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Clumsy, Clumsy ~ George Weasley

This is part two of Is It Still Punishment if It Was Worth It?, so be sure to read that first!

Warnings: bullying

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“Don’t make the mistake of forgetting your essay on Angel’s Trumpet Draught for next class,” Snape said in his cool snarl, the dim shadows of the potions classroom throwing sinister shadows onto his face. “I expect no less than 24 inches of parchment.” After letting his words sink in, he sat at his desk. “Dismissed.”

The other Potions N.E.W.T.s students shoved their textbooks into their bags, chatter filling the air as they filed out of the chairs, leaving their cauldrons where they were.

As I slowly placed my ink bottle into my book bag, I kept my eyes on Cassius Warrington, a massive Slytherin in my year. He had a handsome face, to be sure, but it was his recently updated status as a member of the Inquisitor Squad that I cared about.

Before my detention with Umbridge, I didn’t concern myself with the Inquisitor Squad. Their blatant Slytherin favoritism added with my natural rule-following tendencies made any concern of them irrelevant. But now, thanks to my detention last night, I’d been thrust into the spotlight, and I couldn’t count on that combination any longer. I couldn’t rely on them to simply take away House points either, because taking points away from Slytherin would punish them as much as it would me. They would likely find other, more creative avenues of punishment.

“Y/L/N,” said a cold voice.

“Yes, Professor Snape?” I said, looking up to see the potions master looming next to me.

“Do you have a reason for loitering in my classroom?”

I immediately put my bag strap over my arm, gathering my parchment and my textbook into my arms. “No, sir, sorry, sir.” I ducked my head and shuffled out of the classroom, subtly glancing both ways before following the rest of the students up the stairs to the Great Hall for lunch.

I only made it five steps.

BANG!

I fell forward, only managing to catch myself before my nose hit the edge of a stair. The contents of my book bag, however, were not so lucky. The thuds of my books, the flip of my rolls of parchment, and the crash of my inkpot created a symphony of chaos, but the only encore was laughter.

“Clumsy, clumsy,” said a gruff voice.

I looked up into the leering face of Warrington. Cheeks burning, I reached for my wand to clean up the mess and hurry past, but it’d been in my book bag and was now likely among the mess.

“Don’t go and do anything stupid,” warned the voice of Pansy Parkinson, who flanked Warrington on one side with her arms crossed and her nose in the air while Gregory Goyle stood on Warrington’s other side, a menacing smile on his face.

I lifted my hands, showing I meant no harm.

Warrington’s mouth spread, revealing his perfectly aligned teeth with such malevolence, he looked like a bloodthirsty beast. “Aren’t you going to clean up your mess?” Pansy giggled, looking thrilled at the prospect of watching me collect my stuff.

They wanted to see me humiliated?

Fine.

When one’s greatest care isn’t pride, it costs nothing to grovel.

Staying on my hands and knees, I grabbed my empty book bag. My copy of Magical Drafts and Potions had fallen open to reveal a picture of Arsenius Jigger, the author. I reached out for it. A black dress shoe nudged it out of my reach. I crawled forward another step, reaching again, and again it was pushed out of reach, this time accompanied by derisive laughter.

The third time, the black dress shoe didn’t intervene, allowing me to pick up my potions textbook. After hesitating, I picked up A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration without any intervention from my spectators. And my rolls of parchment. And the few wayward quills.

Soon, the only thing on the stairs beside my knees was the puddle of ink that was gradually flowing down to the bottom of the staircase. If I could just find my wand, I could clean it up with the Scouring charm.

I looked up to see Warrington twirling a thin hickory stick between his fingers.

My wand.

“Oh, d’you want this back?” Warrington asked, feigning as if he’d just realized what he was playing with.

A show, I reminded myself, give them a show. “Please,” I said, infusing my voice with panic. I considered making my chin tremble but decided that was the wrong kind of pathetic to pretend to be.

My wand froze. “Clean up the ink first.”

Mimicking desperation, I looked down at the puddle, as if I hadn’t the faintest idea what to do. Then, I slid my cloak off my shoulders, dabbing at the black cloud. The house elves would be able to clean the ink easily, it was only a momentary situation. I was thankful I left my potion ingredients in the potions room, otherwise it might be frog livers that I was cleaning instead of ink.

Finally, I stood at the bottom of the stairs, holding my dripping cloak with one hand and my bag with the other, looking up at the deviant expressions far above me. “Can…can I have my wand back?” I asked timidly.

“Put your cloak back on.”

I lowered my gaze to the floor to contain my glower at Pansy’s order. Slowly, I set down my bag and threaded my arms through the arms of my cloak. Looks like the house elves would be cleaning my cardigan and skirt as well. I looked up at Warrington again with as pitiful an expression as I could muster.

Warrington’s black dress shoe slid forward. “Kiss it.”

He wanted me to kiss his shoe? I looked down at the article in question. The dress shoes were fairly clean, even if they were clearly polished. The momentary discomfort of the taste of shoe polish in my mouth was tame compared to what I expected them to do, so I knew that wasn’t all he was planning.

If anything, it was highly likely that when I got my face close enough to Warrington’s foot, he’d kick in my nose.

Grimacing, I leaned forward, already brainstorming which spell would be best to set a broken nose.

“What’s going on?”

The familiar voice from behind me made my spine straighten, and for the first time, I felt the shame that Warrington so desperately wanted me to.

“Nothing, Malfoy,” I spat before any of the others could speak. “Go away.”

“Malfoy,” Warrington said with a calculating smile, “come join us, won’t you?”

The inconsiderate blond climbed the steps to join the other three, and I glared up at him. “This doesn’t concern you.” Malfoy hadn’t talked to me since he reported me, though not for lack of trying. I didn’t want to allow a conversation until I’d formed some sort of response to his actions.

Kneeling before Malfoy as he stood beside Warrington, I certainly had things to say, but nothing that would make the current situation any better.

“Y/L/N just took a tumble on the stairs,” Warrington said, looking at Malfoy. “She was about to thank me for keeping her wand safe.” The four Slytherins all looked down at me, Warrington expectantly, Pansy nastily, Goyle bawdily, and Malfoy confusedly.

I tried to remind myself that I was trying to keep my head down and of the merits of complying. But it was one thing to comply with mistreatment when it came from notorious tormentors; it was quite another to comply with mistreatment from a friend. And with Malfoy standing above me, all I wanted to do was curse the lot of them.

“Kiss it,” Warrington hissed, “or I’ll go find that brother of yours and make him do it.”

I forced myself to hesitate instead of immediately throwing myself down onto the stone steps and obeying. While Warrington laid down the winning hand, I couldn’t let him know that particular hand could win all future games.

I inched myself closer to his shoes.

“Is there a problem here?”

I closed my eyes, denying the possibility that the owner of that voice was interrupting this stand-off between myself and the Inquisitor Squad. But no, when I opened my eyes once more, the Slytherins had parted to reveal the boy at the top of the stairs.

George Weasley.

“None of your concern, Weasel-bee,” Malfoy snarled.

George looked down at me, kneeling on stone steps in front of four members of the Inquisitor Squad, and I knew he was planning something dumb. Go away, I ordered him with a stern look. Let me handle this.

George casually stepped down two steps, shoving his hands into his pockets and leaning against the wall. “Y/N, I thought you were going to meet me in the Transfiguration classroom so McGonagall can help us with our project.”

Clever to mention a seventh-year class that George and I were in but Warrington wasn’t. Foolish to think that mentioning McGonagall would have any sway with this crowd.

“I’ll be right there,” I said through gritted teeth, once again shooting him a look to tell him to get lost.

Once again proving his inability to listen to basic directions, George walked down another step. “I think Y/L/N needs her wand for Transfiguration.”

Did he recognize my wand in Warrington’s hand? Or did he listen before he revealed himself? How long had he been listening? I wrapped my arms around my middle, feeling more vulnerable than I had before.

Warrington let out a short laugh. “It’s four against one, Weasley. Don’t think you’ll win.”

“Maybe I won’t win,” George replied, a cocky grin on his face, “but I can make your winning hurt.” George pulled his wand out. “And it’s four against two actually.”

I shut my eyes, ready to curse every Weasley ancestor for their descendant’s actions. George had clearly allied himself with me. It didn’t matter if I accepted the alliance because the damage was already done. When I opened my eyes again, Warrington, Pansy, and Goyle were still staring George down, but Malfoy was looking at me with a look of betrayal.

“Ten points from Gryffindor,” Warrington drawled. “And unless you want to make it another ten–”

George slipped his hand into his pocket and then raised his hand high.

BOOM!

The area filled with green smoke and an odor so putrid, I had to cover my nose. A hand seized my forearm, and if it hadn’t had freckles on it, I would’ve clawed at it with my nails. The hand dragged me up the stairs so quickly, I nearly tripped.

Then, once I’d finally gotten my feet under me, the hand dragged me sharply to the right and into a cramped room I’d never seen before.

George slid whatever trap door it was shut, throwing us into darkness.

“Lumos,” George muttered, and a small light threw his face into view.

“I cannot believe you–”

“Shush!” George leaned his ear against the door he’d just shut.

“Warrington still has my–”

Without budging from his spot, George held up his hand, showing me my wand. “Now will you be quiet?” he hissed.

I was getting real tired of getting shushed by George Weasley, but unfortunately, he was always in the middle of misguided heroics when he was doing so. And he was right, now that we were silent, I could hear the shouts outside the door.

I took the opportunity to look around the tiny space. It was about the size of a normal Hogwarts broom cupboard, but there were no cleaning supplies in sight. Despite the lack of contents, the stone interior sported no cobwebs or dust that I could see from the minimal light emanating from George’s wand.

The voices, still audible, grew farther away, and I saw George relax a bit.

“I didn’t need saving,” I whispered, grabbing my wand from George’s grip. “I had it all under control.”

George rounded on me. “Were you actually going to kiss his shoe?”

So George did overhear the conversation before he disrupted it. Suddenly looking in his eyes was much more difficult than a moment before, but I didn’t look away, even as my face flamed. “It’s none of your business.”

His head recoiled, as if physically pushed by my words. “You were.” Anger transformed his face, which I didn't like half as well as the normal easygoing smile. “I can’t believe you’d just lie down and do whatever they say!” His words might not have accused me of cowardice, but his eyes did.

I folded my arms, exasperated. “I weighed the possibilities and made an informed decision.”

“And so you allowed them to bully you?” George asked.

“Just because I didn’t do what you would do doesn’t make my actions wrong!” I snapped.

“Just because you thought about it first doesn’t mean it was the right decision.”

I scowled. “Just because you got to be a hero doesn’t mean that your decision was the right decision either!”

“You’re lucky I showed up when I did!”

“Oh, of course I couldn’t have handled it myself, could I? Guess what, Weasley,” I stabbed a finger into his chest, “I’ve survived over six years at Hogwarts without you, and I will continue to do so without interference.”

“But now you’re not just trying to survive,” George argued, grabbing my hand and holding it away from his chest. “You’re trying to keep your brother safe at your own expense.”

“And there’s nothing you can do about that,” I fumed. “If I decide that submitting is the best way to keep Clem safe, I will let the every single student in this school walk over me and thank them afterwards for good measure!”

George let out a huff, but the longer we frowned at each other with blazing eyes, the more his mouth curled into a wry grin. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to restock on dungbombs and follow you around for the rest of the year.”

“I’m not some damsel in distress,” I replied acerbically, reaching out to push the door open.

George grabbed my hand. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Leaving.”

“Not yet.”

I fixed him with a look. “We shouldn’t linger for them to find us. We should go find a better hiding spot, a more secure one that isn’t so close.”

George’s surprise quickly morphed into amusement. “You’ve never been in here before, have you?”

I didn’t like that he clearly knew something I didn’t. “No, why?”

“This door’s enchanted,” George replied. “If the room’s occupied, the door’s charmed not to open from the outside.” George’s words seemed dependable enough, but I didn’t trust the smirk on his face. It was obvious he found something amusing, but the source was not obvious. Unless he was laughing at me.

“What is this place?” I asked warily.

George grinned, but it wasn’t his regular goofy smile where his whole face lit up with enjoyment. His lips stayed closed, and his chin dipped down slightly as he waggled his eyebrows.

There’s only one thing that could mean.

“You dragged me to a make-out spot?!” I shrieked.

The only answer was George’s shoulders shaking with barely repressed laughter.

Ignoring the butterflies that spontaneously erupted in my stomach, I shoved the door open. “I’m getting out of here.” I stepped outside, eyes darting every which way to spy any enemies.

“What, is snogging Warrington’s boot preferable to snogging a friend?” George called from behind me as I stormed towards the Great Hall.

“I don’t snog my friends!” I yelled over my shoulder at him, not bothering to turn around fully.

Maybe I was imagining it, but as I climbed the steps to the Great Hall, I could’ve sworn I heard George say: “Well, that’s a bloody shame.”

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s4turns-st4rs · 5 months

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𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

🎧 ﹐ ♡﹒ 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵﹒ ᶻ ᶻ

𝐚/𝐧: this is short and a bit shit, but i felt like actually writing something. also have some s&b stuff on the way xx

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𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 - 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴

“y/n” george whispered, as he elbowed you softly.

“what?” you frown at him, attempting to ignore professor snape, who started glaring a hole in your head.

“i’m boreeddddddd” he whined quietly, oblivious to the professor staring at him. he tapped his foot on the floor, shifting his chair closer to be your seat, just to be nearer to you.

he grabbed your arm, and pulled it towards him. you glare at him, trying to hint that you’re actually trying to focus on the lesson. he doesn’t let go, and pulls out one of his pens.

“what are you doing?” you whispered to him, after professor snape finally turned back to the class, as he kept mumbling on about potions.

“drawing” he mumbled as he gently presses the pen to your forearm.

you smile softly, trying to hide the blush as his fingers trace your upper arm as he draws closer to your hand. he starts with stars, peppering them across your hand and up your fingers.

he moved further up your arm, still drawing.

hearts, flowers, mushrooms, butterflies, moons, suns, eyes, further and further up your arm.

suddenly, a voice interrupted the peaceful atmosphere.

“mr weasley!”

snape’s usual mumble was harsh and loud, and george’s back straightened immediately, pulled the pen from your arm, and looked at the professor sheepishly.

“who wrote magical draughts and potions?” he snapped at the ginger boy, still cowering slightly next to you.

“arsenius jigger” you whispered to george.

“arsenius jigger” george repeated, attempted to regain his confidence.

“mhm.” snape said, clearly not convinced. “this is potions, not art, weasley.” he said, the disdain in his voice evident. “next time, you’ll find yourself in detention, and with 5 less points from gryffindor.”

“sorry professor” he mumbled, embarrassed.

snape turned back to the class, and george turned back to you, and flashed you a cheeky grin.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #x reader #lightning era

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pwlanier · 1 month

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CARL GEORG ARSENIUS (1855-1908). Hereditary portrait “Callistrate”,

signed and dated G Arsenius -98, oil on canvas.

Stockholm Auctionworks

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itsagaz · 2 years

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Carl Georg Arsenius (1888), White Chihuahua on a Coral Sofa

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fantasywriter19 · 9 months

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1. Melody Riddle and the Sorcerer's Stone Ch.5 The Letter

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme

Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Riddle,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts

School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all

necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

I read through it again and again, filled with many questions that I wasn’t sure could be quenchable.

I was in the Headmaster’s office with Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape, both watching me intently as I read the letter. Ignoring their odd stares, I wondered why they even decided to give me the letter. There was no point in bringing me there months ahead of time if I wasn’t going to be enrolled in the darn school.

I then noticed a reply was due by owl — seriously, by owl — by no later than the thirty first of July… tomorrow. Wow, I can’t believe I’ve been here this long.

The Hogwarts students, sadly including, of course, Fred and George, had all gone home for the summer in mid June. The pair said they were excited to see me when it was time to return, and that they’d be devastated if I didn’t get into Gryffindor — having finally decided to tell me that it was the only House worth being sorted into… without actually explaining what the purpose for the Houses was.

“Professor Dumbledore, why do I need this letter?” I asked him.

“Ah, it’s the principle of the thing. The letter gives a great memento for your future,” Professor Dumbledore was somewhat misty-eyed as he replied.

All I could do was look at him. Okay, but I don’t need this…

Professor Snape’s expression was as blank as ever when he gave me the next sheet, and this time it was the list of supplies I needed for the school year.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

Three sets of plain work robes (black)

One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupils’ clothes should carry name tags

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginners’ Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

“Quite the list,” I muttered softly, “Why aren’t first years allowed broomsticks? And for what anyways? Wizard trained cleaning?”

Even though I’d been at the school for two months already, it didn’t matter how much time I had been given to spend in the library. There were just too many books to read. I had begun with the basics based on what the persnickety librarian, Madam Pince, had shown me to be the course books I would need for this year. However, doing anything with brooms hadn’t been one of them.

Professor Dumbledore chuckled softly and Professor Snape looked at me oddly, as though he was really trying hard not to show his irritation. But I mean, come on, what would the first years do with the broomsticks? Bop each other upside the head? Fly?… Oh wait, this is a wizarding school, isn’t it…? ‘oh, bollocks.’

Thanks to Fred and George before they left school, I knew some British slang, but my all-time favorite had to be ‘bloody hell.’

“There is a game we call Quidditch where the players ride on broomsticks and score goals. I promise you would enjoy attending some of the games, your housemates will appreciate the support while you study the sport.” Professor Dumbledore said encouragingly.

“Okay…” I said, seeing no point in arguing, “And where do I go to get these supplies?”

“Ah, I see Professor Snape hasn’t yet told you about Diagon Alley?” Professor Dumbledore asked with profound interest. He sounded slightly amused, likely aware that said Professor hadn’t spoken another word to me since the first night I stayed there.

“Uh, right,” I said, reading over the list again. What would I need a hat for? To look like a witch when I already am one?

“Oh, Severus, you know, I think it would be wonderful if you could take Melody to Diagon Alley. Do you mind?” Professor Dumbledore said, his comment knocking me out of my distracted thoughts.

First issue, I now knew the cold Professor’s first name. Didn’t need or want it. Second of all, he spoke of a place I’d never heard of. I’d learned of places in England from when my mom made me take a geography class about it, but I’d never heard of that shopping alley….

I frowned then, realizing she’d planned all along to send me here. I’d been eight when I took the class with her. How long had she already known I have magic, and she didn’t say anything until a few months ago?

“No.. it’s no bother.” Professor Snape said through gritted teeth.

Professor Dumbledore gave a knowing smile, “That’s settled then. You two will go to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get the supplies needed. And Melody, while you’re out, your mother will stop by to come get you. So pack up your bag tonight.”

Those words were music to my ears. I had questions she needed to answer.

⚯͛ ⚯͛ ⚯͛ ⚯͛ ⚯͛ ⚯͛ ⚯͛ ⚯͛ ⚯͛ ⚯͛ ⚯͛ ⚯͛ ⚯͛ ⚯͛ ⚯͛ ⚯͛ ⚯͛ ⚯͛ ⚯͛ ⚯͛ ⚯͛

I walked back to my room once I left Professor Dumbledore’s office, attempting to think back through the day she explained she was a witch. Had she really been surprised when I told her about all my weird situations?… She was… she can’t fake that level of shock, especially not when I told her I could talk to snakes. It’s just… —

Strangely, at that moment I felt something probe the back of my mind. I stopped walking, focusing on my inner thoughts and the area I would usually keep a wall. When I felt another prod, I automatically pushed against it with all the force I could muster. Someone fell over directly behind me.

I spun around to find Professor Snape already standing up and brushing himself off. I didn’t dare laugh at this, wondering for a split second if he’d been attempting to break into my mind and why. And then I wondered how it was that I pushed him out… this was a grown wizard and I was hardly even a beginning witch…. Despite wanting to feel angry, I actually felt a bit pleased with myself.

Professor Snape looked at me with mild surprise, and I was in utter shock that I didn’t sense any anger from him. Though technically I wanted to be angry, it was likely a test or a lesson. Professor Dumbledore knew about my mental walls and my ability to read minds, so….

“I-I’m sorry. I-um…” I began, but Professor Snape held up his hand.

“I see you’re already a skilled Occlumens. Did Orele teach you how to do that?”

Was mom supposed to teach me how to do that?“I taught myself, I guess,” I said slowly, “I didn’t know it had a name…. No one’s actually tried to get into my mind before, but it seems to be easy to feel when someone’s trying to read my mind — or, rather, you.”

He showed his emotions to me without meaning to, I figured, since they seemed to come through as surprise and wonder before his emotions were suddenly blocked off.

“Why do you do that?” I asked aloud.

“Do what?” he asked monotonically.

“Let your emotions show for a moment and then block them again,” I said. “Not that you ever show it on your face, but I can feel it. I block my emotions when I’m out in public with other people, and I know what their emotions are. But you’re difficult to read.”

He was silent for a moment. Then, as though he wanted to be sure, he took out his wand and pointed it at me. “Legilimens,” he said.

Everything went black in my mind, but I could feel him trying to search through my memories like they were album pages. With certain ease, I used my mind to push his presence out again. I didn’t want anyone to read my thoughts. It was an invasion of my own privacy, since I knew it was going on. Doing it to other people it hadn’t ever mattered to me, because I wouldn’t talk to them or anyone they knew anyway. He, however, was going to be a teacher of mine with my thoughts at his disposal…

He staggered back and, with a look of satisfaction, he pocketed his wand. “I will see you in the morning.” With that, he passed right by me and walked toward his office.

I followed him, narrowing my eyes at his back all the while, since I had to go in that direction anyway. He went into his office and I went past him to my room, feeling overwhelmed and tired as I lay down in the bed for the last time.

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i12bent · 3 years

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Georg Arsenius (July 8, 1855 - 1908) was a Swedish painter who made a career out of sports drawings and animal portraits, mostly in France and Sweden.

Here is one of his many fine dog portraits, in an early impressionistic style: Dog, Lying Down - no year (Nationalmuseet, Stockholm)

#art #swedish painter #georg arsenius #1890s #1900s #animal painting #dog portrait #stockholm nationalmuseum #impressionism

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grundoonmgnx · 6 years

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John Georg Arsenius (1818-1903), Portrait of a Dog, no date

Oil on board, 17.5 x 20 cm

#john georg arsenius

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akorah · 2 years

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Notes on Philosopher’s Stone

Full disclosure: this is my favorite book in the series. There is something whimsical about Philosopher's Stone that JKR never captured again with the rest of the books.

Here are some haphazardly organised notes I took during my last re-read. I was specifically looking for plot holes and things that are canon v. fanon (i.e. Hermione being a bad flyer)(she's not).

The Beginning

Harry got dropped off at the Dursleys' on the morning of November 2nd, not November 1st (ch 1)

McGonagall spends all of Nov 1st scouting the Dursleys, BUT Hagrid makes it sound like he brought Harry straight from Godric's Hollow to Privet Drive. Did Hagrid have Harry for an entire day?????? (I guess a 15-month-old and a dragon egg would have roughly the same level of vulnerability.)

The Dursleys

The Dursleys owned a family computer prior to 1991, and allowed their 10-year-old to play on it (ch 2).

Now I'm imagining Dudley Dursley typing MS-DOS commands--he would have had to know terminal commands regardless if they had a PC or Macintosh--and that's messing with my head.

The Dursleys have a greenhouse: Dudley was in shock. He’d screamed, whacked his father with his Smeltings stick, been sick on purpose, kicked his mother and thrown his tortoise through the greenhouse roof, and he still didn’t have his room back. (ch. 3)

I'm genuinely shocked the Dursleys actually showed up to take Harry home from King's Cross.

Hermione realises IMMEDIATELY that the Dursleys are the literal worst: 'Hope you have -- er -- a good holiday,' said Hermione, looking uncertainly after Uncle Vernon, shocked that anyone could be so unpleasant. (ch. 17)

Textbooks

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk - For what class? Charms? Charms & Transfiguration?

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot - History of Magic

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling - ??? Charms? Transfiguration?

A Beginner’s Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch - Transfiguration

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore - Herbology

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger - Potions

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander - ??? Defence?

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble - Defence

Quidditch

'What is Quidditch?' 'It's our sport.' Confirmation that the only game that exists in Britain is Quidditch. (ch 5)

Lee Jordan mentions Alicia Spinnet is a former reserve Chaser, which I think is the only time in the entire series that it's mentioned there are reserve players (ch 11). There certainly aren't any in OotP when Angelina has to replace Harry, Fred, and George, and Harry doesn't select any in HBP.

How the utter fuck did Katie take a Bludger to the back of the head and keep playing?

The Ravenclaw-Gryffindor game happened between the end of exams and when the exam results were posted. So, mid-to-end of June

Hogwarts

Hogwarts runs on a 3 term / trimester school year, not 2 semesters. This is a British thing, and is only casually alluded to throughout the series.

Term 1: September - Christmas.

Term 2: January - Easter.

Term 3: March/April - June.

Two Quidditch matches occur per term:

Term 1: Gryffindor-Slytherin, Hufflepuff-Ravenclaw

Term 2: Gryffindor-Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw-Slytherin

Term 3: Gryffindor-Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff-Slytherin

This schedule is consistent through the series, and it's explicitly mentioned when there's a change to the schedule, like in PoA when Gryffindor goes up against Hufflepuff because Draco's being a brat about the weather during first term.

We have a pretty decent description/characterisation of the castle: There were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts: wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some that led somewhere different on a Friday; some with a vanishing step halfway up that you had to remember to jump. Then there were doors that wouldn’t open unless you asked politely, or tickled them in exactly the right place, and doors that weren’t really doors at all, but solid walls just pretending. It was also very hard to remember where anything was, because it all seemed to move around a lot. The people in the portraits kept going to visit each other and Harry was sure the coats of armour could walk. (ch. 8)

Gryffindors & Slytherins have flying lessons together, which means Harry had no idea of Theo's name through Potions, flying lessons, and Care of Magical Creatures. (ch. 9) Honestly, HOW?

Potions - once a week on Fridays. Flying lessons - once a week (maximum) on Thursdays. (ch. 8/9)

Hermione got 112% on her Charms final exam, which indicates they use a standard grading scale for non-O.W.L./N.E.W.T. years, which would make sense, since the teachers explicitly state they're switching to the OWL scale in OotP

Hermione

3rd person omniscient for Hermione lighting Snape's robes on fire - fire that she managed to scoop into a jar, which meant it wasn't burning anything, just giving off heat. (ch. 11)

Hermione uses her bluebell flames to defeat the Devil's Snare, not Lumos (ch. 16)

Hermione flies, and she flies WELL, when they go to chase the key. (ch. 16)

Hermione is very physically affectionate. She loves hugs.

Hermione is explicitly stated to have come out #1 in the class: Hermione, of course, came top of the year. (ch. 17)

Ron is not an idiot, and not just because he's good at chess

Apparently Ron knows obscure laws about dragons: 'Dragon-breeding was outlawed by the Warlocks' Convention of 1709, everyone knows that.' (ch. 14)

Ron identifies what the flying key likely looks like: 'We're looking for a big, old-fashioned one, probably silver like the handle.' (ch. 16)

Ron has a bit of a hero-worship thing for Dumbledore (he’s also 12 and doesn’t know any better) (ch. 17)

The Wizarding world knows Voldemort isn’t dead

“My dad says it must’ve been a powerful Dark wizard to get round Gringotts, but they don’t think they took anything, that’s what’s odd. ‘Course, everyone gets scared when something like this happens in case You-Know-Who’s behind it.” (Ron, ch. 6)

Pure-bloods aren’t ignorant of Muggle transportation

Draco knows what a helicopter is: He complained loudly about first-years never getting in the house Quidditch teams and told long, boastful stories which always seemed to end with him narrowly escaping Muggles in helicopters. (ch. 9)

And the Ministry owns cars, per PoA, so this whole 'pure-bloods are totally ignorant of Muggle transportation' is utter bullshit.

Harry

So everyone knows Harry went off to live with Muggles, and Molly wasn't surprised to see him at King's Cross ALONE, which seems like a bit of a red flag.

Harry imitates the Bloody Baron to scare off Peeves

Harry KNOWING and justifying how Dumbledore set him up to go after Quirrellmort and the stone is absolutely horrifying (yes, I know he’s 11 and Dumbledore is an authority figure):

“D’you think he meant you to do it?” said Ron. “Sending you your father’s Cloak and everything?”

“Well,” Hermione exploded, “if he did -- I mean to say -- that’s terrible -- you could have been killed.”

“No, it isn’t,” said Harry thoughtfully. “He’s a funny man, Dumbledore. I think he sort of wanted to give me a chance. I think he knows more or less everything that goes on here, you know. I reckon he had a pretty good idea we were going to try, and instead of stopping us, he just taught us enough to help....” (ch. 17)

Speaking of Quirrellmort

Quirrell calls Voldemort by his name (ch. 16)

Dumbledore says the whole school knows what happened between Harry and Quirrell, which seems highly unlikely. (ch. 17) So what exactly would the students been told?

Er -- 'My brother got past McGonagall's giant chess set!' (Percy, ch. 17) — So they know an awful lot.

Dumbledore was a contradictory old bastard from the start

Dumbledore: 'I'm not going to lie to you.'

Also Dumbledore: 'Ah, yes, Snape saved you because James saved him, so Snape repaid his debt so he could to go back to hating James in peace.' (ch. 17)

Other random thoughts that came up

Neville is a clumsy little cinnamon roll:

When Neville Longbottom, the boy who kept losing his toad, was called, he fell over on his way to the stool. (ch. 7)

...The portrait swung forward to reveal a round hole in the wall. They all scrambled through it -- Neville needed a leg up -- and found themselves in the Gryffindor common room.... (ch. 7)

Neville had somehow managed to melt Seamus's cauldron into a twisted blob.... (ch. 8)

Neville had never been on a broomstick in his life, because his grandmother had never let him near one. Privately, Harry felt she'd had good reason, because Neville managed to have an extraordinary number of accidents even with both feet on the ground. (ch. 9)

...and the list goes on.

Fred calls Molly "woman," and I feel like the Molly of later books would have yelled at him. (ch. 6)

The Longbottoms are fucking terrible: ‘Well, my gran brought me up and she’s a witch,’ said Neville, ‘but the family thought I was all Muggle for ages. My great-uncle Algie kept trying to catch me off my guard and force some magic out of me – he pushed me off the end of Blackpool pier once, I nearly drowned – but nothing happened until I was eight. Great-uncle Algie came round for tea and he was hanging me out of an upstairs window by the ankles when my great-auntie Enid offered him a meringue and he accidentally let go. But I bounced – all the way down the garden and into the road. They were all really pleased. Gran was crying, she was so happy. And you should have seen their faces when I got in here – they thought I might not be magic enough to come, you see. Great-uncle Algie was so pleased he bought me my toad.’ (ch. 7)

Filch is ALSO terrible, but we knew that: 'Shame they let the old punishments die out ... I've got the chains still in my office, keep 'em well oiled in case they're ever needed.' (ch. 15)

I love that Snape used logic as part of his protection. (ch. 16) Our very first hint that he was a half-blood who was raised in the Muggle world.

Finally, Unnecessary Broomstick Discourse

I went down a rabbit hole with Quidditch Through the Ages on this one.

1926 - Cleansweep One released

1929 - Comet 140 released (first Comet broom)

1934 - Cleansweep Two released

1937 - Cleansweep Three released

1938 - Comet 180 released

1967 - Nimbus 1000 released (first Nimbus broom)

1991 - top brooms are Nimbus 2000 and Cleansweep Seven (per Oliver)

1995 - Ron gets a Cleansweep Eleven

Sooooooo, if one were to do some sketchy math, the Cleansweep Four, Five, & Six were released over a maximum period of 52 years. Sounds like Cleansweep had a heck of a dry spell. How did they stay in business???? Let's go with the average, so one released every 13 years (lord almighty) would put it at

1950 - Cleansweep Four

1963 - Cleansweep Five

1976 - Cleansweep Six

1989 - Cleansweep Seven

Presumably, Nimbus would have been incrementally releasing new brooms. Quidditch Through the Ages states they released the 1001, 1500, and 1700, which is [1] incredibly strange versioning, and [2] odd that they could get away with releasing a total of 5 brooms in 24 years, unless broom innovation is really that slow.

If you did averages, that would put Nimbus at:

1967 - Nimbus 1000

1973 - Nimbus 1001

1979 - Nimbus 1500

1985 - Nimbus 1700

1991 - Nimbus 2000

And of course, we know the Nimbus 2001 came out in 1992, throwing all of these averages away.

And then the Firebolt in 1993. So either broom manufacturing saw an exponential increase in the early 90s, or all of this is bullshit.

#that took so much longer to format than i thought it would #unnecessarily in-depth hp notes #fanfic discourse

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Le Petit chien

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Fluorescent Adolescent || Draco Malfoy x Reader || Marvel / HP Crossover || Chapter One: The Letter

The song that I based the title off of:

Description: Y/n Stark was sent to Hogwarts as well as Michelle Jones, Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Harley Keener, Shuri Udaku, Harry Osborn, and Miles Morales. She knew that she was a witch both her parents, Pepper Potts and Tony Stark, are and they both went to Hogwarts. She was excited, she'd finally get to see her cousins, Ron, Percy, Fred, and George Weasley, again. She met Draco Malfoy and fell for him.

Other: Y/f/i = Your first initial, Y/n = Your name, N/n = Your nickname

Masterlist

Masterlist of all one-shots and stories by me so far

You are sitting at the table in Stark Mansion with your dad and mom on either side of you. Your family Great Horned Owl, Mr. Owl (yes he's named after the owl from the old tootsie pop commercial), flies into the room through the window. He drops two letters and a newspaper on the table. There is one letter for you and the other is for your mom, Pepper.

You pick up the envelope that is addressed to you. It reads:

"Ms. Y/f/i. Stark

4th Room On The Second Floor

10880 Malibu Point"

You turn the envelope around, there was a Hogwarts wax stamp on the back. You smile and show it to your mom, who is holding a letter from her sister, Molly Weasley. "Mom look."

"Awesome, Ron just got his acceptance letter this morning!" Pepper responds, holding up her letter. "Open it, N/n"

You carefully peel the wax to open the letter, there are two pieces of paper you read on the first page.

"HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Stark, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall"

You grab the other paper and read it as well

"HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK

Yours sincerely,

Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus

Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions"

"I remember my days at Hogwarts," Your dad, Tony, says without looking up from his tablet that had the daily wizarding news, Daily Prophet, on it. Tony works for the ministry of magic as well as owning Stark Industries. He started a tech department in the ministry, he started a wizard version of Google called Quest that wizards and witches can search for poisons, spells, and other magical this but some things require a certain qualification to access. He also started a few social networks for wizards and witches called MagicSpace (A wizard version of Facebook), Mysticgram (a wizard version of Instagram), Wand (A wizard version of Vine), and Thoutube (A wizard version of Youtube). Your dad has opened a shop in every wizard shopping place, like Diagon Alley, that sells Stark Industries WW (Witch/Wizard) Phones, the type that he designed specifically for the Wizarding World but can also be used to contact muggles if they wanted to.

Your cousins, Fred and George Weasley have Wand, you've seen some of their videos that had gone viral.

"If my math is correct," Your dad says, "Which it always is, you'll be going to school with Harry Potter this year."

"Really?" You ask with a huge smile.

"Yeah, and my old friend, Lucius, his son is going to Hogwarts this year too. I haven't talked to him since Hogwarts."

"Molly wants to meet up at Diagon Alley on Friday," Your mom says. "They want you to stay with them for the rest of summer if you want to."

"I want to!" You exclaim, "I can't wait to see Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny again?"

"What about Percy?"

"He's boring."

"That's not nice."

"But it's true," You say with a mischievous smile.

Pepper just shakes her head.

Time skip brought to you by JARVIS

You get up and put on the outfit that you had picked out last night, red converse, a white tank top, overall shorts, and a stark industries bomber jacket. (Pretend the jacket says Y/n on the from instead of Tony

Your mom helps you braid your hair. You grab the bag that you packed last night and walk downstairs with Pepper.

When you get downstairs, Tony is stand by the fireplace and the fire in it is green.

"Are we using Floo Powder?" You ask.

"Yeah," Your mom responds, "It's the quickest way."

You grab a handful of powder and step into the fireplace, "Diagon Alley!" You yell and throw the powder down. Everything around you starts spinning. Then it stops and you see six people with red hair, you immediately know who they are. You smile then hug the person closest to you, which happens to be Fred, "Fred!"

Your mom and dad appear a few seconds later. Pepper hugs her sister and her niece and nephews. You hug the rest of your cousins and Aunt Molly and Uncle Arthur.

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