#jim hexley

[the-al-chemist]

The Beginning of a Symphony - Chapter 37

A/N: Héloïse’s evening goes from bad to… well, I’ll let you find out.

Warnings: mild angst, hurt comfort, fluff, angry French.

May 1897

The sound of Héloïse’s footsteps on the marble floor echoed around the entrance hall as she strode through it at a pace that was not quite a run. As she turned the corner and reached the grand staircase, she stopped and sat on one of the steps, the heels of her hands pressed against her forehead.

She had always considered herself to be a rational person, one who did not allow her emotions to cloud her usually sound judgement. She could only think of one time she had allowed them to do so, and that had been the previous year, after her father had passed away, and that had been what had led to her having to come here in the first place. She would not allow herself to make that mistake again.

And yet, though reason told her that she had many friends still at the ball with whom she could enjoy the rest of the evening, she found herself unable to pick herself up off the staircase and return. Reason would dictate that one person in a room filled with hundreds should not be so very important to her, and yet it was. He was. For whatever reason, reason was now failing her, and her emotions were ruling in her heart and her head, both of which had tightened and begun to ache. A drop of clear liquid fell onto the material of her robes, and she realised that she had started to cry.

“Héloïse?”

A voice. Jim’s voice. Héloïse looked up, and saw that Jim Hexley was walking towards her.

“Héloïse, are you… You’re crying.”

Héloïse said nothing, but she rolled her eyes at the idiocy of Jim’s comment and rose to her feet. Having spent all evening wishing that he would come over and talk to her, she no longer wanted to speak with him at all. She turned and walked up the staircase away from him, but he followed her, asking questions to the back of her head.

“Are you alright? What is the matter? Why are you so upset?”

Already annoyed, Héloïse turned and snapped at him, “Casse-toi!”

Jim blinked, clearly confused. Héloïse exhaled and recommenced climbing the staircase, only to be stopped in her tracks on the top step by Jim taking hold of her wrist. She wrenched it free from his grip.

“Je t’ai dit de dégager, hein?”

“Er, I don’t… I’m not sure what that means,” said Jim, frowning deeply. “I just… Will you not tell me - in English, preferably - what is wrong?”

Héloïse glared at him. “You. You are wrong.”

“About what?”

“Everything. And nothing, also,” she told him. He still looked confused. “I wish for you to go.”

“I don’t want to leave you when you’re upset.”

“In this case I will to go. Good night, Jim.”

“Héloïse, wait!”

But Héloïse had heard enough. She took another step, and as she did, the staircase began to move away from the landing at the top. This time, when Jim reached for her arm, she did not move away, but instead allowed him to pull her back from what was now a sheer drop from the top of the staircase all the way down to the marble floor below. The pair of them stumbled, and crashed into the bannister at their side, which Héloïse held onto with her free hand as the staircase swung across the hall to meet a new landing. She was now facing the opposite direction to where she wanted to go, but she did not move in any direction; instead she remained with her hand on the bannister, and took one deep shaky breath. Jim’s hand on her arm was also trembling.

“Are you hurt?” he asked her.

“Physically, no.” Héloïse pursed her lips for a moment before adding, “Thank you.”

“You’re… De rien.”

Héloïse nodded curtly before looking at where the staircases now led, trying to work out the quickest route she could now take back to Ravenclaw tower. She could almost feel Jim watching her do so.

“Héloïse, please,” he said quietly. “Tell me what… I know that you are upset with me, and I… Well, I’d like to know what it is that I’ve done. Whatever it is, I am truly sorry.”

Héloïse shook her head. “You did not do anything.”

“Then why-”

“I was thinking that we are friends.”

“We are.”

“But you did not do anything, all evening. You did not speak to me, you did not dance with me, I do not think that you looked at me.”

“Oh,” Jim grimaced. “No. I suppose that… Yes, you’re right. I am sorry. I did not think that it would cause you so much distress.”

“Why would you to think this?”

“Well, my sister said that… She said that I should do it. To vex you.”

Héloïse’s nostrils flared. “So, you were wanting to upset me.”

“No, no. I did not… It was not my intention to make you upset. I only… Er, never mind. It was a ludicrous idea.”

“I agree,” Héloïse said, still glaring. “Why is your sister wanting to vex me?”

“Because… She thought that it might make you… That you may regret your attending the ball with Henry and not me.”

“I am regretting my attending at all.”

“I can see that. I am sorry. I should not have ignored you. I should not have listened to Effy. It was just that… Well, I was upset that you did not agree to attend the ball with me.”

“This is not my fault. You were not asking me until after I said I would to go with Henry. If you wanted for me to go with you, then you should have asked sooner, no?”

“Yes. Perhaps that would have been better.”

“So?” Héloïse asked. “Why did you not ask before?”

“Because… Well, I… I do not know.” Jim closed his eyes. He looked as if he were in pain. “I have ruined everything.”

“Yes,” said Héloïse. “You have.”

They were both quiet for a few moments. Eventually, Jim seemed to realise that his hand still rested on her forearm. He removed it and cleared his throat.

“Well,” he said, “I think that I… It would probably be best if I return to my common room. I have spoiled enough of your evening. At least this way you can enjoy the rest of the ball.”

“I can to try.”

Jim inclined his head and walked down the stairs. He only made it a few steps before he stopped and turned back.

“Héloïse?”

“Jim?”

“I… If I had asked you sooner, would you have wanted to attend the ball with me?”

“Yes,” Héloïse told him. “I was wanting to go with you before you asked.”

Jim frowned. “So, why did you agree to go with Henry?”

“I was tired of waiting for you to ask.”

“Ah,” said Jim. “If I had known that I would have asked sooner.”

“Why did you not ask sooner?”

“I… Now I am not certain. I was worried that you might say no, or… or laugh at me, or think it impossible that you might…”

Héloïse stepped closer to him, her eyebrows furrowing deeply.

“That I might…”

“That you could ever think of me as anything other than a friend. That you may wish to be courted by… a buffoon.”

“I do not think that you are a buffoon.”

“You do not?”

“No.” Héloïse took another step. Her lips twitched slightly. “Although, tonight you are behaving like a buffoon.”

Jim laughed. “I do believe that you are right. I am sorry.”

“You have said this many times.”

“I mean it.”

“I believe you.”

“You do?” Jim asked,and Héloïse nodded. She was standing on the step above his now, with the extra height it gave her, she found that her eyes were level with his lips, which had started to curve. “I am… That is a relief. I thought that tonight… I had hoped it would go differently to this. And I know that you did as well. I am sorry.”

Héloïse laughed. “You can to stop saying this now.”

“I know. I will stop. I’m sorry.”

“You said it again.”

“I did. Sorry.”

“Stop!”

“Sorry, I…”

Before Jim could continue to apologise yet again, Héloïse rose onto the tips of her toes and pressed her lips to his. She lifted both her hands so that they came to rest against the sides of his face, a rosy warmth growing under her fingers as she kissed him. When she removed her hands from his cheeks, she saw that they had flushed pink, and his lips remained parted as she withdrew her own. He blinked wordlessly, and she smirked.

“Et alors, il arrête,” she murmured. She had spoken to herself, and Jim said nothing in response. It appeared that he was unable to say anything at all. Héloïse tilted her head to one side. “Jim?” She took one of his hands in her own and squeezed it gently. “Jim.”

“Héloïse,” Jim replied, his voice barely more than a whisper as he looked down at their linked hands. As he raised his eyes to meet hers, he smiled. It was small, but so genuine that it appeared almost blissful. Héloïse leaned towards him, and he tensed. “We are unchaperoned.”

“This is probably for the best, no?”

Jim let out a gentle laugh that softened him. As their lips meet once more, his fingers intertwined with Héloïse’s, the tips of them running over her knuckles. She had not noticed how soft his hands were before, nor how tall he was, nor-

“Ahem.”

The sound of a throat being cleared cut into the moment, and Héloïse and Jim sprung apart as if burned. They both looked around to see who had caught them. Héloïse frowned. No one was there.

Confused, she looked to Jim, but his eyes were fixed on a point on the wall of the grand staircase, his face redder than she had ever seen it before. Following the line of his gaze, she quickly understood the reason for his embarrassment, and felt the blood start to rise in her own cheeks.

On the wall facing the staircase, several gold frames had become filled with the portraits of more than a dozen witches and wizards, three leprechauns, and one single ring-tailed lemur. Every single one of the portraits had their eyes on her and Jim, their faces displaying several different expressions, from nostalgic affection to stern disapproval to outright disgust. One of the portraits tutted loudly.

“Young people these days. Absolutely no sense of decorum.”

Héloïse turned to Jim. “What is decorum?”

“By Jove, she doesn’t even know the meaning of the word.” The portrait sighed. “I despair for future generations.”

“Perhaps we should to go back to the Great Hall,” Héloïse said to Jim. “I would very much like to dance with you tonight, if you are still wishing to attend the Ball with me.”

Jim took his eyes away from the wall of still muttering portraits and nodded.

“Héloïse,” he said, taking her by the hand, “I wish for nothing else.”

Together, they descended the rest of the steps and walked back to the Great Hall, where the music was still playing and the ceiling bright with a million stars that tonight seemed to shine just for them.

#the beginning of a symphony #heloise perrault #jim hexley #harry potter hogwarts legacy

[endlessly-cursed]

What if this fic was a book cover?

The Beginning of a Symphony is a novel that tells the story of how four students from Hogwarts - Jim and Ethel Hexley, Ophelia Burke and Héloise Perreault- lived their lives and how they’d end up related to one another. 

A tale of love, fun shenanigans and intrigues, @the-al-chemist​ tells us how the Hexley Legacy came to be. 

I hope you like it, Al!! 

#hphl #the beginning of a symphony #jim hexley #ethel hexley #ophelia burke #heloise perrault #jeloise #ethelys #my cover* #mine*edit #my edit

[thatravenpuffwitch]

💜 Candy

Happy October!

Happy October! Thanks for sending me a trick! Characters mentioned belong to @the-al-chemist @lifeofkaze and @kc-and-co 👻

CANDY 🍬

“Now this is a strange piece of candy,” Zella said.

“Yeah, I’ve seen it,” Ethel replied, digging her hand into the bag of sweets they shared. “Selene saw it too and said there was no way she’s eating it. Said you could have it,” Ethel smirked faintly, saying if you dare.

The candy in question was shaped like a small hand, five-fingered and ghostly white. It was coated in what looked like small grains of sugar and sparkled as she turned it over in her palm, but instead of feeling grainy, it was very smooth to the touch.

“How unusual,” Zella mused. “I’ve never seen candy like this at Honeydukes before.”

“Beware the poisoned hand Little Zella!” Ethel wailed dramatically, poking her gently in the ribs.

Defiantly, Zella stuck her tongue out at her cousin and pocketed the candy.

That evening, Zella sat alone in an oversized armchair by the fireplace of the Hufflepuff common room, examining the candy. She had tried giving it to Jimmy or Ivy, but both adamantly refused to eat anything Ethel might have tampered with and advised her to do the same.

Zella thought the candy was actually quite beautiful, with its long, tapered sparkling fingers. And it smelled good, like elderflower, so maybe it tasted good too.

Hesitantly, she stuck her tongue out and licked the smooth surface of the hand. It did taste like plums, and something warm and spicy… perhaps cinnamon. Figuring it probably wasn’t poisoned, Zella popped the candy hand into her mouth.

The hand was delicious. It tasted like plums and cinnamon, yes, but also of something familiar, yet unexplainable. And although she had been snacking on it for several minutes, it never got smaller or soft enough for her to break with her teeth, like it was everlasting.

But then her tongue started to tingle, her mouth started to burn and her cheeks grew uncomfortably hot. It was really really spicy. Disgusted, Zella spat the candy hand into the fireplace.

The burning sensation went away immediately and Zella let out a sigh of relief. Wanting to clean her mouth, she quickly hurried to her dormitory, satisfied with letting the candy burn away in the flames.

But late that night, when the fireplace extinguished itself, buried in the ashes was a small, sparkling white hand.

#was the candy another Sethel prank? #or something else… #trick or treat ask game #zella cleary #ethel hexley #jim hexley #ivy anders #selene fraser #hphl #my writing

[usernoneexistent]

Autumn 1895: Starting fourth year, Winona seeks out her cousin, Lysander to spill what she discovered during her holidays. Apologises, I didn't have time for the drawing but it will be coming in an edit.

Characters featured: Victoria Summer @whatwouldvalerydo, Nolan Miller @hogwartsmysteryho, Lysander Mercury @slytherindisaster, Jim Hexley @the-al-chemist.

Character mentioned: Selene Fraser @lifeofkaze, Ethel Hexley @the-al-chemist.

Warnings: disastrous cousins.

Winona couldn't wait for the Headmaster's speech to end. All she wanted to do was find her cousin, Lysander and tell him everything she had discovered. She felt she had to say the details in person rather than through correspondence, which was far too complicated to explain.

"Are you alright, Winona?" Her best friend, Victoria Summer, asked.

"Yes, I am completely fine," Winona assured though the knot forming at Victoria's forehead said otherwise. "How come? Do you think something is wrong?"

"You seem..." The Gryffindor carefully chose her following words, "restless."

"You shouldn't worry about me. I am fine, chirky even."

"If you say so," Victoria said, still uncertain but turned to chat with Selene Fraser and Ethel Hexley. Winona watched across to the Hufflepuff table, looking for a blonde boy whose hair could change on a dime. She spotted glimpses of blonde hair sitting next to darker hair and a more wiry-looking boy, most likely Jim Hexley. The prefects took the first years to their common rooms, leaving the rest to join later. This was Winona's chance without her brother getting suspicious.

"I shall meet you later in our dorm." She mentioned it to Victoria, giving a nod of acknowledgement before returning to the conversation. She walked around the long table between the Gryffindor and the Hufflepuff table.

Her shoulder bumped into a certain Ravenclaw; however, she was too busy to care.

"Oi, watch it where you're going, Rosewood!" Nolan Millar exclaimed.

"You better shut it, Miller!" She quickly stuck her tongue out, but she couldn't afford to wait for his reaction.

"Lys!" She quietly tapped his shoulder. "Artefact room in five minutes."

"Um, but we're having our dinner right now."

"Sorry Hexley, but I need to steal him from you." Jim didn't look too pleased with Winona taking his friend away, "I promise it will be only for a couple minutes."

"It's fine, Jim. I'll be gone for only a couple of minutes." Lysander could sense it was big news, and she only rushed to her cousin like a seeker when it was colossal gossip. No, huge news.

Winona and Lysander quicken their pace. Some second years were already in the artefact room before they sent them out to their proper place.

"So? What is the news of the day, cousin?" Lysander was curious than ever; his hair changed to a playful Scheele's green.

"So, do you remember when I wrote to you that I discovered something in papa's office?" She referred to their regular correspondence over the Summer, sharing the latest gossip about the neighbours and adventures they had.

"Yes? I recall that you had some out-of-this-world news." His hair changed to purple as the anticipation built.

"Well, I found some letters from his mistresses." It was the first time Winona finally could say it out loud. The word felt strange and foreign to her. It wasn't as bad as she had expected herself to feel. Lysander's mouth gaped wide open for one of the few times; he was genuinely speechless.

"And..."

"There is more." His mouth turned into a partial smirk.

"I have an older half brother." Winona finally said. Lysander was really now grinning. "I knew there would be more. Who is it? Is he here, at Hogwarts?"

Winona knew her cousin would naturally be curious as to who it was.

"Yes, he's actually in your dorm," Winona teased.

Lysander muttered through the potential suspects, eliminating them one by one until he reached only one name. He almost gasped out in excitement.

"No, it can't be? It's Colin Moss!" He glanced over at his cousin, and Winona nodded in confirmation. Though Lysander furrowed his blonde eyebrows. "But I thought you had said his father was a werewolf. Well, we knew he wasn't a werewolf for two years, but still."

"I never said that he nor his father was a werewolf," the girl clarified. "I simply said that there were werewolves at his family's establishment. There is a huge difference."

"Same difference," Lysander rolled his eyes before glancing over at Winona. She is fraught with excitement and a bit of relief; it is like the weight of her world has finally been lifted off her shoulder. The fact that she had Lysander to talk about everything was an immense consolation. "Are you going to tell Colin about this?"

"Yes, I do plan on telling him about our shared paternity. However!" Winona gave a firm stare. "Don't tell Colin that you know until I have informed him."

Lysander morphed his mouth shut as he mimicked locking it and throwing away the key. It will be challenging, but Winona knew that her cousin would be quiet for her sake.

"I better let you scurry back to Jim before the feast ends."

"And you better tell me when you and Colin had that talk." The metamorphagus winked before slowly leaving for his Hufflepuff friend. Winona took her to leave too.

Walking to the fat lady portrait. What kind of life has he led so far? She had a rough idea based on what she'd heard. What were his mother and grandfather like? How similar were they? Does he look like their father?

All these questions fluttered around her head. Winona knew she needed the resolve to tell him today. She was ready; all Summer had time to brace herself and talk to him. Tell him the truth.

But that will have to wait for another time soon enough.

Previous chapter: Pandora's Box

Next chapter: New Kin Folk

#lily’s writing #a heritage of stories #hogwarts legacy #winona rosewood #winona's favourite cousin #lysander mercury #victoria summer #nolan miller #jim hexley #ethel hexley #selene fraser

[dontgodownfornoroses]

Advent Calendar Day 13:

#advent calendar #advent calendar catch-up day #jim hexley #the christmas toy #nobody remembers this tv special but me #it was my favorite #I watched it every year #and Meteora is the best #she is a queen #an icon #she is the moment #bow down bitches #Youtube

[lifeofkaze]

Something Wicked This Way Comes

A/N: This story is was written for @hp-12monthsofmagic October prompt. Happy Halloween. OCs featured belong to @whatwouldvalerydo (Victoria Summer... sorry for bothering her again), @the-al-chemist (Jim and Ethel Hexley), @endlessly-cursed (Nilüfer Sultan, in mention), @slytherindisaster (Gabriel Sapieha, Lysander Mercury) and @kc-and-co (Bradford Pendleton IV). Warning: serious Shakespeare blasphemy. I'm sorry.

The day had been overcast, and darkness come early over the Forbidden Forest. Swathes of mist rose from the moss and root covered ground, and the night was silent except for the rustling of fallen leaves, the soft sounds of the creatures that had ventured out under the cover of nightfall, and a resounding scraping sound as something heavy was dragged over a piece of stone, followed by a groan and the hasty shuffling of feet.

“How much further is it?”

“It can’t be very far, I daresay.”

“You said that ten minutes ago, Ethel. I swear I recognise this tree.”

“Hush, I believe I can see it from here. Quickly, now.”

Three figures stepped into an opening in the trees, in the middle of which the ground rose gently to a grass-covered mound. On it, bathed in the light of the full moon, six boulders of varying sizes had been erected to form a circle, in the middle of which a seventh stone lay on its side, forming what looked to be an altar.

It was there that the three girls, clad in skirts and blouses that marked them as students of the nearby Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, dragged the cauldron they had been pulling behind them. They were breathing heavily by the time they had made it to the top, and the faces of Ethel Hexley and Selene Fraser grew red as they hoisted the heavy metal pot on top of the horizontally lying stone. 

Selene and Ethel had found the stone ring a couple of days ago while prowling the woods, and had been dying to return ever since. They had prepared diligently, but with the unsteadiness of the late October weather, it had taken them until the very last day of the month to make their way out into the Forbidden Forest again. They were chatting in hushed whispers amongst each other now, excitedly checking the contents of the bags slung around their shoulders.

Victoria, who had seen herself half-compelled, half-forced to accompany her dormmates, seemed less enthusiastic. She looked around uneasily, observing the shadows cast by the tall stone monuments. Wrapping her arms around herself to keep from shivering, she stepped closer to the stone altar.

“Are you finally going to tell me what this is all about?” 

Ethel and Selene stopped whispering and shared a meaningful look.

“We have something special planned for tonight,” Selene said in a low voice.

“Something to mark the occasion,” Ethel agreed.

“We’ll do magic,” the two of them said in unison, the sable-coloured ferret that had appeared on Selene’s shoulder nodding his head as if in agreement. 

Victoria looked between them sceptically. “But why come here? Why all that hustle? We could have just as well stayed at the castle.”

“Because, dearest Victoria,” Selene said and motioned at the stones surrounding them. “This place is special.” 

“Most magical.”

“Of the utmost importance.”

Ethel paused, looking at Selene curiously. “It is?”

“It must be, must it not?” Selene shrugged. “Why endure all the hardships to set these stones up otherwise?”

“You must be right, of course.” Clapping her hands together, Ethel turned back to Victoria and pointed at the cauldron. “There is a spell that Selene and I have been wanting to attempt but Professor Sharp refuses to let us into the Potions classroom by ourselves after this most unfortunate incident with Carolyn Nyberg’s calming draught.”

“Which was not our fault, if I may say so.”

“Far from it.”

“The farthest.”

“And what did you need my help for?” Victoria asked patiently.

“See, the spell needs three wielders to succeed.”

“Three witches, to be precise.”

“And who would be more inclined, more perfectly suited to complete our trio than you?”

Victoria could think of a handful of people better suited; the matter of inclination was another one entirely but she chose to remain silent. 

“Shall we begin then?”

Victoria was still at a loss for what was about to happen when she was directed to stand at the head of the stone, with Selene and Ethel facing each other on its side. 

“You might want to take that,” Selene whispered to Victoria, producing a densely written note from the folds of her skirt. “We have it memorised.”

Victoria was just about to ask what she meant when Selene and Ethel began chanting, in grave, hushed voices that didn’t sound like them at all. 

“Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d. Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined. Harpier cries ‘Tis time, ‘tis time. Round about the cauldron go; In the poison’d entrails throw.”

They began moving to circle the stone altar with the now bubbling cauldron, underneath which Ethel had set fire. 

“Toad that under cold stone Days and nights has thirty-one Sweltere’d venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot.”

Selene reached into her bag and pulled out a stoppered bottle which looked suspiciously like the ones Professor Sharp had on display behind his desk in the Potions classroom. She held it over the cauldron and shook its contents inside. The slimy green something that had fallen out sank to the bottom, and Selene and Ethel continued to sing, in a much louder, almost gleeful voice,

“Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble.” 

“Hold on,” Victoria cried out. “Did you drag me out here to enact a play?”

“We never would even think of dragging you.”

“You walked quite by yourself.”

“And this is not any stupid spell from any stupid play we are putting to the test here. This is Macbeth!”

“By the greatest poet of all times.”

“The master of words.”

“The bard of bards.”

Wearily, Victoria held a hand up and the stream of chatter ceased. “And does Professor Sharp know you stole… borrowed one of his cauldrons and ingredients?” 

Ethel and Selene exchanged a glance that had the sinking feeling in Victoria’s stomach intensify. She stifled the sigh lodged in her chest. 

“Go on then.”

Breaking into smiles, Ethel began rummaging through her bag again, while Selene reached across the stone to squeeze Victoria’s hand. The chanting recommenced as Ethel produced a small parcel. In places, moisture had already seeped through the parchment, and Victoria could only briefly glimpse something reddish as its contents were tossed into the cauldron. 

“Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting, Lizard’s legs and owlet’s wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, ike a hell-broth boil and bubble.”

They continued in that fashion as ingredient after ingredient made its way into the cauldron. Selene and Ethel seemed to have acquired everything the recipe listed, adding newts’ eyes and lizards’ legs with more and more glee as the potion boiled up and began changing its colour, bathing the clearing in an eerily green glow. 

“Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat, and slips of yew Sliver’d in the moon’s eclipse…”

“You didn’t actually put someone’s liver in there, did you?” Victoria asked with wide eyes.

“No,” said Ethel and sounded almost regretful. “A piece of someone’s liver is surprisingly hard to come by.”

Victoria chose not to comment on this. “Then what did you put in just now?” 

“We got some calf liver from the kitchens. Did you have any luck with the Tartar’s lips, Selly?”

“No,” sighed Selene, “and not with the nose of Turk either. I asked Nilüfer Sultan if she cared to help out but she wouldn’t hear of it.”

“How rude.”

“Don’t you think so?”

“So can we go back now if you don’t have everything to complete the spell?” 

“Oh Victoria, don’t be silly,” Selene laughed. “A good witch knows how to adapt!”

With pinched fingers, she pulled a tissue from her pocket and let it float into the cauldron, topping it up with something that Victoria could only assume to be a handful of ground meat. She and Ethel took up singing again.

“Cool it with a baboon’s blood, Then the charm is firm and good.” 

Ethel produced a slender vial from her now empty bag, unstoppered it and poured some red liquid into the cauldron. She and Selene exchanged excited looks and stepped forward to peer inside. Victoria did not. The eerie green glow from before had vanished, the colour of the potion they had brewed changing disconcertingly fast. The soft sound of the bubbling had given way to a deeper rumble, too, making the metal pot shake on the stone altar.

“What exactly did you brew there?”

“We brewed a potion most potent and most fantastical.”

“Dare I say, the potion of potions.”

“I gathered,” said Victoria, brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear and watching the quivering cauldron from the corner of her eye. “But what does it do?”

Selene and Ethel stopped in their tracks.

“What do you mean, what does it do?”

“What are its effects? What’s going to happen now?” Victoria paled as a thought struck her. “I’m not going to drink it if that’s what you intended.”

“Well, in the play, Macbeth is supposed to see apparitions telling him of his fate now.”

“There is no Macbeth here, though, and no apparitions either.”

Ethel and Selene looked at each other shrugging, as if the thought had only now occurred to them. Feeling suddenly more stupid than possibly endangered, she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“I can’t believe you two,” she sternly told her friends. “Every time I think you can’t get anymore silly you top my expectations. Not only that you drag me away from the Halloween feast in the middle of the night to clamber over sticks and stones with a stolen - yes, Ethel, stolen - cauldron, you didn’t even spent a thought at the purpose of such a doing, or what might possibly come off it!”

“But we did!” Selene protested loudly. She was barely audible of the rumble of the potion. It splashed higher and higher, and glowed brighter and brighter, coming up as high as if someone had thrown a stone into water. “In the play —“

“‘Play’ being the operative word here,” Victoria scoffed. “Did you really think I would fancy seeing a severed head and a bloody baby telling me about my doom?” She snorted. “Pray, forgive me if I do decline.” 

Selene looked torn between feeling sorry to have upset her friend and the righteous urge to prove Victoria wrong, while Ethel geared herself up to defend their endeavour. Before it could come to it, however, the light changed yet again. With a resounding boom, the cauldron shot up into the air and came crashing down with a loud bang, bouncing off one of the vertical stones as it did so. 

Victoria and Ethel gasped as they jumped away from the glowing drops flying their way. Selene shrieked and pressed Alan to her chest with one hand, rubbing at a stain on her skirt with the other. The formerly peaceful, moonlit clearing was reduced to chaos, but when suddenly a low, agony-filled moan reached them from the blackness of the trees, the three girls and one ferret froze. 

Alan gave a whimper, clambering up onto Selene’s shoulder. Selene held him and stroked his fur, but her excitedly glittering eyes were trained on the darkness ahead. She started towards it with a couple of determined steps, but Victoria caught her by her sleeve and pulled her back. Reluctantly, she turned and followed her fleeing friends, quick footsteps carrying them away from the stone circle and back towards the castle. 

When they were gone, the moaning and groaning stopped. A rustle sounded in the underbrush beyond the clearing, and from the darkness four figures emerged, three of them grinning broadly, and one not so much, slowly trailing behind the others. They approached the clearing, standing in the middle of the exploded potion with three of them on one side, and the remaining on the other. 

“Pleasure doing business with you, gentlemen,” said Gabriel Sapieha, watching his vandalised surroundings with a look of profound satisfaction.

“Anytime, old chap.” Bradford Pendleton hooked the toe of his boot under the handle of the cauldron and pushed it back into a standing position. Curiously, he peered inside. “Who would have thought that my tempering with potion recipes would not result in failure for once?”

“Carolyn Nyberg would be proud of you.”

Brady chuckled. “I certainly hope not. Good aim, Mercury.” 

“Thank you. Did you see their faces?” asked Lysander Mercury with a grin. He screwed up his face and it morphed into the features of Ethel Hexley, her eyes wide and her mouth rounded to a perfect circle as Ethel-Lysander waved his arms above his head in a hysterical gesture. He held his stomach as he laughed. “This was priceless, gentlemen, absolutely priceless.”

“If you say so,” Jim Hexley mumbled, watching as the hair on his friend’s head turned back to its original golden shade and he looked like himself again. “Are we quite done now? There are honeyed cakes at the feast. I’d be loath to miss them.”

“Not afraid of the dark, are we, old chap?”

Jim was spared a reply when something - or someone? - moved beyond the treeline. A low howl carried through the moonlit night toward them, swelling in volume and pitch. The boys in the clearing looked at each other uneasily. Jim swallowed.

“It hasn’t worked, though, has it? The potion?”

“Don’t be a fool, Hexley,” said Lysander, but he didn’t look away from where the howl had come from. “It is bound to be a wolf or something.”

“You sound like that wouldn't be a problem in itself.”

The howling took up again. The four boys looked up at the full moon hanging silvery above their heads and back at each other.

“I say we make for the castle,” Gabriel suggested in a light tone but his eyes never left the shadow of the trees. “My friends are eager to hear of our success, and we wouldn’t want Jim to miss his honeyed cakes, would we?”

They all agreed, and so left the clearing. One by one they stepped onto the path leading under the canopy of trees, which Jim could swear looked darker than it had upon their arrival. He was the last to follow, and he cast one look back at the stone circle across his shoulder. The cauldron still sat where it had fallen, now upright again, in a ring of glowing specks of potion, which shimmered ominously in the moonlight.

A shiver running down his spine, Jim turned away, hurrying his steps to catch up with his friends toward the warmth and safety of the brightly lit castle. 

#hphl #hogwarts legacy #selene fraser #12mom #twelve months of magic

[unfortunate-arrow]

Day 6: Valid Males

For @endlessly-cursed’s Hogwarts Legacy Appreciation Week

For this, I picked a bunch of awesome men who represent the wide spectrum of personalities found in each house. However, I want to give a shout out to these two boys: Adonis Demiurgos and Elias Quintin, who both let one of my girls (Minerva & Brianna, respectively) love them.

Gryffindor

Feautring:

Grant Kennedy

Adonis Demiurgos - @endlessly-cursed

Bernie Brennan - @amerrymystery

Oliver Gerard - @kc-and-co

Galen Stagg - @cursebreakerfarrier

Hufflepuff

Featuring:

Maxwell Pembroke

Prince Henry of Alderly - @gaygryffindorgal (who has renewed my idea of making a royal bastard kiddo with the last name Fitzroy)

Sebastian Oliver Devlin - William & Josie’s son

Lysander Mercury - @slytherindisaster

Jim Hexley - @the-al-chemist

Slytherin

Featuring:

Elias Quintin - @amerrymystery

Alfred Dermot “Alfie” Kennedy - Grant & Lottie’s son

Basil Keaton - @cursebreakerfarrier

Bradford Pendleton - @kc-and-co

Frederick Lavigne - @slytherindisaster

Ravenclaw

Featuring:

Oscar Theodore Lynch - Tadhg & Niamh’s son

William Devlin

Anthony Hawthorne - @gaygryffindorgal

Rueben Willows - @that-scouse-wizard

Danny Gibson - @catohphm

#hogwarts legacy appreciation week #hphlaw #hogwarts legacy #hphl #grant kennedy #adonis demiurgos #bernie brennan #oliver gerard #galen stagg #maxwell pembroke #henry of alderly #lysander mercury #jim hexley #sebastian devlin #elias quintin #alfie kennedy #basil keaton #bradford pendleton #frederick lavigne #oscar lynch #william devlin #anthony hawthorne #rueben willows #danny gibson #my aesthetic #again limited myself to two characters per person #and no reasonings b/c i wanted to include a large list of fantastic boys #and yes i threw in a couple fankids #also complete side note… but look how old oscar’s faceclaim is getting!! #(courtesy of his loving parents who adore their serious ravenclaw son)

[whatwouldvalerydo]

Talia and Artemis 😅

Jim and Jin!

These two would also most definitely meet during the war while they are both doing their own things, paths crossing more than once.

Talia might be a bit too morally ambiguous for Artemis to stand and Artemis too snappy for Talia to tolerate, but then again when a helping hand is being offered things tend to be overlooked.

Considering they are both still being developed, you never know exactly how much they might hit it off or crash and burn.

These two would hit it off quite well. They are both awkward and shy so they mix. Having Ethel as a reason to roll their eyes at every ten minutes is also a common discussion.

Jin feels more at ease around men and with Jim's nature I think they might actually have a good chance of being friends and hiding together to enjoy their own hobbies.

#artemis hexley #jim hexley #jin watanabe #talia crane

[that-scouse-wizard]

Harry Potter Hogwarts Legacy Appreciation Week Day 6: The Boys.

Part 6 of @endlessly-cursed‘s event. 

Of course I’ve got my own boys, Reuben and Cled but here’s my love for the other lads of HPHL

Galen Stagg (@cursebreakerfarrier) - An unconventional Gryffindor though no less brave, I love his soft side and I’ve always been a fan of characters with animal-related powers.

Henry Lovecraft (@lifeofkaze) - As a guy who loves stories and to an extent enjoys Lovecraftian/ Gothic horror, I loved the idea of Henry being a storyteller and someone who weaves stories together. Plus his bromance with Cledwyn is one of my favourite friendships in HPHL.

Bradford Pendleton (@kc-and-co) - I love this guy’s determination to break away from his family’s rigid expectations of him and falling in love with the sarcastic queen that is Carolyn Nyberg. 

Jim Hexley (@the-al-chemist) - Another sweet boy and I love his exasperation in response to Ethel’s antics.

Danny Gibson (@catohphm) - One of Reuben’s best mates and quidditch team members. I love this guy going through so much in his life yet still choosing to be a decent bloke, he’s awesome!

#harry potter hogwarts legacy #hphl #hphlaw #hphl mc #hphl oc #galen stagg #henry lovecraft #bradford pendleton #jim hexley #danny gibson

[hogwartsmysteryho]

More Taylor, always! Going to be a hoebag and send for my own characters… Artemis, Ophelia, and Jim/Héloïse please! 🧡

and i’m finally getting around to this, u hv the patience of a saint my friend!

artemis - “tolerate it” (evermore)

an apology first because you just said pretty recently (well it was recent when i first started on this ask) how much u hate writing artemis in angst, but oop, this is going to be very sad bc i’m doing it ab artemis and her madre 😬 it’s not my fault i wanted to a song from folklore or evermore because i haven’t used many yet and all of those songs are kinda sad and this one fit so well!

“I sit and watch you / I notice everything you do or don't do / You're so much older and wiser, and I” sara does not notice artemis, but artemis sure notices every time she is ignored, neglected and forced to raise herself. sara is much older and supposed to be a more wise, mature person to help artemis through the trauma of missing a brother and losing a father, but instead she brushes artemis aside and shuts down completely.

“Wait by the door like I'm just a kid / Use my best colors for your portrait / Lay the table with the fancy shit / And watch you tolerate it” this is like the eggshells story: young artemis wants nothing more than to impress her mother with a show of love. and her mother is neglectful and unappreciative, and artemis is left feeling tolerated instead of loved.

“If it's all in my head, tell me now / Tell me I've got it wrong somehow / I know my love should be celebrated / But you tolerate it” when artemis is younger, she still asks her mother to do things like walk her to the train, and talk to her. she holds onto that little hope that maybe she’s wrong, and maybe this time sara will act like a mother. as she gets older, she knows she’s right to be angry with her mom.

“I made you my temple, my mural, my sky / Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life / Drawing hearts in the byline / Always taking up too much space or time” artemis is desperate for any of the attention she deserves from a parent, but never receives it. sara always comes up with the lamest excuses to avoid taking care of her daughter.

“You assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I / Break free and leave us in ruins / Took this dagger in me and removed it / Gain the weight of you, then lose it / Believe me, I could do it” artemis is tough, but with the help and love of her found family, she can start to heal the wounds left by her mother. some things, however, will stay scars forever, just like ruins.

also, ik that u hv “Shake it Off” on ur artie playlist and just, ugh, 1989 is honestly all such artemis vibes tbh. fantastic choice!

ophelia - “Don’t Blame Me” (reputation)

“Don't blame me, love made me crazy / If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right” the best part ab ophelia is that she’s selfish and materialistic enough to be considered a bit crazy, especially in her pursuits of love. but, love shmove, amirite? if ur marrying for love and not money, ur not doing it right. that’s what ophelia says at least.

“Lord, save me, my drug is my baby / I'll be usin' for the rest of my life” ophelia’s pursuit of a wealthy suitor is almost an addiction. the obsessive craftsmanship of handkerchiefs intended to be dropped in front of potential husbands is so cunning and resourceful (a true slytherin), and we love her for it. she’ll be using those skills for the rest of her life. at least, until she becomes a parent and spends the rest of her life protecting her real baby.

“I've been breakin' hearts a long time” i can only imagine how many men she’s flirted with, only to become immediately uninterested upon learning they aren’t wealthy.

“For you, I would cross the line/ I would waste my time / I would lose my mind / They say, "She's gone too far this time" how far would ophelia really go for a rich husband? pretty far, i’d reckon

“My name is whatever you decide / And I'm just gonna call you mine / I'm insane, but I'm your baby (Your baby)” It doesn’t matter what ophelia is. as long as she’s married to a powerful, wealthy pure-blood, she has everything she wanted, no matter what she had to sacrifice to get there.

“I once was poison ivy, but now I’m your daisy” the website i’ve been using to help me learn more ab taylor’s lyrics suggested that “daisy” here could be referencing Daisy Buchanan from the novel The Great Gatsby. i think that’s a bit of a reach, but taylor has referenced The Great Gatsby in “This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things”, and actually quoted a famous line Daisy says in her song “happiness”. Anyways, *spoilers if u actually haven’t read gatsby* Daisy Buchanan is a materialistic woman with a rich asshole of a husband who chooses money (old money oc) and status over love. This isn’t exactly like ophelia, but it’s a pretty decent parallel.

jéloïse - “Lover” (Lover)

i feel like i’m betraying my color code with this pink tbh because ravenclaw blue + hufflepuff yellow is green, but green is just not the color of this ship imo, and i just did ophelia green, so i went with pink because it’s the color of “Lover”

“We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January / And this is our place, we make the rule” i’m not sure why, but i really associate this ship with that “honeymoon phase”- young adults, living together, figuring out careers and adulthood and everything else together. it’s their time together, and they now make all the rules of their home together.

“And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear / Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?” héloïse is one of the most mysterious characters out there, no question. also, another thing i associate with these two is that everyday, each one is still learning new things about the other. even after they’ve been married for twenty years, there are still so many quirks of each other to learn about.

“Can I go where you go? / Can we always be this close? / Forever and ever, ah” aww these guys are just such cuties. jim might be a little awkward, but i can totally see him secretly hoping that he can always tag around the brilliant, French new girl. and as it turns out héloïse likes to be in the company of the cute, sweet hufflepuff boy as well.

“We could let our friends crash in the living room” back to them as young adults- to me, they are those steady high school sweethearts that attend reunions together, and keep in touch with friends together. i imagine them as the marshall and lily of hogwarts legacy (cue u telling me that you’ve never seen how i met your mother).

“And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you / I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all” i think the first line would apply to both of them- jim because he’s pretty unsure of himself and i feel like héloïse maybe would get a little jealous of someone flirting with jim, especially before she even realizes her feelings for jim herself. and please the second line there is just so cute, like this pairing!

“My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue / All's well that ends well to end up with you / Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover” the language barrier was a bit of a struggle, but all’s well that ends well to end up together for these two!

#i’m so sorry this took so long #they genuinely are very fun to make i really enjoy it #but they are pretty time consuming and i underestimated the amount of work i had to do these past weeks #i rly hope u like the songs i chose!!!!!!!!!!!! #bonus points if u find the gatsby references in her other songs #just kidding #there are no points #just the joy of listening to taylor #artemis hexley #sara hexley >:( #ophelia burke #jim hexley #heloise perrault #jeloise #other people’s mcs

[the-al-chemist]

The Beginning of a Symphony - Chapter 42

A/N: Jim had the first proper chapter, and he will have the last, too. We’re ending on a hopeful note.

Warnings: breaking of the most important rule of theatre. Sorry for any bad luck.

OCs mentioned: Selene Fraser and family @lifeofkaze

August 1897

It had been a relatively quiet summer, by all accounts, and the peaceful atmosphere at the Hexley family’s cottage only grew once Ethel left home to visit Selene and her grandparents in the Scottish highlands. Despite his twin sister having become marginally less tiresome in the previous few months, Jim could not say in truth that he was impatient to have her back. He was rather enjoying his serene summer without her.

Still, he was as glad as anyone to see her handwriting on the envelope of a letter delivered over breakfast one morning in the first half of August. His mother was the one to open the envelope, and she read through the several sheets of parchment it contained with a wide smile on her face.

“It sounds like the girls are having a splendid time,” she informed her son and husband, the latter of whom hummed behind his newspaper in response. “Ethel says that they saw a kelpie in one of the lochs, and Selene’s uncle has taught them the basics of whiskey-making.”

“Just what every young lady needs to know,” murmured Jim’s father. “Anything else?”

“Yes, they’re preparing a two-woman production of Macbeth to perform for the family before she leaves.”

“Dear Jove. Have Selene’s relatives not suffered enough already?”

“Apparently not,” Mrs Hexley sighed. “Perhaps we had ought to send up another gift to thank them for their hospitality.”

“I have some spare sets of earmuffs in my greenhouse,” her husband suggested. “They work against my Mandrakes, they might even be good enough to work against our daughter.”

Jim laughed into his cup of tea, and though his mother shook her head, her own lips were twitching.

“I’ll write to her grandmother later, or maybe her uncle. I understand he and his husband live with the grandparents.”

Frowning, Jim raised his head. “His husband?”

“Oh, yes. Not by law, of course, but in all other respects that’s how I would describe them,” said his mother. She looked at home an laughed. “Really, Jimmy. You should see the look on your face.”

“Well, I… I was not aware that a man might have a husband, by law or not. I did not know that men could love one another, not in that way.”

“A great many people can love one another in many different ways with no power over how they do it. That is the beauty of love. The heart knows what it wants, and all one has to do is have the strength to follow it.”

“I suppose that you are right, Mamma.”

“Your mother is always right, Jim,” said Mr Hexley, and his wife kissed the top of his head before leaving the room. He watched her do so, and once she was gone, added under his breath, “Or so she keeps telling me.” He lowered his newspaper and fixed Jim with a peculiar look. “On the subject of love, did you manage to pluck up the courage to ask that young lady if she would be interested in courting you?”

“Er, in a way… Yes, I suppose I did.”

“And? Will you be courting her any time soon?”

Jim lowered his eyes to the table as he pictured the look on Héloïse’s face when he had told her that she was beautiful, the feeling of her lips on his own when they had kissed on the staircase and the movement of her dressrobes as they had danced together in the Great Hall afterwards. How she had been bathed in moonlight with her hair as black as the night sky, her eyes filled with hope and her voice honey-sweet when they had sat at the top of the astronomy tower and each said three words that had been so simple and yet so very meaningful, all at once.

“Father,” he said eventually, not even trying to keep the smile from his face, “I think that I will marry her one day soon.”

His father nodded slowly.

“In that case, I shall have to up my prices,” he said, and with that, he returned to his newspaper.

Jim continued smiling as he looked out of the window. Outside, the sun was shining, and the wildflowers were in bloom. It was beautiful. Later, he would draw them - perhaps he would even use colour, the way Brady had taught him - and send the picture to Héloïse. For now, however, he was content just to look, to keep the sketchbook she had given him tucked away in his breastpocket, and feel his heart beat against it through the fabric of his clothes. No one else knew that it was there, but he did. He knew what lay close to his heart, he knew what his heart wanted, and he knew that he had the strength to follow it. He had already begun to follow it, and he would continue to do so soon.

Soon.

One day, soon.

#the beginning of a symphony #jim hexley #hogwarts legacy

[endlessly-cursed]

HL- Jesse Seymour

"𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙮, 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩."

Name: Jesse Isaiah Seymour 

Nicknames: Jess, Isa 

Birthdate: 25th of September, 18XX

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn 

Personality Type (MBTI): INTP 

Blood Status: Pureblood 

Nationality: British 

Physical Appearance

Hair: Blonde 

Eyes: Blue 

Height: 1.98m 

Weight: 86kg 

Body Type: Strong, well-built 

Skin Tone: White 

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): he has a birthmark with the shape of a star on his back 

Background

Hometown

The Seymour manor was a big, illustrious household that has been around since Jacobean times, and it was big enough to fit the big family alongside the staff, made of gold, pastel colours and with some rooms renovated with the style of the era, having Baroque, Rococo and Regency styles spread all over the house. Jesse loved his house and was his safe place for a long time. 

Family

Mother: Alice Seymour, neé Bulstrode 

A shy, reserved and quiet woman, she was from a minor pureblood family who was in need of wealth to widen their prestige, and with Alice, named after Queen Victoria’s most beautiful daughter, Princess Alice of Hesse and by Rhine, for she was as beautiful, with golden curls and sweet blue eyes, she quickly enamoured her future husband, Albert Seymour, and the two of them married soon enough at the age of 20, a succesfull marriage that ended up in eight childre, though her last child, whom she was going to name Christopher, died of influenza at the age of four months, which made her more protective of her only son Jesse. 

She ensured her daughters married someone of prestige that they liked well enough and thus made her a Grandmother of the Wizarding World. 

Father: Albert Seymour 

A rich, handsome and newly pureblood man, he was extroverted, intelligent and had a vision that put him ahead of everyone else. He was sorted into Gryffindor and soon fell in love with his future wife, Alice Bulstrode, whom he courted since the age of fifteen and married soon after graduating, a successful marriage that cured slowly Alice’s speech problems as they grew closer and the pregnancies grew more frequent. He thought that his baby daughter Julia would be the last, but fearing for his son, he asked Alice for one last child, a boy, so they’d have a spare spare were something to happen to Adelaide or Jesse. A son, Christopher, was born, but he was highly sickly and Alice was by then thirty-three. Her body was not the same, after 16 years of constant pregnancies, and soon gave up after the boy contracted influenza, and decided that it was time to place their trust on their firstborn daughter and only son. 

Sister nº1: Adelaide Seymour 

Intelligent, pragmatic, witty and bold, Adelaide was the firstborn daughter, and, for a long time, the heir to their fortune should Alice not sire a boy, and thus was educated accordingly, and as two more sisters came, she got more clear that she’d be the their... until her brother was born. She never resented him for it, though and helped in his education, and was the one to remove his speech problems later in life. She was a Ravenclaw and eight years older than Jesse. She became a Lesgislator at the Ministry. 

Sister nº2: Blanca Seymour 

Equally beautiful, shy, aloof and with a sweet demeanour, she was sorted into Hufflepuff and was one of Jesse’s favourite sisters, and he related easily to her, and despite her being six years older than him, the two of them kept a close bond. She later became a tutor for pureblood children 

Sister nº3: Clementine Seymour 

Smart, beautiful, corageous, ambitious and cunning, she was the first of the famous Seymour sisters to be sorted into Slytherin and chased away the bullies of his sisters and brother, earning a reputation. She later became a Hit Witch and was four years older than Jesse. 

Sister nº4: Dana Seymour 

The very image of her sister, Dana had an ethereal beauty, and was as cunning, loyal and highly ambitious, if not more than Clementine, She was very much her father’s daughter and overprotective of the youngest sisters and would become Chief Warlock, and was two years younger than Jesse. 

Sister nº5: Ellen Seymour 

Bold, corageous, independent and always knowing what she wanted, she was sorted into Gryffindor and played Quidditch as a Keeper, she was one of Jesse’s references as a child and always admired her, wishing to be more like her, despite being four years younger than him. 

Sister nº6: Nimueh Seymour 

Lively, vivacious, cheerful and optimist, with a sweet and loving nature, she grew up as the baby of the family, especially after the death of baby Christopher, overprotected and mostly in the company of her eldest sisters and her brother. 

Hogwarts

House: Hufflepuff 

Best Class: COMC, Charms and Herbology 

Worst Class: Divination 

Boggart: The dead bodies of his sisters 

Riddikulus: Their sisters do a badly done Irish dance 

Patronus: Golden retriever 

Patronus Memory: Nadia kissing his cheek for the first time 

Mirror of Erised: Having a loving family with Nadia, his family with them 

Amortentia (what he smells like): Animal fur, new books, citrus, cologne and a whiff of eau de cologne 

Amortentia (what he smells): Eau de cologne imperiale, orange blossom, wood, leather and soap 

Career

11-18: Hogwarts student 

20-28: Mazoologist apprentice 

30-64: Mazoologist

65+: Retiree 

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: His family, animals, Nadia’s happiness 

Strengths: Kind, funny, loving, observant and soft 

Weaknesses: A bit of a dumbass, shy, struggles to speak, can be clueless and blushes way too easily 

Stressed: Around pureblood supremacists and during exam season (he does not do well under pressure, my poor cutie) 

Calm/Comforted: In Nadia’s arms, with his family and animals 

Favorites

Colors: Yellow, pastel green, orange, white and baby blue 

Weather: Sunny 

Hobbies: Reading, learning about all kinds of creatures and spending time with his family 

Fashion: Jesse dresses simple and neatly, showing off his easy-going nature 

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Nadia Estelle Erbland ( @gcldensnitch​ ) 

Jesse met Nadia on their fourth year, during the sorting ceremony, and he was awestruck by her beauty and air of mystery. Though he was too shy to talk to her, he did stare at her wistfully and from a respectful distance, until he had to save her from an angry Hipogriff that Professor Falcon trusted him with. In that moment, she finally noticed him 

They chatted often and got to know the other, and she often flirted with him, making him blush easily, and he helped her adapt at Hogwarts and the language, and he opened up about his family. In their sixth year, he expressed his feelings and wish to court her in the annual Christmas party Lady Gray threw and both of them started courting instantly. 

They got married two years after graduating and soon after, their first child, a daughter, would be born, and four more would follow. 

Nadia was dearly loved by the Seymours and became an honorary member in no time, stealing everyone’s hearts, as well as Jesse would do with the Erblands. 

They lived a happy, fulfilled and loving marital life, supportive of each other and their children. 

Friends: Jim Hexley ( @the-al-chemist​ ) 

Both boys found amusing and curious how similar they were: both with a shy nature, struggled to speak and had their own ways to vent, alongside with feisty sisters and falling in love with mysterious Ravenclaw women, both boys bonded and became fast friends, often joking that they were the twins, not Jim and Ethel. 

Lyle Astor ( @cursebreakerfarrier​ ) 

Lyle and Jesse were both rather similar too, though Lyle didn’t struggle with speeches and could come out of his shell more often, but was also shy and had a tendency to blush rather easily. The boys were often mistaken as brothers, thing that amused them both. They respected each other very much and were always a part of each other’s lives 

Lysander Mercury ( @slytherindisaster​ ) 

Though very different from each other, Lysander helped Jesse with his confidence and speech problems, as well as to wind down and have some fun and even cause some mischief. He was the one who introduced him to some poetry and Quidditch, and Jesse vowed to repay him for it. Though he had to glare and smack him on the back of his head for staring at his sisters 

Maxwell Pembroke ( @unfortunate-arrow​ ) 

Maxwell helped Jesse be a better Quidditch player and to get in shape, bonding over having younger sisters and being raised by matriarchs. They were fast friends and even after Hogwarts, Jesse supported his friend by going to his matches and cheering for him. 

Galen Stagg ( @cursebreakerfarrier​ ) 

During his training as Mazoologist, he’d befriend this acquaintance and fellow Mazoologist Galen and bond over many things and exchange tales of their beloved ones, and Jesse’s money would be a great help for him to buy his sanctuary and would work with the Staggs for a long time, both being great friends as adults. 

Honourable Mentions: Henry of Alderly (dormmate) @gaygryffindorgal​ 

Rivals: None (who’d want to antagonize this angel?!) 

Trivia

He learned French with help of Lys after he first talked with Nadia so she wouldn’t be homesick 

He is very strong and well-built, and since the age of 15 started to gain muscle, thing that did not escape some girls of his year and younger one’s notice 

He struggled to keep up with dense and heavy subjects, but thankfully, Nadia was there to help him 

During many years, as everyone noticed that Jesse spent time with girls in a ‘non-manly way’, they picked on him, calling him a ‘sissy’ 

When he walks with Nimueh in his arms, every elder woman and mother come in to him because, ya know, world’s biggest female magnet (a handsome young man with a baby in his arms) 

Nadia woke his thrist for knowledge and be braver 

His favourite authors are Jane Austen and Shakespeare 

Because of his sisters, he became a hopeless romantic 

He wrote poetry for Nadia 

His father’s a busy man, so taking care of the house befalls to him, task he gladly takes and proves to be diligent and a good leader to the house 

He’s the cousin of Marcellus Throne, for his aunt married into the family 

#hphl #hogwarts legacy #oc: jesse seymour #nadia erbland #jadia #jim hexley #lysander mercury #maxwell pembroke #galen stagg #lyle astor #jesse x nadia #adelaide seymour #blanca seymour #clementine seymour #dana seymour #ellen seymour #nimueh seymour #oc profile #character sheet

[thatravenpuffwitch]

Character Profile — Zella Cleary

Full Name: Zella Morrigan Cleary

Nicknames: Little Zella, Zelly

Birthday: 6th July 1883

Blood-Status: Muggleborn(ish)

Gender Identity: Female (she/her)

Sexuality: Heterosexual, mostly

Nationality: British

Hometown: Dunsworthy-in-the-Moor, Dartmoor, Devon, U.K.

Personality

MBTI: ESTP (The Entrepreneur)

Strengths: Resourceful, determined, curious, observant, bold, passionate, energetic

Weaknesses: Naive, impatient, melodramatic

Interests/Hobbies: Dueling, quidditch, confections, making mischief, fairy tales, plays

Appearance

Faceclaim: Florence Pugh

Height: 5ft 3in

Build: Small, stocky, broad shoulders

Hair: Dark honey blonde

Eyes: Hazel with a ring of green around the pupil

Skin: Fair

Defects: A thin white scar on her neck from dueling with a Grindelwald supporter.

Style: Growing up, Zella often wore hand-me-downs from Ethel and Ivy, resulting in a somewhat eclectic style. Her personal style is on the feminine side, but she favors practical lace up boots and men’s outerwear… resulting in a somewhat eclectic style. She likes pretty things but doesn’t fret over a bit of mud (or a chocolate stain).

Witchcraft

Wand: Aspen wood, unicorn hair core, 10 3/4” and bendy flexibility

Wand-quality aspen wood is white and fine-grained, and highly prized by all wand-makers for its stylish resemblance to ivory and its usually outstanding charmwork. The proper owner of the aspen wand is often an accomplished duellist, or destined to be so, for the aspen wand is one of those particularly suited to martial magic. An infamous and secretive eighteenth-century duelling club, which called itself The Silver Spears, was reputed to admit only those who owned aspen wands. In my experience, aspen wand owners are generally strong-minded and determined, more likely than most to be attracted by quests and new orders; this is a wand for revolutionaries.

Animagus: Crow

Patronus: Hummingbird

Boggart:

As a child: Being laughed at and taunted by her older cousins.

As an adult: The dead body of her daughter.

Riddikulus:

As a child: Her cousins preform the chicken dance for her.

As an adult: She can no longer repel a boggart.

Amortentia (what does she smell like?): Candied fruits, jasmine, amber

Amortentia (what does she smell?): Coffee brewing, blueberry muffins, clean linen

Magical Abilities: Skilled dueler

Hogwarts

House: Hufflepuff

Best Subjects: DADA and Charms

Worst Subjects: History of Magic (in terms of grades) and Divination (in terms of enjoyment)

Third-Year Options: Care of Magical Creatures and Divination

Extracurriculars: Dueling Club and Hufflepuff Quidditch team

Quidditch Position: Beater (Y3-7)

Adult Life

17 – 32: Pro-Dueler

33 – 38: Dueling Instructor

35 — present: Founder and owner of Sugarplum’s Sweet Shop in Diagon Alley

Relationships

Mother: Emmeline Cleary (née Mudge) — A muggle seamstress, and younger sister to Florence Hexley and Frances Anders.

Father: Benedict Cleary — An Irish-born squib who owns a pub in the nearby village and likes to serenade his patrons on the weekends.

Grandmother: Morrigan ‘Morri’ Cleary — Grandma Morri is nearly completely blind, a talented weaver of fabrics, tapestries, and carpets, and the rumor is that she’s part banshee (a rumor she’s never confirmed or denied).

Cousins:

Ethel Hexley @the-al-chemist — Zella likes to help Ethel and her best friend, Selene Fraser @lifeofkaze (who is Zella’s very good friend too, of course), with their pranks. Although Zella admires Ethel for more than just her troublemaking schemes, the rest of their family was relieved when Zella was sorted into Hufflepuff with her other cousins.

Jim Hexley @the-al-chemist— Due to Ethel’s influence, Zella used to think Jimmy was rather dull. She likes to tease him, but he looks out for her anyways. Zella loves it when he indulges her requests for drawings.

Ivy Anders @kc-and-co — Zella adores Ivy because she does not treat her like a baby and includes her in things. Ivy is the person Zella goes to for comfort and advice.

Best Friend: Cecily Selwyn — Despite Zella and Cecy being sorted into different houses, they became fast friends after sitting together in the back of the History of Magic classroom during their first year. They are fierce, lifelong friends, and eventually become family when their children, Florence and Lugh, marry in 1940.

Love Interests:

Fred Clark — A muggle who Zella met at a pub in London. They had a brief, but passionate relationship before he left to fight during the First World War and was killed in action. She cared for him a great deal, but never got the chance to tell him she was a witch or that he was a father.

Theseus Scamander — Fellow Hufflepuff and Head Auror of the British Ministry of Magic. Theseus and Zella dated as young adults, but eventually parted ways when they started putting their individual ambitions ahead of their relationship. They lost contact for several years, during which time Zella has a daughter and retires from dueling. They reunite when Zella is recruited by Dumbledore to help bring down Grindelwald. Finding that their priorities are more aligned and romantic feelings between them are still strong, they eventually get married.

Daughter: Florence Hopper (née Cleary) — Born in 1915, Florence attended Hogwarts as a Ravenclaw. Compassionate, determined, and intelligent, she became a respected Lawyer, eventually rising to the level of the Wizengamot. This was one of the reasons her family was targeted during the First Wizarding War, resulting in her death in 1978. She is the paternal grandmother of Jacob and Ellie Hopper.

Pet: A little barn owl named Peanut

Additional Links

Zella’s Playlist

#zella cleary #character profile #hphl #hogwarts legacy #hufflepuff

[slytherindisaster]

Full Name: Lysander Felix Mercury 

Nicknames: Lys (most people)

Birthday: April 1, 18—

Zodiac: Aries 

Blood Status: half-blood

Gender Identity: male (he/him)

Sexuality: heterosexual, bi-curious

Nationality: British 

Hometown: Castle Combe, England

PERSONALITY

Myers-Briggs Type: ENTP (The Debater)

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Strengths: Charismatic, playful, optimist, intelligent, passionate, ambitious, determined, observant, confident

Weaknesses: Sarcastic, humorous, impulsive, temperamental, competitive

Interests/Hobbies: painting/drawing, writing, reading

APPEARANCE 

Lysander has an ability to change his appearance due to him being a metamorphmagus. This is how he appears most of the time. 

Faceclaim: Leonardo DiCaprio 

Voiceclaim: Joe Dempsie

Height: 5ft 10in / 177cm

Build: average, in hogwarts more on the muscular side due to playing quidditch

Hair: blond, straight

Eyes:  blue

Skin: fair

Body Modifications: n/a

Scars/defects: n/a

Fashion:

WITCHCRAFT 

Wand: Spruce, unicorn hair core, 11,5  inches, slightly springy

Spruce wands required a firm hand because it often appeared to have its own ideas about what magic it ought to be called upon to produce. However, when a spruce wand met its match, who was a bold spell-caster with a good sense of humour, it became a superb helper, intensely loyal to their owners and capable of producing particularly flamboyant and dramatic effects.

Animagus Form: n/a

Patronus: brown hare

Boggart: A mirror but the reflection is distorted and he can't recognise himself

Riddikulus: The mirror breaks and it's pieces turn into colorful confetti

Amortentia

what does he smell like to others?: lemon, fresh cut grass, new parchment, butterscotch 

 what does he smell?: clotted cream, honeyed whiskey, polished wood, the dew on morning grass

Favorite Spells: Hurling hex, Silencio

Misc. Magical Abilities: Shapeshifting; Apparition

HOGWARTS 

House: Hufflepuff 

Best Subject: Charms, Flying

Worst Subject: Herbology

Third Year Options: Care of Magical Creatures, Astronomy, Divination, Study of Ancient Runes

N.E.W.T.s: Charms, DADA, Potions, Care of Magical Creatures, Ancient Runes, Transfiguration 

Extracurriculars: Art Club

Quidditch Position: Keeper — 3rd to 7th year

AFTER HOGWARTS 

18—26: Journalist for The Daily Prophet 

26—30: Freelancer Illustrator 

30+: Founder & Editor in Chief of The Mercury Gazette

65+: Retiree 

RELATIONSHIPS

Father: Benedict Castor Mercury

Mother: Adelaide Rosalie Mercury (née Fawley) 

Younger Brother: Evander 'Evan' Leon Mercury

Pets: n/a

Dormmates: Jim Hexley @the-al-chemist; Anthony Rosen @unfortunate-arrow; Lyle Astor @cursebreakerfarrier; Jesse Seymour @endlessly-cursed

Best Friend: Jim Hexley @the-al-chemist

Friends: Gabriel Sapieha, Josephine Edwards, Laurent Yaxley; Anthony Rosen, William Devlin, Maxwell Pembroke @unfortunate-arrow; Bradford Pendleton, Oliver Gerard, Siobhan Llewelyn @kc-and-co; Gwendolyn Archeron @thatravenpuffwitch; Arthur “Teddy” Ellison, Liore Harewood, Galen Stagg, Emerson Page @cursebreakerfarrier; Reuben Willows @that-scouse-wizard; Danny Gibson @catohphm; Vinny Raymond @hogwartsmysteryho;

Love Interest: Ethel Hexley @the-al-chemist

Rivals: Ethel Hexley @the-al-chemist , Selene Fraser @lifeofkaze

FAVORITES

Color: gold

Food: pumpkin soup

Flower: sunflower

Drink: elderflower wine

Book: The Turn of the Screw by Henry James

Music: tbd

Season: spring

template credit to the lovely @thatravenpuffwitch <3 

#IT'S FINALLY HERE #lysander mercury #hphl #character profile #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #hufflepuff #happy birthday lys <3

[graphicpolicy]

Wizard Beach #1

Publisher: BOOM! Studios Writer: Shaun Simon Artist: Conor Nolan Colorist: Meg Casey Letterer: Mike Fiorentino Cover Artists: Main Cover: Conor Nolan     Incentive Cover: George Schall Price: $3.99

When Hexley Daggard Ragbottom sets off to find his Uncle Salazar, he expects to find the most powerful wizard of the modern age. Instead, he finds Uncle “Sally” only wants to kick back, relax, and stay clear of any kind of wizard politics. So how is Hex supposed to become a great wizard if all the adults are too lazy to teach him?

Shaun Simon (The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys) and Conor Nolan (Jim Henson’s The Storyteller: Giants) present a humorous look at magic, family and just kicking back.

Wizard Beach #1 preview. How is Hex supposed to become a great wizard if all the adults are too lazy to teach him? #comics Wizard Beach #1 Publisher: BOOM! Studios Writer: Shaun Simon Artist: Conor Nolan Colorist: Meg Casey…

#boom studios #comic books #Comics #conor nolan #george schall #meg casey #mike fiorentino #shaun simon #wizard beach

[lifeofkaze]

Selene Fraser - Written Works

SHORTS

The Rescue Mission (feat. Ethel Hexley, Alan the Ferret)

Pile of Leaves (feat. Ethel Hexley)

Silence (feat. Ethel Hexley, Victoria Summer)

Lost in a Corn Maize (feat. Ethel Hexley)

Umbrella (feat. Ethel Hexley)

An Explosion of Scent (feat. Ethel Hexley, Victoria Summer)

Something Wicked This Way Comes

A Very Hexley Birthday (feat. Ethel and Jim Hexley)

In-Laws (feat. Ethel Hexley)

Flight or Fancy (feat. Ethel Hexley, Lysander Mercury)

Post-Hogwarts

A Bouquet of Wildflowers (feat. Eliot Gerard)

Don't You Trust Me? (feat. Eliot Gerard)

Wild Flower

Lullaby for a Stormy Night

Death Comes to Deadwood (feat. Eliot Gerard, Wild West AU)

MISC

Meet the Frasers/Jamesons

Fraser Lineage Challenge: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

#hphl #hogwarts legacy #selene fraser #a lifetime of adventure #masterlist