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yutasbimil · 3 months

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woozi x fem!reader | seventeen ff. [one-shot] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff cw: hogwarts!au, slytherin!woozi, prefect!woozi, sly gf testing jihoon's nerves lol, teasing, couch cuddles, you're different houses with jihoon, established relationship, fluff! note: this is an old piece I wrote! just wanted to share it here as well :3 ! also, not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, tho hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡ word count: 1.1k

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The rain pouring hard outside can't seem to be heard well in the Slytherin common room.

The only thing that can be heard from the dimly lit room was the mild crackling embers by the fireplace, and the blond Slytherin humming along as he got himself comfortable on the couch.

Maybe it is actually the resounding, non-stop downpour outside or is it that Jihoon got too engrossed in a book he got from the Restricted Section that got him too preoccupied, that he didn’t even notice someone creeping into him.

"What are you doing here?" He says, almost a hiss at the figure of the person he's so familiar with.

He almost flinched at the sudden presence, as if she apparated in front of him. His voice reverberates a bit too uncomfortably due to the lack of people occupying the room, it's as if both their breathing echoes along the droplets of rain.

Y/n just comes in and sneaks into the Slytherin common room as if it's her usual thing— quite a common… room occurrence to put that pun lamely out of the box.

Well, it might as well be, but it isn't as settling for the older male as she's so casual about it.

His eyebrows remained knitted together, looking at the girl standing before him. He was so sure that everyone was out since there are still classes on-going...

"Y/n, seriously, this is not the time that..."

She shushes him quickly. Not even bothering about the daggers he's shooting at her as she quickly makes herself comfortable on the couch.

This is definitely not the time I am in a particular mood to see my girlfriend busting into another house’s territory. Let alone her breaking the rules.

‘Rules are meant to be broken,’ a smug tone rings in his ears. Jihoon could already hear her mischievous lips saying those exact words to retort to him.

He remains his glance over her, following her every move like a hawk hunting for its prey. He suppressed a sigh. Even seeing her in her pajama pants, feeling way too comfortable and home-y to be even in a different house common room.

Jihoon just grips on the book at hand and then settled to place it on the table nearby.

“Come on. I’m asking you. Answer me,” he pressed with a tone full of authority.

But she gave no flying broomsticks about it.

“How bossy,” she snickers, finally talking after being silent at Jihoon.

He just glares at her.

“Come on. Jun told me how to get in… And I know things around here already.” She says nonchalantly, as if it’s gonna convince him. He just puffs, way too distracted to even go back to the book he’s reading.

He stares right at her.

“Have you even forgotten about that ‘raincheck’ we talked about, Ji?” she slightly tilts her head sideways, then puts her lips into a thin line. “Earlier? …this week?”

More staring.

“You told me? Because you were busy and…” She bits her lip, necessarily pausing to give time for him to put the puzzle pieces together, but he’s just left with more pieces. Y/n suppresses a huff. “Nothing…?”

She crosses her arms when Jihoon looked more confused than he already is with handling plants in their Herbology classes. And FYI, he got an E on his O.W.L.S. result.

“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about.” He says in defeat. Y/n only nods absentmindedly, leaning in close to him to remind him of some things.

“You told me that I can come by this week since your schedule’s more free, and that if I can come by at my convenience… I can then spend time together with you in the dorms...” she says, as if laying out a parchment of proof for him to remember. Exams might’ve taken a huge toll on his brain power hence being so absentminded.

Jihoon goes back to his stern look at her, as if he really can’t trace back on anything that he might possibly said.

Y/n slumps her shoulders yet again.

“At least look like you’re happy to see me.” Y/n cooed, gesturing a bit of affection to trickle out of the male’s sharp expression.

Finally, Jihoon’s features soften.

Okay, he does remember some of it coming off his lips, but I didn’t mean it in a sense you barging in here like a mad woman… He holds back a sigh.

“Well, I am, but still…” He looks away for a moment, worrying his lower lip. Being a prefect he is… he’s also bothered of course. She might get in trouble. Not on my watch that she’ll get away with it, that is.

“Stop worrying too much, and let me be…” She says in retort, automatic as if reading his mind. But that’s full of guts for her to express. “Besides, the seniors know me too well. I assure you I am safe here.” She stretches a bit, and even gets comfortable by the toasty fire nearby. It contrasts with the cold stares the older male is giving her, along with the cold weather cooping them inside.

He rolls his eyes at her, letting out a chuckle.

“This is why you get issued on how much of a Slytherin you are.”

“And do you think I care, Oppa?” Y/n sat right up at that, then pouts her lips, playing with the ends of her sleeves. “I don’t think that’s a bad thing though.”

“Like I said, so Slytherin-like of you.”

Y/n emits a soft laugh at that, standing up to even do a curtsy for him. “Thank you, my good Sir.”

It remained quiet after a while.

Even as she gives him a smirk, she still gets silence from the older male. The coldness surrounding them reflects the feeling like the foggy glassed walls enrapturing the muddled stares between them. It’s a distinct type of tension, no words are needed to be exchanged to reveal it.

Y/n shakes her head lightly, perking a brow at him followed by a cheeky smile. “So that means to say I am welcome here anytime then, huh?”

That finally got a reaction from him.

“Unbelievable.”

“Dude , you’ve been seeing bizarre, floating things and disappearing objects on and off for almost two decades,” she throws her hands high, then gesturing at him and to herself, “and you do not believe in an enchanted lady like me?”

“I do agree with the ‘enchanted lady’ part.” He responds and then clears his throat.

Jihoon avoids his gaze as he begins to feel he’s letting himself loose. He shrugs off the blush across his ears and cheeks with a question he had been throwing at the younger.

“What actually brings you here, Y/n?”

She laughs at that, putting both her hands behind her. “Oh, come on, babe. No need to sound so casual.” Y/n smiles.

He just sounded stiff there at his probe.

She pats him on the head. “Lighten up a bit.”

In these instances, he begins to question if they really switched houses. He gets quieter and curious-er whenever she’s around, and her being the sneaky and more of the talker between them.

“I will, now that I got you here.”

Without a word, Y/n envelopes Jihoon in her arms, giving him a light peck on the side of his face. Jihoon wraps his arms around her as he kisses the top of her head.

He breathes in her scent, feeling her legs wrap around his. Jihoon stares at her. “You missed me too much, huh?”

Y/n just warmly beams, nodding in response.

Jihoon then puts a stray hair of hers behind her ear, tucking more of her hair behind her jumper. He leans closer to her again, seeping in more of her warmth.

She scrunches her nose at that, with Jihoon’s eyes forming into light crescents as both of them are immersed into each other’s world again.

They just let the sound of the loud pouring rain seep into them, letting the warmth of each other be enough to ease the coldness they feel.

“What are the odds to have both our classes cancelled, huh?” Jihoon asks after a while, content as the sound of the rain is still evident outside. Y/n finally has done her explaining to him.

“And what better way to spend it like this then.” She leans more on his chest, breathing in his fresh scent with ease as she felt vibrations from him as he lets out a chuckle.

“It does feel nice…” he says, more of a thought out loud.

“And come on, champ, let’s not use our spare time thinking about that and just spend it wisely instead.” she prompts with a pat on his shoulder, scootching closer till they’re no longer hair strands apart. So clingy.

“I’m just saying.” Jihoon moves his arm above the shoulder, playing bits of her hair.

She feels his shoulders relaxing as he heaves in a deep breath.

It feels nice here, it gets more comfortable as time passes, she thought, closing her eyes.

Like home.

She lets the silence envelop them, a smile slowly forming a similar curve on both their lips.

Maybe she does belong here after all.

She accepts her Slytherin side more so in these instances.

And imagine if they were in the same house though… She can get all the time she needs and wants to have him at arm’s length and look after him.

But for now, she can manage very well to slither in their dorm to her convenience.

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#woozi #lee jihoon #seventeen #svt #woozi fluff #woozi x reader #slytherin!woozi #hogwarts!au #kpop imagine #fanfic #enjeiwrites

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mitsuki91 · 1 month

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Okay one post makes me made a mind-blown connection and as much as I hate crossover, I have to explore this headcanon about Lucy Gray Baird, muggleborn orphan, being a secret Parselmouth. So, yeah, a secret heir of Slytherin, descendent of Salazar himself.

I don't know how or where I can put this into canon-hp-verse or if I just push canon out of the window, but yeah.

All the possibilities 😍😍😍😍

(Of course Snow is a Pureblood... A poor desperate Pureblood... Who falls in love with a Mudblood... Eheheheheh +____+)

#coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #snowbaird #harry potter #crossover idea #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #hogwarts!au

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thefangirlofhp · 7 months

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3. wearing each other’s clothes

“Are-you-kidding-me?!”

Each syllable was punctuated with a feather-pillow thump of frustration landing right over the sleeping boy buried in the folds of comfortable bedding and the dormitory mattress that Elain has discovered to be disturbingly personalized and ultimate. One of the things she’s trying to make her peace with is the uniqueness of the Ravenclaw Tower, with its frustratingly snobby doorknob and its gorgeous Common Room. Nuala did not think twice about immediately pointing Elain towards the boys dormitory, having long-since given up on the idea of getting said boy up for classes.

“Okay! Okay! Okay! Stop it, I’m up!” Azriel shouts, his hand shooting out to fend off the pillow Elain clutches tightly in her hands. She gives his head another smack for good measure, watches his jet-black hair flop with the assault and stand all over.

“How are you still asleep?!” she shouts back, his dorm room empty but for him as his classmates are already downstairs halfway through their breakfast. “You’ve got a test in fifteen minutes and you were asleep before dinner last night!”

A muffled grunt escapes her friend, who drags his blanket over his head.

“Oh no you don’t!” Elain yanks off the bedding, who has much experience getting stubborn sleep-loving people out of beds (if anyone could get Nesta up in the morning, she was such person) much to his chagrin. “I don’t believe this. Get your arse up this instant, Azriel Shadowsinger!”

He groans, curling into himself and then when it does nothing, he gives a frustrated shout.

“Who made you a clock?” he mutters, sitting up in bed, fixing her with a wild-eyed gaze and a puffy face.

“Merlin but you’re impossible, so you are,” she replies, grasping her hips. “Get moving into that bathroom before I give you a shower right here and now with ice-cold water.”

He blinks impassively at her. “You don’t know how to do that yet.”

Elain grits her teeth, her knuckles whitening over her hips. “Try me and I’ll get really motivated to learn. You’ve got five minutes to get dressed.”

To his credit, he does eventually get to his feet, not before shooting her a scathing glare, and when the bathroom door snaps shut behind him, it takes him all of a minute and a half to come back out with sharp-eyes and drenched black hair plastered to his head, water soaking the collar of his t-shirt.

“I can’t believe you’re that daft,” she remarks, shivering at the mere thought of the ice-cold water on her own head. Azriel shrugs, grabs a towel and rubs his head furiously. She prefers to wake an hour early to beat her dormmates to the hot water, to allow her hair adequate time to dry and her body to wake up of its own accord—shocking it into wakefulness is not something she’s ever considered doing. “I brought you toast.”

“Thanks,” he mutters from the midst of his self-inflicted tornado. “Can you put my stuff in the bag?”

“Sure,” she turns her back while he tugs on dry clothes and his shoddy uniform, crosses over to his sidetable overflowing with books and parchment scrolls that the house-elves of the school have long since learned not to touch—in a way, it is the picture-perfect image of a Ravenclaw student, who are renown amongst the wizarding world for being brainy twits obsessed with books and smartness. After befriending a few Ravenclaws, Elain’s realized that though each individual is a bizarre unique phenomenon, they’re all obsessive idiots hyper-fixated on a matter of their interest and without the common sense to be found in a hen. Still, not people Elain would ever want to be on the bad side of. They’re the sort of people who will go far in life, and it’s nice to have friends in such places.

Where Azriel will end up, though, is a question up for grabs. No-one can fathom if it’s a cold cell in Azkaban or as Minister for Magic; both are entirely probable. Wherever he ends up, Elain is sure it will be something worth witnessing. For now, if he isn’t downstairs in ten minutes, he’s going to end up doing remedial Transfiguration over the winter break and Elain cannot have her personal encyclopedia fall back.

Oh, but the books are a depressing sight to bear, for students meant to be having their noses buried in their textbooks and relevant sources. Elain’s eye twitches as she beholds a worn down hardcover first-edition of Bodies of Water and The Wowza Discoveries That Wizards Uncovered In Their Murky Depths that was likely never scheduled for a re-print. A brief glance at the list of students who’d ever checked the book out of the school library confirms Elain’s hypothesis that no-one would ever read it. Everyone except Azriel who has found it to be a riveting read, it seems. What with the pages full of notes.

She sighs. Stacks the non-textbooks up and puts quills and ink-bottles in his schoolbag, hunts around for his actual school textbooks and oh, of course, finds them discarded under his bed. His Charms book has actual dust on it.

And the fucker somehow was a top-scoring student.

“Look, I know you’re a gifted brilliant genius and all—”

“They mean the same,” he mutters under his breath and she has to count to five before going on.

“—but you really need to start paying attention to your studies,” she buttons the flap on the bag, brushes off a leaf stuck to the material and turns round. “Natural intelligence will get you far in life, but in school it’s not about cleverness. It’s about figuring out the patterns, the high-yield information and being smart enough to know what to memorize for exams. I know you don’t care for them, but they do determine your future, Az.”

His wide hazel eyes blink back owlishly at her, black hair ruffled wild atop his head and his scarred fingers making a sorry knot of his blue and bronze tie. “Yeah,” he replies quickly. “I know.”

“Wowza Discoveries, Az?” she softly recounts. “Really?”

“I’ll have you know it’s a riveting read,” he points firmly at her. “You can’t judge books by their covers—or titles.”

“I just think it says more about the person picking up a book with ‘wowza’ in the title than the actual book itself,” she replies.

“Whatever,” he scoffs, holding out his hand into which she dumps the bag by the strap and he shrugs onto his shoulder. “How’d you get in here anyway?”

“My feet,” she replies smartly, following him out the dormitory.

“Funny,” he snorts. “Got past the doorknob did you?”

“Excuse me, I take offense!” she yelps, crossing the expanse of the Common Room. “People outside your stupid house do have brains, you know?”

He shoots her a sharp meaningful look as he pushes . “I’m just saying, the doorknob’s existential crises lasted for weeks after your little stint about evolution and accusing it of being outdated and irrelevant.”

“I just meant the riddles it asks are stupid,” she mutters. “‘What comes first, the chicken or the egg?’ my arse. The egg actually did. The egg was a bird that evolved into a chicken. And I just as much hate that ‘a circle has no beginning’ line. Stupid doorknob.”

“You nearly made it gain consciousness,” Azriel laughs. “Professor Silver had to reset the charm on the thing which no one ever had to do since the school was made.”

Elain busies herself with brushing her hair behind her ears and adjusting her bag over her shoulder.

“Thanks for waking me up, by the way,” Azriel pipes up as they descend the staircase of the third floor. “I probably would have gotten up in time, but thanks still.”

“You really wouldn’t have,” Elain snipes back.

He grins. “Yeah, I wouldn’t have.”

“Don’t you—don’t you actually care about putting in an effort?” she pries hesitantly, finding their academic gap tricky waters to navigate without sounding like a jealous sourpuss. She does get frustrated by their difference, sure, that the three hours of effort she’d put in studying for a test he needs only quarter an hour of mild reading. Or that while she is pacing the length of the courtyard in breaks trying to get her mind to remember different potions ingredients, Azriel is napping somewhere or practicing Quidditch with his team and still he ends up as one of the top five in their year. Elain is entirely convinced he’d have come out first last year, fourth year, if he hadn’t forgotten about the five whole units they were told to revise in History of Magic and still his freakish memory had saved the day and if word is to be believed then the couple of points he lost were because the arse fell asleep in the exam and missed a word in the question.

But she’s more curious, and infatuated with this secret method of his.

“Sure, I do,” he replies. “I just soak in a lot of information, most of it not academically related, granted. But I can’t help that my attention constantly drifts. I just let my mind take me where it takes me.”

“Fascinating,” she nods, skipping the last two steps and landing with a heavy thud on her soles.

“You mean to tell me you can tell your mind to just focus on something and it does?” he demands. “Merlin’s balls, it’s like wrestling with an angry bull up here,” he taps his temple. “What’d I give to have the mindpower for that.”

“Some people would give their firstborn for your mind,” she reminds him.

“Oh, but how the other half lives.”

“Twat,” she laughs, rounding a corner that brings them to the Great Hall. A violent autumn breeze sharply whips into the corridor through the front doors, one that makes her own bones shiver and forces her to bend her knees to stay in place. Azriel squeezes a stabling hand over her shoulder, squinting his eyes against the beating wind, damp hair whipping back in the current.

“You’re going to die from a cold,” she decrees as the breeze dies down, what with the idiot not wearing neither a sweater nor a scarf.

“‘m fine, come on,” he tugs her towards the grand staircase that would take them to their first class of the day and their aforementioned test. Elain digs her heels into the ground, at which he huffs and stops as well.

“Here,” she unwinds her neatly wrapped scarf from around her neck and slings it around his own considerably longer one. “You can’t be an idiot in Ravenclaw. It doesn’t look good for your house.”

“If I keep it on will you drop it?” He asks from behind the knit yellow and black wool.

“Yes.”

“Fine,” he mutters, tugging it away from his skin but nonetheless slinging the longer tail over his shoulder. “I’ve a test to flunk.”

“Liar,” she chirps back, following him towards the classroom.

And sure enough, the next day when their marked tests were handed back and Elain twisted in her seat upfront to catch Azriel’s eyes from the back of the classroom, he held up an unfolded scroll with an almost annoyed red A+ scribbled in the corner and mouthed I was wrong at her. She rolls her eyes for good measure, but turns back to her own scroll and the exhilarating A marking it.

Sure, cleverness gets one far but so does hardwork and effort.

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darrenpeace · 1 year

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Hogwarts!AU: Quidditch

Warren Peace and Will Stronghold: the beaters of the Gryffindor team

#sky high #sky high 2005 #fanart #sketch #digital fanart #digital sketch #digital art #warren peace #will stronghold #warren x will #peacehold #strongpeace #colored sketch #hogwarts!au

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tobytoobs · 1 year

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I think in any Hogwarts AU, Andrew would hate live potions and anything pertaining to them, specifically the one that smells like your like soulmate or crush or whatever because he would be terrified of what he would smell, but he would hate love potion in general for the fact that they take away a persons choice.

#hogwarts!au #hogwarts!andrew #angst #all for the game #neil josten #aftg fic #aftg hc #aftg headcanon #love potion #hogwarts #harry potter #he would be terrified he would smell drake #he’s not living laughing or loving it

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sleepyconfusedpotato · 2 years

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Just a thought as halloween is coming up and I'm watching the Harry Potter movies, what house do you think the 141 members would belong in? :D

Hello Anon! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)/

WOW this is interesting! Disclaimer first, I'm not a potterhead nor did I read any of the books. I was just a casual Harry Potter movies watcher (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

But this is what I think are the houses which the boys belong to :

Roach 🪳 : Hufflepuff 🦝 - I remembered Soap wrote about Roach : "reminds me of what I must've looked like coming out of Selection; raw, skilled, loyal to a fault." Well-rounded, passionate and a good-hearted soldier, I think Hufflepuff is the one for him!

Ghost 💀 : Ravenclaw 🦅 - Analytical, logical, and intelligent. He's not just into learning, but he'll go above and beyond to practice them. Fairly curious and open to a lot of ideas. He's witty and creative, so I think the sorting hat would throw him into Ravenclaw.

Soap 🧼 : Gryffindor 🦁 - Brave, practical, blunt, and experience-based. Soap is stubborn and idealistic at times, but doesn't take himself too seriously. He has a strong moral stance and doesn't hold back to seize oppurtunities. Gryffindor aaaall the way!

Price 💰 : Slytherin 🐍 - I was quite torn between Gryffindor or Slytherin. But to make things interesting, Price is an absolute Slytherin. Ambitious, self-reliant, and realistic, he's not afraid to get his hands dirty to achieve his goals. He can be ruthless at times, but he respects people who deserve it.

PROBABLY will make a 141 Hogwarts!AU drawings if I can muster up the will to do it because I never really touched Harry Potter. We'll see!

Thank you for asking! This was fun (⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠)/

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod #cod mw #task force 141 #tf141 #captain price #captain john price #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #gary roach sanderson #cod head cannons #hogwarts!au

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neonponders · 1 year

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Billy wasn’t quite sure what he expected of the Harrington home but a suburban house wasn’t it. Between the Starcourt Mall train station, and Annette stopping through a drive-thru for some hot fries and soft serve ice cream…Billy felt weirdly back to normal. Except normal was not his or Max’s normal anymore.

“Okay, Ferris Bueller,” he mumbled as he stood up out of the backseat.

Steve, emerging from the front seat, rotated and pointed at the road. “Oh, their house is a block down.” Then he smiled at Billy’s blunt stare and took the fast food bag from his hand. “Gimme your trash; I’ll get your luggage. It’ll be better if my mom introduces you guys.”

“Why?” Max asked, following him to the trunk, regardless.

Steve stood out of the way for her to grab what she wanted—her skateboard and canvas backpack—and handed Billy the birdcage that had been on his lap for the drive. “Well, dad’s mom is first generation Scottish. You can’t tell by the way she speaks, but…you’ll know when you know. She doesn’t have magic, but mom’s mom is Italian with magic and. Um. They’re just a lot. But they’ll love you both.”

#oh lordy #this one might be a lot for some people haha #harringrove #hogwarts!au #hufflepuff!billy #hufflepuff #neonponders

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angel-with-paper-wings · 11 months

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Phantom of the Opera Hogwarts/Wizarding World!AU Headcanons

Okay I know the story originally takes place in France, and as such it would probably be more realistic to have Christine, Erik, and Raoul go to Beauxbatons (and Daroga go to some wizarding school in Persia), but these are just headcanons that I made for fun because I couldn’t stop thinking about what houses these guys would be in. (Also FYI, this blog does not in any way agree with or support the views of the author of Harry Potter.)

Christine:

House: Hufflepuff (Sorting Hat deliberated for almost four minutes; she shows traits of Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Hufflepuff but is a Hufflepuff at her core)

Blood status: Half-blood (mother was magical and father was not. After her mother died, her father raised her in the Muggle world; he encouraged her magic but also taught her to hide it from other Muggles, and some of their traveling around when she was young was to keep her magic hidden to protect her. When he passed away, she was taken in by her magical aunt Madame Valerius who reintroduced her to the Wizarding World.)

Experiencing the loss of her father also allowed her to see Thestrals (she LOVES them).

Favorite classes: Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology (she grew up on stories of magical animals/plants so when she gets to school she is already an expert at these)

Patronus is a nightingale

After her father’s death her magic is very weak (like how her voice is weak in the book). Once she attends Hogwarts it gets stronger, but it isn’t until she meets Erik and studies with him does she truly master it.

Makes friends with all of the ghosts in the castle (she is the first person in a long time that earns the trust of the Grey Lady; they have many long talks together in the castle late at night)

It is during one of these talks that she first meets Erik; she catches him late one night sneaking back into his dorm in Ravenclaw Tower. She thinks he is another ghost at first, but the Grey Lady tells her this is not the case. He avoids her the first night before she can talk to him, but the next few nights she camps outside Ravenclaw Tower until she catches him again, and they introduce themselves. Over time, they become good friends and study buddies, with Erik helping her practice spells and Christine helping him recover from his failed experiments with magic.

Erik:

House: Ravenclaw (immediate decision by Sorting Hat)

Blood status: Muggle-born (showed signs of magic very early on which freaked out his mom and made her even more afraid of him than she already was. He almost developed an Obscurus over it and planned on running away from home, until a professor came knocking on their door on his eleventh birthday to explain everything and deliver his Hogwarts letter. That professor just so happened to be Nadir Khan/Daroga).

Favorite classes: Charms, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Alchemy

Became an unregistered Animagus in his third year; his animal form is an all-black cat

Patronus was also a black cat until he met Christine; eventually, it changed to resemble hers

Likes to roam around the castle at night; has never been caught by a professor (hides from them; if they suspect anything he convinces them he is one of the ghosts and they leave him alone)

Knows all of the secret passages, may even make some of his own that only he knows about

Him and Peeves are a vibe, constantly making wisecracks and playing pranks on younger students or teachers that Erik dislikes

Discovered the Room of Requirement in his second year, uses it as his “lair” when he wants to be away from everyone

Likes to experiment with magic and invent his own spells (ex: charming Muggle objects to do magical things, healing spells and countercurses to try and hide/”fix” his deformity)

Often gets injured or ill from these attempts and Christine helps care for him

Raoul:

House: Gryffindor (another immediate decision by Sorting Hat)

Blood status: Pure blood (his whole family is magical, not very familiar with Muggle stuff)

Favorite classes: Defense Against the Dark Arts

Patronus is a Labrador retriever

Keeper of his house’s Quidditch team since his fourth year, Christine goes to all of his games to cheer him on (except for the ones against Hufflepuff— those she spends on her own team’s side decked out in black and yellow)

Joins the dueling club to strengthen his (admittedly weak) combat skills

Invites Christine to spend Christmas/summer breaks at his home; his pure-blood family is hesitant at first when they learn she is half-blood and from a poor family, but once they meet her they love her and invite her back every break.

Asks Christine all kinds of questions about Muggles since he has little to no experience with them (she shows him one of her books from home, and he is APPALLED when the pictures/illustrations don’t move)

Follows in his older brother’s footsteps and becomes Prefect and eventually Head Boy

The rivalry between him and Erik is STRONG (obviously). Erik tries to debilitate Raoul with charms and curses to stop him from spending time with Christine; as Prefect, Raoul takes away points from Ravenclaw pretty much every time he sees Erik; Christine has had to break up many potential duels between these two and scolds them into being more tolerant of each other.

Daroga:

House: Gryffindor (Sorting Hat considered Ravenclaw for a short while, but finally landed on Gryffindor)

Blood status: Half-blood

Teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts (think Professor Lupin, that’s his vibe)

Patronus is a barn owl

Has his office hours outside during nice weather; he likes to walk around the grounds in his spare time

Worked as an Auror in Persia for a while before being offered a teaching position at Hogwarts

He is the only one who knows Erik uses the Room of Requirement, often visits him there to see how he is doing and stops him from doing anything dangerous

As previously mentioned, Daroga was the professor who introduced Erik to the magical world and taught him that all the strange things he could do were part of his natural magical abilities. As such, he was the first to understand and pity Erik’s situation at home, and wanted to make him feel safer at Hogwarts

When it was time for summer break after Erik’s first year, Erik hid in his dormitory while the train took everyone back; Daroga eventually found him still at Hogwarts a week later. He understood why Erik didn’t want to go home, and after speaking with the headmaster they agreed to let Erik stay at Hogwarts over his summer and winter breaks, with Daroga keeping a close eye on him the entire time.

#poto #phantom of the opera #hogwarts!au #wizarding world!au #headcanons #christine #erik #raoul de chagny #daroga #nadir khan/daroga #I think I need to write a fic now #these were so fun to make

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casuallivi · 2 years

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“I’ll probably die before figuring out why you always keep me company,” he pipes up, crossing his arms as he stops before her. She glances up before sighing and shuffling aside as gracefully as she can on the bean bag. Azriel joins her with a sigh that also wheezes out of the bean bag.

“To look after your idiot self, why else,” she pulls out a folded blanket from her bag, earning his raised brows as she unfolds it and spreads it across their laps. “You’d freeze to death on your own.”

Little elriel/hp moodboard inspired by:

for years or for hours (my hand in yours) by @thefangirlofhp

#elriel #elriel au #elain archeron #azriel #hogwarts!AU #hufflepuff!elain #ravenclaw!azriel #moodboard #for my lovely bestie fany <3 #who knew elriel/hp would be such a good combo!#in love with these two #acotar

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e4rth2u · 1 year

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hehehe ily ness☺️☺️

#alexis ness #bluelock #fanart #bllk ness #bluelock ness #alexis #slytherin ness #slytherin #bluelock hogwarts #hogwarts au #nesssss #boo kaiser #hogwarts!au #digital arwork #bluelock fanart

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missingglower · 2 years

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Teruaka Hogwarts!AU

In the library:

Terushima, whispering to his friend: Wow, look at him! *pointing at the dark hair Ravenclaw student, sitting and smiling like an idiot* I am gonna marry him, i swear on my mother.

Kuroo: First thing I have to say, it's you don't have a mom. Second is...

At the wedding:

Kuroo: ...what the fuck?

#teruaka #hogwarts #haikyuu!!#akaashi keiji #terushima × akaashi #terushima yuuji #hogwarts!AU #akateru #gay wizards

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thefangirlofhp · 6 months

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25. fireplace

“Now why would I do that?”

Elain looks over from her Herbology textbook at Azriel, hunched over the long table reading yesterday’s print of The Daily Prophet. Next to them, Rhysand and Cassian have settled into a game of chess a few minutes ago.

“Come on, mate,” Rhys persuades him, from where he’s sitting next to Elain. “Mum would love to have you there. We’d have proper fun. Cassian’s coming.”

Cassian snaps his head up from the chess board and pointedly glares at Rhys. “I said I’m going if Az is.”

“Shut up,” Rhys waves him quiet. “Mor will be there.”

“She’s your cousin, of course she is,” Azriel replies, uninterested, as he turns a page. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Now you aren’t,” Rhys argues. “But it’s not for another two weeks. Eh? I could lend you guys some of my clothes, you wouldn’t have to worry about getting fitted or anything. Better yet, Mum would make you robes on the spot if I tell her you’re coming.”

“Rhys, man,” Azriel sighs, and lays a scarred hand flat on top of the newspaper. “I’m really honored you want me there, but it’s not my crowd.”

“It’s a New-Years ball, at my parents’,” Rhys reiterates. “We’ll fuck around with the guests for a bit, steal a couple of drinks, break into Dad’s office, and have fun at my place. What about that isn’t your crowd?”

Azriel blinks down at the paper, quiet, as a muscle in his jaw flickers. Cassian glances at him, before turning back to Rhys.

“Maybe drop it?” Cassian suggests quietly. “Don’t pressure him.”

“You’re gonna make a move or not?!” demands a chess piece, that Rhys promptly moves before looking back at Azriel.

“What are you even going to do over the holidays?” Rhys asks. “Stay here alone all break?”

“I’ve got work to catch on,” Azriel replies quietly. “I’m way back.”

“Hey, I’ve got you covered on that,” Rhys presses. “And the professors understand. Come to the ball, change of air. What do you say?”

Elain leans against the table edge, watching Azriel purse his lips tightly.

“Sleep on it,” she suggests softly, as three pairs of eyes swivel to her. “Could be nice. Does he have to answer now?” she asks Rhys.

“No,” he quickly answers. “No, of course. She’s right. Think it over, yeah? You can’t let Cass go alone.”

Azriel nods once. “I’ll think about it.”

Rhys nods and returns to his and Cassian’s chess game. Elain meets Azriel’s eyes and offers an encouraging smile.

“Oh, and Elain, you’re welcome too, obviously,” Rhys remembers, a few minutes later. “Sorry, it slipped my mind.”

“Thank you,” she smiles politely. “It’d be a pleasure, but I’ve got plans with my family for the holiday.”

“Ah,” Rhys blinks. “That’s a shame. But have fun, yeah.”

She smiles again, and returns to her Herbology and swirling thoughts. She, too, like Azriel is very much behind on their work. Only Azriel has a plausible and legitimate reason but Elain’s is her lost grasp on reality. The stress makes it worse, as she’s realized, and this state of hers only generates more for her to worry over and on goes the vicious cycle.

She does think a change of scenery would be good for him; this year has been rough on all of them, but for Azriel it’s been one punch after the other. From being interrogated almost monthly by the Ministry aurors for potential relations to Hybern’s supporters (an unfortunate consequence of being the Shadowsinger family’s heir, the first actual shadowsinger in several generations) and most recently his mother’s passing away. Elain feels as if it has upended his life in a way, as whatever boy he was before this was no longer found in the aftermath. Azriel had left the school to bury her, and what came back was a solemn and reserved young man—granted he has always kept to himself, to a certain degree, but it was attributable to his shy nature and unique personality. But something was different, now, and Elain hopes it is only the grief.

When most of the students in the Great Hall have retired to their dormitories, and Elain’s too drowsy to make sense of the blurring words on the pages, Azriel takes a look at her and folds up the newspaper neatly.

“Come on,” he climbs over the table and shuts her textbook. “Bed.”

She yawns. “But ‘m not tired.”

“Elain, do you really want to risk actual sleep for half-assed no-yield studying?” Azriel packs her things up into her bag and slings it over his shoulder. “Could you guarantee another chance to sleep?”

She stands up, and follows him to the doors. “You’re right,” she mumbles. “But I want to stay up with you. I know you’re not getting any sleep.”

“I’m fine,” he replies. “It’s you I’m worried about.”

“Don’t have to,” she insists. “I’m right as rain.”

Azriel sighs. “Yeah. Plans with your family over the holidays? Since when?”

“Well, I am going to see Nesta, and spend time with Father,” Elain frowns. “What’s so unbelievable about that?”

Azriel raises a brow at her. “Didn’t you say your Father’s in Brazil?”

Elain blinks. “I actually forgot about that. But I’m going home, nonetheless. And you should stay with the Blackwoods. I hate to think of you here alone.”

“Look, let’s agree to suspend our mutual worry for each other and just focus on our own selves, how about that?”

Elain snorts. That meant she was winning. They reach the Hufflepuff corridor, and Elain turns to Azriel. “Hey,” she reaches out and squeezes his hand. “Think it over, really, okay?”

His eyes flicker over her face, his own unreadable and encrypted with his narrowed brows and clenched jaw. “I will,” he replies softly.

“Liar,” she breathes out.

He pauses.

“What are you hiding?” it is a rhetoric question, of course. If she thought whatever he had going on was something he could actually talk about, she’d have long ago pressed him for answers. But Elain kept his mother’s passing in mind, the bare minimum of excuses, while keeping a close eye on him. But she supposes what she wants to say is something like; I see you and I don’t understand, but I see something is the matter.

Azriel shakes his head a beat late. “Nothing,” he softly lies, and she supposes he knows already by now she can hear the lies just as well as the truth. “Good night, Elain.”

She watches him go. “Night, Az.”

#hogwarts!au #strikes again #reader: so it's really either a short nonsensical word vomit or an intricate scene from a fic with insider references and details #to the overall plot that you're not really revealing?#me: uh yeah :)) yes you are correct :))#elain archeron #rhysand #cassian #hufflepuff!elain #ravenclaw!azriel #slytherin!rhysand #gryffindor!cassian #no i will not accept any different houses this is final #although i would turn a blind eye to rhys being in ravenclaw but his slytherin characteristics are overwhelming #maybe one day i'll get to sit down and write this entirely #when i'm done with apaixonar and the last chapter of loea #hogwarts elriel #because i am a sucker for that #cheers

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