#reva amari

[the-al-chemist]

•°☆Tis I, the Soup Fairy!☆°•

*trips and falls onto your balcony*

As it is wobu wed eve (like my naming convention?), I shall bestow upon ye last week's question so you may participate again tomorrow. Twice the fun!

What texture does your character absolutely hate? What about it makes their skin crawl?

My shared braincell with @lifeofkaze decided that we both needed to do some little vignettes for these asks, so here’s one featuring one of her kids as well as my own.

So Smooth…

It had been the warmest day of the year so far, and even now that the sun was setting, the air remained muggy. Reva had changed her mind about which dress to wear three times before eventually settling on a silk slip dress with thin straps in a grey colour that seemed to take on a silver hue in the light. She checked her eyeliner in the mirror before she put it on, the material sliding effortlessly down her body that it almost soothed her nerves. She hoped that the rest of the night would go so smoothly.

When she arrived at the gastropub Dante had chosen for their date — their first date, though the idea of going on a first date with someone she had known for years and already slept with twice was fairly ridiculous — she found him sitting on a table in the garden, the bright colours of his patterned shirt meant that he stood out from around the crowd.

He stood up as she approached him, a smile spreading over his face. “Don’t you scrub up well?”

“Rude.”

“You look fantastic,” Dante corrected himself. He leaned towards her, one hand moving to her waist, his lips towards her cheek. Before he kissed her, however, he abruptly stopped and moved backwards. “Shall we sit?”

Reva frowned, but she did as Dante suggested. He seemed almost twitchy as he took his seat. Maybe he was nervous. Certainly, there was something almost anxious in the way he quickly rubbed the hand that had just touched her waist rubbed against his shorts before picking up his menu. She decided not to say anything, and picked up her own.

The mood shifted as soon as they started to talk. The moment of awkwardness was soon forgotten, and they began to banter and laugh like the old friends they were. The drinks were freely flowing, the food was good, and the company even better. Reva was becoming increasingly at ease, and once their chairs had shuffled close enough together, she leant against Dante, happy to share his personal space and feel his body close to hers.

But, it seemed that the feeling wasn’t mutual. As soon as her side brushed against his arm, Dante shifted in his chair so that she wasn’t touching him at all. When she moved her leg to rest next to his, he moved away again.

Reva had never been one to mince her words. She stared at Dante in disbelief, and told him:

“I don’t have germs, you know.”

“That’s not true, everyone has germs,” replied Dante. He laughed in a self-effacing way that annoyed Reva even more.

“So, what’s with you flinching away every time I try to touch you? Do you not want to do this anymore, or—”

“What? No!” Dante shook his head. “Sorry, it’s just… This is going to sound so stupid.” He grimaced. “It’s your dress.”

“My dress?” Reva looked down at the offending item. “What’s wrong with my dress?”

“Nothing, it looks great, I just…”

Reva stared, dismayed, as Dante’s whole body shuddered, right down to the tips of his fingers. She could have sworn he almost gagged.

“It’s the feeling of it,” Dante continued, once he’d almost composed himself. “That material.”

“Silk?”

“Ugh, yes. It’s horrible.”

Before she could stop herself, Reva let out a loud laugh. “That’s ridiculous. Silk feels lovely. It’s so soft, see here.”

She took the hem of her dress and tried to touch it to Dante’s leg. He jerked away from her so quickly that he almost fell off his chair. Reva laughed again.

“It’s just silk. It’s not going to hurt you.” She ran her hand over the material, from the level of her ribcage to her hip, her expression deliberately coy. “See, it’s so smooth and silky.”

“No, it’s slimy and I hate it.”

One of Dante’s fingers was raised as if in warning, and his eyebrows were raised so high that it made his whole face look comical. Reva giggled to herself, before reaching out to touch his tattooed forearm with her hand, being sure not to let any part of her dress make contact with his skin.

“So, how’s this for a solution?” she asked. “We pay the bill, and go back to mine so I can slip into something more comfortable?”

Dante relaxed. He nodded his head, and Reva removed her hand before adding under her breath:

“Or maybe I’ll just forget the clothes altogether…”

#worldbuilding asks #🍲 #Dante lopez briarwood #Reva Amari #revante #first date fail

[endlessly-cursed]

fankids appreciation week 23: co-parent appreciation

ottilie enfield, daughter of odessa avery ( @cursed-herbalist ) & kit enfield ( @potionboy3 )

grace of alderly, daughter of cora hastings ( @camillejeaneshphm ) & henry of alderly ( @gaygryffindorgal )

cleo hexley, daughter of jacob hexley ( @the-al-chemist )

emmeline & lucy devlin, daughters of josie edwards ( @slytherindisaster ) & william devlin ( @unfortunate-arrow )

wilhemina stagg, daughter of siobhan llewellyn ( @kc-and-co ) & galen stagg ( @cursebreakerfarrier )

caitlin doherty, daughter of mathilde coventry & lachlann doherty ( @hphmmatthewluther )

reva amari, daughter of lizzie jameson ( @lifeofkaze ) & orion amari

Less: It seems like yesterday when we started talking and you posted Abe & Oscar's profiles and I remember being one of the first to interact with, and ever since you've been such a kind and patient friend and I see you now as some sort of big sister, deal with it 🫶🏻 thank you for deciding to join our little community, because your presence is just what we needed ❤

Annie: It's not a secret that I was at first intimidated when I started following you: you had such compelling characters and cool af videos and here I was, a little guy! But I am so thamkful of having talked to you through Sara and convinced Gryff for you to join our chat, even though you're not there anymore. I treasure our friendship and you and Gryff are now my oldest sisters 🫶🏻 Gryffie wedding when!!!

Gryff: I was intimidated by you too ajhsjssj. You had such cool gifs and content and interesting characters, and I had just started into the OC x OC world, but being your friend during these past years has been a true boon, and I hope to have gained an oldest sister who I can count on and have either a laugh or a very deep conversation. Te quiero, hermana 🫶🏻

Persie: Who would've thought I'd grow to love you so much and become such a close friend? To me, you're the little sister I've always dreamt of having. We can go from making fun of each other, to argue and then proceed to simp for our ocs and blorbos. Thank you for being an awesome friend and being there for me when I needed it ❤ J'et aime, cherie

Al: I've always looked up to you as a writer and a person, and despite being a bit intimidated by you as well, you have turned out to be a great advisor and inspiration for me! Also, you're officially the adventurous wine aunt 🫶🏻 I hope we can do something ourselves in the near future (i'm not exaggerating when I say it'd be a dream come true 🫶🏻)

Lily: Though, because of irl stuff, we haven't interacted much, you were always a great and supportive friend and I constantly feel inspired by you, not to mention that I found a fellow Choicenator here! (even tho chonces is now a dumpster fire but it's ours) and I always remember you fondly 🥺🫶🏻 love uuuu

Arrow: You gave me the impression of someone who was stoic, but once I got to know you through our two ships, getting to know your passionate side, your humour and your wicked wit has been a delight and I look forward to see what you're up to and start writing Aderva's story and get to share it with you 🤎

Kate: We have interacted little (I'm socially awkward and crap at managing friendships :c) I'm constantly in awe with your writing and creativity, and I always learn something new about you and from you, and it is such a privilege 🫶🏻

Sky: You were one of the first people to approach me, and getting to know you through our ships and the chat has been a privilege. You were responsible of me joining the fandom and I'm always in awe with your creativity and how passionate and intelligent you are, and I hope we can get up to more shenanigans together, even if lately we haven't been good at catching up 🫶🏻 you will always have a special place in my heart for showing me the best community ever 🥰

Guzma: You have been the surprise of the year! Getting to know you, talk to you through vc and creating our own verse in the founders era and our 2 am chats have been the highlight of my 2022-2023 and I look forward to getting up to more mischief with you 🫶🏻

Kaze: I think you're the one user I was most intimidated by 😅 you are such a big and respected blog, for a while I didn't have the courage to talk to you, but finding out how sweet, friendly and fun you are has been such a privilege! Like with many others, I'm always learning from you, as well as giving me inspo and motivation to better my writing and as a person 🥰 I look forward sharing something with you! I know I'll have a blast 🥳

Honourable mentions:

@cursedvaultss Alys: You're still new here, but show much promise to our little family! You're so sweet and creative, and I know that soon you'll get far here 🫶🏻 looking forward seeing what you'll do!

@nicos-oc-hell Nico: At first I was unsure of how to proceed with you, but finding out how many things in common we have and your killer sense of humour have been a great surprise! I am always laughing or smiling when I talk to you, and I feel very safe with you 🫶🏻

@mjs-oc-corner Mo: At first I was a bit afraid of talking to you, but you've proven to be funny, badass, super sweet and one of the greatest friends I've got here and, despite having little interactions, I treasure them all just like I treasure you ❤ love uuu hermanita 🥰

@that-scouse-wizard JD: Tbh, I was even more scared of talking to you (I struggle to talk to men in general ksjdjsmaks) but these past months you've been the funniest, sweetest and one of my best surprises this year, and Flossie and Frediette have my entire heart 🫶🏻

@kathrynalicemc Lari: Last but not least, you're probably one of the closest friend here, and talking to you makes my day. You've become very special to me and getting to share stories and shenanigans with you is always a boon to me ❤ thank you for being the absolute best and so you know, te quiero muchisisisisímo, mi mas querida hermana 😘

#ottilie enfield #grace of alderly #cleo hexley #emmeline devlin #lucretia devlin #wilhemina stagg #caitlin doherty #reva amari #founders era #hphl #fbawtft #ww1 era #magic awakened #fankidsaw23 #mine*

[lifeofkaze]

The Sorting Ceremony

A/N: Written for the September prompt of @hp-12monthsofmagic OCs mentioned/featured belong to @thatravenpuffwitch (Rylie and Pat), @the-al-chemist (Rory), @that-scouse-wizard (Robin) and @usernoneexistent (Zola). Thank you for letting be borrow them!

The Great Hall was abuzz with noise. Hundreds of voices drifted up towards the starry canopy of the enchanted ceiling, the floating candles bobbing up and down slightly with the air’s subtle movement basking the hall in a warm, welcoming glow.

There was much to talk about after six full weeks apart, and the students of the four long house tables running the length of the room were mingling, catching up with those of their friends and classmates whom they hadn’t seen on the Hogwarts Express already. 

Dylan wasn’t one of them. It wasn’t like he didn’t have any friends to share his summer adventures with; he had plenty - or, what he considered plenty - and most of them were currently gathered at the Hufflepuff table, discussing their break. 

Dana Parkin, his childhood friend and godsister, had come over from the Gryffindor table, bringing some of her friends (of whom she had too many for Dylan’s taste) with her. She was talking with Rory McTavish, a loud, grating Gryffindor from Dylan’s year, and Rylie Hopper-Lee about her aunt’s latest plans for the Wigtown Wanderers when Rylie leaned suddenly to the side, whispering to Dylan. 

“What’s up?” she said, tilting her head curiously. “You’re so quiet.”

Dylan made a nondescript noise, sinking deeper into his seat. “It’s nothing.”

“You sure?” 

“Yeah.”

She didn’t look like she believed him, and Dylan had just opened his mouth to reassure her again that he was fine, when a hush ran through the Great Hall and Headmistress McGonagall rose from her seat in the centre of the staff table. She clapped her hands twice, and the room fell silent. 

“Attention, everyone. The Sorting ceremony is about to commence. All students return to their respective house tables, please.”

Her eyes lingered on the Gryffindors still occupying the Hufflepuff table for slightly longer than the rest, and Dana and her friends quickly shuffled away. Dylan watched them go with a sinking feeling to his stomach. Not much longer now. 

The great double doors to the Great Hall flew open, and the massive silhouette of Rubeus Hagrid, the Care of Magical Creatures professor, appeared in the doorway. Not much could be seen for a moment, the wide frame of his shoulders blocking most of the view.

“Come on then.” 

He waved his plate-sized hand above his shoulders and walked towards the staff table, in front of which a plain wooden stool had been set up. On it, a battered brown hat was sitting, the fabric creased and wrinkled with age.

The muttering that had branded up with the appearance of the Sorting Hat ceased again as a group of children entered the hall, huddling together like a flock of ducklings behind their giant, moleskin-clad mother. A cold autumn wind had been sweeping the grounds earlier, and the anxious faces of the first-years were flushed as they peered at their surroundings. 

They shuffled along and into the Great Hall properly, forming a haphazard line on their way to the raised pedestal where the Sorting Hat was waiting for them. 

One girl - small, scrawny, and with a wild shock of dark brown curls - pushed to the front. Dylan followed her with his eyes as she strutted past him. She caught Dylan’s eye, sticking her tongue out at him. Next to him, Rylie leaned in again.

“Was that…?” 

“Reva, yeah,” muttered Dylan in response. “Where’s Patrick?” 

“Let me see… over there!” Rylie exclaimed brightly, waving to a young boy towards the end of the line. Rylie’s brother timidly raised his hand and waved back, looking slightly green in the face.

“Can you believe they’re here?” Rylie sighed. “I swear they were babies only yesterday.”

“They’re only a year younger than us, Ry,” Dylan said flatly, eyes sweeping over the rest of the first years. “It was us in their place last year.”

“Makes it even stranger. I can’t imagine not being at Hogwarts anymore, and now Reva and Pat are here, too! Aren’t you excited?”

Excited wasn’t really how Dylan would describe his sentiments at Reva attending the same school as himself. His mother would probably tell him to not be so dramatic, his father to embrace his feeling of imbalance and by acceptance find his inner peace… or something like that. But neither of them was here, and neither of them knew just how peaceful his year without Reva had been. One entire year without the constant threat of being pranked, one entire year without her screaming in his ear about who and whatnot and making all of his days loud, hectic and intense. 

“What do you think?” Rylie broke him from his gloomy thoughts as the first-years lined up before the Sorting Hat and Professor Flitwick stepped forward with a scroll of parchment in his hands longer than he was tall. “What house are they going to be in?”

“Gryffindor,” Dylan said immediately. “Reva’s going to be a Gryffindor.”

Rylie looked at him sceptically. “How can you be so sure?” 

“Trust me. If you knew Reva, you’d say the same.”

“Don’t you want her to be in Hufflepuff? Both your parents were, weren’t they?”

“Yes.”

“There you go, it’s family tradition. Wouldn’t that be fun?.” 

Dylan snorted. “Yeah, sure.” 

“Anyway, I have no idea where the Hat’s going to put Pat,” Rylie smiled over Dylan’s dark look. “I don’t see him as much of a Slytherin, but he’d make a great Puff, and he’s really clever, too.”

“Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, then?”

“I don’t know,” Rylie shrugged. “Or Gryffindor, who knows?”

“Yeah,” echoed Dylan. “Who indeed?” 

Up front, where the new students had assembled, the Sorting Hat stirred on its stool. One of its creases began to move, the shadows on the fabric reminiscent of a weathered, age-worn face. Its bodiless voice boomed through the Great Hall, filling every last corner with its sound.

Many heads I’ve seen That goes without say. I’m here to Sort the new ones So let’s not cause delay. Into Gryffindor you may go, Where they are brave and true. Chivalrous and bold If that appeals to you. Or maybe Hufflepuff’s the place Where you feel like you belong. Loyalty and hard work Is the essence of their song. Ravenclaws are studious And with a ready mind. If you have the wit it takes They will be your kind. And lastly, there’s Slytherin, Who are cunning rather than loud. If you aim for the stars You will fit in with this crowd. These are your choices, This is the song I wanted to sing. Now let us not dawdle And let the Sorting begin.

Dylan’s eyes rested on the back of Reva’s head as the Sorting Hat fell quiet. She was bouncing, probably with a mix of impatience and excitement, and Dylan found that his foot had begun doing the same. The conviction with which he had told Rylie that Reva was going to go into Gryffindor wasn’t as strong as he had made it seem. Both their parents had been in Hufflepuff, after all, and he was, too. It would make sense. What if the Sorting Hat would think the same?

Pushing the thought aside, Dylan swallowed heavily. At least they would know soon. 

Sure enough, Professor Flitwick hadn’t even begun reading yet when Reva began to move, pushing past the few students still in front of her.

“Albatross, Zola.” 

Reva stopped abruptly as another girl stepped forward, dark-skinned and with a head of close-cropped, raven-black curls. The Sorting Hat was placed upon her head, and after a moment, it opened its mouth and boomed out: “Slytherin!”

The girl slid from the stool and walked over to the cheering table at the far end of the Hall. She sat at its very edge, watching her surroundings with a guarded expression.

“Amari, Reva.” 

Dylan’s stomach gave a painful tug as his sister climbed the dais. Her eyes, which had rested on the girl who had been Sorted before her, were fixed straight ahead. With a cocky smile, she pushed herself up onto the stool and the Hat slipped over her eyes. It almost seemed to swallow her as it sunk in on itself, quivering in a movement that reminded Dylan of laughter. Then, it straightened itself out, and the crease in its centre widened to something resembling a grin.

“Gryffindor!”

The table next to the Hufflepuffs burst into applause. Dylan saw Dana raising her hands clapping, hollering as a grinning Reva took a seat next to her. She already seemed perfectly at home, as if she couldn’t possibly belong anywhere else.

“You were right, good job,” whispered Rylie next to Dylan. He nodded absentmindedly.

“Seems like it.”

Logically, there had been no doubt Reva would fit anywhere but with the Gryffindors. Watching her and Dana chatting between themselves now, however, gave him a strange, sinking feeling that he couldn’t quite place.

In the midst of his musings, Reva suddenly looked up from whatever it was that Rory McTavish was telling her. Catching Dylan’s eye, she wiggled her eyebrows and made a funny face. Sighing, Dylan looked away, his odd sense of disappointment dissolving as quickly as it had come. 

The Sorting continued, and after “Willows, Robin” had been placed into Gryffindor as well - much to Reva’s delight and Dylan’s growing sense of dread - and Headmistress McGonagall had delivered her speech, the plates in front of them filled with all the delights the kitchen had to offer, and his musings were forgotten. 

Dylan was still happily filled with mashed potatoes, peas and Treacle Tarts when he left the buzz of the Hufflepuff common room later that evening and made his way toward Gryffindor Tower. He waited until the enchanted staircase swung his way and climbed it towards the landing, where Dana was already waiting for him.

“How did you like your first feast without getting Sorted?” she smiled broadly as she fell into step beside him.

“Better than last year.”

Dana laughed breezily. “I can imagine.” 

“How about you? Glad you’re back?”

“Always,” Dana said, her eyes flashing. “There’s so many things that happened during the summer. So much to catch up on, and seeing what electives everyone has chosen and comparing the timetables and… what?” she tilted her head when a look of relief crossed Dylan’s face. He blushed.

“Nothing.”

“No, what is it?”

“So, nothing’s… happened yet?”

Dana frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You know, with Reva and all.”

At that, Dana had to laugh out loud. “She’s only been here for a couple of hours, Dylan. What did you expect, that the castle would burn down?” 

The thought had crossed his mind but Dylan figured that he needn’t tell Dana that.

“I just mean, with her and Robin Willows both in the same house, there’s bound to be trouble,” he shrugged, trying to sound as nonchalant as Dana obviously felt. “One of them is chaos, but together, they’re mayhem. They got banned from sharing a room at Quidditch camp this summer.”

Dana’s eyebrows shot up. “Isn’t the owner Reva’s godmother?”

“The only reason they didn’t get sent home.” 

Dana’s smile wavered, if only a little. She made an impatient gesture with her hand. “Don’t worry, everything will be fine. You’ll see. This is Hogwarts. I’m sure it has seen worse than two eleven-year-olds with a couple of explosives.”

Dylan stopped dead in his tracks. “A couple of what?”

“Like I said, don’t worry,” Dana said, patting the bulging pocket of her skirt. “I got everything under control.” 

“Where are Reva and Robin now?” 

“They left to explore some time earlier.” Dana sounded thoughtful. “I hope they’ll make it back before curfew. This place can be a maze.”

Dylan shuddered at the thought of Reva and Robin prowling the castle unsupervised, but it wasn’t them that he was concerned for. 

“You’ll have an eye on them, won’t you? Make sure nothing bad happens.”

“To her, or because of her?”

“Both.” 

Dana gave him a half amused, half doubtful look but nodded her head, and Dylan already felt lighter for it. He bade Dana goodnight when they reached the portrait hole leading into Gryffindor Tower, and with a renewed spring in his step, he made his way back towards the dungeons. 

He didn’t make it far. He had just entered the corridor that would lead him to the Great Hall, its walls lined with ancient suits of armour, when a strange, high-pitched whizzing sound caught his ear. Alarmed, Dylan jumped to the side, just in time to avoid the bright green, sharp-toothed Fanged Frisbee that was hurtling towards his head. 

The impact of his movements sent him hurtling into one of the pieces of armour. The ancient suit began to topple, and before Dylan knew it, it came tumbling down around him with a resounding crash and clangour. 

Hysterical giggles came from the far end of the corridor, and when he pushed open the visor of the helmet that had landed square on his head, two little girls were standing there, doubled over with laughter.

“Happy new term, Sir Dylan,” cried Reva between fits of laughter, making her friend Robin Willows howl as she wiped a tear from her eye. “This year is gonna be great!”

And with that, they were off, their raised voices still audible long after they were gone. 

Dylan sat on the ground for a moment longer before he freed himself of the armour pieces and arranged them in a neat pile next to their socket. Sighing deeply to himself, he buried his hands in the pockets of his trousers and continued on his way back to the dungeons.

This year was going to be great, indeed. 

#hpma #hp magic awakened #magic awakened #next generation #hp next gen #dylan amari #reva amari #hp12mom #oh look #fandom me is still alive

[usernoneexistent]

Seeing as they share the same Patronus (I only saw that now, wow), how about a Flynn x Reva crackship?

Oh boy this was a fun one. The two of them would get up to the dumbest shit with naturally Reva leading and tricking Flynn into her shennagians and Flynn allowing her to do so (when he finally realises what she's up to).

#crackship ask #flynn nowak #reva amari

[flareshogwarts]

Anything’s Possible

Finally, here is my contribution to @hp-12monthsofmagic 12 month challenge!

I actually had planned something completely different, but the idea for this short story came to me spontaneously, which is also the finale to the story from me and @whatwouldvalerydo about our HPMA Ship Phil and Scarlett!

Little Reminder: Phil had a drunken One Night stand with a unknown Hufflepuff Girl, who then brags about it and wanted to make Scarlett jealous.

You can read the last part here

But who thought Phil would react like this? He shows a new side of himself. Well..anything is possible.

Mentioned: 

Scarlet Tempest (belongs to @whatwouldvalerydo )

Reva Amario (belongs to @lifeofkaze)

Rory McTavish (belongs to @the-al-chemist​ )

!!!Warning!!!:

Mention of NSFW

Teenager Hormones

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3 weeks have passed since the incident with Phil and the Hufflepuff girl. Scarlett wanted a duel after they met, but thank God Phil dissuaded her.

Everything seemed to be going as usual and the whispering about Phil slowly diminished. Much to Phil's relief. He tried to hide it, but the rumors about him bothered him more than he initially thought. Most just giggled, a few snapped a few jokes. Phil didn't care. Worse were those who now thought they should approach Phil, ask him out, or ask straight out for details. Phil wasn't used to this kind of attention and he didn't like it either. So he had decided to wear flashy cosplays to the next Quidditch matches (much to the chagrin of Rory and Reva, who had to help him with crafts in the Gryffindor common room on several occasions). When Phil commented on the Darth Maul cosplay at the penultimate game of the season, he was definitely that weird nerd that people prefer to avoid again. And he preferred it that way. In this role he felt comfortable.

But one person didn't give up. The girl, whose name Phil still didn't know (he didn't even care anymore), kept telling about how she seduced the Quidditch commentator and how Scarlett threatened her afterwards. Most of it was made up for it and the friends had their hands full trying to keep Scarlett from going after the girl.

It was one of the nicer days and Phil was sitting in the courtyard in the blazing sun. Reva mumbled something about "getting some color" and ignored Phil's argument with an air of posh pallor. So Phil let the sun in for 10 minutes before going back to his room. He has yet to finish the secret project…. Reva watched her mate from a shady spot and looked like she was about to fall asleep again. While Phil was pretending to read his book, he was already planning to put sugary frills on Reva's robes. In revenge, of course, for the sun's rays.

But something else now drew Phil's attention. The girl just entered the courtyard and spotted Phil. Oh no...why is she approaching him now? Phil quickly jumped up and wanted to go in the other direction, but two other students blocked his way. Here's what you get for going out terraforming your island in Animal Crossing! Thanks Reva!

With a sigh, Phil turned around and saw the girl standing in front of him with her arms crossed. Reva had already got up in the meantime and wanted to rush to Phil's help, but he waved her off. Was he up to something?

The girl started talking, "Well, don't you think it's about time?"

"Time? For what?" replied Phil dryly.

“Ask me on a date of course! The whole school knows what happened and of course it's your job now to ask me out."

Phil didn't reply. He had to process and sort through first what the girls just said now. Now why did she think they would go on a date? The girl seemed to interpret his silence as shyness and so she continued unconcernedly.

“Listen, I don't know what that bitch Scarlett told you, but it's clear that she's keeping you on a long leash. She is a men-eater and always will be. Throw herself at anyone who even asks for it. You should be grateful to me that it was me who saved you from her. She just took advantage of you and you're being too friendly. She's so pathetic."

The girl and her friends giggle, not realizing they've gone a step too far. Phil had no problem with being insulted, told lies about him, or dismissed as a freak. But never badmouth Phil's friends. Especially not Scarlett.

Phil's entire posture changed, as did his charisma. The girls had no idea what was about to happen, but Reva saw her friend like she had never seen him before. Phil's expression didn't change, but his expression was hard and his eyes were cold. He felt an emotion that he rarely felt like this. Phil Baker was furious.

"The only pathetic person here is you."

The giggling stopped immediately and the girls looked confused at Phil. Before the counterattack could be launched, Phil continued.

"Tell me, are you kinda in love with me? Your obsession with me and this one night stand is almost pathological. Maybe you should get it checked out. How pathetic and boring does your own life have to be if you're so preoccupied with mine or Scarlett's? Don't you have better things to do or are you really that stupid? You found out everything about me and I don't even know your name!"

The students present in the courtyard all stopped and watched the current events spellbound. People had never seen Phil like this before. His normally calm and relaxed voice has given way to a razor-sharp, almost aggressive voice. And was he always this big? Phil's whole body was tense. He never looked so big and dominant. He stared at the groups of girls in front of him like a lion and didn't blink once. He slowly walked towards the girl while she backed away.

"I want to tell you something now. You annoy me more than a bug in a new EA video game. You are pathetic, annoying and have an obnoxious character. WHY should I go on a date with YOU? I'm not a masochist! You've been annoying me and my friends for a month."

By now he and the girl had reached the wall of the school building and fear was written all over the girl's face. Phil's words were barely more than a whisper now.

“You stay away from me and my friends from now on. And if I hear you say one bad word about Scarlett or give her a silly look, I swear you'll regret it."

With that, Phil took a step back and spoke in a louder, more relaxed voice.

“Besides… I think you overestimate yourself. Yes, we had sex. You've been talking about this for 4 weeks, so I seem to have stuck by quite a bit. I, on the other hand, can't remember anything. You don't seem to have made a lasting impression."

A cheeky grin crossed Phil's face as the girl's face flushed red from the laughter from the others. The eyes filled with tears and the girl ran away crying. Her friends still followed her, pale-faced.

Phil relaxed again and ran his hand through his hair. He hasn't been this angry in a long time. He didn't even notice that someone had been watching him the whole time...

Reva walked up to Phil and patted his shoulder, laughing, "I didn't know you could freak out like that. My respect."

"Last time I was so angry when the top laner in LoL used to kill me as a jungler."

And by then it was gone. Phil's cool demeanor.

“I mean how are you supposed to jungle if you don't get gold for items. And without the bow, Grag is..."

Before Phil could finish his sentence or Reva could roll her eyes in annoyance, someone grabbed Phil's wrist and pulled him away. It was the person Phil that was watching the whole time. It was Scarlett.

She dragged the surprising Phil down a few aisles, ignoring his questions. When she was sure they were both alone, Scarlett turned and pulled Phil closer and kissed him, eyes closed. She didn't want him to see how red they are.

Phils head starts spinning while the kiss. He didn't expect the kiss itself, nor the intensity. But he sensed that Scarlett was upset and returned the kiss. It took a while for the two to break the kiss and they both looked at each other for a few seconds.

Phil would have loved to ask questions, but he knew Scarlett too well by now. He wouldn't get any answers and he realized - it was okay with him. Phil loved this difficult girl just the way she is. On the other hand, Scarlett knew she didn't owe Phil a question and answer. He accepted her as she is, even though she didn't really know who she was by herself.

Scarlett broke the silence and with a look at Phil she said, "Thanks."

And that was the end of the matter for both of them. Much between the two was unspoken and would remain so for many years to come. But they are teenagers and not perfect. And yet there's nothing Phil would change right now.

Regaining his casual and relaxed demeanor, he put his hands in his pockets and gave Scarlett a crooked smile.

“I have to sit in the sun for 6 more minutes. Would you like to read through the latest Valorant patch notes with me?”

"Not really, but you'd tell me later anyway. And why in the sun? What about your noble pallor?”

Phil laughed, "I told Reva that too."

And so they both went back. Back to the place in the sun. Back to their everyday life.

#12 month of magic #hpma #hp12mom #harry potter #hogwarts #magic awakened #Temper #Phil Baker #scarlett tempest #Phil x Scarlett #reva amari #rory mctavish

[that-scouse-wizard]

Day 1 - The First Day

Day 1 of @cursebreakerfarrier‘s back to school challenge. Characters mentioned here belong to @thatravenpuffwitch and @lifeofkaze.

For many it was just another day at King’s Cross Station, muggles from all walks of life going about their business. A seldom few noticing an unusually high number of people pushing carts through the station that more often than not had an owl in a cage as part of the luggage.

For young Nick Willows, it was his first time at the station and while normally he would have been looking around to take in the sights properly. However, there was something far more pressing that was causing a knot of anxiety in his gut, today would be his first day of school. While the shopping at Diagon Alley had kept him preoccupied, now that he was actually approaching the platform, the reality was starting to set in.

His twin sister Robin was far more enthusiastic as she rushed on ahead, their father just about keeping pace with her. That left Nick with his own cart as well as his mum, who was laughing at the other two’s enthusiasm, racing towards the gap between platform nine and ten. An old flare of competitiveness lit up in her as she began to push the cart a bit harder, that was before realising Nick wasn’t enthused with the idea.

She took a quick glance at the clock, they had time before the Hogwarts Express would depart, “Stop a moment, Nick.” Merula gently commanded, the two of them and their luggage quickly coming to a halt. Even as David noticed them stop, Merula made a gesture to go ahead, largely to stop Robin accidentally careering into someone.

She got down to his level, “What’s wrong?”

“What if I don’t like it at Hogwarts?” He asked quietly, she gave him a puzzled look.

“Now why would you think that?” There was a pause in his response.

“I dunno…” Nick admitted, trying to find the words as he mumbled, “I might get homesick.” Merula’s look softened, even though the school would provide them with temporary accommodation, it wasn’t the same as their home in Wimbourne.

“I think you’re nervous,” She said, her tone full of understanding, though needed to think for just a moment as she thought over her answer, “You know, Hogwarts isn’t so bad. After all, it’s where me and your dad met.”

“That’s true.” Nick admitted.

“And,” Merula continued, “You also already know Dylan, and Reva is joining this year too. We’re always going to be there, so will Robin.” That got a good-natured groan out of Nick. Chuckling at that, Merula reached into her bag, producing a small yellow bag of sweets with multicoloured people every colour of the rainbow on it.

Nick perked up at the sight of the jelly babies as his mother explained, “We were going to give you them when we got to school, but you know what I think? Have a few now and keep them in your pocket, share them out, you might make some friends. And if that doesn’t work…” She briefly unlocked the chest containing his books, taking out a sleek leatherbound book titled Dragons, in Theory and Practice by Reuben Willows.

With that, he took the bag and book, happily munching on a few sweets with the book under his arm. They only paused as they finally reached the entrance to platform nine and three quarters. The platform itself was in full swing, thronging with students both new and old. The last calls for luggage ringing out.

With the time catching up with them, Nick was quickly ushered onto the closest carriage with a last minute reassurance that his mum would handle his things. Though he felt somewhat better, finding a place to sit was starting to be a daunting prospect. He scanned each room he came across, some empty, some occupied at some point even happening upon Robin who was chattering with Reva Amari.

“Nick!” He heard as he passed by room further along the hall, coming from Dylan Amari, “You looking for a spot?” With Nick nodding, he gestured to join him and his two companions. One, a blonde girl who seemed closer to Dylan’s age than Nick. The other dark-haired young boy who offered Nick a brief smile.

“Is that a copy of Dragons, in Theory and Practice?” The other boy asked eagerly.

“Yeah, I’m even related to the author if you can believe it. Do you like dragons too?”

The other boy’s jaw had dropped open at that, “No way, you’re a relative of Reuben Willows? I love his books! Oh, I’m Patrick by the way.”

“Nice to meet you,” Nick greeted, “Jelly baby?” He asked, taking the bag out of his pocket.

The other three soon took him up on his offer as steam rose into the air, the engine letting out a hiss as the train began to move on to Hogwarts, Nick began to feel that everything would soon be alright for him.

#harry potter magic awakened #nick willows #robin willows #rylie hopper-lee #patrick hopper lee #reva amari #dylan amari

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

Black Femme Character Dependency Dark Skin Directory || Characters Masterlist Pr. 1 (A-J)

A

Abbie Mills | Adelaide Wilson/Red | Agent 355 | Agura Ibaden | Aleesha Morrison | Alexa Brandt | Alexandra Crane | Allison Sawyer | Amanda Stern | Amari Peters | Amber Bennett | Amie Sammuelson Conde | Amina Ramsey | Amy Bellafonte | Anaya Imanu | Angel Dynamite | Angela Abar | Angela Goddard | Angela Moore | Angela Vaughn | Anissa Pierce | Anita Fthe13th | Annalise Keating | Annie Keller | Annie Pearson | Antigone | Aphasia | April Sexton | Apocalypta | Arabella | Artemis | Ashley Banks |  Ashley Collins | August King | Ava Coleman | Aya Al-Rashid | Ayo | Azima Kandie 

B

Barbara Howard | Becca Palmerstone | Beckett Mariner | Becky | Becky Todd | Bella Crawford | Belle Newman | Betty | Billie the Reaper | Bilquis | Bisma | Blackfire | Bo | Bobbi | Bow Kid | Bree Matthews | Bumblebee

C

Caprice Winters | Carmen Eguiluz | Carol | Carol Lockhart | Carole Clarke | Catherine Halliday | Catty Noir | Celeste Bisme Lyons | Celie Johnson | Chantelle Blades | Charlotte Page | Cherise | Chondra Unkrich | Clash | Claudia Grant | Cleo Sowande | Cleopatra Jones | Cobra | Coffee | Cocoa Cookie | Coco Conners | Coco Monvoisin | Condola Hayes | Conny Spalding | Cressida | Cynthia Rose Adams

D

Daisy Grant | Damita | Dana Mythical Quest | Darli Dagger | Dayna Mellanby | Death of the Endless | Deja Pearson | Delilah Benson | Denise Hayworth | Denise Johnson | Diana Freeman | Doc McStuffins | Doctor Slone | Donna Siren | Donna Meagle 

E

Ela | Elektra Abundance |  Elena Felton | Ella McFair | Elzora | Enchantress | Erin Cortland | Esi Jiwe | Esther Hopkins | Ethel Peabody | Evangeline Williamson | Eve Doll 

F

Fanta | Farah Black | Felicia | Foxxy Love | Fringilla Vigo

G

Genevieve Quik | Georgiana Lambe | Girl 6 | Grace Hitchens | Grace James |  Grace Monroe | Grace Ryder | Grace Sienar | Grace Walker | Grandmother 

H

Hailey Collins | Hallie McDaniel | Hanna Lovecraft | Hannah Grose | Hannah Steale | Harley Hidoko | Harper Bettencourt | Harriet Lennox | Harriet Tubman | Hattie Mitchell | Hazel Levesque | Henriette | Hippolyta Freeman | Holly | Honeybear | Hunter | Hunter B 15 

I

Ikora Rey |  Imane Bakhellal | Imani | Imani Izzi | Indra | Inquisitor Reva | Irene Federic | Iridessa | Iris Watkins | Ironheart | Isis

J

Jack Starbright | Janai | Jane Amphibia | Jane Hayward | Janie Egins | Janine Teagues | Jasmine TD | Jasmine Davis | Jean Peterson | Jennifer Sisko | Jenny Jackson | Jenny Pizza | Jessica Crashing | Jessica Williams | Jill TUA | Jinna | Joana Coelho | Joanna Crawford | Jodie Landon | Jojo Williams | Jolene | Jonelle Abraham | Jordan Armstrong | Jordan Moore | Josie McCoy | Juanita Benson | Judith | Julia Freeman | Juniper Andromeda | Justine Dancer

...

I ran out of time. LOL. I’ma work on it tho...

I got 2 jobs. Sometimes, I’m not gonna have the things I intend to bring.\

If anybody want me to tag them whenever I finish actually making this list, just leave it in the replies and I’ll tag everybody once I finish K-Z characters, hopefully before the month is over. 

#BFCD Dark Skin December #Black Female Characters Masterlist #Black Female Characters #dark skinned beauty #Girl That's Queuedt #December #tags masterlist #BFCD Masterlist #neshatriumphs #blackfemmecharacterdependency #source: blackfemmecharacterdependency #List will be updated as needed #A-Z #BFCD DS Directory

[thatravenpuffwitch]

HPMA Appreciation Week • Day 4 • Favorite Ships

For @endlessly-cursed’s event. I didn’t get a chance to put this together the other day, but better late then never eh? There are so many fantastic ships in the community and here are the first few that came to mind for me.

Jack Whitten and Sage Carridan (@unfortunate-arrow @kc-and-co) ; Reva Amari and Dante Lopez Briarwood (@lifeofkaze @the-al-chemist) ; Roe Malinda and Declan Rovere (@gaygryffindorgal @potionboy3) ; Phil Baker and Scarlett Tempest (@flareshogwarts @whatwouldvalerydo)

#hpmaaw #hpma #jage #revante #roeclan #temper #my edits

[unfortunate-arrow]

Who are the maids of honor and/or best men? Why and how were they chosen?

Which one proposed? Was it grand and public? Discreet and private? Was it expected?

One for Jage and one of MaxIvy. Totally your choice!

2.) Which one proposed? Was it grand and public? Discreet and private? Was it expected?

Max proposed when they were nineteen and it hit him that Ivy had made the decision to follow him, in many ways uprooting her whole life to be with him… at least, that’s how it felt to him. Max proposed very discreetly and privately, taking advantage of a quiet moment between the two of them. It wasn’t entirely expected, but Ivy had suspected that Max was going to do something fairly big. She just hadn’t been convinced that it was, in fact, a proposal.

7.) Who are the maids of honor and/or best men? Why and how were they chosen?

Jack’s best man is, unsurprisingly, his brother, Benedict. It was an easy decision to make. Ben has been by Jack’s side through everything. They’re twins and who else would he choose to be his best man?

Sage’s bridesmaids are Thea Whitten, Poppy Easterbrook (@cursebreakerfarrier), Noa March (@thatravenpuffwitch) and perhaps Reva Amari (@lifeofkaze). Thea was chosen because she is Jack’s cousin and one of the first friends that Sage ever made at Hogwarts. Poppy and Noa were chosen because the three of them make up the Ravenclaw roomies… all of whom are married or engaged to a Whitten. Reva was picked as one of Sage’s close friends.

Wedding Ask Game

#maxivy #maxwell x ivy #maxwell pembroke #ivy anders #hp victorian era #hp legacy era #jage #jack x sage #jack whitten #sage carridan #hpma #magic awakened #wedding ask game: answers

[samshogwarts]

Summer break challenge 2022 -Day 3 Watermelone

Other OCs

Rory, Saffron - belongs to @the-al-chemist​

Nova - belongs to @kc-and-co

Scarlett - belongs to @whatwouldvalerydo​

Reva - belongs to @lifeofkaze

Summer break Challenge made by @usernoneexistent

It was warm! Someone should claim that there is no climate change. How else to explain this heat? Rory, Saffron, Nova and Scarlett looked for a shady place to rest after class. They had long since taken off their school cloaks and stuffed them into their school bags.

"And there's Quidditch in 3 days too..." Scarlett sighed.

"I don't think it's that bad. Gryffindor will win the trophy this year!" exclaimed Rory.

"You can also sit on the broom and have the wind!" Scarlett gritted through her teeth. "We spectators sat in the blazing sun. Who actually thought that the game session would start so early!"

Saffron chuckled, "Well, I'm looking forward to it!"

"The main thing is that Phil finally starts commenting normally... Normally nobody understands a word of what he says." thought Nova.

Phil Baker has been the commentator at Hogwarts Qudditch matches for the second year in a row. But that didn't stop him from talking in his usual nerdy way. Even if nobody understood most of it, it was still very entertaining. Unfortunately, you never knew what he was up to.

When the 4 had finally found a shady spot big enough for everyone and Rory was already looking forward to talking to the girls, a voice familiar to the group sounded. It was Reva Amari.

"Phil! That's a goddamn plain watermelon! Now eat it, but stop it!"

For a brief moment, the group considered checking, but then decided they couldn't leave Reva alone with the situation. The group followed the voice and quickly saw Phil and Reva.

Reva, like the others, wore a summery version of the school uniform, but Phil, on the other hand, wore a white tank top, tan shorts, a safari hat and a large net. Even if this sight was strange, it wasn't the strangest. The strangest thing about Phil was a huge watermelon on which Phil had apparently glued two googly eyes.

Phil exclaims in exaggerated shock, "How can you say that to Metapod Reva? He's only level 8!"

Reva, on the other hand, looked at the end of her rope: "I have no idea what a Metapod is, Phil. But it's a watermelon!"

"What's going on here again? And how do you look Phil?" drew Rory's attention.

Reva turned around, relieved. "Phil stole this melon from the Hufflepuff school garden and now he says it's some pocket mon or something."

"POKEMON! And it's a level 8 Metapod ! I'm particularly proud of the little one as he has 6 perfect DV's. Do you know how hard the DV is in Pokemon? All those eggs to hatch....." 

Phil sighed as if he were talking about a very hard job. "And don't even get me started on the real creature. That's another story altogether. In any case, at level 10, Safcon evolves into Butterfree."

"The only thing this watermelon will grow into if you don't eat it is a sludge pile that attracts flies." Nova pointed out. The others nodded in agreement.

Now it was Scarlett's turn: "What do you look like Phil. Does your outfit mean anything?"

Apparently Phil was just waiting for that question and grinned broadly: "This is the default outfit of the first generation bug collectors. I thought it would give me better base friendship stats with Metapod . Supposedly it affects Shinys.

The group nodded in agreement as if they understood what Phil was talking about. In this state, there was no point in asking Phil for details or meaning. The explanation was usually even more confusing than just accepting what Phil was saying.

For the rest of the day it was impossible to part Phil from his watermelon called Metapod anyway. He even took himself with him to class and explained to the teachers why this watermelon had to be on the table now. The teachers also gave up arguing with Phil and since the watermelon didn't bother the lesson (Phil said Metapod was just well behaved), nobody said anything. Every now and then Phil would roll the watermelon across the floor during the break and say something like " Metapod , use Hardener!" And then started giggling at himself.

Phil's friends didn't know which was weirder. That Phil was so happy and content with his own world, or that they put up with it and were still friends with him.

Days went by and friends thought Metapod the watermelon was finally done with. Because today was the day of the first Quidditch match and especially Reva and Rory were on fire. It was Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw. The Gryffindor team mounted their broomsticks and flew out onto the field. 

To the cheers of the spectators, the players flew across the field and let themselves be celebrated. Everything seemed normal until Phil's voice answered.

"That's not your god damn serious Phil Baker!" Reva yelled, apparently playing Phil's cards. He just smiled broadly.

"Welcome, dear viewers, to the first Pokemon duel of the school year!"

Slowly, eyes turned to Phil and Reva almost fell off her broom if she braked hard. Phil wore the cosplay of an anime character named Ash Ketchen and next to him lay the watermelon Metapod with a headband with yellow and black Pikachu ears.

"I'll give you primeape and frenzy in your seat right now!"

"From the looks of it, the Gryffindor Primeape is wild and ready to use Frenzy."

For some reason the audience laughed and Reva vowed to eat the melon in front of Phil tonight.

"Concentrate on the Reva game." pointed out Rory. "We have to do our best!"

"It looks like Wigglytuff, team captain, is about to give final orders to his teammates!"

Rory didn't know what a Wigglytuff was, but just from the name alone he knew he would later give Phil a head onion. And so does the game and Phil's comments.

"Uh, what a lazy person! Chansey will have something to do later in the hospital wing!" "10 points to Ragabad for that awesome Quick Attack!" "Will the Ep mean for a level up of the Habitak?"

After a while, the players knew roughly who Phil meant by what name, and so the game continued. It was an even and exciting game until Gryffindor actually managed to win in the end.

"And so the first win and Arena Medal goes to Team Gryffindor!!!" To the cheers of the spectators, the teammates celebrated each other and their victory. Later there would be a big party in Gryffindor Tower!

The team quickly changed to be at the party. However, on the way back to the castle, Rory found something on the ground. It was a magazine with the word "Pokemon" in it. No doubt this had to belong to Phil! Rory looked curiously into the magazine and Reva stood behind him curiously.

"Wait... THAT is a Wigglytuff?! Phil compared that pink cotton candy thing to me?!" Rory said.

"And I'm supposed to be this angry looking and snorting monkey?!" Reva crossed her arms in anger.

Both looked at each other and nodded. Now it was time to give Phil a proper head onion. Rory tucked the magazine under his arm and he and Reva caught up with their teammate. Everyone was in the common room quickly and, as usual, the party was already prepared. To Rory and Reva's surprise, Phil grinned at both of them in his normal clothes. 

Reva started. "Phil, we need to talk.”

"I know. Metapod has evolved!"

"No, seriously Phil."

But Phil ignored Reva, turned around, picked up a tray and turned back to his friends. A melon was cut into pieces on the tray. But the melon was colorful! Some pieces even changed color!

"I've been experimenting with spells and bewitching the melon to make it so colorful after 4 days. Should be a gift for victory. If you'd lost, it would have been a consolation melon."

Rory and Reva didn't know what to say.

"Oh the Safcon because she was so nice and green. I also spent the summer holidays with DV breeding. I had to leave my switch at home and somehow I miss breeding."

Still not, Rory and Reva didn't know what to say. Phil created a spell for her and watched the melon for 4 days to see if the spell worked. His cheeky comments during the game were forgotten and his friends smiled.

"Then we need one more for the others."

And with that, the 3 Gryffindors started eating the watermelon. 

Perfect on such a warm summer day.

#hpma #harry potter magic awakened #magic awakened #Phil Baker #summer break challenge

[the-al-chemist]

Swansong

A/N: this month’s theme for @hp-12monthsofmagic is “School’s Out For Summer”. For Zadie, school is out forever. This story sort of follows on from Acceptance, but it can be read as a stand-alone. Features Reva Amari @lifeofkaze and Robin Willows @that-scouse-wizard. Warnings: FOMO and dubious impressions of beloved characters.

The end of the summer term was close, and for Zadie Taylor-Allen, that meant she was nearing the end of her Hogwarts education. She was not yet sure how she felt about it; on the one hand she was excited to start studying at the Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts, on the other, she was anxious about leaving the safety of the school she knew and loved. She didn’t yet feel that she was ready.

It did not help matters that she was the only one of her friends who would be leaving Hogwarts that year. She was only in her sixth year, and was leaving school a year early to take her place at W.A.D.A., while the rest of her classmates would continue studying for their N.E.W.T.s without her. It was not that she wished to take the N.E.W.T.s herself — on the contrary, she hated exams with a passion — but she already felt as if she were missing out on all the the fun parts of school that her friends would get to enjoy: Quidditch matches, parties, gossiping in the courtyard, and going for excursions in Hogsmeade Village. And that was without all the traditional end-of-school events that she simply would not be able to attend, or would now have to attend alone, such as leaving ceremony on the final morning of term.

Today, the invitations for the ceremony were ready to be collected, and Zadie’s closest friends — Victoire, Reva, and Robin — had all agreed to stay behind after Charms class and wait for her to get hers.

“What actually happens at this ceremony?” asked Robin.

“Not much, it’s just boring and pointless,” Reva said, and yawned theatrically as if to prove her point. “Everyone shakes McGonagall’s hand and gets a little hat, and they give out some awards, and then do a walk down to the lake and ride in the boats.”

“What’s wrong with that? It sounds alright.”

“It is at first, but then it goes on for ages. If it wasn’t for Zadie, I’d fake a stomach ache to get out of watching it again. I don’t love my brother enough to sit through it just for him. I’ll endure it for your sake, Zee, but you should know that if I die of boredom, I will haunt you.”

“I’m sure it won’t be that bad.” Victoire looked as if she were trying not to either roll her eyes or laugh, or both. She shook her head, sending ripples through her silver-blonde hair. “I went to Teddy’s last year, and I thought it was a sweet send off, even if it did take a while. It’s a tradition, a right of passage.” Reva pulled a face, but Victoire ignored her. She turned to Zadie and smiled as she added, “You’ll really enjoy it. And it’ll make your parents so proud to watch it.”

“I hope so,” said Zadie. Her front teeth grazed her bottom lip. “I still think they’re a little disappointed that I’m not finishing school properly and doing exams and things like my sister did. Not that I’d ever do that as well as her, but still… Hopefully this will make it up to them.”

After the lesson ended and the rest of her classmates filtered out into the hallway outside, Zadie approached Professor Flitwick, her Head of House, at the front of the classroom.

“Um, Professor,” she said, and his moustache twitched as he smiled at her encouragingly. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to come and collect my invitations.”

“Invitations?”

“Yes, for the leaving ceremony. I want to send some to my family so they can come and watch, if that’s okay.”

Professor Flitwick fidgeted slightly, and looked up at her with eyes filled with sympathy.

“Oh, dear,” he said awkwardly, and Zadie felt her stomach twist. “I’m not quite sure how to say this, but…”

“Have they run out of invitations? Am I too late?”

“No, no, if anything you’re too early.”

“What?”

“Miss Taylor-Allen, I am so sorry to have to say this,” said Professor Flitwick. He really did look very sorry. “Unfortunately, only final year students are allowed to take part in the leaving ceremony.”

Zadie’s heart sank. “You mean I can’t go?”

“I am afraid so.”

“Hang on,” Reva’s voice called out from the side of the classroom, where she was waiting with the other two. They both looked sad on Zadie’s behalf, but Reva did not. She looked angry. “That’s not fair! You can’t exclude Zadie from the ceremony. It’s a rite of passage!”

“It’s a rite of passage for final year students.”

“But it’s not called a ‘final year students’ ceremony, it’s called the ‘leaving ceremony’. Zadie is leaving, so she should be allowed to go!”

“I…” Professor Flitwick sighed heavily. “I shall talk to the headmistress on your behalf, Miss Taylor-Allen. It might be that we can come to some arrangement for you. Leave it with me, and I will see what I can do.”

Disappointed, Zadie thanked Professor Flitwick, and left the classroom with her friends, who were all far more determined than she was.

“Leave it with him? As if he and McGonagall will do anything,” Reva muttered angrily. “I say we should take matters into our own hands.”

“I agree,” nodded Robin. “We can find a way to make sure that Zadie gets to go to this ceremony, I’m sure of it. Even if we don’t play by the rules.”

“Playing by the rules is for Quidditch.”

“Ain’t that the truth.”

Zadie looked anxiously at Victoire, who smirked slightly.

“Why don’t we just wait and see what the professors say?” she suggested. Reva and Robin looked affronted, and Reva opened her mouth as if to argue, but before she could do so, Victoire continued, “If they can’t solve the problem, then it’s down to us to do it for them, isn’t it?”

The other two murmured their approval, and Reva wrapped one of her arms around Zadie’s shoulder as the four girls walked down the familiar corridor together, as they had since their earliest days at Hogwarts.

“Don’t you worry, Zadie. One way or another, we will make sure that you get the final send off you deserve.”

Unfortunately, as Reva had predicted, neither Professor Flitwick nor the headmistress were able to help her with her predicament. They had both seemed apologetic about the situation, but apparently there was nothing to be done. If even Professor McGonagall couldn’t convince the school governors to let Zadie take part in the ceremony, then no one would be able to.

At least Reva and Robin had given up on their idea of finding a way to disrupt the ceremony so that Zadie could attend. She had been worried at first about what sort of chaotic plan they might be brewing — after all, she did not want to get into trouble on her very last day at Hogwarts — but as it turned out, they had not mentioned it since the first day they considered it. They might even have forgotten about it altogether.

Or so Zadie thought, until the morning of the leavers’ ceremony arrived, and she was awoken by the sound of a wooden spoon banging on a metal pot, and opened her eyes to see Victoire, Reva and Robin all standing around her bed.

“How did you two get in here?” Zadie asked Reva and Robin. She tilted her head at the wooden spoon and saucepan Reva held in her hands. “Where did you get that?”

“Kitchens,” came Reva’s answer. “We also got all these.”

She nodded to Robin, who opened her school bag to reveal an assortment of pastries.

“It’s breakfast time,” she said.

“What about going to the Great Hall?”

“No time, we need to eat now and get your trunk to the carriages ready for the ceremony.”

Zadie swallowed her mouthful of croissant. “I’m not going to the ceremony.” She looked helplessly at Victoire. Surely Victoire would make them see sense. “I’m not, am I?”

“Don’t worry. We’ve got our own ceremony planned, just for you,” said Victoire. Her lips twitched. “You’ll love it. I promise.”

Victoire’s promise reassured Zadie a little, so she allowed herself to relax and enjoy her last breakfast with her friends. Once they had finished, Victoire helped her carry her trunk to the horseless carriages that were waiting ready to transport the students to Hogsmeade station, before all three girls escorted her to the courtyard outside the Great Hall, where the leavers’ ceremony was taking place.

“Take a seat, Miss Taylor-Allen,” Victoire told her, mock-seriously, and Zadie did as instructed. She sat on the wall of the cloisters, and watched as her friends raised their wands and pointed them at their clothes.

A moment later, Robin was clad in a tatty brown coat, Victoire in a smart three-piece suit, and Reva in robes of emerald green. Zadie frowned.

“What is this?”

“It’s your leavers’ ceremony,” said Reva, in a clipped Edinburgh accent that made her sound almost exactly like Professor McGonagall. She cleared her throat. “Dearly beloved students, we are gathered here today to witness the leaving of Zadie Taylor-Allen from Hogwarts School. Miss Taylor-Allen has been a credit to the school in her time here, performing unimaginable feats, the likes of which I have not seen in my time as an educator. And I’ve been an educator for, like, fifty years.” She turned to Robin. “How old is McGonagall?”

“I dunno, maybe a hundred?”

“And I’ve been an educator for seventy years, maybe even eighty. More if I’ve been using really good moisturiser, I dunno,” Reva continued, her Scottish accent having returned, a little less convincing than it had been before. “We shall now hear from the deputy headmaster and head of Ravenclaw house, Professor Flitwick.”

“I have been Zadie’s Head of House since she was a very small and cute eleven-year-old,” Victoire said in a squeaky voice that was reminiscent of Professor Flitwick’s. “Now she is less small, but still very cute, and much better at both dancing and playing Quidditch.”

“But not so good that she stopped Gryffindor from winning the Cup this year,” Robin chipped in.

Reva nodded and beat her fist to her chest twice before raising it into the air above her head.

“Go lions,” she said, and Robin repeated the gesture.

“Anyway,” Victoire shook her head, “I, and everyone else in Ravenclaw, for that matter—”

“In all of Hogwarts.”

“— are incredibly proud of her. We are sad to see her go, but we can’t wait to see what incredible things she does once she is no longer held back by her troublemaking friends or stupid school rules.”

“Like ‘only seventh years at the leavers’ ceremony’,” said Robin.

“Or ‘no Ever-Bashing Boomerangs in the Potions classroom’,” Reva added. “Or ‘Professor Trelawney’s crystal balls are not to be used as Quaffles’.”

“Yeah, or—”

“Now, because we are time-limited,” Victoire interrupted Robin with a pointed look, “we will proceed to the end of the ceremony. When I call your name, you will step here so that the headmistress can put a hat on your head.” She cleared her throat and looked at the palm of her hand before calling out, “Zadie Taylor-Allen!”

Zadie laughed and stood up to the sound of her friends’ applause. “You haven’t actually stolen one of those hats, have you?”

Reva shook her head and held up a conical silver hat with an elastic chin strap and multicoloured ribbons cascading from the point of it. Zadie laughed harder as Reva placed the hat on her head and pulled the elastic under her chin.

“Next, Professor Hagrid will escort you to the last part of our ceremony.”

“There’s more?”

“Yeh, bu’ yeh have ter follow me ter the lake first,” said Robin. She walked away, mumbling, “I should not have said that.”

They walked down the cliff path in single file, Robin loudly imitating Professor Hagrid the entire duration of the journey. When they got to the bottom of the hill, they paused on the lakeshore, where the wooden boats that they had taken to the castle from the station on their first ever night had Hogwarts were waiting for the final years on the pebbled bank.

“Pick one.”

Zadie blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Pick a boat,” Reva told her.

“What for?”

“To ride back across the lake, duh!”

“I can’t do that,” Zadie shook her head. “I can’t steal a boat. Victoire, tell them!”

But Victoire was on Robin and Reva’s side.

“It’s not stealing, it’s borrowing,” she reasoned. “And you deserve to have the same boat ride as everyone else.”

“But—”

“What are they going to do, put you in detention? Expel you? You’re already leaving!”

“And you’re leaving on one of these boats. We won’t take no for an answer. So pick one.”

There was no point in arguing; Zadie had learnt the hard way that when all her friends had made a decision, there was no way that they would change their minds. So, she looked at the boats and pointed to the one nearest the boat house. The girls cheered and set to work, carrying it to the water’s edge and into the lake itself, standing shin-deep in the water and holding it still for Zadie.

“Your chariot, milady,” said Robin. Zadie giggled, and with one final, cautious look back at the castle, joined them in the water.

It was ice cold, and soaked through her trainers and socks. She shivered, and took hold of Reva’s hand to step into the boat, which bobbed and rocked under her feet. Once she had sat down, the girls gripped the sides of the boat.

“Ready?”

“No, wait,” said Zadie. She bit her lip. “I just… Thank you. For this, and for everything. You guys are the best. You’re the best friends I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah, and we’re going to be your best friends for ages yet, so don’t start getting mushy,” Reva warned. “Victoire’s eyeliner isn’t waterproof.”

“Well, I didn’t think we’d be actually getting in the lake…”

“Also, we need to go. McGonagall’s coming.”

At Robin’s words, the other three girls looked up at the lake path, where the real Professors Hagrid and McGonagall were leading the seventh years down to the lakeshore. Zadie’s friends’ hands tightened on the sides of the boat.

“On three,” Victoire said decisively. “One…”

“Two…”

“Three!”

In perfect unison, Reva, Robin and Victoire pushed hard on the little wooden boat, which began to glide away through the water, small waves rippling away from its bow as it cut through the gleaming surface. The sunshine reflected on the water and warmed Zadie’s face, and a gentle breeze stirred her hair. Behind her, her friends were clapping, hollering, and laughing, and Zadie found herself laughing too, even as the headmistress strode across the pebbled shore towards them, a stern look on her face. But she did not look nearly as disapproving as Zadie had seen her look before, and behind her Professor Flitwick was giggling and… was that a single tear of joy tumbling from the gigantic eye of Professor Hagrid?

Clearly, none of them were that angry, and even if they were, it was too late. Zadie was gone, Zadie had left, Zadie was untouchable now.

Above her, a group of long-necked white birds had taken flight, the image of them reflecting on the surface of the lake and causing a familiar melody to play in her head that she hummed to herself as she sailed away from Hogwarts, ready to take to the next stage in her life.

She was ready.

#Zadie Taylor Allen #victoire weasley #Reva Amari #Robin willows #hp next gen #hp12mom

[endlessly-cursed]

A crackship for either Caro and Cecilia or Mary Ann and my devil girl Reva?

How come is so hot in November? That's right! Because Cecyn and Revann have arrived!! 🥵 i love this concept and them in general, bye

#asks #ask games #crackship asks #oc: cecilia balinor #carolyn nyberg #cecilia x carolyn #oc: mary ann von deyne #reva amari #mary ann x reva #myedit*

[lifeofkaze]

Gimme a 10 for Jaz, Lizzie and Reva 💛

My favourite set of girls 💛

10: What does your character wear when they stay home all day?

Jaz loves herself some yoga pants because they don't obstruct her endless urge for movement and pair *perfectly* with her endless array of band and touring shirts - only some of which actually belong to her.

Lizzie never got rid of the old Hufflepuff jumper she got herself in her final year of school. Good thing any fit can be adapted with a little ✨magic✨

Reva could and would stay in her underwear all day but it's getting cold in Scotland. Her second-best option is a black, paint-stained hoodie she's had since she can remember. It's so big that she almost drowns in it but that's half the charm, isn't it?

#ask game #writer asks #reva amari #lizzie jameson #oc: jaz kingston

[usernoneexistent]

A/N: Hi, so welcome to the first stories in a mini series collaboration (name still in progress) that I’m doing with these wonderful ladies; @lifeofkaze and @the-al-chemist. Since this is a side project, there is no schedule so just be prepared for us to post our stories whenever and once all of them are posted, it will compiled into one master post.

Characters mentioned are Zadie - @the-al-chemist and Reva & Dylan - @lifeofkaze​.

Warnings: Anxiety, Learning differences - specifically dyslexia.

"Mr Ludwig, we really should stop meeting like this in my office all the time," The woman gave a stern look behind her round spectacles. This was Duncan's thirtieth (don't hold him on that) time this year alone.

Duncan caused some trouble again, more specifically, a prank on a group of third years this time.

He thought it was brilliant, truly. He and Duncan Ashe brewed up this new potion they had been working on for weeks. He wanted to brew this potion that combined a strong odour with an explosion. Not enough to properly harm someone but enough to give a fright. They had to be careful about the dosage, or else Duncan would end up well, like Duncan. It had been tested earlier that it was safe to use on others. With a combination of success and a bit of luck, some unfortunate Slytherins were the test rabbits. While quickly hiding in the cracks of the corridor wall in his octopus form. He revelled in the squeals and gags of younger students.

What he hadn't accounted for was the tabby cat watching him the entire time. Once the students left, he had left his haven, crawling to the floor. What a sight it must have been for anyone passing by. He heard a cough from behind which turned out to be Professor McGonagall, who watched the squeals in front of the third-years. Thus he ended up in the headmistress' office.

"Ja, vee should," The boy, slumped in the chair, said nonchalantly.

She sighed, "Usually for this behaviour, I would put you in detention however it seems you learn nothing there. On the contrary, you cause even more trouble."

"Zat ees a problem, Professor McGonagall," Duncan retorted back, proving her point.

"Indeed it is, that's why I have thought of something that could help you in what you lack." She said confidently.

Curious now, Duncan leaned in, "Vat ees it zat I lack, Professor?"

"Responsibility, Mr Ludwig." The headmistress states. The sixteen-year-old boy tilted his head in confusion, "I heard from your head of the house, during your career options interview, he mentioned that you have no clue what you want to do when you leave Hogwarts," She clarified.

"So, Professor," He shrugged, "Vy does it matter? I have all zee time in the vorld."

"Maybe you feel that way now but in ten, twenty years' time, will you still be pranking people? Who will pay your rent and your taxes?" She asked, clearly provoking the boy to use what's inside his head, in that thick skull of his, "These are things you may not have to worry about now but once you leave Hogwarts, it's a tougher world than you think."

"I haven't sought about it zat vay," Duncan gulped but kept his chill composure.

"Which is why you'll be helping out your fellow Prefects, since they seem to actually care about their future. They are currently busy studying which means you can help them with tutoring your fellow Ravenclaws." Professor McGonagall shrilled.

"Vat! Vy me?" He exclaimed.

"You said yourself, you have all the time in the world," She retorted.

Duncan was perplexed by the type of punishment. It doesn't sound like a lot of fun, that's for certain. He will be starting tomorrow after three o'clock for three students. Now that Duncan thought about it, he hardly knew the younger Ravenclaws. He was too busy throwing dung bombs and filling the boys' bathroom with frog soap to take in their faces and names.

The next day, he decided to see if he could join Tarragon and Zola for lunch instead of sneaking into the prefect bathroom to hang out with the resident ghost, Duncan Ashe. Duncan noticed the blue-haired girl from a distance at the Hufflepuff table, ogling at the hippie-dippie boy that was also Reva's brother Dylan not far from them.

"You vill burn a hole srough his head if you keep staring at him like zat," Duncan dryly commented as he sat opposite the two girls.

"But he's too cute not to notice him," Tarragon pouted.

"Tarra, I sink zee only people zat find him 'cute' is you and a flobbervorm."

Zola almost choked on her sandwich, holding back tears. Her muffled laughter slowly echoed loudly through the great hall.

"Zozo!" The Hufflepuff conveyed her Slytherin friend a look of annoyance. The girl struggled to swallow her food down but eventually managed with the help of water, "I'm sorry but that was just too funny!"

Tarragon eventually cracked a small smile but was still clearly upset about her crush being teased.

"Ludwig, are you gonna come with us to Hogsmeade?" Zola offered.

"I can't," He says curtly. He knows that McGonagall would make his life harder than it already was if he doesn't show up tomorrow.

"What did you do this time?" The girls asked simultaneously, suspecting that the school prankster was probably in some more trouble as expected.

"I have to tutor some younger students," He said as he sipped his beverage. The girls bursted out laughing, clutching their stomachs as if their sides were ready to burst open, "Ja, ja. Make fun of it all you like," He rolled his eyes.

Tarragon got a grip of herself first, "Sorry Duncan, it's that we want to make fun of you, but it's just so unexpected."

Always the diplomat, Tarragon. Duncan wasn't offended by it. He was aware of the absurdity. The only person who Duncan was ever so slightly terrified of them learning about his punishment was Reva. He feared that Reva would not shut up about it and run amuck.

"Tarra's just being nice," Zola smirked, "I actually think it's funny."

“Of course you do,” He rolled his eyes again.

***

Duncan met up with his prefect who usually partakes in the tutoring, and gave him a schedule. She seemed thankful for him helping her out. She probably didn’t get the memo that this was his punishment. She handed him a list to show when and where he to meet up. He only had to cover for three juniors. His first one was Zadie Taylor-Allen. Whom he was meeting up in the potions classroom down in the dungeons to aid with potions.

A girl was waiting patiently, her curly hair tied up. She looked around clutching tightly to her books. He approached her briskly, “Are you Sadie Taylor-Allen?”

“Um, it’s Zadie actually,” She said in a low voice, slightly shaky. He was certain that he said Zadie but mumbled out a quick apology.

“I’m Duncan Ludwig, I don’t sink ve’ve meet,” He introduced himself, offering out a handshake. Zadie reluctantly shook back, “No, we haven’t. I thought your name was Ludwig?”

“Happens often, I don’t care vat you call me,” He shrugged. Someone back in the first year who thought Duncan wasn’t a German enough name found his surname to be cooler and thus majority started to call him Ludwig instead, “Are you sure vee haven’t met before?”

The younger girl shook her head in response, evading eye contact.

He clasped his hands together, “So…let’s get started I guess. Vere are you now viz your studying?”

“We were studying wideye potion,” Zadie answered. Duncan raised his eyebrow in surprise that she struggled with such an easy potion. Although he was thankful that he knew that one off by heart.

She placed her books and laid out the 3rd year potion textbook alongside her notebook and quills. On top of that, her cauldron was ready too. Duncan realised how underprepared he was; he brought absolutely nothing, “Vat do you normally do during your studies?”

“Sometimes I practise in the potion classroom,” Zadie said, a little louder and less shaky, “But I need more help with my essays and written work.”

“Ah, okay um…let’s start viz…the practical zen,” Duncan was winging it. Honestly, he had no clue what he was meant to do but practical always trumps writing in Duncan’s books. Zadie looked a little relieved but still had a furrow stuck on her face, “Vat ingredients do you need?”

“Um…snake fangs?” She said, uncertain.

“Correct. Vat else?”

“Oh! Standard ingredient!” Zadie said excitedly, almost smiling that she remembered something. But furrowed her brows as she pondered hard over the last two, “Stingers…um I’ve forgotten what kind and sprigs.”

She was close but she needed to be more specific, “Sprigs of vat?”

“Um…” She trailed off. He couldn’t be bothered to give her time to think, “Sprigs of volfbane and billyvig stingers. Now let’s get the right amount of ingredients.”

She flipped to the page in her potions textbook, squinting her eyes at the ingredients list. Zadie got up and looked for the snake fangs first. She took her time, reading the labels carefully long and hard. She was so close to the glass bottles, Duncan wondered if she was short-sighted.

Duncan got the two sprigs of wolfbane, he figured that since he was a favourite student of Professor Slughorn that he had more access to rarer ingredients than a third-year would. Zadie brought back seven snake fangs, hold on, “Vy have you brought seven snake fangs?”

“It said seven in the book,” Her tone got more defensive. With or without the textbook, Duncan knew that she only needed six snake fangs. Even though they only meet today, Duncan knew something was off. Did she have a bad day or was upset with the change in tutors. Well, he wouldn’t personally blame her if that was the case. He reasoned that he too would be upset if he got himself as a tutor.

He checked the textbook again, “Nope, it says six but I can see you vould get zee two mixed up.”

Zadie got the standard ingredient but with six measures instead of four. Now, Duncan was really wondering if she is either blind or plain and simply dumb.

“Did you not read zee the ingredients list, it says clearly here zat you need four,” His patience was really being tested. If it weren’t for McGonagall, he would have run away by now.

“It’s not my fault that the letters keep dancing,” The girl yelled. She quickly covered her mouth, surprised by her sudden outburst, “Sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

“Vell vy didn't you say zat your dyslexic,” He said cooly. No wonder the younger Ravenclaw was having such a hard time.

“Dyslexic?”

“Ja, zat vat it’s called when you struggle to read because the letters are moving, dyslexia right?” He scrambled through his brains. He knew that somewhere deep in his brain, he had a memory of him and his mother. She was preparing schoolwork while supervising his homework. It was different than usual and he asked her. She explained to him that some children have more difficulty reading and when they read that letters would dance. He recalled that she emphasised the fact they were not stupid but just needed extra help to catch up. The problem was that he had forgotten what exactly helped them.

“No, I have heard about it but I never got tested for it,” She quickly explained.

“Vell, let’s say you have dyslexia. It vouldn’t hurt to try out zee study techniques used to help people viz dyslexia,” He suggested. A glimmer of hope shined through in Zadie’s eyes. A possibility that there was something that could aid in her struggles.

“How do you know such much about this?” She questioned, she couldn’t but be a little suspicious that he knew so much.

“Oh, I learned it from my mot-” Duncan caught himself. He really didn’t want to start spilling his life story to someone he had just met, especially not about such a personal matter, “You know vat, it really doesn’t matter.”

Zadie didn’t press on the matter any further, “So what can help me?”

“Vell…I’ve forgotten vat exactly zey did but I do remember that it is too viz listening,” He trailed off.

“So, you're saying that you have no idea,” Zadie stated point-blank.

“No, no,” He shook his head, refuting, “I just know that instead of studying by reading, you do it by listening.”

Zadie lifted an eyebrow while her arms crossed to let him know, that she knew that was kinda making up as he went along. However, he was also one of the few people that’s actually taking her reading problem seriously.

Scratching his head, “Okay, let’s try for today zat I read out loud the instructions once and you listen to it.”

The girl gave the older Ravenclaw a confused look, “Your basically saying that I don’t read at all and just remember from listening?”

“Yeah, vell obviously you still need to read but for studying you do it by listening instead. It doesn’t hurt to try,” He shrugged, grabbing a hair tie from his pockets and tying it into a messy bun, “Let’s crack on zen.”

“I guess it’s better than being told I’m not learning,” She muttered under her breath. Duncan pretended that he didn’t hear that.

Duncan read out loud the instructions in parts, he realised quite early on that reading the instructions in one go would definitely not stay in even the smartest of heads. Zadie managed to follow carefully, albeit with the occasional mistake here and there, the potion was half-decent at best Duncan determined, but the girl seemed pleased with herself. He reckoned that if she was satisfied with the lesson and then to leave it there for now.

***

Later that night instead of sleeping, Duncan couldn't stop thinking that there was something, it was on the tip of his tongue. Unfortunately, none of his mother's schoolwork was saved. He was taken so abruptly by a stranger. It bothered him so much that even Duncan As he commented how distracted he was.

Maybe he just needed to improvise? He's certainly good at that. Summer will be here soon and he could research. What was he even thinking? Planning ahead for a tutee that he might only have until the summer holidays. But he couldn't help but feel that Zadie was let down by the education system at Hogwarts. As much as magic had improved lives, it was also so behind in matters such as the mind and any unseen disabilities.

He crept downstairs, finding a desk to not disturb his roommates. He had an idea but he needed the help of his father to acquire these items. Once sealing the letter and trip to the owlery at the crack of dawn he felt like he had a solution.

***

"Zadie?" Duncan tapped the shoulder of the younger girl, interrupting her conversation with the blonde-haired girl. He felt awkward, fully aware that a senior approaching a junior looked a little creepy.

"Duncan!?" She said surprised.

He nodded over the quiet corner, "Do you have a second? It's about zee tutoring lesson."

"Sure," she turned to her friend, "I'll be back in one moment Victoire."

Duncan handed her a package. Zadie accepted it.

"Um, so about your dyslexia. I sink I have found a solution," He explained, "Zere is a tape recorder so you can record yourself or one of your friends can read put loud and record it. It is a cassette recorder, wait do you even know vat a cassette is?"

Zadie nodded, looking at the package strangely that he manage to acquire such vintage memorabilia, "Yes, I do know what cassette is."

"Good, so once you recorded viz zee cassette, you can listen to it again in zee valkman. Zat way you can learn vithout reading."

Zadie grinned from ear to ear, "Thank you so much. You're actually a pretty nice guy."

Before Duncan could reply, a fifth-year butted in, "Oi, Ludwig, are you asking her out or planning on pranking the juniors again?"

Duncan inwardly sighed. He knew the fellow Ravenclaw but couldn't be bothered to actually remember his name, "Sorry to disappoint but I don't recall telling Dummköpfe my business. Also before you get zee wrong idea, I'm only helping her viz tutoring."

"Haha nice one Ludwig," He laughed before leaving them.

"I promise I didn't do anyzing to the package," Duncan tried to assure, "It was tempting but-"

"I believe you, you don't have to explain yourself," Zadie assured him back, "Thanks for all the stuff, I mean you didn't have to go through all that effort to help me out so much."

"Gern geschehen," Duncan grinned. Zadie understood what he was trying to say despite not understanding the language. She hurried back to Victoire.

What he didn't say was that he found it atrocious that she didn't receive more help from the school. She deserved that at the very least. Actually anyone struggling in similar ways deserved help. He found himself in front of Professor Flitwick’s classroom for the rescheduled careers advice.

“So Mr Ludwig, have had time to think over what you want to do after Hogwarts?” The head of Ravenclaw asked.

“Yes, I believe I do, Professor.”

#hpma collaberative #duncan ludwig #tarragon weasley-moss #zola albatross #dylan amari #reva amari #magic awakened #hpma oc

[carewyncromwell]

[HPMA] Farid Sikander / Reva Amari Playlist

fancasting Dev Patel as Farid @carewyncromwell and Emmy Rossum as Reva @lifeofkaze

x~x~x~x

It's her hair and her eyes today That just simply take me away, And the feeling that I'm falling further in love Makes me shiver, but in a good way...

Out of My League ~ Stephen Speaks 

Oh, you know, you know, You know I'd never ask you to change -- If perfect's what you're searchin' for, then just stay the same. So don't even bother askin' if you look okay -- You know I'll say, ‘When I see your face,  There's not a thing that I would change, Because you're amazing just the way you are.’

Just the Way You Are (cover) ~ Majoyverzosa

A backless dress and some beat up sneaks, My discothèque Juliet teenage dream! I felt it in my chest as she looked at me... I knew we were bound to be together, Bound to be together...!

Shut Up and Dance With Me ~ Walk the Moon

Oh, baby, look what you started -- The temperature's rising in here --  Is this gonna happen? Been waiting and waiting for you To make a move Before I make a move... So baby, come light me up, And maybe I'll let you on it -- A little bit dangerous, But baby, that's how I want it!

Into You ~ Ariana Grande

I can't let you pass me by; I just can't let you go, but I know That I am much too shy to let you know... Afraid that I might say the wrong words and displease you -- Afraid for love to fade before it can come true...

Afraid for Love to Fade (cover) ~ Christian Bautista

I never thought there'd be someone like you who would want me, So I give you ten thousand reasons to not let me go. But if you really see me -- If you like me for me and nothing else -- Well, that's all that I've wanted for longer than you could possibly know! So it can be us -- It can be us and only us -- And what came before won't count anymore or matter... We can try that...

Only Us ~ Dear Evan Hansen

Lying in my bed, I hear the clock tick and think of you... Caught up in circles -- Confusion is nothing new. Flashback -- warm nights, almost left behind... Suitcase of memories, Time after sometimes...

Time After Time (cover) ~ Boyce Avenue ft. Megan and Jaclyn Davies

But she said, ‘where d'you wanna go? How much you wanna risk? I'm not looking for somebody with some superhuman gifts -- Some superhero -- some fairytale bliss --  Just something I can turn to, somebody I can kiss... I want something just like this!’

Something Just Like This ~ The Chainsmokers and Coldplay

Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime --  Say the word and I will follow you... Share each day with me, each night, each morning... Say you love me --  You know I do.  Love me: that's all I ask of you.

All I Ask of You (cover) ~ Josh Groban and Kelly Clarkson

Sometimes the past can Make the ground beneath you feel like a quicksand... You don't have to worry -- You reach for my hand -- Yeah, I know you're gonna be okay... You're gonna be okay... And even if you're scared, You're stronger than you know.

Something Wild ~  Lindsey Stirling ft. Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

#hpma #farid sikander #reva amari #other people's mcs #aesthetic #moodboard #playlist #OH MY GOD #THESE TWO THOUGH #okay #so kaze and I were chatting about these two and the more we talked out how they'd bounce off each other the more ship vibes we got #I mean seriously #you have total-wuss!pacifist-to-the-max!cinnamon-roll!farid on one side #and you have complete-wild-child!rule-breaker!quidditch-star!reva on the other #and yet for as sweet and kind of a pushover as farid is he's also ttly patient and oddly brave when it comes to what he cares about #I mean this is a guy who managed to befriend a chimaera in a week without a shred of fear #and for as fiery and reckless as reva is she loves her family and would undoubtedly feel for farid being separated from his #plus yeah come on if farid's a healer type (which yeah -- wants to be a vet and was being pressured to be a doctor by his folks) #then of course he'd be able to help reva with some of her quidditch injuries #(normally muslims don't touch those of the opposite gender outside their family unit but exceptions can be made for medical attention) #peaches is one of the things reva smells like #while the scent of cinnamon often comes off of farid since he uses it while he's cooking a lot #the feathers represent fawkes who is farid's familiar and definitely catches reva's interest quickly #the amaryllis flower can represent pride strength determination and success all of which farid decides suits reva #so it's one of the first flowers he gives her when he finally plucks up the courage to make his romantic intentions known #but yeah anyway I love these two and I cannot WAIT to post more content with them soon #I need to do a full profile for farid at some point... >>

[that-scouse-wizard]

Day 3 - Merlin I hate this class!

Day 3 of @cursebreakerfarrier‘s Back to School challenge. Characters mentioned belong to @lifeofkaze 

Nick made his way down the staircase into dungeons, each step accentuating his apathetic mood. He hated Mondays for one reason, and one reason only, potions class. Professor Haywood was at least nice enough but other than that the rest of it was dreadful.

It was down in the dungeons for starters, the gloomiest part of the castle by far. The pedantic nature of potioneering was particularly irritating. How the ingredients were prepared, how hot the flame was, even something as arbitrary as whether the mixture was stirred clockwise or anti-clockwise. Then there was-

“Cheer up little bro!” Nick felt a hearty slap on his back, nearly sending him down the stairs, courtesy of Robin on her way to their shared class.

Nick rolled his eyes at his sister’s nickname for him, she was only a few minutes older than him for goodness sake!

“I’d rather be in Care of Magical Creatures, dealing with an angry Hippogriff,” Nick muttered, “There’s one in the forest acting a bit erratically and I’m worried someone could get hurt.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about that overgrown chicken, Nick. But if it concerns you that much, don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” She said with a mischievous grin.

“What are you going to do?” Nick asked sceptically, narrowing his eyes.

She brought her finger to her lips, “It’s a secret.”

Nick resisted the urge to groan, whatever Robin had planned, it couldn’t be good. But had no time to press her further when they needed to separate as they walked into the classroom.

While professor Haywood explained what they were doing in her normally chipper way, something unfathomable on a Monday morning, Nick couldn’t help but keep glancing over at where Robin was seated. She had currently dragged Reva into her scheming, which probably hadn’t taken much convincing given their friendship.

Nick instead started focusing his efforts on powering through the class, and ignoring the two Gryffindors as Reva seemed to lead the professor away as Robin gathered their ingredients.

It would be only a few minutes into the lesson when a sharp, whistling hiss echoed through the class. The source was fairly obvious, coming from both Reva and Robin’s cauldron that were now billowing thick, crimson smoke. Just as it began to obscure her, Nick could have sworn he saw Robin wink at him.

“Ah! Everyone out!” Professor Haywood squawked, “Class is dismissed for the day, just find something to do. Robin Willows, Reva Amari, a word please.” As the class poured out, Robin and Reva’s giggling was clear for all to hear.

Nick was glad to leave the castle’s lower levels, pleased with himself as he could now sort out that irate hippogriff. It seemed that Robin’s pranks had some uses after all.

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