Gareth and helped him back to his feet. “The only thing magical about my butler is the fact he manages to put up with me all the time.” “Yeah well your butler who is also my neighbor just appeared here from out of nowhere like some teleportative magic was used.” Peyton explained herself. “Do not be ridiculous.” Percy laughed once again. “How can he be your neighbor when he lives in the Ford Manor?” “Peyton’s not being ridiculous Mr. Ford,” Gareth confessed to Percy, before turning to Peyton. “But I am not a demon…I am a white lighter…specifically yours, your brother’s, and your sister’s.” “Okay now I am completely and utterly confused.” Percy admitted to them both. “A white lighter is a guardian to witches, their bodyguard so to speak as well as being their mediator to the elders.” Peyton revealed to Percy. “I kind of got carried away with the reading a little bit.” “I was all for the possibility of witches, heck even ghosts but this is just too much!” Percy confessed, struggling to take it all in. “I mean I just came here to look at an old house and now I am just supposed to take this all in…” “I know that it is a lot to get your head around but the sooner the do the safer you will be.” Gareth tried to explain to the wealthy socialite. “Everything in the book of shadows is real especially the demons and now that you’ve unbound yours and your sisters’ powers, they are going to start coming for you all.”

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Ridikulus Pt 19

“I am not bringing a date!” You called out in the front hall of your home only to see Remus holding up two suits to your pj and robe clad father holding Fin smirking as Fred and George came out of the kitchen with Molly.

Molly let out a sigh, “Well that is a relief because the tables are set and there are no free seats, Dear. Although Alastor-,”

“No date,” you said looking at the twins who blew kisses at you making you roll your eyes making you turn to Ron at the table, “And you Ronald, courtship begins with kissing? Who taught you that?”

Ron shrugged, “That’s how Lavender and I started up, same as you and-,”

A whack on the back of his head came from Hermione who said, “Not all of us are like Lavender. Seb asked her on a date first. Same as Viktor with me. Even-.”

Ginny said, “Even Harry asked me to Hogsmeade first. Dean too, even though he couldn’t take me or go himself.”

Molly called you all to the table, “Come now, best get you some solid food to fill you up. I hear it’s twelve versions of puffs on the menu or something as frivolous.” In a soft giggle you took your seat and listened to her badger your father to let her and Arthur mind the kids while you all showed support to Remus.

Red velvet with silver floral designs embroidered and accented with rhinestones across the sleek backless long sleeved gown you had pulled up fit you like a glove. Though a bit shorted than your ancestor it had a small train and with a shift of your finger the diamond row of flowers traced up your spine to secure the collar of the dress with matching leaves. Tall silver wedges shimmering from the rhinestones across them helped to ease your trip downstairs with the train, inhaling sharply you turned to the bath to put on your makeup with another stolen glance up at your tight bun.

In the sea of your relatives and friends entering the Ministry you flashed a smile for the cameras while Remus inhaled at your arm easing around his elbow. At his side you sat listening to the opening speech by Kingsley Shacklebolt to simply bide the time until the winners reel was brought out and the lights dimmed triggering you and your father to take Remus’ hands to keep him from bolting.

One by one for those unable to come the results were broadcast over the radio ending with the Minister of Magic position. Cheers and claps erupted through the hall and in your lean in hugging Remus tightly a hint of a grin flashed across his lips when you whispered, “Congratulations, Pop.”

Tightly he hugged you back in Sirius’ joining in against his back in the flash of a camera then he rose up and made his way up to the podium. Timidly his fingers eased across the wood and his speech seemed to flood right to him in his eyes looking out over the faces in the room.

“I was never one for speeches. Even when teaching I kept talking brief. There are a lot of young faces in the crowd tonight. A lot of whom I taught, or were in similar grades to my students. We, lost millions. And only managed to save thousands. Those my age have seen terrible, but great Wizards rise to power and then fall. Where we and the generation before us could have prevented lives lost, attentions were turned elsewhere, and denial along with casting blame onto innocents deeply scarred our world. One now that we have lost.

We are not going to turn our backs anymore. No matter how painful or ugly it gets. We have a chance for peace.” Softer he repeated on the edge of tears he was holding back, “Peace.” Looking over the equally as emotional crowd he could almost feel similar reactions from those listening from home, including the Durins who had gained permission to listen on your radio trying to not get emotional after knowing how the wars had affected their friends and future family members. Beside them Lindir sat with Elrond, Celeborn and Thranduil, who was sharing the speech with Glorfindel on his patrols.

“Our children will know a peace we never got a chance to. They will never know the atrocities we have endured, those pure innocents lost to a senseless endless war. This time will be different, we will not cast the evil nameless into the shadows, no, no more flinching to the name Voldemort. No more second glances when bringing up the Death Eaters. We have new Death Eaters now, new defenders of our new lives here alongside the Aurors. Our laws have been sorted with a fine toothed comb, casting off old prejudices and shackles of ancient useless laws meant only to oppress have been rid of. This is a new world, with new creatures and people, some of whom we have met and befriended already with many more to face in the years to come. The past will not be repeated, we are the keepers of our past and will ensure it is not repeated.” After another pause he chuckled awkwardly and said, “That’s all I have.” A wave of chuckles led to cheers and a room full cheer for peace.

More speeches filled the night including a stunning one from Lockhart stating he was out to explore the new world for his new book he was planning on writing. None of you could talk him out of it even if you tried, merely convinced him to take a warning charm to summon aid to him if he required it.

The night never seemed to end until rather abruptly you strolled through your home to your kitchen for some tea easing your arm up to smooth a finger against your scalp to calm an itch only to pause finding the straightening King. His eyes looking you over taking in each detail of the figure hugging gown saying, “Lindir stated your father had approved our listening in to the evening.”

Easing around him you filled the kettle asking, “And you are assuming I came to throw you out?”

“No. Not at all.” His eyes looked you over again and he asked, “Are you pleased?”

“We’re all terrified.” Making his brow twitch up, “Then again who wouldn’t be if Lockhart is freely wandering around lands even we haven’t seen yet. Trust me, if he’s the first one those people meet we’ll all be taken as idiots.”

Thranduil, “I highly doubt that.”

“Imagine the dumbest person you’ve ever met,” A ghost of a smirk eased across his lips as you added, “That’s a mile above Lockhart’s capabilities and about five miles below his ego.”

“Ah, yes, no shortage of those where I grew up.”

“Do you miss it?” His eyes hovered over your face for a moment, “Where you grew up?”

In a frail tone he replied, “I miss my Mother. We had little time with her here, crossing Helcrax was too harsh on her. Even fully grown I still have questions for her on shaping my son.”

“Well he’s intact. All his limbs, ten fingers, not certain on the toes through the boots,” to himself he chuckled as you brought out your mug and turned to face him, “And he seems to have the ability to easily lift others above his head. On that,” his brow inched up again, “Are all Elves just really strong or, because not a lot of people I know could just fling me up even guys double my weight. Then again knowing you could drop from 95 feet without breaking anything and land on an uninjured Elk, kinda leaning towards the first.”

In another chuckle he replied, “Elves are gifted with enhanced strength and agility from Eru, unmatched by any other creature.”

“So, am I heavy? Or does it take immense restraint to keep from flinging me up fifty feet when you help me up on the saddle?”

“I would not consider you heavy, nor are you light as a feather. We feel weight, merely our bodies are not exhausted by lifting it in most cases. Now, if I were to lift Tuo, that would be difficult at his weight, and his temperament, he rarely allows me to unless he is stuck since he passed my hip.”

The whistle of the kettle snapped you from his deepening gaze locked on your eyes, while your back was turned Tauriel entered stating, “My King, our patrols spotted winged beasts above our borders from Mordor.”

With a nod and his gaze continued to detail every inch of your exquisite dress and figure he knew just how to accentuate more with the best of wraps he could have made for you he stated, “I will be there shortly.” When you turned again letting your tea soak some more your eyes caught his and his hand extended yours landed in as he said in her stepping back out of the doorway, “My apologies, Miss Black, there are troubles from Mordor.”

“Troubles?”

“Winged beasts. No doubt easily dispatched by my archers. Should any dangers come to your people I will inform you. For now,” his eyes lowered to your hand in his then they rose again. “I am curious, in guiding the infants to the Elven parents claiming them, why were you reluctant to touch them?” after a hasty wetting of his lips he asked, “Is it because, of the table?”

“My foresight comes with a price, unless I am incredibly careful the first time I touch someone I see their fears,” his lips parted, “Their worst memories, the ones that haunt them.”

“Mine?”

“You have heard my pain, I have seen yours. Perhaps it best we call it a draw.”

“Perhaps,” his eyes remained on yours through pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles then he said, “I must go, rest well, Miss Black.” A cautious brush of a thumb across your hand came in his step away, another stolen glance was all he claimed before stepping back to leave you alone to your tea.

“Stay safe,” he heard you whisper once he had passed through the doorway making him pause for a moment allowing your private wish to sink into his skin as if it was a personal shield for him should battle come to his borders. His chest already pounding at the lengthy contact he was granted with a sure comment on your affection for him and off to his kingdom he hurried hearing the mental warning that his men had shot the beasts down on their way to Angmar.

Your people seemed to be two thirds children by all they could tell and knowing you had claimed those lands they were to be protected as yours with none allowed to harm them. Clearly their King had intentions for you and due to public knowledge of his sharing One with the Lord who now was granted to begin a courtship with you the King was surely next to form his attachment.

Up on the counter peering up at the stars your mind focused on that lingering gaze the King had given you. Something in you told you to just tug him in for a kiss right then and there, but again your mind would flash to Glorfindel, who had already kissed you and surely would be hurt by your wanting to kiss someone else.

Hermione had said it was common among Dwarves at least to know females to have more than one spouse. Elves however seemed to be singular in partners leaving your mind torn on if there was a choice, though now you’d seemingly chosen and to leave the Lord later surely would be a wild scandal especially if it was for the King who could and very likely would lose his best friend in the process.

Lowly to yourself you muttered, “More like Dad every day…” a long sip of your cocoa emptied the mug you peered down at with a huff and down you slid to your feet and went to rinse and set the mug on the drying rack on your path upstairs, “Why do I always make things so complicated?”

…

Across your bed morning found you and in a pained grumble your hand reached out to stroke the chin of your mooing alarm clock. You weren’t hung over but the dream you had woken from left you with a cramp in your leg no doubt from the miles you had to run from that peacock through a forest without any sight of him until he would swoop out of nowhere. Sitting up you fingers combed through your hair to ease it back into a ponytail. A touch up of your makeup came with brushing your teeth and pulling on another blouse and jean combo. One legged stance of the tying of your boots came last in your path to collect Em. In her sleep you changed her and lifted her to your chest after pulling on another set of clothes to ease Draco’s day of watching her.

A simple breakfast found you listening to others or at least pretending to until you could head off to school while Remus fidgeted with his cuff buttons nervous for his first day. The final arrangements would be or at least should be made today, his first vote on the settling of Dale. All the while your mind circled around the two men who had been so adamant of gaining your affections.

Fully fed with some time to spare you popped from one empty hallway to another in Rivendell where you turned in a circle wondering why you had chosen this spot from your mental pull here. Only to have a pair of arms circle you from behind making you giggle to yourself, hearing, “And here I imagined the sunrise to be the only source of light to my morning.”

With a grin Glorfindel loosened his arms to turn around you asking, “Your classes were cancelled?”

You shook your head, “No, just thought I’d check on you.”

He grinned wider stating, “Nothing troubling. Just a curious Ent crossing from Lothlorien asking about your protection barriers, asking if he might-,” His words died at the confused furrow of your brows.

“I’m sorry, a curious what?”

“Ent, oh, you must not have had them, They are tree herders.”

Through a puzzled giggle you asked, “Your trees need herding?”

With a weak chuckle of his own he replied, “Yes, in the Years of the Lamps the Elves woke the trees, they can move, speak-.”

“They can speak? Can you teach me?”

He chuckled again, “It is quite a hard language to learn, but of course I would love to teach you all that I know.” After a pause he asked, “You truly do not have conscious trees?”

“We have a Whomping Willow.”

“Whomping Willow, how did it earn that name?”

“Well, it attacks people that go near it.”

“Out of anger?”

“No, it seems pretty pleased with inflicting injuries.”

On your right you caught the stunned Elf twins looking at you, Elladan broke the silence asking, “Are you certain?”

Ellohrir, “We could try speaking to it for you, see why it’s angry.”

You smirked, “Well you can tag along with Glori here to the school, while we gather up some pearls you,” You paused for another poorly contained giggle, “Can try speaking with our willow.”

Elladan nodded, “I am certain we will mend its anger.”

You smirked holding back your giggle making Glorfindel chuckle at your expression, “If anyone could on gusto alone it would be you two.” You glanced at Glorfindel then said, “I should get going for class, but I will see you at five.”

After a gentle peck on your cheek he said, “Of course. I will see you at five and we can discuss your meeting the Ents some more.” You nodded then slipped away with another giggle at the twins then popped away.

Straight to your class you went and sat behind your desk grumbling as you heard them again, the faint sound of hooves in a momentary droop of your eyes made you put your head down on your arms, “What is with these damn hooves…”

Severus’ chuckle raised your head and he asked, “Hooves?”

You sighed, “I keep hearing hooves.”

He nodded and passed you your weekly shifts of study hall handed out at breakfast, “Perhaps it’s those rides with the Lords.”

“Perhaps,” you mumbled on his way out again and put your head back down again until your students started to file in for your first class.

Each of them excited to test themselves in the inspection of cursed ceramic eggs they would play hot potato with until the teams would try to discover the reversal spells and be able to name the curse placed on the eggs by their symptoms.

A note from Thranduil however had named the source of the winged creatures and a lengthy assurance that your lands and people were safe along with his and himself to squash any fears you might have. The creatures were shot down and included was a description of the number of orcs and goblins escaping from Mordor. Wraiths had been seen to have died but watches were set in case they had missed one. These bats merely were seeking for shadowy lands to nest in for safety to breed again after Mt Doom had apparently flooded through Mordor forcing dark creatures to scour for safety.

Folding your note from the King you pocketed it and stood. At the soft tap of heels your eyes turned to your door as Minerva passed through ready to escort you two on your shared monitoring of the first study period. It was going peacefully enough until more eyes followed those of a group of students eyeing a set of lights floating above the lake on the school grounds. Through the lengthy table filled hall you and Minerva moved from table to table helping the students there with all they had questions on. Though for you the seventh years grouped eager to get tips on the upcoming NEWTS. A call from a student along the wall turned your head however, “Uh, Professor, is the sky supposed to be doing that?”

Into a mist you turned and floated alongside Minerva to just behind the young students who had pointed it out to you and in the curious surfacing of the giant squid his eyes reflected the aurora borealis like display over he lake causing students there to call out for any nearby Professor. Three bodies suddenly dropped into the lake and Minerva asked, “Apparating fumble?”

When the bodies surfaced you noticed their height and a faint tip to their ears making you reply through your already parted lips, “No. Elves I think. Elrond has said they show up similar to how we did, flash of light and fall to the earth.”

Minerva, “Why would they land here?” You shrugged and she said, “Perhaps it might be best for you to lead them to the Elves since they know you the best. I can manage this.”

You nodded, “I’ll try to be back soon.”

She smiled patting your shoulder gently, “Take your time. They may be a bit turned about with that fall.”

With a nod and softly your giggle sounded as you cracked the window and in a column of mist you flew down to the edge of the lake seeing the trio avoiding the tentacles of the squid in his try to get them safely to land and away from the lobster like creatures crawling towards their bare feet.

Behind the curious trio you landed and shifted back eyeing the blonde woman between the identical men, one with black hair and the other a bright crimson. Clearing your throat you eyed their stunned turn as the men reached for weapons that weren’t there, simple robes and pants over their bare feet were all they were wearing under their nearly waist length hair. You smiled softly stating, “Hi, I’m Jaqi. Welcome to Pumpernickel, this is, actually Hogwarts one of our schools, we’re South of Erebor and not that far from Elven territories, is there a Kingdom you wished to be escorted to?”

Curiously the trio looked you over, first at your hair then your eyes and large facial scar as you brushed your bangs behind your ear making their eyes narrow in their silent inspection of you wondering if they could trust you. With a nod you stated, “Well, I’m certain Elrond will know what to do.”

Between the brothers the woman drew in a breath repeating, “Elrond?”

You nodded, “Yes. You know him?” She stared at you blankly watching your eyes shift as you looked over the men then back to her again. Your smile inched wider and you stated, “I will show you to Elrond.” Turning from the trio after a wave of your hand that sent the water from their hair and clothes to the lake again you started the walk to your doorway that appeared in the field opened to Rivendell’s courtyard you knew so well. The trio remained in place inspecting their clothes and hair, conferencing quietly before deciding to rush after you to close the large gap now between you so they would not be lost in these foreign lands.

A couple steps behind you they eyed the doorway then passed through after you only to pause gasping in their circles in the familiar open courtyard as you smiled approaching Lindir and Legolas in a quiet conference rounding a corner peering over notes in the Prince’s palms. In a curious glance up at noting the group of guests Legolas smiled at you leading Lindir over only to have his smile flinch away recognizing the trio as Lindir bowed his head stating in Quenya, “Lady Celebrian, Lords Maglor and Maedhros. Welcome back to Rivendell.”

Holding the smile recognizing the names of the men you turned to see the trio stepping closer to Lindir as you said, “Well, see, Rivendell as promised.” Your eyes turned to Lindir as you stated, “I think I might have been more stressful a sight after their fall into our lake, my appearance is a bit off putting perhaps, couldn’t get a word out of them. But, no matter, I trust you know how to handle things.”

The redhead in the group stated in Quenya making a group of servants nearby to gasp at his words, “Why would this creature ever assume to have our trust, or to have earned our conference.”

With a giggle you stated, “Or perhaps just a communication fumble.” You peered up at Legolas, adding through his glare at the Elf Lords, giving the Elf equivalent of a sneer at you, making them eye the young Prince curious of his protection of you. “Oh, I forgot to mention, your Father will probably tag along at five, if you wanted to join as well remember to wear something you don’t mind swimming in. Dwarves swim nude normally, so I thought Elves might do the same, but the lake is on school grounds, so pants or shorts at least please. Also, mermaids have protective barbs on their heads so no crown either or it will be take as a threat to their King.”

Legolas nodded replying with a soft smile, “Of course, I am on my way back now, I will pass it on Naneth.”

That single word made the trio’s lips to part as they eyed the Prince again while you turned to pass through the doorway again with a parting smile at the trio wishing them well after a curious glance at Legolas at his nickname for you. When the door vanished Legolas glared at the trio then turned away returning to the enchanted archways to speak with his Father as Maglor asked, “That creature, is Latea reborn?”

Lindir drew in a claming breath of his own, “No. That is Jaqiearae Black, King Thranduil and Lord Glorfindel’s One. She is a Professor at a school for Isitari and Leader of the Death Eaters.”

Celebrian, “Isitari?”

Maedhros, “There are only three Isitari now in these lands. We saw them cross here in a ship under Ulmo’s care at the birth of the Third Age.”

Lindir eyed the trio again, “Lady Black and her people fell here from their world. They have become great allies of ours.”

The sound of a passing group of Elleths holding their fostered toddlers chuckling among themselves in their first days housing them drew the trio’s eyes to them before Maglor stated, “So many Little Ones. Has peace finally found this valley?”

They all looked to Lindir who stated, “Lady Black discovered the One Ring and destroyed it. Her people have helped rid our lands and those of the Dwarves’ of Goblins and Orcs, even Smaug in Erebor and the Balrog dwelling in Moria. In return our people are assisting in the raising of their orphans from the war they were escaping.” After an attempt to turn away he paused then looked at them again, “Lady Black is an incredible and selfless leader, already she has earned the respect and adoration of her future subjects in Greenwood. You would do well to give her a chance to see her heart for yourselves.”

His words and back to them left them open mouthed frozen in place for a few moments before following him only to be crashed into by the twins after they had spotted their Mother from afar. A flash of blonde passed them as Glorfindel, who had heard them from afar raced to the enchanted portals to follow after you to check if you were upset at what they had said. On the other side he nearly crashed into Ron on his path to visit his intended.

With a weak chuckle he stated, “Steady on Glorfindel, no telling who’s on the other sides of these doors.”

Hastily Glorfindel wet his lips the asked, “I am curious, would you be able to take me to Jaqi?”

Ron’s brows furrowed for a moment as he raised his arm eyeing his watch on his wrist before looking up to say, “Simple enough, should be in Hogwarts.” He eyed the doorway then said, “I’ll show you.” Turning around Ron guided him through the neighborhood straight for the Black family mansion he let him inside before turning to shift the dial beside the door making it link to your classroom office. Atop the stairs in the empty classroom Ron softly said, “Hmm.” Trotting down the short flight of stairs he led the way through the classroom and down to the study hall after an assumption on where you would be.

Once in the study hall Glorfindel was pleased to find you smiling as you shared about the strange trio with Minerva, beside him Ron patted his shoulder then said as he left, “Gotta get back, can’t miss tea.”

In a glance up to the figure in the doorway you smiled when you noticed who it was. Around him on his path to you he noticed the young girls forming groups to start whispering about him with stolen glances and soft giddy giggles Minerva was quick to try and end. “Studies ladies, studies.”

At your side Glorfindel smiled and motioned you closer to the corner away from the teens trying to listen in, wetting his lips he stated, “I overheard the returned trio, I had to come and see you, ensure you were not upset.”

Your head shook, “No. They weren’t overly friendly but I mean I’m certainly not a friendly face to them so I understand the reluctance to bond right away.”

“I was referring to what they said.”

You shook your head again in a curious giggle, “I couldn’t understand what they said. Why, what could they have said to make you rush out here to check on me?”

He drew in a breath, “Well, it loses effect in translation. You were referred to as a creature, and they refused to respect or speak with you.”

“Hmm. There are a great deal of Elves I don’t speak with you know, if they don’t feel comfortable to speak with me they won’t be forced to.”

Glorfindel let out a weak chuckle, “Either way they will be forced to. Should they choose to remain in Rivendell you will be seeing a great deal of each other possibly. Lady Celebrian,”

“I know who they are. Haldir told me and Ginny more about Elrond’s life. If they are staying,” You couldn’t help but smile as his hands folded around yours in a gentle cradling motion, “Then I suppose I should learn their language if they refuse to speak mine.” At your challenging glint in your eyes he smiled at your asking, “Would you teach me?”

He nodded, “Of course.”

“How many forms of Elvish do you know? The Dwarves taught me Khuzdul, Elrond taught me their Ancient runes from Kurdu, Celeborn was even kind enough to teach me Valinorian for a book he lent me. Though he was a bit timid on teaching me more than that. Do Elves not all learn to read and write? He mentioned something about it being a rare trait in the earlier ages.”

Glorfindel chuckled softly, “We did not have much need for it. There is a certain, life, to a story we enjoy over recounting it from the page. I can read and write in ancient Quenya, Silvan and Doriathian, as do many Elf Lords for their own lands, others choose only to learn should it be useful to their trades. I do speak Quenya, current Silvan and the common tongue fluently on top of those I write. Not including the languages of the kingdom of Men in Middle Earth.”

“I could teach you to read ours if you like, I’m certain after speaking to Thranduil I could learn the other languages and share them with you too. Had to teach him how to read our language when Em roped him into story time.”

He chuckled softly again locking his loving gaze on yours again after watching your lips as you spoke, “That sounds like a wonderful plan. What do I do to teach you?”

Gently after explaining the process through his continued cradling of your hand you absorbed his languages and eased yours back towards him widening his smile as after he glanced around taking in the titles on the books and pages around him.

Your hands parted however as you accepted the notebook from a fourth year student to check that they had completed their assignment fully. Giving the young girl a chance to smile up at Glorfindel and introduce herself before she accepted her notebook from you listening to your corrective tip for her essay and raced back to her friends to share his name in their giggling group.

Through the free period he remained at your side sharing more about the trio and his assumptions of their taking to your actions, folded around your hand his was fixed tightly for the walk up to your class again. In the chair behind your desk he sat with a grin watching your hands on lesson between glances at the textbook you had left open on your desk he flipped through taking in the skills you were tasked on teaching these young children.

Lunch had him at your side still, taking in the enchanted table before joining in conversation with the teachers around you asking about his shadowing of your lessons and time at the school until it was back to class until the final bell. With a grin in the empty classroom your hand was claimed again by the tall Lord stealing another chance to press a kiss to your knuckles on your path to the door leading into the hall of bustling teens eager to claim their few hours of freedom before dinner and bed. Each turn he took in the surroundings, slightly envious of your having children around you through the day, as most Elves had been since your arrival, at least until they had begun fostering themselves.

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melyaliz · 5 years

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Chapter 4: On My Own

Story: Starcrossed All Chapters here

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: Freedom is all around us, you just need to get out and dance in the rain.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x OC

Notes: I’m not sure where I want to go, I have a few ideas but I’m not 100% sure how I want this to flow. Guess we will find out together.

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It was so quiet and peaceful. The only sound that could be heard was the crunch of snow under Calista’s feat. Sun bearing peeking out from over the tops of the trees casting the small white crystallized water to give off an almost heavenly glow.

“Well good morning “

She spun around to see Dumbledore standing there a ghost of a smile on his face. She felt as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t. Maybe she was, it certainly was early in the morning. And she was only in her PJ’s and boots covered with her winter jacket.

“Oh hello,” she curtsied winching slightly at her own awkwardness. This wasn’t one of your parents' dinner parties, chill girl.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” Dumbledore said looking out at the crisp white snow.

Calista looked out as well nodding, “I was never really allowed to go out in it.” She wasn’t sure why she had volunteered that information but there it was. A simple explanation. “But I always wanted too, be the first steps on a perfect blanket of snow”

“I think that’s what makes Hogwarts the most magical.” The headmaster chuckled, “it gives us a chance to do things we could never do”

With that he turned and left, leaving Calista alone to once again walk the snowy grounds alone. But his words stayed, “things we never could” she had always assumed it meant the use of magic. Truly learning spells and creating things one was never allowed to do before.

But slowly, throughout her first year, she realized it meant so much more.

Her first year was uneventful as far as first years went. Sure it was magical and amazing. But compared to the next few years it was probably the most simple. A small step toward the woman she was going to become. It gave her comfort through, looking back, those moments.

When running through a fresh show was the biggest rebellion she did.

Or moments like staying up late and making friends with her Hufflepuff roommates Hannah, Susan, Maria, and Poppy.

Late nights giggling over nail polish and hair scrunchies. The girls telling stories about their homes and classes. The past and the future. There was something about those nights that meant so much Calista. It was a place she belonged. A place that was all her own.

She still chatting with many of her past acquaintances like Pansy, Draco, and the others but she was finding it hard to relate to many of the other students. It was as if she wasn’t sure who she was supposed to be. Stumbling over words and her hands, where were they supposed to do?

“Your so awkward sometimes,” Maria remarked on this very struggle one day after Calista over complimenting Dean Thomas on his Herbology test. “you talk to people like they are some formal adults”

“How do I stop?” Calista asked looking down at her now dirty boots. She was going to have to get some new clothes for this class. She had already ruined many of her expensive robes her mother had gotten her.

“I don’t know but Hannah is really good at it, maybe watch her?”

During that year she tried to figure out who Grove was. They had never explicitly said where they were going to meet and there were so many students. Grove had ever really talked about her looks or what house she was in so as Calista watched the millions of third years running through the halls of Hogwarts she always wondered which one was her secret childhood friend.

Several weeks in Calista decided she would send a letter to Grove, thinking that would help. However, as she stood in the owlery she had another idea.

She would make a quest of it.

After all what was a hero without a proper quest?

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“Where… where is Jeanne?” her mouth felt dry as she walked into her family home.

“Oh darling, you don’t need a maid anymore, your at Hogwarts now. If you need anything the house elves can tend to it.” her mother sniffed unfazed by her daughter’s distress. After all it was time to grow up. A lady can not rely on the help of a maid, especially when a house elf would work just as well.

Calista, who didn’t see her mother’s logic, ran into her room feeling sick. Tears, fighting back hot tears. They wouldn’t stop no matter how hard she tried to hold them at bay. She had been so excited to tell Jeanne everything and now… now she was alone again.

As she walked into her room she noticed the blue ribbon hanging off the mirror. The same ribbon that Jeanne and Calista use to let the other know they had hidden something in their place.

It was a small loose floorboard right under her bed. Three inches from the wall. Getting down on her hands and knees Calista quickly pulling away the wood reaching in pulling out a small letter.

To my littlest hero,

I am so sorry I wasn’t able to give you a proper goodbye. Your parents have no longer required my services so I am going back to my family’s home in the country of France. They own a bakery there where I will help out until the next small child needs someone to help them grow.

But none of them will be as magical as you my child. You are the stuff of fables. I am so proud of you finding your own way. You don't need me there to help, but know I will always be there to cheer you on.

I hope you will keep this letter as a reminder of who you are. You are you. You can choose your own story and your own voice. Too many children are told what to be or what to think but you are not like them.

Be you my little Calista,

I hope to see many great things from you.

With love,

Jeanne Lark.

Ps. I have attached the address of my family home. I can’t wait to hear of the many adventures you embark on.

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Another summer party. They were at the Malfoy mansion this time. It was raining, no, it was pouring. As if the skies themselves had opened up and let hell fall down upon the countryside. The crack and lighting and boom of thunder swirled around the mansion as ran streamed down the large glass windows of the ballroom.

While inside the party continued. Soft and delicate. Filled with glittering gowns and pleasant conversations. Tame and behaved. A stark contrast from the world around them.

Then again when were they not?

“Look she’s dancing”

The younger Greengrass girl pointed out at the rain-soaked lawn. The wind sending another gust of rain against the windows as a few patrons looked at where the girl was pointing.

And there in the wildness outside was Calista dancing.

Spinning around and around, her soft pink dress her mother had dressed her in flaring out caught up in the wind and movements of the young girl. Her movements seemed to be controlled by the chaos around her as she jumped and lept around. Mud covering her feet as they carried her across the lawn.

A scream let out and then words in harsh French.

The Langlais’s were, to put in mildly, in a frenzy. Regina screamed at her husband pointing at the girl outside as the man sighed summoning his coat holding his wand high to keep the torrential downpour away from himself.

The children watched as Calista’s Father grabbed his daughter by the arm dragging her back inside. Her once intricately placed blonde hair was now sticking to her head and neck. Her dress soaked through her skin slightly pale fro the cold which made her flushed cheeks stand out just a bit more.

Draco heard his mother dash out muttering something about taking care of your children. Calista’s father had placed the small girl on a chair and was now leaning over her saying something very harshly in French.

A Moment later Narcissa Malfoy appeared with a large towel. Many other party-goers watched as she dropped the towel around Calista’s shoulders

With all the movement buzzing around her Calista looking up at the parents through wet hair, her gaze flickered to the group of kids and for a moment a thin smile grew across her face. Her blue eyes sparkled with a fire that could only result in mischief.

Then it was gone in a moment as she looked up at the adults. Her round face the picture of innocents as she batted her wet lashes up at them.

“I am so sorry I don’t know what came over me,” her gentle voice said, Barely a whisper. Her mother rather awkwardly put her hand on her daughter’s forehead

“She may have a fever, Malfoy,” she turned to Draco’s mother “we will have to take out leave now”

“Blood hell that ones trouble” Blaze’s voice could be heard behind Malfoy and Theodore let out a low laugh.

“Guess she’s not as Hufflepuff as we all through,” Pansy said.

For a moment Calista glanced back behind her to catch her fellow pureblood children’s gaze. she wondered what they were thinking, did they know? Did they understand the gilded cage they all lived in and the world outside that was just out of reach?

She caught Draco’s attention for a moment. He held her gaze strong and long. Unreadable but she knew.

He knew, somehow she knew that he did.

After all, how could he not? He lived in the biggest gilded cage of them all.

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dalsethel · 6 years

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Hybrid bit five: the day that we met.

After that little reveal, the rest of the day seemed boring by comparison. We ate dinner- Rothe steak, which somehow tasted better than regular cows, and was particularly spectacular today for whatever reason- I hung out on lightwave and some other games for a few more hours, changed into pjs and went to bed. I didn't really dream much, there was just a vague sensation of being in bed with someone I was comfy with. Four hours later, my alarm went off, jarring me awake. Yes, i know four hours doesnt sound like much, but it's all elves really need. I got up and stretched some. Today was the big day. To think that only 48 or so hours ago i’d had no clue about any of this. I changed into jeans and a plain white T-shirt, slipping on my jacket. I nearly went downstairs without putting in the stud. I still hated how the illusion felt. The damp feeling seemed to grow more intense every time. A few minutes and a car drive later, I was in the school library munching on a toaster strudel while waiting for Val to show up. I looked over at some of the books. The Chronicles of Bilbo and Frodo Baggins, The Boy who Lived… Great classics, very realistic tales of adventurers and prophecy… the kind of stuff that really didn't seem to happen anymore. That was depressing. A slim finger tapped on my shoulder, nearly shocking me out of my skin. I whipped around to see Val standing there, a satisfied smirk on her face. “Caught ya napping ‘gain, didn I?”

I smiled a little bit. “That you did. How was your night after i logged off?”

The smirk slipped down to a normal smile. “Boring without you. Aunt Vierna came around and talked everyone's ears off for a few hours. Dad seemed a bit tense the whole time. He always does when family comes around.” I nodded knowingly. It was a kinda well know fact that her dad had gone through a lot when he was younger. It was way before the treaty, so most of his kind were still assholes, especially towards males. “So, how was your night? Sleep well?”

“Yeah. Had a vague dream of cuddling. Felt nice. Also…” I leaned in close to her ear so no one else could hear. “I found out that my family has fucktons of valuables just sitting there for just in case. Gold and platinum bars, a few old weapons, lots of stuff.” Her eyes widened.

“Now where does a baker come by that kind of stuff?” She looked amazed yet disbelieving.

“Dad left it as a gift.” I don't know how, but Val's eyes got even wider.

“Yer… yer pa… just had that sitting around to give?” I nodded slowly. “H-how?” I thought about the best way to answer.

“It's… part of what I'm revealing tonight. It's complicated, and I'm not sure about all the details, but… yeah.” She nodded slowly, and her expression shifted thoughtfully.

“Illusion magic… Massive amounts of money… being secretive… yer pa wasn't an elf was he?” I nodded again. Dammit, sometimes Val's intellect made things complicated. “Well, guess we'll see exactly what he was tonight.” She pulled me a bit closer. “I just want ya t’ know, I won't judge ya. Yer too good for that, half breed or not.” The tone in those words was soul crushingly sad. I knew what she was referring to. The time we met.

It was freshman year, about Midway through first semester. I was changing clothes for gym when I heard muffled yelling from the showers. Then, a harsh smack. I disregarded the rest of my clothes and ran over to find a group of wood elves standing over a naked dark elf, curled into the fetal position. They were taunting her, calling her names I refuse to repeat. One kicked at her. I don't know exactly what happened in the next few seconds. All I know is that I charged, then the bitches were scrambling away from me on their asses, expressions of terror on their face. The leader had a bloody nose worse than any I'd seen before. “That's right, RUN ASSHOLES!” I was literally seeing red. I felt like I could knock a hole in the wall. Then, just like that, the anger disappeared, replaced with concern. I knelt down next to the drow and gently touched her shoulder. She flinched away, curling up tighter. I spoke as softly as I could. “Hey, it's ok. They're gone. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? You're safe.” She slowly pulled her head out of her balled up position. Just seeing her face was enough to let me know the rest of her was just as beautiful. No face that pretty had any business looking that scared.

“Ya… ya saved me? Why…?” She groaned and pressed a hand to a piece of darkening skin. I held out a hand to help her up.

“Because that's what decent people are supposed to do? I mean… is there any other reason needed?” she took the hand and struggled to her feet while awkwardly trying to cover herself.

“There's always another reason. That's how the world works.” Those words revealed a lot about her.

“Well, it doesn't have to work that way. Not always.” she turned and looked at me. I quickly realized my tits were on full display and tried to cover them. She almost smiled at that. She told me later that, at that moment, I was one of the most beautiful things she'd ever seen. It was part of why we got together. We exchanged numbers and started texting pretty frequently, meeting up in the library. A few weeks later, I let her know that no matter what she was, no one deserved to be treated the way she was that day.

A year or two of TLC can change a person a lot. She was less shy, less scared. She'd come into her own, especially as she grew, reaching the point where she was taller and more muscular than any other elf in school. She was beautiful. She was perfect in my eyes. I knew that, at any point, I could ask her to come over to my house and fuck and she'd be willing. That's part of why I'm so shy around her at times. I don't want to take advantage of that immense trust. She's too good for that. I stared into her violet eyes as she held my arm. I slowly reached a hand around, drawing her close and locking lips. It was good. The bell rang, forcing us to separate. She pulled away and smiled softly, a little sadness mixed in.

“See you tonight Blue. Love ya.”

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doberbutts · 1 year

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I have to say I watched the rop partially bc of your positive reviews and I loved it. I mean I definitely have my qualms with parts of it (Elrond’s haircut, female dwarves not having beards) but overall I found it hella enjoyable.

I also love the LoTR movies, and the animated ones, and the books. I did hate the hobbit movies though, which is actually why I didn’t want to watch it originally was because I was worried it would be like them. But I’m glad I decided to watch it in the end.

Also in terms of not being exactly compliant with the lore, I can never remember the lore anyway so it doesn’t really bother me. It’s also a fantasy world, I’m ok with seeing different interpretations of things. The point is to just enjoy watching it *shrugs*.

This is just my opinion but I think like... people saying that the short hair on elves or the beardless dwarven women are taking a minor detail and making a huge mountain out of what would effectively be negligible.

Like, the short hair on the elves does bug me, but mostly that's just because I did like the PJ look better. Not saying one is inherently more correct than the other because Tolkien never said that all elves have waist-length hair, I personally feel that it's a better look is all. Elrond's hair specifically doesn't bother me nearly as much as Finrod's, because the dude's named "great hair" more or less and he's got maybe an inch or two on his scalp and an undercut. Where are my boy's long flowing locks??? He's one of the elves that's specifically described as having very long hair I demand to see the actor in a wig right now. But also again, relatively minor detail for a character that has a collective 5 minutes of screentime in the first season's entire 9 hours.

Like I'm not saying you can't be upset about it, it's just one of those things where I'm like. Does the hair length really matter that much? Compared to everything else?

PJ's Fellowship is literally my favorite movie ever and the trilogy will always always be my comfort food, don't get me wrong. I'd say they're a solid 8-9/10. I think Rings of Power is more like a 7-8/10. I think the Shadow of Mordor/War games are a 6-7/10. The Hobbit trilogy I'd rate a 5-6/10. Maybe even a 4/10 depending on how annoyed I want to be about some things. I appreciate that they are all a return to my favorite franchise ever and what I've devoted frankly embarrassing amounts of my life and hard-earned money towards, and even if I don't like a particular entry it'll still earn a place on my shelf just for having the name "Tolkien" attached to it, but I'm also honest in how much I actually enjoyed them.

Like the Shadow of Mordor/War games were a serious departure from lore (despite people currently astroturfing them and saying that they're lore-compliant, lmao)... Celebrimbor forged the One Ring??? His soul merged with Sauron's??? A human has the ability to be a necromancer??? And a human necromancer has the power to lasso an elf soul and stuff it into a dying human's body??? Shelob is a sexy goth spider lady that has a romantic tryst with Sauron??? Two of the wraiths are twin sisters from Totally Not China??? But even despite that, I found them really fun and enjoyed the story it was trying to tell me, even if some of the lore breaks made me wince.

#tbh the shadow games lost points most often for bad textures #pop-in #bugs #and really annoying but constant crashes #granted I played on console so maybe it's better on PC idk #but I tried to go back and play on my ps3 and I just can't #it lags so hard that there'd be a black screen and Important Cutscene Dialogue and I wouldn't see anything #and timing certain things that require QTE was impossible due to lag #it didn't lose points for story (mostly) it lost points because in its current state on my ps3 it's practically unplayable

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Banished

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I woke up to shouts from downstairs, and they were getting closer. "Damn it Draco I wasn't ready," I growled as I threw off my covers. Since the house was five stories with the attic and each level was about ten feet tall, it was going to be a minute before my uncle got to my door. I grabbed my wand as I got out of bed and flung open my closet and dresser. I could only do small spells wandlessly and what I had to do was going to be on way to big of a scale. I opened my trunk and cast expansion and feather-light on it. I didn't bother getting changed from my sweats and tank top. I just charmed all my clothes and toiletries into my trunk. Then my favorite books and my school stuff. I heard Lucius and Draco just a floor below me. I quickly shrank my trunk and put it in my bag, which was lying next to it. My uncle was right outside my door when I tossed my speaker and iPod into my bag as well. Then my door shattered open. "Lyra, What's this I hear about you saving Gryffindors from a troll?" Lucius roared as he pointed his wand at me. I saw Draco in the doorway behind him being held back by my aunt. Lucius stalked toward me but I held my ground. "Of course I saved my fellow students. It's how I'm to get in the Professors' good graces," I said as I tightened my hold on my wand. Lucius backhanded me so quickly that I didn't have time to react in my half-awake state. I felt his ring catch my skin and gouging me from my right temple to the inner corner of my left eye. Growling in pain I flung a protection spell at my doorway so my aunt and cousin wouldn't get hurt by what was about to happen next. I stood tall against my uncle as he yelled, "Who the fuck said you had to get in anyone's good graces except for fucking mine huh?" He swung at me again but I was awake now. I ducked and moved away from my bed. "That's a trick question uncle. Because you told me to be the best of the best. Which means getting into the professors' graces. Now you want me just be your good little girl?" I asked circling him.

I stopped in front of the doorway so that I was in between him and the other two. Lucius laughed, "You couldn't be good even if you tried. Or have you forgotten who your parents are?" He pointed his wand at me. My eyes went wide as he said, "Crucio." Pain erupted from my body causing me to fall to the ground. Only it wasn't my body, the pain was coming from my brain. I knew I wasn't actually hurt, but I couldn't stop my body from acting like it was. "You do remember that your mother is Bellatrix Lestrange correct? And that your father could very well be the darkest wizard in the known Wizarding world?" Lucius asked when he canceled the curse. I picked up my wand, got up from the floor and brushed off my knees, casting a rooting spell as I did. "You're correct. My mother is Bellatrix Lestrange. However, my father is Rudolf Lestrange." I stood tall and looked him in the eyes before I continued. "You seem to need to be reminded that I bring the Black's passion for everything that they do and combine it with the Lestrange's cunning. I am a Pureblood Heir and refuse to take this abuse any longer!" With that, I flicked my wand and exploded my bed. The explosion threw Lucius into the wall by the doorway. I dispelled the rooting spell and turned to my uncle. "You're banned from my house and my name.You have ten minutes. Get your shit and get out," he growled as he got up and left.

Draco and Narcissa moved out of his way and looked at me. I grinned and picked up my messenger bag. "Pretty decent for a ten-minute warning, huh, Draco?" I asked walking passed them. I heard Draco chuckle as he followed me down. " I thought you were ready last night since you were dancing with everyone instead of being on guard," he replied. I could hear Narcissa's light steps follow Draco, but she didn't say a word. The three of us walked down and to the door. My uncle, well now ex-uncle, was waiting. he opened the door and pushed me out. Draco caught my arm so I wouldn't fall. "I'll escort her through the gardens, as you taught me, Father," the boy said placing my hand in his elbow. Lucius almost protested until my aunt elbowed him. As we walked I heard Draco mutter, "Dobby, take Lyra's broom to her when she gets out of sight of the Manor." We didn't speak when we got to the edge of the garden. Instead, Draco bowed deeply, deeper than he would his mother. I smiled and curtsied the best I could in my sweats. Then he walked back to his parents. Lucius had a triumphant smirk on his face. Narcissa's face was blank. Draco walked up the steps back up to his parents. When he turned around he mouthed, "Good luck." Then snow started falling. I nodded and left the Malfoy Manor for what I hoped was a few years longer than I thought. True to Draco's order, Dobby appeared when I couldn't see the grounds anymore. The elf held out my broom with a grim expression. "What is it Dobby?" I asked as I took it from his hands. "Dobby can no longer help Mistress Lyra," he said. I patted the elf on his head. "You will be able to in the future. For now how about a parting gift?" I asked. Dobby nodded, ready for the request. "I just need you to get me to the Leaky Cauldron. Can you do that?" I wasn't trying to be demeaning. I just knew house elves could only do so much for people they aren't in service to. Dobby grabbed my hand and disapparated with me as a side along. When I could breathe again, we were outside the pub in a snowy London. I turned to thank Dobby but he was already gone. I smiled sadly and turned back to the door of the pub. I took a deep breath and went inside.

It was pretty busy for it being the Morning of Christmas Eve, but I made my way to the bar. Finding an empty bar stool on the corner, I sat down and waited. "What's a small thing like you doing here? Where's your parents?" the barkeep asked as he came over. "Azkaban, technically. My official guardian just disowned me. I have no idea where my aunt is. And my godfather isn't awake yet so I can't floo message him and ask if I what to do," I stated without flinching. To his credit, neither did he. "The Lestrange kid then? I just saw Hagrid. Maybe he can get you back to the school at least," he paused and looked at me, "You are in Hogwarts by now right?" I nodded and he smiled. "Alright then. You just sit right here and I'll find Hagrid. I'm Tom by the way." Tom called over one of his waitresses to man the bar and went off into his pub. Minutes later, he and Hagrid were standing in front of me. "Yer the student who needs ta go back?" Hagrid asked gruffly. I looked up at him and finally realized why they were staring at me concerned. I was still in my PJs and could feel blood dripping from multiple places. "Please, sir. I need to talk to the Headmaster and Severus," I pleaded softly looking around. Hagrid agreed after a few nudges from Mr. Tom. He then picked me up and walked outside. For the second time today, I was sucked into the blackness of disapparating. We apparated into Hogsmeade. Hagrid put me down and headed into the door next to us. I could see the Castle from here so I mounted my broom and flew up to it. When I got to the grounds, I ran into a barrier. Groaning, I landed in front of the gate leading to the grounds from Hogsmeade. I dug through my bag and pulled out my hoodie and jacket. Putting both on, I also cast a warming charming. I sat down in the snow and resigned myself to waiting for the groundskeeper to be done with his day. 20 minutes later I heard noise coming from the other side of the gate. I turned and saw McGonagall stomping through the snow toward me. I sprung up in relief. "Professor!" I called out. She stared in surprise before hurrying to the gate. "Ms. Lestrange what are you doing out here?" she demanded. I shifted my weight and looked away as I said, "I'm not really a Slytherin. My House is technically Hogwarts, itself, according to the Sorting Hat." The professor chuckled, "I didn't doubt you were you, Ms. Lestrange. Come. Let's get you inside and to Madame Pomfrey." She opened the gate and lead me inside.

The Head Nurse was not happy to see me, "What happened to you, child? Better yet don't tell me. Take off those clothes and change into the ones on the bed. Quickly now." As it was only the three of us, I didn't bother closing the curtain as I changed. When I was done, Madam Pomfrey did a check over me and healed the cuts that weren't superficial. She commented my use a warming charm to ward off frostbite. She then ordered me to stay wrapped up in the bed for the day. For the first time that day, I cast the time charm and saw it was already noon. Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Severus came to the Hospital wing around three. "Lyra what were you thinking?" Sev demanded as he swooped to the chair next to me, "You could've gotten hurt or worst killed!" I sat up, saying, "I guess Draco finally got a floo message to you." Madam Pomfrey then stormed out of her office. "And this child is already hurt. She's been getting beaten regularly for at least two years. And don't even try to deny it. Narcissa may be a decent healer but she is not a professional," she snapped when I opened my mouth to protest. I instantly closed my mouth and looked down at my hands. "Lyra, tell us what's happened today," Dumbledore said. And I did. I left out anything about my plan, visions, or Draco getting hurt. "Why didn't you tell me?" Sev asked concerned. I shrugged, "You never broke through my walls."

I caught a glimmer of hurt in my godfather's eyes before I turned to Dumbledore. "It's safe to say that I'll be staying here for the rest of the holiday and future holidays. However I don't know where my aunt Andromeda is currently so I don't know where I'll be going during the Summer," I stated calmly. "We'll figure it out. For now, rest and focus on your studies. I'm sure Madam Pomfrey is willing to allow you to leave the hospital wing and go back to the Slytherin Common rooms," McGonagall answered looking pointedly at the other woman. All the adults nodded and I was released from bed rest. I quickly changed into some regular clothes and was escorted down to the dungeons. Severus didn't speak until we got to the hidden door, "You do realize that you could always come live with me, Lyra." I looked up at him and said, "We both know that you would be banned as well if I did. And you need to be able to watch over Draco since I'm not there anymore." we both sighed and parted ways. I slumped in front of my fireplace and watched the flames. I didn't know how long I was sitting there until one of my housemates roused me for dinner. I got up and walked with them though I wasn't hungry. I gave a vague answer when they asked why I was back early. I didn't actually eat that night. I was planning. When we were reasonably allowed to leave the Great Hall, I did. But I didn't go to the Common room. I went to my new little house by the Whomping Willow. I cast Lumos and was greeted by a playful swat from the Willow then she lifted her roots for me. Right before I descended into the tunnel, I heard, "And where do you think you're going?" I turned around to see Professor Fenwick standing a few feet away with his arms crossed. "To a space I call my own. Would you like to join me, Professor?" I asked waving my hand towards the tunnel.

The Charms Professor smiled and walked ahead of me. I followed and the tunnel expanded to allow us to walk unhindered. Professor Fenwick seemed impressed when the touches lit then diminished as we passed into another's range. "Excellent use of charms, Ms. Lestrange. Most extraordinary that you would be able to keep these going," He commented. I smiled but kept quiet. We walked in silence until we got to my little house. I opened the door and smiled as I said, "Please come in. Can I make you some tea?" The dwarf nodded as he examined the room in front of him. I placed my bag on the bar and began the process of making tea. "How did you come by this, Lyra?" he questioned as he wandered over to the office area. "The Willow showed me mid-November I believe. I asked one of the Malfoys' house elves to help me clean and redecorate." I pulled out some biscuits and tarts to go with the tea as I spoke. I placed the food on plates and took them to the coffee table. My answer seemed to bother the professor but he didn't say anything. I finished the tea minutes later and we sat for our snack. "Lyra do you know where this actually is?" he asked some moments later. I thought about it for a second before replying, "I'm assuming off Hogwarts grounds since you seemed very worried. However not as worried as you would be if it wasn't in sight of the grounds. So I'm going to guess that we're sitting somewhere in Hogsmeade. And since no ones come to visit whenever the fire's lit and I'm here. I'm going to assume that we're residing in the Shrieking Shack. Oh, don't give me that look, Professor. I have classes with the third years and am the youngest on the Slytherin Quidditch team. Did you really expect me not to know about the seemingly haunted house?" Fenwick chuckled and nodded before asking me how often I come here. "I come here when I have a particularly large amount of work that I need to be done," I answered. We drank, ate, and talked until it was time for curfew.

I didn't get up when we realized this. "Professor, How much do you know about my early appearance?" I asked setting down my cup. "The normal professors only know that you're no longer considered part of the Malfoy Bloodline. But as I'm sure you know, Only Narcissa's Disown will truly impact your standing as an Heir. All though Professor Sprout and I know the full story as you are also part of our Houses." He smiled over at me, "It's one of the reasons I followed you and accepted your invitation. Lyra, if you feel safe enough here after what you've been through, I'm sure we can talk the others into allowing you to move in here." I stared in shock before recovering and smirking. "Well Thank you, Professor. However, what's your verdict on my mental health as I'm sure that was the real motive behind this chat," I guessed. Professor Fenwick looked at me for a moment before getting up and walking to the door. I quickly matched him and grabbed his coat from him. "I know you're a master manipulator and great with Legilimens. It's also no secret that you take extra courses with Professors Snape, McGonagall, and Quirrel over the weekends and have Quidditch practice to keep track off on top of all your class work," he said pulling on his jacket. I waited patiently for the answer to my question. "Take up another lesson with me. We'll dive into the working of the human brain and see why the other therapist never diagnosed you correctly," he offered with a gleam in his eye.

"And when would I be able to fit that in, Professor?" I asked honestly confused. He simply chuckled and left with a swift, "Make sure you come to dinner for the rest of break so no one thinks you up and left again." I watched him walk out of sight and then closed the door. I stretched and looked around the room. I walked over to the kitchen counter and opened my bag. Reaching in I grabbed out my speaker, trunk, and iPod. I walked upstairs to the bedroom. Setting my trunk on the floor in front of the foot of my bed, I waved my hand and enlarged it. I placed the other items on the nightstand and turned on Impossible by Shontelle. I then turned back to the trunk. Opening the lip I saw that even though I just kinda threw the cloths into the luggage, everything was perfect. I tilted my head and then shrugged. I turned to the closet and dresser, opening everything up. I then pulled out my wand. with a flick, everything went to its proper place. Even the books flew downstairs to join the library. I laid down on the bed and pulled out my schedule. I had Quidditch Practice on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. My normal classed during the week. Legilimens with Snape Saturday Mornings when there weren't games. Animagus study with McGonagall Saturday afternoons. Dark arts and advanced DADA with Quirrel Sunday morning. The only spot I had open was Sunday afternoons. I bit my lip in thought. I could do it as long as I keep up with my homework schedule and don't slack off. Sighing, I wrote onto the piece of parchment "Psychology Professor Fenwick" in the available slot. The words glowed for a moment before settling onto the paper. "Well, I guess that settles that. Off to do homework!" I exclaimed getting up. I gathered the electronics, turned off the bedroom light, and headed back downstairs. I started more tea, set the electronics up on the coffee table, and went to work in the Library area. It was around three in the morning when I finally caved and went to bed.

I stared at Quirrel in contempt. I could see the Dark Lord coming out of the back of his courtesy of the mirror behind him. I watched them tempt Harry but I could do nothing to stop him. This was his fight and his alone. I watched as a lump appeared in his pants pocket as he lied about what he saw in the mirror. He then backed up and defied the Dark Lord's wishes. I sighed in relief. For once I woke from a vision with a smile on my face. I groaned as I sat up though. Rubbing my neck I looked around the room. It was the same as last night so I threw off my covers and got out of bed. After quickly hand making my bed I jumped in the shower. I put on some jeans and a plain black long sleeved shirt. I rummaged through my dresser and pulled out some fluffy socks since I didn't plan on leaving for the castle until around 4:45. I looked at the time and saw it was only 11. I blow dried my hair and french braided it. Walking down the stairs, I rubbed my eyes. I yawned and headed straight toward the kitchen. I put the kettle on and pulled down some cereal. I quickly made tea and ate breakfast. Then I did the dishes for breakfast and last night. After I dried them and put them away, I turned around and finally realized that someone had been in my house. Last night there hadn't been any decorating whatsoever. Today there was a tree in the corner of the living room. Tinsel lined the fireplace and an empty stocking hung over the entrance. Mistletoe hung over the door to the Castle. On the coffee table was a note sitting next to a plate of cookies. I walked over and sat down on the couch, picking up the note. Lyra, I hope you have a Happy Christmas this year. I took the liberty of sending some decorations to lighten up your new home. Your cousin, Tonks. I chuckled and looked at the tree once again. Of course, they would know by now. Then I spied something under the tree. Getting up, I smiled. There was a small pile of presents sitting ready to be opened. I gently gathered them and placed them on the table next to the cookies. Before I settled down, I went and made another cup of tea.

New Cup in hand, I sat down and opened the first gift. The card said it was from Theo. I looked at the small package trying to guess what it was. "Some kind of jewelry," I decided aloud and then unwrapped it. I was now holding a velvet case that would definitely hold jewelry. I opened the top and inside was a beautiful teardrop necklace with a red stone as the centerpiece. I smiled and held it up to the light. Knowing Theo, the stone was a natural Blood Diamond. Shaking my head I sat it back in its case and set the case aside. I nibbled on a cookie as I read the next card. It was from Blaise, saying, "So your notes don't blend together and your emotions don't get you down." I opened the present to find Chocolate frogs and color changing ink. I smiled and placed them with Theo's necklace. The next was from the whole Tonks family saying, "remember that you're always loved." They got me a fidget ring that had a cheering charm woven into it. I slide it onto my right middle finger without a second thought. Placing the packing aside, I opened more sweets from Crabbe and Goyle. A few from other Heirs that were mainly ink and Every Flavor Beans. The next gift was a purple knitted sweater with an 'L' on it and mince pies. Confused I looked at the card and saw that the Twins had convinced their mother to send me something. I was even more confused but I slid the sweater over my shirt. It fit me perfectly and I smiled softly. I moved onto the next one, which was from the over-enthusiastic Dravin. I laughed at the Quidditch books and broom polish but I also understood. I got up and placed the books on my desk. Then I placed the polish with my broom kit on the elephants. I curled back up on the couch and pulled the next gift into my lap. I tore the wrapping and saw Jack Skellington looking at me. I giggled in glee as I picked it up and looked at the back. Jack was looking to the left and had the words, "Her Jack" over his head. I knew it was Pansy because we begged our adults to buy the matching jackets for Christmas, saying that they were going to be our presents to each other. I made sure to grab a size too big for me so I could wear another jacket under it during the winter time. I slid it on over the Sweater Mrs. Weasley made me in satisfaction. I opened Draco's gift next. The gift contained a pair of stud earrings, probably from his mother to be honest. I inspected the gems closer and saw them change from green-blue to red-purple. "They're Alexandrite!" I exclaimed in awe. The earrings had to of cost a fortune, but then again the Malfoy's loved flaunting their money and would never buy something fake just to save a few pounds.

I bit my lip and placed them with the other presents. opening a chocolate frog, I picked up the last gift. The card mysteriously said, "Dragonscales of the Dragon Queen." I tilted my head at the mystery and opened the box. Inside was a silver chainmail bracelet. Looking closer I noticed bands of purple peeking through the silver. I admired the piece of jewelry and realized that the weave really did look like dragon scales. I giggled and gathered up the presents. I placed the sweets in the kitchen and took the jewelry upstairs. I did a time check and it was almost 1. I had some time and went to figure out an outfit that would bring all these gifts together. Right at 430 pm, I settled on a pair of black skinny jeans, a simple white t-shirt, and my normal boots. I slid the studs into my earlobes and the necklace around my neck. I fluffed out my hair and parted it to the right so it would hide the scar on my face. I placed my sweater and jacket back on. Pulling up my hood to protect my ears from the cold, I decided to place the bracelet on my left wrist. I stepped out of my little house and started walking towards the castle grounds through the tunnel.

I was greeted by a playful flick from the Willow 20 minutes later. I smiled and wished her a happy Christmas. I headed towards the castle with a sigh. To be honest I was only going to the feast so that I would be left alone for the rest of the time. I stood outside the Great Hall for a good five minutes debating on if I should even go in before my decision was made for me. "Oi! Lestrange! What are you all dressed up for?" a male voice blasted from the stairs behind me. "More importantly didn't you leave on the train a week ago? What are you doing here?" a matching voice questioned right after. I turned to face the voices and found the Twins walking towards me and the Great Hall. I wasn't all surprised that they were just getting to the feast. I was that they knew I left at all. They stopped in front of me. "Well?" Fred asked raising an eyebrow. I just looked up at the two boys then into the Great Hall and back. My instincts were screaming, "Danger! Say the wrong thing and you'll regret it!" I rolled my shoulders and looked down. Deciding to ignore the question of why I was at the school, I bowed slightly and said, "Please pass my gratitude to your mother for the gifts. And thank you for convincing her to send me something." They blinked at me in surprise. Before they could say anything, Professor Fenwick appeared in the doorway next to me. "Ah, so I see that you did decide to join us for dinner, Lyra," he squeaked. "Yes sir, however," I looked towards the Twins and back down at my feet, "I was wondering if I could be excused to my rooms for the night." I waited silently for an answer.

"Lyra why are you acting so meek? Did something happen at home?" Fred was the first to break the heavy silence. Professor Fenwick cleared his throat, taking the attention off me once again. "That was not our agreement. Come you can sit anywhere you'd like today. There are no Houses on this Night," he stated as he walked back into the Great Hall. I frowned but followed the Professor into the Hall. As I looked up from my feet, I saw wreckage and death. The Great hall was in shambles. It's tables pressed against the walls. The flags that normally hang down from the ceiling were in tatters. Even half the roof was gone. In the middle of the room were people grouped around bodies. I spotted a group of certain redheads gathered around a group of bodies. I could see from my spot, that one of the bodies also was a ginger and my heart lurched. I wanted to go and cry with them, but I noticed dust moving without something moving it. Instead of mourning with my adoptive family, I turned and followed the moving dust.

I opened my eyes to find the Twins leading me to the Gryffindor Table. I felt tears falling from the corner of my eyes as I glazed over the Weasleys that were present. Who was going to die before I save all of them? I tried to back away from the table, but couldn't because of arms wrapped around my waist. "Lyra, breath. It's okay," I heard Fred whisper in my left ear. "No one here is going to hurt you," George joined in on my other side. I shook with fear and anger towards myself. However, I sat down where they placed me, looking down at my hands. "Boys, who's this?" I heard being asked. "Percy there's no way you haven't heard of Lyra Lestrange. The prodigy Slytherin that takes three years worth of courses, extra courses with Snape, Quirrell, and McGonagall, and is on the Slytherin Quidditch Team," Ron answered. I heard the disgust in his voice and tried not to flinch. I heard Harry chuckle, "Yeah she makes Hermione seem downright sane." I did flinch at that. "What? Don't like being compared to a Gryffindor Muggle-born?" someone hissed. I started spinning my ring. "I don't care about who you compare me to. Ms. Granger is just so much brighter than I am," I muttered just loud enough for them to hear. Dinner was served then and everyone around me dug in. I sat there, not eating. After a minute or so I pulled out my sketchbook and a pencil. I looked around and started sketching the scene around me. The Twins and Percy were arguing over something. Ron and Harry were talking about Quidditch. The professors were mingling at the Head Table.I had some of the Hufflepuff table in my view so I sketched it as well. "Why aren't you eating?" I jumped at the question. I looked up from my drawing to see literally everyone around me staring at me and my empty plate. I felt my cheeks warm as I realized exactly why I wasn't eating. "I... Um... I," I stuttered before taking a deep breath. "I have had it beaten into me that a Female Heir does not plate her own food. A Male Heir does," I finally answered in a soft voice. I noticed that dinner was now dessert and it was acceptable to leave the table. I stood up and bowed to the Weasleys and Harry, "Thank you, but please excuse me." I gathered my book and pencil. Then I turned and gave a short bow the Head Table. I saw three waves of dismissal. Sighing in relief, I quickly exited the Great Hall and went back to my rooms. I paused at the Willow and leaned my head against her trunk. "Why am I always like this?" I asked the empty air. I closed my eyes and breathed. Now steady, I went into the tunnel.

I opened my door and shredded my Jack jacket. I hung it up on my coat holder before pulling off my boots. I then made myself some tea. Looking through my cupboards I realized I had the stuff to make some chicken and rice. I started cooking instantly. 30 minutes later I was eating my dinner and looking over a book passage. It was about how Animagi were affected by Werewolf Curse. I tagged it for a later date. Closing the book, I realized that What's This by Danny Elfman was playing. The version I had, however, was the FallOut Boys version. I sang along as I started cleaning up the dishes and wrapping papers. It was only midnight when I went to bed and fell asleep. I woke up to someone knocking on my door to the grounds. Grumbling to myself, I pulled on my dressing robe and went downstairs. Another set of knocks could be heard as I got to the door. "Prove who you are?" I yawned not caring for the first answer. "You are the New Headmaster and probably the only head I can't break into," I heard Severus spat at the door. I unlocked the door and went to put on tea.

The door opened and the Potions Master stepped into my living room. "So this is where you've been hiding," He stated looking around. "It's 10 am. What do you want?" I asked, making myself some breakfast. "To ask what last night was all about. You first wouldn't come into the Hall without professor Fenwick coming to get you. Then you freeze and the Weasley boys took you to the Gryffindor Table without a fight," He said. I just shrugged. He growled at me. I flicked my wrist at him, wrapping him in a voice stealing charm. "Dear uncle, Godfather, Professor. This is my safe place to be. You will not bring any harm to me here do you understand?" I asked placing his cup of tea in front of him. I released the charm and stood there eating my plate of eggs and toast. "Is that why you eat freely here but not at all in the Great Hall?" He asked. I nodded. "Very well. Who else knows about this place?" he questioned looking around once more. I chuckled. "Probably ever Professor who was here when you were still a student," I replied. I caught the shocked look on Severus's face causing me to smile. "How do you know?" he asked, glaring at me. "I read books, Sev." I waved my arm towards my office. I finished my plate while he looked over the books there. "You do realize that some of these books shouldn't be in the hands of an 11 year old correct?" I heard. "Does it matter? It's not like I'm a normal 11-year-old," I said placing my dishes in the sink. I picked up my cup of tea and joined him by the bookshelves. "What do you really want, Sev?" I asked once again, leaning against the desk. "Why did you act meek last night?" The professor looked away from me. "Because I was getting over a vision," I responded. My godfather's head snapped to me, "What visions?" I smirked and tapped my temple. "Maybe you'll find out one day," I tempted him. He huffed and left on that note. I rolled my shoulders in irritation and gathered his cup, placing it in the sink as well. I quickly did the dishes. After I was done, I went to work on the assignments that I've been ignoring for the last two days.

That's how the rest of my break went. I would go to dinner at night, get pestered about why I wasn't eating, and go back home again. When I was home, I would get lost in my projects to pass the time. When school came back in session, I didn't want to move back into the Slytherin dorms. I packed my basic things and went back to my old dorm the same night the rest of the students came back. I was sitting in front of the fireplace when Pansy and Theo burst into the Common Room dragging Draco and Blaise behind them. "What does Draco mean when he says that you've been disowned and kicked out by Lucius over the Holidays?" the two shouted as soon as they saw me. I closed my book and looked up at them. Draco was shifting uncomfortably under Pansy's grip on his arm. Blaise was standing there with his arms crossed, looking at me expectedly. Pansy was distraught and Theo was concerned. I looked beyond the four of them and saw the rest of the House, including Crabbe and Goyle surrounding us in a half moon but still giving space in case a fight breaks out. I sighed and shook my head, causing my bangs to fall over my right eye. "He means exactly that Pans. I'm no longer allowed a claim of anything under the Malfoy Name," I stated calmly. "What does that mean for us?" Theo asked. I tilted my head to the left, "Nothing. I'm still an Heir no matter who disowns me until My Father himself does." They seemed to sigh in relief. "Good now Pansy, let go of Draco," Blaise said laughing. We all chuckled at her blush and she instantly released the younger Malfoy. Blaise motioned for me to sit up and I did so. He sat behind my back and threw his arm over the back of the couch. I leaned against his torso and relaxed as Theo picked up my feet and sat down under them. The rest of the House dispersed from around us. Crabbe and Goyle sat on the floor in front of the couch and pulled out their notes to study. Pansy and Draco took the chairs to the right of the couch and started a game of Wizard's chess. I opened my book backup and started reading again. I watched Theo pull out his sudoku book that I got him for Christmas and turn to the puzzle he left off on. I felt Blaise grab his book and start reading. I smiled and settled into our norm.

"You weren't at dinner and have lost weight. You might be able to fool Crabbe, Goyle, and Theo. But not me." I looked up and realized that everyone but Blaise and I had gone to bed. I turned my gaze to my friend and waited. "Draco and Pansy already seem to know since they didn't comment on you purposely covering your eye. But the others don't," Blaise stared into my eyes trying to read my expression. I sighed and replied, "Lucius and I got into a fight over my helping save the trio from the Troll on Halloween and my being on the Quidditch team without asking him for permission. He slapped me and then disowned me because I couldn't be the Perfect Heir he and Narcissa wanted me to be. I've lost weight because I haven't been eating as often since Draco and I got into the fight over my eating habits." He stayed unmoving for a moment before nodding. "Come on. You're sleeping in my bed tonight," He said picking me up. "Excuse me?" I asked as he took us to the boys' dorm. "Pansy is staying the room too. She's sleeping in Theo's bed. We can't have Betrothed sleeping together now can we?" he questioned with a wink. I laughed as he pushed open the dorm door. Everyone was already in different stages of sleep when we came in. We both quickly changed and climbed into bed together. Blaise laid on his back and I placed my head on his shoulder curling my legs around his. We fell asleep quickly and I had the first dreamless sleep in a long time. We were woken up by the normal arguing and life went on as normal.

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